The Slave
My skin is damp with perspiration, sand clinging to my face and arms as I stand bound an gagged at the slave auction. My eyes search the excited crowd gathered before the auctioneer in the desperate hope that you are somehow alive out there.I gasp in pain as I feel the auctioneers whip upon my bleeding back, it is my turn to face the mob. I climb the steps slowly, holding my head proudly, unafraid of my fate, knowing I will kill myself at the first oppurtunity than face the degadation awaiting me. I barely listen to the auctioneers words, my gaze daring any man to claim me, promising death with my eyes. Suddenly I feel my clothes ripped from me, my long red hair spilling down half covering my breasts, and feel the awe of the crowd and their stunned silence as they see my crimson tresses and my red pubic hair.My green eyes glare out across the crowd, issuing a silent challenge and hear the excited buzz of the crowd as they become bolder and their bids please the auctioneer. My skin prickles as I sense your nearnes and I look hungrily out across the crowd which has hushed suddenly and see a tall man robed entirely in black, masked and silent. I feel you near but cannot see you. Hope stirs in my heart, and I struggle with my bonds, only to be knocked to the ground as the auctioneer seeing my attempt at freedom, lashes out. I hit my head as I fall and notice the darkness enfold me with blessed relief....... I awake to a pounding in my head and an aching mouth, taking but a moment to remember what happened and sitting up suddenly in reaction, but I am alone, a metal collar around my throat and a chain attatched that is anchored to the pole in the middle of the tent. I am still naked but am clean and sweet smelling and wonder who has done this as I look yearningly around for some implement to help me escape to freedom or death. Suddenly the black stranger is before me and again I sense you near, straining my eyes to see if it is you and wonder, if it is , why I am chained like some prize bitch ready for her master. My eyes ask the question and I see you remove the mask and smile as you reach me and embrace me, kising my mouth so hard I cry out in pleasure and pain, the bruises still raw and aching. I hear you murmur my name over and over then sit me down on your lap and stroke my hair lovingly as you tell me what must be done.I shiver as I look to the fire in one corner of the tent and wonder at my fate. You take me by the hand and release the chain frm my throat, leaving the collar in place and I whisper "why?", but you shake your head and lead me closer to the fire and lay me down on soft hides, gazing at my body as if you had never seen it before, with such hunger that I fear you would devour me totally if you could. You pin me down gently and kiss my breasts in turn then use one hand to lock my arms above my head and reach behind you for something.I am lost in confusion when I hear you say "forgive me" and your mouth imprisions mine as I feel white hot metal suddenly descend on my right shoulder, screaming in pain into your mouth as you silence me with your tongue.I Feel the brand burn through my skin in to my very soul...... I awake from a troubled sleep and feel the raw pain at my shoulder and remember the brand but realise I am safe in your arms, your body draped across mine, your face wet with tears as you gaze down at me,whispering my name over and over as you stroke my face. I realise that you are the power here and that I am now your slave, as I was when I first fell in love with you many months ago in my homeland. I hear you explain that now I am safe from any man here as I wear your brand and that the collar is no longer necessary. You remove it and kiss my throat slowly and with such love my heart cries out. You continue to lick a trail down to my breasts and I look at your head feasting on them, suckling like a newborn and wonder at my life now in this inhospitable country of yours. You stand and disrobe, allowing me to gaze at the perfect musculature of your golden body, my eyes falling to your rampant manhood as you lower your mouth to my sex and start to lick like a starving cat, making me shudder and moan in pleasure, sucking my clitoris like a baby at the breast you soon push me over the edge into a glorius orgasm. Suddenly your dripping cock has replaced your mouth and you enter me harshly as I grip and dig my nails into your shoulder in the sudden intensity of pleasure as you tear into me and shiver in pain and pleasure as you kiss and lick the raw wound on my shoulder in reverence and love . I feel you pound into me like a frenzied animal desperate to escape it's eartly cage, your balls slapping against my buttocks as you continue to batter my cervix and as I feel you swell in me I orgasm again, crying out my love and forgiveness as you bury your face in my hair and grunt in pleasure as your orgasm rocks you, pumping your hot seed deep into me,letting me feel your cock convulse as it empties inside me. As my orgasm subsides I realize I have drawn blood with my nails as I see rivulets of red slowly wind their way down your chest and I lovingly lick them and clean you and look at you with love and desire as you suddenly move inside me again and crush me to your lips, tasting your blood on my tongue and pound my vagina again. Then withdrawing and flipping me over, raising my buttocks and sliding back into me, pounding deeper and deeper, pulling me onto you as I meet your thrusts, my breasts shaking with each thrust, finally exploding together again in pleasure. Lying back, you behind me, still inside me, rubbing my breasts cuddling me,we drift off into sleep, unafraid of the night........one heart and soul again.
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