The Slaver Bride.

[AnyOtherName]

The Slaver Bride

Closed for bjhass.

“I’m not interested,” the young woman spoke firmly towards her father, crossing her arms over her chest while leering in his direction.

“I’m not asking, Lex.”

A frown tugged at the corners of her full lips. The ferocity in her dazzling green eyes softened and she regarded the man with sorrow.

“That’s not going to work,” he continued. The man approached his daughter, favoring her with a graceful smile before placing his hands on her shoulders. “You are my eldest, and you will do as I say. It is in your best interest.”

“No – it’s in your best interest. Or our bloodline’s. Not mine. And I won’t.” Alexis had always been headstrong. She fancied herself an adventurer, and with the financial backing of her slaver father, she intended to see the world and take whatever treasures she may find along the way. “I’m not a Lady, and I never will be, so get over it.”

“This opportunity –“

“Give it to one of my sisters. Brianna would kill to marry a Lord and play house.”

“I’m not certain Lord Renstarr would be keen to that prospect. He requested your hand specifically.”

Lex gave a derisive groan.

“I don’t think you appreciate what this means for you. For our bloodline…you’re right on that point. I will forever be a merchant of flesh, rich but insignificant. But I can buy you a place in the aristocracy, afford your children and their children a life of luxury and ensure the continuation of our family. You don’t understand the lifestyle, dearest, you wouldn’t fight me on this if you did. It is truly marvelous.”

His daughter pretended to consider his words for several moments. Then she shook her head. “I’m still not interested. Perhaps you should counter offer Lord Renstarr more gold or jewels - or whatever the fuck he wants - and Brianna. Or Valerie or…hell, have him come out and line the bitches up like you do other people’s children at the market.”

Her father’s face reddened with rage. Slave trading was a perfectly acceptable practice – it did not prey on a specific race or gender, rather operating on a system which ‘favored’ the poor. If parents were destitute and unable to feed their families, they were entitled to sell their children (or themselves, in rare cases) in order to ensure survival in hard times. Flesh fetched a good price; enough for a peasant family of three to feed and clothe themselves for roughly two years, assuming they had no other income to supplement the easily gotten bounty. Of course, the slavers made much much more: direct turnarounds yielded a thousand or more times profit, the ridiculous wealth gap between the classes making for a fantastic margin.

Lex’s family had been in the business long enough that their property hosted quite a community of generational slaves. Her father did not go so far as to breed specific pairs (so far as the girl knew, and if he was she didn’t want to know), but slaves did on occasion find themselves in each other’s intimate company. Their child didn’t belong to them by default.

“How dare you!” He released his grip on her shoulders, concerned that he would otherwise take to a rough vice he would later regret. “If it is so wrong, how is it that you have such an easy time spending my blood money?”

“Disassociation?” Lex shrugged. “The mind is capable –“

The man brought a hand to his forehead. “Get out.”

Lex stood still for a moment, then glanced towards the three slaves standing around waiting to do her father’s bidding. “…Me? Or them?”

“You.”

“Oh good. I was worried for a moment.” Without another word or thought, Lex spun on her heel and left her father’s study.

As she walked down the main hall, she reflected on the few conversations she had had with her father when the slaves had been entirely removed from their stations of service in the name of privacy. It generally was a bad time, with some serious ‘I’m so mad I could kill you’ rage. Best avoided.

Just like the slaves. Lex spent the better part of her youth dismissively waving them away, refusing their service and trying to pretend they didn’t exist. She had had a friend among them, once, when she was a child. A tragic story, and one in which Lex realized she couldn’t change the world. It was easier, then, to feign blindness than to care.

She took running away at the age of twelve, disappearing for a year or so at a time. She’d return, stay and pretend she would await her father’s blessing to leave again before abruptly repeating her former stunt. At present, the girl was eighteen and had taken off five times. Her father had sent search parties after her the first time and then had settled with the knowledge that she didn’t want to be found. Hopefully it’d be much the same now, as no doubt it was obvious to both of them that she wasn’t going to stay and wait to be married to some snobbish noble she hardly knew.

...But she wasn’t in a dire rush. She’d wait for night, at least. And in the meantime? She was going to be certain to ruin herself as a proper bride. And she was going to do it with him.

 

[bjhass]

Letting the ax rest where it was buried deep in a thick log he straightened up, allowing tired muscles across his back and shoulders to stretch and release some of the lactic acid that had been building as he chopped wood all morning. He pulled his shirt from the branch of a nearby oak tree where it had been hanging for the last two hours and used it to wipe sweat off his bald head and smoothly shaven face. Had Master allowed, he would have had brown hair to offset his green eyes, but hygiene was one of the many issues Master insisted upon. So all of Master's slaves' bodies were not only cleanly shaven from head to toe but also bathed regularly. It was a blessing really, to be the slave of a slave merchant, because Master was always bringing potential customers around to show off his stock and couldn't afford to have one look sick or weak or even too dirty. It was almost the complete opposite of what he had experienced with other owners.

But he had been lucky enough to have been picked up by Master at an early age and placed under the tutelage of the boss, who was in reality just another slave, but one that had proven exceptional intellect and was therefore placed in a position second only to Master or one of his immediate family members and whose duty it was to keep the mansion running on a day to day basis. When he first arrived as a boy to apprentice with the boss there had been other boys just like him but over the years they had one by one all proven themselves unequal to the complexity and diversity of tasks, both mental and physical, which must be completed by the boss and his apprentice.

