Mia/Slave/Submit

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Current revision as of 21:26, 13 March 2016

His face splits into a lecherous smile as he pulls you up by the arm and turns you around, pushing you into a side room in the back of the tent. Judging from the smell, this place was intended to store various objects, but has been used in it's fair share of conquests, which doesn't make you any more confident. You can feel something hard poking into your back as he rubs against you, enjoying the feeling of your fair flesh. Once the door is shut, you realize that you are alone with him - not a prospect you had imagined. You step back and collide with a badly made cupboard, knocking a broom to the floor, while he undoes a leather belt and allows his erection to spring free of his pants. You can feel your face burning red as he stares at you, grinning all the while.

"What's the matter?" he asks, lust overflowing from his voice. You barely manage to stammer that it's just so big, so much bigger than you had always imagined, wishing that you hadn't tried to beg for your freedom. He steps forward. "Almost forgot," he says, reaching forward and tearing off the flimsy fabric of what remains of your dress that had covered your chest, exposing your small but shapely breasts to the air. He then grabs you and pins you back, forcing the fabric into your mouth.

"Can't have you screaming and giving it away, now, can we?" he grins. "And trust me," the eastern man continues, "you will scream." With that little warning, he grabs you by the shoulders and slams you into the cupboard, exposing your hips towards him. He rolls the elastic fabric of your underwear down your left leg while his other hand rubs the smooth skin of your thigh.

You feel the tip of his burning hot rod rubbing against your opening, making your body shiver with each movement. You can feel the tears running freely now as his large hands grip and manhandle your smooth chest.

Then, all too soon, panic rushes over you as you feel the head entering into your virgin crevice. Desperately you scramble, trying to escape from the encroaching invasion, letting of high pitched cries into your rough gag. You see the tears running down your face and dripping to the floor as the head enters inside you with a pop. You can feel his heartbeat now, beating fast through his shaft and merging with yours. Painfully, his penis enters inside you, tearing your sides apart and feeling as if he will break you in half. Inch by inch, the rough man claims your innocence as his shaft buries itself inside you. When it is about halfway, you feel the sound of something tearing and an incredibly sharp pain rocks your bones. For a moment he stops, but then your torn nails carve furrows into the wooden cupboard top as he begins to move inside you. Your muffled screams don't stop as his muscular form begins railing you from behind, eliciting your cries of pain with every thrust.

Each one seems to go slightly deeper as you slip from wakefulness into unconsciousness, only to be violently awoken with the next wave of pain. Drowsily, you think you can hear strange fluids sloshing in your passage as a disgusting squelching noise reaches your ears. With a shock, you realise that he is completely buried in you to the hilt, pulling his thick shaft in and out of your lubricated entrance with each movement.

You hear his voice in your ear. "It's coming, milady," he pants, affecting polite speech. "Now you're really going to feel everything I've got stored up for you."

You can barely think what he means as he continues to brutally pump into you, fluids dripping to the floor from where your hips are joined together. His thrusts grow shorter and faster as your mind threatens to go blank. Just when you feel like you'll pass out for good, your bones burning from the exhaustion, he buries himself completely into your tight backside and he releases wave after wave of fluid inside of you. He slides out of your abused opening as he does so, allowing his dripping penis to release another shot of fluid before lowering.

For a moment he stares at you as you attempt to cover your naked body, sobbing into your arms. You can smell the filthy aroma of the thick white fluid coming thickly out of your entrance and despite your embarrassment at being defiled by a mere peasant, his stench is all over you.

"That's a nice pose," he smirks, "but I'm afraid the fun's over." He grabs your arm again and wipes the worst of the dirty fluids off with an old rag. He then pulls the gag out of your mouth and roughly pushes you out of the room, back to where the other slave girls went.

You are then roughly dragged up to another room where men tear off what is left of your dress and wash you up. Then they forcibly put some clothes on you quickly and efficiently, they've obviously done this before quite a few times. They warn you to keep quiet from now on and drag you off in your new clothes. You bitterly realize that the man was lying all along, and intended to continue and sell you off anyway.

When you pass by the mirror you see yourself in :

A stringy bikini-like set

A light see-trough nightgown

Leather straps that hardly cover your private parts and a set of handcuffs

A tight corset with a collar that can be attached to a dog chain