Happy Birthday
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,808
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Yay new chapter.
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Jeni sobbed helplessly, wishing that this wasn’t happening to her, or to anyone for that matter. Her arms and legs ached from the odd position, but her pain was drowned by the all encompassing fear that rode high in her chest, threatening to choke her. She had been bred in a slave camp for the sole purpose of being sold to the highest bidder on her 16th birthday. The bidder had been a nice enough man, but controlled her with fear of the outside world. Life at the slave camp had been sheltered, and her ignorance had left her vulnerable to his stories. She had been reliant on him; in her eyes, he protected her from the rest of the world.
“Happy birthday, Sis.”
Her breath caught for a second. Temporary relief flooded over her, quelling the fear a little. When she had awoken from her drugged state, the man had been standing over her chuckling about a “wicked surprise” he had in store for… somebody. He hadn’t said, and immediately Jeni’s mind had gone to work on just who she was a surprise for. She saw in her mind scenes from her former master’s repertoire of stories. A gaggle of young men, harried from a hard day at work relieving their frustrations in her body. She saw just a few drunk boys toying with her, never touching her, but keeping her in fear of them for hours. She saw a lone friend, a quiet but deeply sadistic man, who kept her as a pet. Every scenario played out in her inventive mind, but this, a woman, she hadn’t expected. She had never really had a preference one way or the other on her past bed partners; she had slept with both men and women and thought the different experiences were just that, different. Not better or worse.
She was relieved because she couldn’t see a woman being as cruel in bed as a man. A woman wouldn’t objectify her. She wouldn’t be just another sex toy. But there was still niggling fear in the back of her mind. Even if it was a woman, why was she tied up?
Her mind tried to rationalize the calm relief, it kept saying that she was right, a woman wouldn’t be cruel to her until it was screaming desperately over the voices of the fears asking, why, why, why was she tied up?
A gentle caress made her jerk in surprise, simply the touch of calloused fingers drifting slowly up the inside of her thigh. The hand flattened, and she felt a smooth soft palm that strangely juxtaposed with the coarse padded finger tips. Having been held in this position for hours, the vibrators exciting her but not ever bringing her to completion, for a brief moment she fantasized about those rough fingers touching, rubbing, thrusting, her until she came.
Melina took a moment to appreciate the soft delicate skin of her new slave’s inner thigh. She had obviously been well taken care of in her life before this. Many slave houses took care to keep their slaves in good condition, but they were pricier than the Saturday market in the center of town. Distractedly she wondered what her brother had spent on her little gift. He obviously wanted to share. She looked older, maybe twenty years old, so she was probably used.
Still clothed in her fine business suit, she climbed over the form of the helpless slave on her bed. With a quick flick of her fingers she removed the strip of cloth over the other girl’s eyes. Chocolate brown eyes, shiny with tears, gazed up into the face of her new owner.
Jeni had to admit that if she had to have an owner, this woman was not a bad choice. Dark hair curled around dark skin, and eyes like obsidian gazed down at her. Gently, red painted lips lowered and kissed her cheek along the path of her tears. Such a tender gesture surprised her and she dared to hope.
Melina raised herself back up and turner her attention to unwrapping her gift. Fortunately her brother wasn’t a fool and he knew how to tie knots so that a single pull would free the whole thing. She searched among the tangles until she found the right knot and tugged; the strips around Jeni’s breasts fell slack and Melina pulled them away. Pert, rose tipped mounds surged up towards her.
Jeni sighed as the silk whispered across her skin as it fell away. Her blood was hot and she felt desire rising in her like a great beast. She needed to come. After hours of waiting, anticipating, her fears were gone and blind passion overtook her. Her new owner didn’t seem horrible, and worries about her new life could wait until her need had abated. Melina’s gentle caresses were like torture, each brought her closer, but not close enough.
the last chapter will probably be up tomorrow
KaS
REVIEW!!!!
Jeni sobbed helplessly, wishing that this wasn’t happening to her, or to anyone for that matter. Her arms and legs ached from the odd position, but her pain was drowned by the all encompassing fear that rode high in her chest, threatening to choke her. She had been bred in a slave camp for the sole purpose of being sold to the highest bidder on her 16th birthday. The bidder had been a nice enough man, but controlled her with fear of the outside world. Life at the slave camp had been sheltered, and her ignorance had left her vulnerable to his stories. She had been reliant on him; in her eyes, he protected her from the rest of the world.
“Happy birthday, Sis.”
Her breath caught for a second. Temporary relief flooded over her, quelling the fear a little. When she had awoken from her drugged state, the man had been standing over her chuckling about a “wicked surprise” he had in store for… somebody. He hadn’t said, and immediately Jeni’s mind had gone to work on just who she was a surprise for. She saw in her mind scenes from her former master’s repertoire of stories. A gaggle of young men, harried from a hard day at work relieving their frustrations in her body. She saw just a few drunk boys toying with her, never touching her, but keeping her in fear of them for hours. She saw a lone friend, a quiet but deeply sadistic man, who kept her as a pet. Every scenario played out in her inventive mind, but this, a woman, she hadn’t expected. She had never really had a preference one way or the other on her past bed partners; she had slept with both men and women and thought the different experiences were just that, different. Not better or worse.
She was relieved because she couldn’t see a woman being as cruel in bed as a man. A woman wouldn’t objectify her. She wouldn’t be just another sex toy. But there was still niggling fear in the back of her mind. Even if it was a woman, why was she tied up?
Her mind tried to rationalize the calm relief, it kept saying that she was right, a woman wouldn’t be cruel to her until it was screaming desperately over the voices of the fears asking, why, why, why was she tied up?
A gentle caress made her jerk in surprise, simply the touch of calloused fingers drifting slowly up the inside of her thigh. The hand flattened, and she felt a smooth soft palm that strangely juxtaposed with the coarse padded finger tips. Having been held in this position for hours, the vibrators exciting her but not ever bringing her to completion, for a brief moment she fantasized about those rough fingers touching, rubbing, thrusting, her until she came.
Melina took a moment to appreciate the soft delicate skin of her new slave’s inner thigh. She had obviously been well taken care of in her life before this. Many slave houses took care to keep their slaves in good condition, but they were pricier than the Saturday market in the center of town. Distractedly she wondered what her brother had spent on her little gift. He obviously wanted to share. She looked older, maybe twenty years old, so she was probably used.
Still clothed in her fine business suit, she climbed over the form of the helpless slave on her bed. With a quick flick of her fingers she removed the strip of cloth over the other girl’s eyes. Chocolate brown eyes, shiny with tears, gazed up into the face of her new owner.
Jeni had to admit that if she had to have an owner, this woman was not a bad choice. Dark hair curled around dark skin, and eyes like obsidian gazed down at her. Gently, red painted lips lowered and kissed her cheek along the path of her tears. Such a tender gesture surprised her and she dared to hope.
Melina raised herself back up and turner her attention to unwrapping her gift. Fortunately her brother wasn’t a fool and he knew how to tie knots so that a single pull would free the whole thing. She searched among the tangles until she found the right knot and tugged; the strips around Jeni’s breasts fell slack and Melina pulled them away. Pert, rose tipped mounds surged up towards her.
Jeni sighed as the silk whispered across her skin as it fell away. Her blood was hot and she felt desire rising in her like a great beast. She needed to come. After hours of waiting, anticipating, her fears were gone and blind passion overtook her. Her new owner didn’t seem horrible, and worries about her new life could wait until her need had abated. Melina’s gentle caresses were like torture, each brought her closer, but not close enough.
the last chapter will probably be up tomorrow
KaS