The challenge grew more each time another slave dropped out because the same amount of tasks must be completed, but with one fewer pair of hands to do them. It had been particularly difficult once the last competitor had dropped out leaving the right of future boss-hood firmly in his hands. But for the last three years he had carried the burdens as if the mantle had already been passed to his broad shoulders, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind who would soon replace the aging boss.

Tossing the shirt back over the low hanging bough he cast a longing look up at the mansion before returning to his task. As much as he enjoyed the fresh air, the hours he spent outside were lonely and he tried to spend as much time as possible inside. Not just for the company of other slaves, but for the occasional revelation that manifested itself in the form of Master's oldest daughter.

Slaves do not own anything." He constantly chided himself. "Slaves don't even own names. Much less land or other properties it takes to attract a Lady." He forced himself to remember whenever he caught himself day dreaming.

How each owner kept track of their own slaves was up to the individual owner but the law of the land clearly forbid the naming of slaves. Master saw so many slaves come and go that he only kept track of them by the day they arrived. He often joked with the boss that his name was "13 day of the month of Ceifa of the 14th year of the King's reign" but that was only 1/57 true as 56 other slaves also owned that name.

But deep inside of him, buried by a lifetime of forced submission, a tiny piece of his soul cried out that a slave could still own dreams.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Lex entered the main hall, a stupid smile plastered on her face as she planned out her immediate course of action. The pleasure she knew was soon to be hers was only second to the wrongness of it all. A rash decision made directly in spite of Lord Renstarr and whatever hopes he had of calling Alexis Amber Rose his own: she didn't belong to anyone but herself.

Which, it turned out, was something the young woman held so dear that she had developed a phobic reaction to being touched. During her travels, even when she found attraction in another person, she wouldn't let on as much and treated them just as coldly as everyone else. Those that didn't know any better than to lay a friendly hand upon her shoulder would soon find a blade placed at their throat while she suggested that they find themselves something better to do.

It had been lonely. But it was still far better than being here, surrounded by flesh-for-trade. Lex had no friends, and if her father weren't so ungodly rich and accommodating, she wouldn't have any family, either. It spoke volumes against her character, but at least the young woman was honest with herself about her own failings. Society encouraged to be even worse, so she still considered herself ahead.

And, even after she tracked him down and claimed his body she'd still think of herself rather highly. Being her slave, being used to satisfy her lust and desires...it had to be a better fate than most nameless wretches. She'd have to take him with when she left, of course, fearing that her actions may cause him harm otherwise. Strong arm her father into signing him in to her ownership so that no one but her had the legal authority to give the slave discipline, much less retaliate against him for something his mistress made him do. It would be a task, considering the man's position within the household. But Alexis got what Alexis wanted, and today would be no different. She hadn't the slightest doubt in her mind that events would play out to her favor.

She turned her attention to one of the slaves, who looked somewhat unsettled to have Lex's eyes directly upon him. It was the first time he felt like he wasn't a ghost in her presence.

"Where is the steward's apprentice?" Lex asked.

"He has many duties, I can't be certain where -"

"Take a guess, because I suspect I have less than a clue in the matter than you. There is no recourse for an incorrect answer."

"...He is outside, at least. I saw him leave after he assigned duties this dawn."

"Good enough. Thank you." Lex gave a playful smile before turning on her heel, quickly taking her leave of the mansion.

She stepped out on to the porch, stopping briefly at the top of the stairs as her eyes scanned over the distance. She wore a knee-length sleeveless summer dress, white with lace along the skirt hem. The buttons over her bust were fastened, though the low cut of her garment gave a good enough glimpse of her globes that if any were undone they might topple right out. She was top-heavy, with generous D breasts, and wide hipped. The result was a marvelous hourglass figure. Golden hair tinged with red cascaded over her pale shoulders, a soft curl carrying her tresses to just below the cups of her breasts.

She didn't see him immediately, but heard the crack of a log being split. He had been known to do such tasks. She sought out the source of the noise and identified a figure in the distance. It was impossible to tell from her present position but as she approached she convinced herself that her search was a success.

Lex drew close, stopping only after her approach was enough to have the man stop his work to look at her. She stood there silently for several moments, openly studying the build of his body. Naked from the waist up, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat from his labors...the woman bit her lower lip before lifting her gaze to his face.

"You," she spoke, having nothing else to call him. "Come to me."

Lex stood no more than three dozen feet away, in a low cut clearing of grass. Perhaps she had a flare for the dramatic - or she simply did not care to walk barefoot near so many splinters.

 

[bjhass]

He saw Her out of the corner of his eye as soon as She stepped out on to the porch. He did not look up because he knew how dangerous such a reaction could be. When he had been a little boy with a different Master he had watched an older slave make eye contact with that Master's daughter. All the slaves had been forced to watch the punishment that followed and it had been horrible. Perhaps this Master was less cruel and less severe to his slaves, but it was not worth the risk especially not out here where anyone could see.

But then She had done the thing he least expected. In what seemed to be a near perfect reenactment of his fantasies She had singled him out and approached him. So why was it so frightening to him? He wondered. Or maybe it was just pure excitement. He couldn't tell. All he could tell was that his heart rate was much higher than it should have been even considering the physical labor.

When She called to him, he obediently went to Her and stood just out of arms reach from Her. His eyes instinctively avoided Hers, settling on the smooth curve of Her neck and trying desperately not to focus on Her other curves.

"Yes M' Lady." He said simply. "What can I do to You?"

He immediately realized the slip of words and blushed before correcting himself.

"I meant for You Ma'am."

 

[AnyOtherName]

Lex smirked at his initial choice of words and tilted her head slightly as he corrected his statement. To was even better than for.

"My name is Lex and you will address me as such. I have great disdain for formalities and titles."

She took a step towards him, placing their bodies only inches apart. A long moment slipped past as she waited for him to look at her face, which he did not. A hand raised to his chin. He was taller than her, by half a foot, so she only need recline his face slightly to guide his gaze to her own. "I also distrust people who won't look me in the eye. Understand?"

He seemed tense, uncomfortable with what she was asking of him. But of course he obeyed.

"Good. Now then," she smiled and lowered her hand, her fingers resting on the bend of his shoulder while her palm settled on his chest. Her alternate hand came into contact with his side, just under his ribs, and moved to the small of his back. She pulled him close against her, raising herself onto her toes so as to be able to whisper into his ear. Her breasts pressed against his strong chest, her nipples hardening as she spoke.

"I find I am in desperate need of a man's attention..." she softly teased. But she was quick to the point. "...I'm thinking that I will strip you right here, take your body for my own...moan as loudly as I please and draw the gaze of others to our love-making..."

Her nose nuzzled against the rim of his ear before she set herself back on her heels. Lex looked to his eyes, curious if he'd be willing to return her gaze after hearing such things. She disentangled her arms from around him but remained close, her hands finding fit to linger at the front band of his pants.

"Undo two buttons of my dress," she commanded testingly, glancing towards her breasts as if there could be any doubt to what she meant.

 

[bjhass]

Her actions confused him, Her words excited him, and Her implications terrified him. He knew that to obey Her command could mean his death. But he also knew that to deny Her order meant giving up the one possession he truly had ... his dreams.

He stood stiffly, his body feeling particularly rigid at her touch. And not just the part that was causing his coarse burlap pants to press out against her body. He looked out over the top of Her head, across the property. Could this be a trap? One last test for him to prove his worthiness as future boss? It felt like it was, but he also felt like a fish who has been dangled bait so good that it didn't matter how big or barbed the hook was.

"Yes Ma' ... " he began before correcting himself. "I mean yes Miss Lex." He said as his fingers stiffly moved up to the top of Her dress. In his fantasies things like clothes had never caused a problem, but the buttons on Her dress seemed suddenly tiny and the button holes impossibly small. On top of that his fingers seemed to have grown three times fatter and they just wouldn't bend the way he wanted them to.

His eyes met Hers briefly but the intensity of the moment was too much for him and he had too look away. They were drawn instead down to where his fingers fumble clumsily with Her dress. "Maybe if I pull the fabric apart like this ..." he thought as he grasped the top of Her dress firmly in his strong hands and tugged.

RIIPPPP!

POP!

POP!

Before he realized what had gone wrong Her dress had torn clear from Her left shoulder to the second button, which had then popped off along with the button beneath it. He dropped the scraps of fabric from his fingers in horror as Her tattered dress fell away from Her upper torso, leaving only the right shoulder strap untouched and exposing all of Her left breast and most of Her right.

His eyes met Hers again and this time they stayed, locked with fear.

 

[AnyOtherName]

The sudden tearing of the material of her dress caused a startled little cry from the young woman. Her emerald eyes sparkled and a wide grin spread over her full lips. She didn’t bother to look down to inspect the damage, instead tracing her fingers over his trim stomach, up his chest, eventually placing her hands on his shoulders. She pressed downwards.

He sank to his knees. Lex watched him for a moment, wondered what sort of thoughts were going through his mind. Her hands were removed from his shoulders and after only a short pause one returned to push on the front of the slave’s chest. He leaned back until the point that he was forced to lie on his back, the press of her hand insistent. Once he was thusly arranged, the slaver’s daughter wasted no time in straddling his lap. She sat upright, staring down at him, motioning her hips to rub her already moist lace panties against the hardening length concealed beneath his rough clothing.

She gave a shiver of delight, a soft moan passing her lips as she rolled her head back. Her already erect nipples began to ache with desire as she stroked his cock between her legs and she felt a wash of pleasure each time her clit pressed against his hardness. In the moment that she raised her head she also leaned forward, bringing her face close to his. Her hands grasped at his chest, her fingers curling lightly into his skin.

"You are mine," she spoke with an authority that would match her father's.

Lex's actions had already drawn attention. A handful of slaves watched from a variance in distances, but as of yet, no one had appeared that would try to stop what was happening.

"I'll let you touch me...at some point. If you earn it. For now, if you'd be so kind..." she trailed her hands over his arms, towards his wrists. She positioned them above his head so that they touched. "I lack bindings at present, but I have a feeling that you're going to play along for me." She flashed another grin and sat back up, focusing again on how she moved against him as she dropped the right shoulder strap of her dress down her arm. It was but moments before she peeled the rest of her upper dress from her body, letting the fabric gather around her hips.

She wanted to tease him, to make him beg to feel the inside of her. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, lifting and squeezing them gently before moving her fingers to lightly graze over her nipples. Lex stared down at his expression as she continued to fondle herself and ride his clothed lap.

"How much do you lust for me?" she asked in a curious tone laced with desire.

 

[bjhass]

On his knees, his face mere inches from Her newly exposed torso, he felt the fear wash away from his body to be replaced by desire. He licked his lips, his tongue begging his mind to allow it to taste Her skin. But he had heard that She didn't like being touched, so he pulled his tongue back in and let his eyes do the touching. They waked all over Her body. She was even more glorious than he had imagined. A low, lustful moan escaped his lips as his eyes moved across Her full perky breasts. His breath caressed Her skin.

The he was on his back looking up at Her as She lowered Herself over him, his body ached in so many wonderful ways that he could not even begin to describe. His pants were so tight around his penis that he yearned to tear them away has he had done with her dress. His arms quivered with desire to be used, but once he heard Her command She may as well have driven nails through his wrists for all the movement he would permit them. His heart raced with excitement as his eyes continued to explore Her body.

He had seen the pleasure spread across Her face when he had clumsily torn the dress. If it were going to be a trap the jaws of death would have already sprung shut. Perhaps he had dozed off while working and it was all a dream. If so it was unlike any of his previous fantasies. So real, so gritty, so much better in every way.

"I am Yours." He repeated back to Her, realizing with full trust in Her that She would take care of him. No one was going to punish him without Her permission, and that was all the assurance he needed.

His hips began to twitch involuntarily as She moved above him and he groaned as he watched Her hands do the job his so desperately wanted to do. He began moaning in rhythm with the motion of Her hips, his own hips also began to move beneath Her.

"I lust for You," he gasped between moans, "like I've never lusted," he continued, his voice laced with desire, "for another woman."

He panted as if trying to make up for the air lost from speaking, then continued. "I long for You like the wolf longs for the moon."

His hips increased their motion but stayed in sync with Hers. His legs and arms began to tremble and his arms moved ever so slightly as he twisted his wrists just enough to be able to dig his fingers into the soft earth as if to prevent them from any possible involuntary actions.

"I need you like a horse needs a rider." He panted. Arching his back he pressed his shoulder blades into the ground and lifted his hips into the air, easily lifting Her light frame on his lap.

 

[AnyOtherName]

She gave a pleased smile. Lusted, longed for, needed... The slave's claims sounded a little too sincere to be placation. The movement of his hips beneath her own, the way his eyes hungrily traced her breasts... He arched his back and Lex lifted into the air. Balanced on his thick rod, her weight shifted as she moaned and wished that they both lacked for clothes, so that her wetness could seep onto the underside of his cock as she appreciatively rubbed herself against him.

She gave a purr as he lowered his hips, her dazzling eyes focusing on his handsome face. Lex said nothing as she crawled backwards on her knees, her fingers unworking the tie of his pants. She stopped her backwards progress as she moved a hand lightly over the band.

A grip was taken at each hip before she removed the garment. She kicked one of her knees over to the other, kneeling next to his legs as she removed the clothing, tossing it near the scraps of her fallen dress once it was clear of his form. A hand pressed against his inside knee as she crawled between his legs.

She smiled approvingly at the sight of his proudly erect manhood, the hand upon his leg moving upwards to teasingly graze the skin next to his lap. She leaned forward, her lips softly dragging over his intimate flesh. But she continued upwards, looking up at him as her breasts settled on either side of his dick.

"What is your name?" she asked in a clear voice.

 

[bjhass]

His skin was on fire. He couldn't see the flames, but his nerve endings told his mind that his eyes were lying. And everywhere She touched him that fire spread. Her lips, Her fingers, even Her light breath on his skin just added fuel to the heat that he was sure would consume him.

"I am a slave Ma'am. I own no name." He whimpered as her flames moved up his body. A deep-throated groan escaped his lips as he watched Her luscious breasts envelope his shaft. It swelled and pulsed as if it had a mind of its own when it felt the warmth of Her soft, smooth skin. He knew what that pulsing indicated and he had to close his eyes in order to concentrate enough to prevent himself from shooting his load right then.

He took deep measured breathes, his eyes still closed in concentration, as he fought to regain control of himself. None of the slave girls he had been with had had this kind of affect on him, in fact with his powerful frame and quick whit he was typically the more aggressive. Which was why this lack of control was so disconcerting for him.

But the more he tried to regain control, the more confused he became. Wasn't he supposed to call Her by Her name? He cursed himself for already relapsing on that command. But then he began to second guess himself, wondering where else he might be failing Her.

Shouldn't he be touching Her more? The slave girls always like it when he touched them.

But wait, She didn't like being touched. Or did She? She had told him to keep his hands as if they were bound. Or had She? It was all so confusing.

He realized that She must have chosen him for his mental abilities and not just his body. But he also realized that he wasn't doing a very good job demonstrating those abilities. But strangely, and for the first time in his life, he just couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't want to be good right now. He knew he might regret it later, but right now everything She was doing to him was just too much.

Before he even realized what he was doing his hand was caressing Her forearm, moving up and across Her elbow toward Her beautiful breasts.

 

[AnyOtherName]

"I am a slave Ma'am. I own no name."

Lex considered him for several moments in silence. He had addressed her wrongly, though she forgave him for that; she'd call it a force of habit that he'd have to gradually train away from. But refusing her question the answer she sought? That was not so easily looked over.

She lingered with his hardness buried between her generous breasts, giving him a chance to correct himself and receive the reward of further pleasures. But instead, he made another mistake. He dared to touch her, his hands coming into contact with her forearms...

Lex was quick to remove herself from his lap, her form lifting upright as she repositioned her hands to grasp tightly at his wrists. She growled angrily as she crawled back up his form, again straddling his hips. His hands were pressed back down in their former place in the dirt above his head and the slaver's daughter looked down at him fiercely.

"I didn't ask what you own, slave. My authority is greater than law, so far as you are concerned, and you will tell me your name. I haven't the slightest doubt in my mind that you, at the very least, had one, given to you by your parents." Lex knew of generational slaves, those born to the condition of servitude, who still were given a name by their parents. Such was never spoken in the presence of a master, or even a non-slaves, but the girl's former friendship with a slave had enlightened her on such things.

She'd wait for his response, though there was still discipline to be had in regards to him daring to touch her...

 

[bjhass]

The ferocity of Her gaze sent a shiver of fear spread down his spine, causing even his stiff member to quiver. He wasn't afraid of the punishment that was sure to come, he knew he deserved that. But instead he was afraid that he had ruined his dreams of giving Her the pleasure She deserved from ever coming truer than they already had. Would She cast him off for his momentary slip of mind?

"Please M'Lady." he began in a rush. "I mean," he paused and then spoke more slowly as if carefully considering each word before using it. "Please My Lex, please don't stop. I'm sorry that I forgot Your orders and will gladly accept whatever punishment You see fit, but please allow me to continue to serve You as I have always desired."

His pleading stopped as the silence seemed to press in upon them. "I've said too much," he thought, so absorbed in his blustering thoughts that he forgot her insistence on his name momentarily. Only when her expression hardened even more did he remember.

"My parents called me Geoff" he said softly. "After a kind owner of theirs who saved them from being separated," he finished simply, unable to meet Her eyes in his shame.

 

[AnyOtherName]

This particular slave had always shown himself capable in manner and thought, ever mindful of his master and vigilant to his duties. He was intelligent and usually so attentive to every minor detail of the commands that were given to him... Lex was surprised to find his desperate pleas somewhat incoherent as she pinned his naked form against the ground. She liked that he felt so unbalanced and uncertain, that her physical effect on him seemingly inhibited his thought process. He called her by other-than-her-name, corrected himself, begged her to continue, apologized and claimed to have forgotten her orders but conceded to her right to punish him for his wrong-doing.

"Please allow me to continue to serve you as I have always desired."

That did sound nice. But Lex's expression only became more severe as she grew impatient to have her question suitably answered; she wasn't going to ask a third time. He came around to the realization suddenly.

He spoke softly. Diverted his eyes away from hers.

"Geoff," she repeated. The name lingered in the air for several moments as the slaver's daughter stared down at her soon-to-be property. "I like it."

She stood suddenly, taking a couple of steps away before turning back towards the man. "Since you can't behave yourself, it seems that we're going to need some rope. Fetch some for me. And then meet me on the porch." She grinned before turning on her heel to start towards the house, leaving her half tattered dress to hang about her waist.

 

[bjhass]

The barn was only 30 meters away so it only took a few seconds to grab the rope. But the thoughts going through his head expanded those few seconds into an eternity. What did She have in mind? he wondered. Is She done with me? More than a few saw what I did to Her. He didn't even want to think what the Master was going to do to him if She didn't take him in.

His fear added to his speed and before he even realized it he was standing naked on the porch with a length of rope in his hand. His clothes had been completely forgotten by the chopping block and so his prominent erection was on display for the world to see. The handful of slaves that had been watching had swelled in numbers, though they all kept their distance. Many peered through windows from inside while others gathered in the yard. Some tried to hide their curiosity by pretending to do some other task, but most stared in mute disbelief.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Lex accepted the length of rope with an outreached hand, her gaze remaining upon Geoff as he stood before her. She was not completely unaware of those who were watching them but she failed to acknowledge their existence. She might not so willfully ignore them, might have glanced in their direction and given a knowing smile to encourage them to keep watching, but her position in the household made it very possible that her attention may only remind the slaves that they were not to look upon her in such circumstances as this. She was hoping that her actions would be enough to keep their interests, to have them temporarily forget their place as they soaked in the images and sounds of their Master's daughter sexually gratifying herself with one of their own station. On the front porch of the manor, no less.

The young woman gave a wicked grin as she paced around her slave, her eyes exploring his body as she positioned herself to his side. She'd stop, study him for several more moments, and then place a hand upon his chest. A push directed him towards one of the two main supporting pillars, his back making contact with the smoothly carved surface. "Lift your arms," she commanded.

As he did so, she situated herself on the other side of the pillar. His wrists were taken in a firm grip and pulled back as she began securing a series of tight loops finished with a secure knot. Once finished, she took several steps to stand before him, continuing a couple of strides away from him before turning around. Again, she took time to observe his body, dragging her teeth over her lip briefly as she did so.

Her hands moved to the gathering of her skirt and she looped her thumbs under the fabric. A light sway of her hips accompanied the motion that carried the material down her full hips, the remainder of the dress fell unceremoniously to the porch. Her panties remained her only garment.

"It is exciting or terrifying?" she asked. "Knowing that you will have your Master's eldest daughter's virginity?"

 

[bjhass]

Even though he was unsure of what She had in store for him he still complied with each of Her commands, even the unspoken ones. For example as She paced around him he knew that the implied command was to stand rigidly at attention for Her inspection, a command which both he and his cock obeyed. He remained rigid as She touched his chest, Her fingers reigniting the fire that spread through his body as She gently yet confidently pushed him back into the pillar.

But once his arms were secure he could no longer hold his rigid composure. Turning his head he watched Her every move, his eyes roaming over Her body as the dress fell away from Her shapely body.

"A lot of both, Ma'am." He replied to Her enquiry. "I believe my excitement is the most evident," he glanced down at his pulsing penis before continuing, "but my fear does not come from what punishment may follow. Nothing can be done to me that will take away from the pleasure and honor of this moment. Rather my fear is of my own stupidity, and that in my passion I may again contradict Your wishes and so loose any opportunity to further pleasure You."

His pulse raced from the excitement of it all. He had often dreamed of being with the Master's eldest, but even in his wildest dreams he never once considered being so bold as to tell anyone of his secret love. Yet here he was, about to express that love in front of the entire world.

 

[AnyOtherName]

"Well. You do still have that nasty tendency to call me ma'am. I really don't like it, Geoff. Alexis, Lex...hell, even Miss Rose would be acceptable." She took two purposeful steps towards him, bringing herself within an arm's length. "But I think you'll find that your fears are unwarranted. Not to encourage you to misbehave, of course. It is simply that I doubt that you're truly capable of betraying your desire to serve me. And so it is easy for me to overlook such minor errors on your part." A finger trailed over his bare chest. "But you did touch me without my permission, and that is more than a minor error. That, Geoff, is direct defiance of my will. I can't tolerate that. Fortunately for you I do not share my bloodline's taste for the whip...but your punishment will still be harsh."

She closed in the distance between them, one of her legs lifting to brush against his hip. Lex steadied herself with hands hooked around the bend of the slave's shoulders and pressed the space between her legs against his erect shaft. She grinded herself against him, let out a soft moan. Her panties remained the only barrier.

"I'm so wet," she confessed, unabashed. "If you hadn't disobeyed me, your cock would already be drenched in my arousal." Her body pressed hard against his, her hardened nipples dragging across his chest as she lifted herself up his body. "But I'm afraid that...now, I have to make a big scene of it for my own benefit. You see - my father is trying to barter my hand to some nobleman and I will not have it. I guess he's going to get that message a little less tactfully than I had first imagined."

She continued to rub herself against him, her head rolling back momentarily as she arched her back to give him view of her perfectly rounded breasts. As she returned to her former position, she glanced over her shoulder at the newest on-looker, a slave who had been watering plants and had emerged at the side of the porch. Like many others, he simply hadn't been able to force his eyes away from the scene.

"You. What's happening right now is no doubt of great concern of my father. Go, inform him."

Lex's eyes returned to Geoff as quickly as they had left him. She smiled wickedly. "If you truly want to be mine, beg to have me. Tell me, and all these fine folks watching us, the depths of your desires."

The slave she had commanded to go to her father stared dumbly for several moments before his feet saw fit to move. In a stupor, he took slow steps around the base of the porch, setting his watering can on the top step opposite the two lovers. The man's eyes suddenly shifted away from the sight and he stared at the ground as he went to the door of the manor.

 

[bjhass]

Her skin grazing against his caused his flesh to boil. Little goose bumps spread across his body as she mercilessly teased him. His muscles twitched with pleasure as he felt the soft fabric of Her moistening panties against the hardness of his cock and an audible moan of desire escaped his lips as She arched Her back, pressing the firm roundness of Her glorious breasts towards his face. He had to bite his lip to prevent his tongue from flicking out to get a taste of Her hard nipples.

"I want to be Yours, Miss Rose." His voice was a whisper barely loud enough to reach Her ears, much less travel past them. But the groan that followed wasn't.

He only had eyes for Her, but he also couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye the reflection of one of the big windows. More slaves had arrived from the fields, no doubt they had intended on reporting into the manor but found their path suddenly blocked by the spectacle on the porch. A veritable crowd was now gathered in the yard mere feet away from and with a perversely clear view of what was going on.

"You have ... possessed me ... my desires ... for many ... many years." His speech, while slightly louder, was broken by lustfull gasps and so only carried far enough for those with feet on the steps of the porch to hear.

"Please ... Alexis ... please let me ... take You." His voice rose, filling the air around them. Air that was already saturated with the smell of sweat that beaded on both of their bodies. Everyone gather in the yard must have heard him clearly but he could no longer contain his passion. He had dreamed of this moment for too long.

He felt the wild impulsive urges rising inside him again, the same ones that had compelled him to touch her. But this time he harnessed them, allowing them to ride his body and causing his muscles to quiver, but not to over ride his discipline. And with the urges came a memory. Not of something that had happened, but a memory of each of his dreams: the name he always gave her.

"My Lexi ... " he called out for those still in the fields to hear. "I want to be Yours!"

His chest heaved from the combination of excitement and shouting. When he spoke again the volume trailed off but none of the passion was lost.

"And I want You to be mine. Like the wolf wants the full moon. Like the flowers want the spring rain. I want ... NEED ... you, both body and soul."

 

[AnyOtherName]

Bright green eyes watched Geoff as he spoke his confessions, which began in a whisper. As he continued, the volume of his voice increased, and towards the end he shouted for all to hear. "My Lexi... I want to be Yours!"

His final words dropped to a speaking voice, remaining emblazoned with his passions. "And I want You to be mine. Like the wolf wants the full moon. Like the flowers want the spring rain. I want ... NEED ... you, both body and soul."

She ran a hand tenderly down the side of his face, gracing him with a soft smile. "Oh, Geoff. You are mine. But I? I belong to no one, understand?" Her hand trailed over his chest. "I will share my body with you, and only you, but do not misunderstand me. Even if I loved you, even if you served me loyally until the end of our days... You will never have the right to claim me as yours."

Which had little to do with his legal status, largely relating to Lex's inability to place trust in another person, instead. The young woman did not fancy herself with the ability of glimpsing the future, but as she now stood, she saw absolutely zero chance of anyone breaking through her self-imposed barrier.

"But I believe that is enough discussion on the matter," she concluded. "Right now, all I want you to think about is the feel of my body..." Lex shifted herself against him, a little moan escaping her lips. "I want you to cum inside me, to fill me with your seed..."

She removed herself from him, reaching to slowly draw her soaking panties down her thighs. Once to the level of her knees, she released the fabric and stepped out from the material as it gathered around her ankles. She thought to tease him more, but as she knew her father would soon be arriving, there wasn't time left to waste.

Lex came to stand before him, a hand reaching out to slowly stroke his shaft. She tried to imagine what it would feel like inside of her; failing to be satisfied with her fantasies, there was only one way to know for certain. She lifted a leg to straddle his hip as before, using her grip on this massive rod to rub his head against her dripping folds.

She purred. His crown glistening in her juices, she positioned his tip at her opening, pressing against him wantingly but not causing for any penetration.

"Geoff..." she spoke in low tones, her voice hazy with desire. "I need you to thrust your cock inside of me..."

She had been told that it would hurt, to lose her virginity. And while she did not balk at the knowledge, committed and willing enough to break her own maidenhead; it seemed only appropriate to make Geoff take it.

 

[bjhass]

A small part of Geoff was crushed as Lexi explained how their relationship was going to be. But despite his emotions, the rational part of his mind had always known that She could never be tamed. Her spirit was too free, and that was one of the things he loved most about Her. And besides, the pleasure he experienced as she wrapped her hand around his shaft far outweighed any other feeling.

As Her panties fall to the porch he allowed his eyes to explore the length of Her body again. From top to bottom then back up again they moved slowly, pausing only at the newly exposed flesh of her moist womanhood. As Her voice purred in his ears, asking him to enter her, his hips moved as if they had received and processed the request before his brain had. The soft pulsing head slowly disappeared between the tight fleshy lips, guided gently but irresistibly by the throbbing hard battering ram behind it. As her lips sealed around his warm cylinder he moaned, "I want to cum inside you too, Lexi."

His voice was heavy with passion. He continued to push into Her, savoring each and every centimeter of Her warmth. But he did not get far before the sensitive flesh on the tip of his cock felt the barrier of her maidenhood. Unsure how to proceed he hesitated for a moment with a good portion of his manhood still to go. On the one hand he definitely wanted to cum as deep as possible inside of her. But on the other hand it was basically impossible, in his mind, to cause Her any pain.

And so he waited, his balls pulsing in anticipation of the release they knew would follow. His chest heaved as his lungs struggled to supply oxygen to all the blood that seemed to be flowing to only one place in his body. He bit his lip as the pleasure coursing through his body became almost too much to handle.

Then his instincts took over. With one smooth movement he pulled nearly all the way out, then plunged straight back in. His head again met her hymen but this time the force behind it was unstoppable and he was suddenly buried balls deep inside of her.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Lex gave a shrill cry as she felt Geoff tear through her hymen, a wince crossing her features as she moved to press her face against his chest. Her fingers curled over the bend of his shoulders, nails digging lightly into his flesh. A huffing breath escaped her lips.

He remained buried within her for some time, allowing her body to adjust to the feel of him. After several moments, Lex lifted her head and looked up at the slave with a soft smile. She leaned back slightly, using her grip on his shoulders to hold her upright as she began to work her hips back along the length of his cock. The withdraw was shortly followed by a reverse in motion; the young woman quietly moaned as she slowly slid him back inside of her.

She stared into his eyes as she continued to motion her hips over his lap. She was only vaguely aware of their audience, which continued to grow by the second, their presence inconsequential to the girl. The pace in which she took Geoff's cock remained purposefully drawn, though she continued to take him at full depth with every thrust.

"Geoff! You feel...you feel so good," she spoke after her body had completely recovered from the initial shock and pain of their union. "I want this, every day; I want you to travel the world with me, leave this forsaken place and never return..." Lex placed a hand at the base of his skull, her fingers straying upwards to caress his cleanly shaven head. She thrust him inside of her with a sudden fervor and gave a wanton moan.

Meanwhile, within the manor...

The slave tasked with the unpleasant mission of informing his master of Alexis' actions climbed the stairs at a hesitant pace. As he approached the doors to the man's office he cast an uncertain look at the two that stood outside. They returned with a quizzical glance.

"I need to speak to Master Rose, right away."

"He is not to be disturbed," one responded with a brow-beaten tone.

"I, ah... I believe he should be informed immediately..." the slave trailed off, but as he saw that his words had little to no effect, he continued. "Alexis is on the front porch, making love to the apprentice of the steward... She commanded me to inform her father about it..."

Quite needless to say, the two seemed surprised at the revelation. For a moment they just stood there, in shock, one of them allowing their mouth to hang open. The better composed of the two spoke after a moment. "Well, then," he motioned a hand towards the door as she stepped away from it. A desire to see the sight for himself was evident, but he thought better than to run off from his post so soon. Others, who had overheard, quickly made their way towards the scene, peering through windows and whispering about the sight with their fellow on-lookers.

The slave swallowed hard and knocked on the door. "Master? I have some information for you..."

"Not now!" the man shouted angrily. It was no secret that he was in the process of being serviced by one of the prettier female slaves.

"It's urgent," the slave offered.

His Master sighed with frustration as he pushed his company backwards, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop. "Get the door," he muttered as he briefly cleaned himself of her saliva. The girl approached her clothing. "Get the damned door!" he barked. She gave a small jump and nodded, blushing deeply as she did his bidding in nothing more than her panties.

The other slave only gave her a cursory glance before entering. "I'm sorry to disturb you," he started, giving a bow towards his master. "But...Alexis, she..." His stomached turned. "She instructed me to tell you that...she's..."

The Master gave him an impatient look, doubting whatever his daughter had to say was anything nearly urgent. "Well?"

"Um...she's...on the front porch...having intimate relations with a slave, sir..."

 

[bjhass]

Geoff's eyes remained locked on Lexi's as he allowed Her to set the pace of their love making. His skin broke out in goose bumps as Her fingertips brushed against it and he moaned with pleasure as he felt the passion behind Her fingernails digging into his skin.

He was too overwhelmed with pleasure to notice the crowd any more, but it swelled and grew until the yard was full. So many slaves had gathered that the ones on the edge of the yard had no idea why they were gathering until word was passed from those close enough to see. When word did reach them though, the slaves were mute with shock so that no other noise than the passionate moans and the guttural grunts could be heard.

Geoff didn't know how long he could keep this torturously slow pace. His balls felt incredibly swollen and heavy and each time Lexi's body traveled down the length of his shaft they seemed to inflate even more. His hips began to buck, begging for the pace to be quickened, and he began to whimper as he fought against those urges.

"Please take me with You, Lexi." He begged. "I don't ever want to leave your side, and I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve. I want to fuck you like this every chance I get." His voice was strained and broken by passionate gasps for air.

He could feel Her arousal dripping down the length of his shaft. It splattered on his balls as they slapped against the back of Her thighs. He could also see it pressing through the hardness of Her nipples as Her breasts bounced before his eyes. His own arousal swelled inside him and threatened to overflow.

"You are so beautiful Lexi." He felt it moving into his shaft, filling his tube and he didn't know how long he could hold it back. "I'm going to cum." He warned, unsure if he should stop and even more unsure if would be able to.

 

[AnyOtherName]

A purr emitted from the woman's throat as she felt Geoff's hips buck lightly against her tormentingly slow pace. He whimpered, tried to restrain his movements. He spoke, begging for her to do as she had said, perhaps unknowing that 'want' directly translated to 'will have' in Alexis' vocabulary. He needn't have any fear, despite whatever horrible scene might unfold with the arrival of Master Rose... Geoff was hers.

She wasted not another moment, hips quickening in their motions as her wet pussy clenched tightly against his steely rod. The grip of her hands tightened as she used the leverage of his bound strong body to plunge his thick cock into her, slamming him in and out of her over and over. She gasped and moaned, tilted her face towards the sky as her upper body reclined back slightly.

He told her that she was beautiful. Mouth ajar, endless pants and moans passing her lips; she lowered her upturned face and opened her eyes to look upon him tenderly. Despite the failure of her mouth to fully close, an upturning at the corners of her lips was evident.

Geoff warned that he was going to cum - a prospect Lex could only respond to positivity. "Cum for me, Geoff," she urged him in a husky voice. She continued to vertically ride him with a reckless abandon. "Fuck! Oh, YES!"

She felt his hot seed pouring into her just as the front door opened with a violent swing. The heavy wooden plank assaulted the wall with a rude smack in the wake of a very angry Master Rose.

Even then, as his eyes settled on the naked form of his eldest daughter and the slave, his mouth dropped open as if with disbelief. It by no means dispelled his anger, it merely left him to hesitate a moment before he began shouting. "ALEXIS AMBER!" The girl turned her attention towards the man, her expression surprisingly calm. "What the fuck is this?!"

"Exactly what it looks like." Her gaze returned to Geoff momentarily and she gave him a reassuring smile as she slid herself off of his cock. She turned to face her father. "You think you can sell me?" She took a daring step forward. "That you can barter me for titles?" Her progress of movement stopped. "I won't have it, father. And...now that I'm an improper bride, I suspect that Lord Renstarr won't have it, eith--"

The man slapped his daughter hard across the face. It wasn't enough to knock her down, but it did cause for her twist at the waist as the contact forced her head to the the side. Lex reached a hand up to her cheek, feeling the burn of her skin as an intense red marking stained her pale face. She looked at her father with bewilderment. He had never struck her before. "You fucking monster!" she growled. "You used to tell me that I was better than a slave, and yet here you are--"

Master Rose's eyes narrowed. A hand quickly found Alexis' throat and he lifted her within his grip. The girl made a startled choking noise and her eyes went wide as she reached her hands to pry at his fingers. "You ungrateful little slut!" he started, trembling in fury. His grip tighten on her throat, so much so that he suddenly feared crushing her windpipe. With a frustrated howl he released his hold in the same moment that he thrust his daughter backwards. She tumbled to the porch, the position in which she landed allowing a glimpse of the glistening smear of seed and her virginal blood upon her an inner thigh.

The man drew his rapier. In two strides towards the steward's apprentice, he lifted his blade.

"Father! No!" Lex cried as she pushed herself to her feet, stumbling forward quickly.

Master Rose had little choice but to halt his blade as he found his daughter's naked back shielding the slave's heart, her face nestled against his throat. Alexis' eyes were closed, her expressing winced as if expecting to feel the bite of steel at any moment. It crushed her father's heart to see his little girl genuinely fearful of him.

He threw his rapier at the ground. Without a word, without a change of expression, the man turned on his heel and went back inside.

At the sound of the door, Lex opened her eyes slowly. She looked at Geoff, then turned to assure that Master Rose had left, and back at Geoff. "Are you okay?"

She'd listen to his answer before pulling herself away from him, kneeling down to pick up her father's blade. She cut loose Geoff's bindings with haste, somewhat concerned that her father may suddenly return in a renewed burst of rage.