Naked and cold, I was led up the steps to the auction block. They'd a glass of wine on me, and it made me feel funny inside. I knew that they'd probably drugged it to make me more pliable. It was working.
The auctioneer pulled my bound hands over my head, and tied them to a hook hanging from the ceiling, and then tightened the rope till I had to stand on my toes. The position made my breasts jut out, as I struggled for balance, my shoulders screaming in pain.
I wanted to scream, to tell them that I was a free woman, but I'd been warned of what would happen to me if I did anything to lower my value, so I stood there, miserable and silent, my body burning in embarrassment. Through bleary eyes, I looked around, knowing that I was in some men's club. All around me sat potential buyers, some just smoking and staring, others openly fondling the whores that serviced that club.
My attention was brought back to the auction, as the auctioneer forced my mouth open, showing the men my teeth, as if I were a horse. He then reached down, and spread the lips of my pussy, jabbering about the pinkness within. I whimpered in embarrassment, at having all those men seeing me there. After a while the auction started, but I couldn't concentrate enough to know who was winning, or for how much I was sold.
All I knew was that finally I was lowered from the hook, and a man came up to retrieve me. He pulled me roughly down from stage, and clasped a collar around my neck, and a leash to that. He then led me out of the room to his carriage. I shivered in the cold air, and prayed that no one saw us leave the club.
In the carriage he forced me to the floor, saying something about that being my place. Disoriented, all I could do was lean against his knee, and pray that my head would stop spinning. Finally I fell asleep on him. When I awoke, he was setting me on his bed. Taking off my leash, he attached a heavier, steel one, which he then attached to the bed. Once he was sure that I was secure he left to go in another room. After a few seconds he returned, naked, his cock straining away from his body.
"Lay down." he commanded. "It's time to see if they were lying about your virginity." he said with a sneer, his face hard.
Still his touch was gentle as smoothed his hands over my shivering body, giving me goose bumps. He circled around the dusky tips of my breasts, and to my shame I could feel them harden painfully.
He climbed into bed and kneeled next to me, his hand running further down my body, to the slit of my pussy. I whimpered and strained away from him. I jumped when he gave me a sharp smack on my thigh.
"You are mine, slave. You will stay where I put you, or that smack will be the least of your worries," he said firmly.
Fearful, remembering the beatings from before, I forced myself to be still, and let him explore me, his fingers pushing into my cunt. He grunted with pleasure.
"So they didn't lie. Good, you'd be worth nothing to me without your cherry." I trembled, his fingers beginning to make me feel funny, somewhere in deep in my stomach, and I could feel myself growing damp between my thighs.
He moved his long finger in and out of me, till it was good and wet, before moving his finger further back to my asshole. Once again I stiffened, and struggled a bit, but this time all he had to do was give me a warning look, and I subsided.
I knew that it mattered little if I fought; he had the upper hand, so I forced myself to hold still.
"I take it by your reaction that you're still a virgin here, too?" Shocked I nodded. He just smiled slightly, and pushed his wet finger into my resistant asshole. I arched my back, and cried out, but he ignored my pleas, forcing his finger all the way in.
"You might as well get used to it, slave." He said, matter of fact, holding his finger deep in my bowels. "Eventually you will lose your cherry here, too." After a few minutes, I could feel my muscles relax, and it began to hurt less. It was still uncomfortable, but not unbearably so.
Finally he removed his offending digit, pulling his hand away from my pussy. I sighed in premature relief, for he rolled over me, and placed his cock at my entrance. Before I could formulate a protest, he'd rammed himself into me, his cock breaking my maidenhead in one brutal thrust. Screaming at the intrusion, I tried to buck him off, but all I managed to do was force him deeper in my body.
"No, no! You're too big." I pleaded with him, my hands on his shoulders, pushing. "Please, get off me!"
He ignored me, just holding himself still, until I lay there, exhausted from fighting him. He began to move in big cock and out of me. At first all I could feel was my tight muscles protesting his invasion, but then he brought his finger down, gently touching me, and once again, I could feel myself growing moist, that pleasant feeling returning. I wriggled my hips, hoping to assuage it, but that only made it worse. Or was it better? All I knew was that the feel of his cock moving in me was driving me to distraction, warm tendrils of desire working their way up my body, making my limbs squirm, trying to find a way to assuage this desire. Finally all the tension exploded, and I screamed out as I was filled with pleasure, my body soaring.
When I'd floated back to earth he was collapsed on me, his breathing harsh. Rolling to the side of me, and wrapping a strong arm around me, he whispered in my ear. "Sleep." Exhausted, and still feeling the effects of the drug I'd been given I did.
Chapter two
Eric waited until his newest aquisition fell asleep, before getting up, and padding naked into the adjoining bedroom. Sleepily he climbed into his bed, falling asleep instantly. He woke later, when his valet poked his head in, Eric's morning chocolate on a silver tray.
"Are you ready to arise, my lord?" he said, quietly. Eric sat up, and nodded, reaching his hand out for the mug.
"Thank you, Jeffries."
Jeffries nodded and left, quietly closing the door behind him. Eric sat back and thought of Arina, and the night before. She'd shown promise, but there was still today to worry about. The drug would have worn off by now, and she might fight him a bit.
Sipping his hot chocolate, Eric considering any possible obstacles she could throw his way, until he heard movement from next room. He walked naked over to the peephole in the adjoining wall, and looked through. She was hurrying to the garderrobe, her movements urgent.
Eric watched her sit down to relieve herself, her eyes darting around, taking in the pretty room he'd put her in.
Finished, she ran back to the bed, her full breasts swaying with the movement, and slid back under the covers. Eric moved back and went to get dressed. He had some things to do before he could deal with his prize. A few hours later, Eric let himself into Arina's room, and quietly walked over to the bed.
She'd fallen back asleep, her beautiful face almost childlike in her slumber. Eric briefly faltered, not wanting to wake her, but knew that he must begin as he meant to go on.
"Arina, Arina. Wake up!" Eric said, firmly shaking her shoulder.
I woke to him filling my vision, my world. He had a stern look on his face, and I shivered, suddenly afraid. Had I displeased him somehow? Or even worse, did he want to do . . . that again? I only remembered bits and pieces from the night before, but I did remember the pain.
"Sit up, Arina." he commanded. "We need to talk."
I scooted up, carefully holding the blanket to my breasts. He scowled, and impatiently yanked the blanket from my grip.
"You have nothing to hide from me. Everything about you is mine, along with those beautiful breasts."
I could feel my face turning scarlet, but I forced my hands to remain in my lap, not wanting to anger him.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord Eric Conner, but you will always refer to me as my lord. I brought you here for a very specific reason. I need a wife, someone to bear my heirs, and warm my bed."
My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets at the statement, but he had more.
"I've had enough of these society bitches. I want a woman who knows her place, a woman who will acknowledge me as the master." Mutely I shook my head, alarmed. "Yes, Arina. It will happen. Pregnancy is inevitable, and our children will bear my name. They will have a mother who will remain at home to care for them."
I shivered, a tear running down my face as I realized his seriousness.
"But, you don't love me." I whispered. Eric laughed, a short bark of a laugh, a sound full of derision.
"Love has no place in a marriage." he sneered. "We will start out with more than most married couples start out with, an understanding of who wears the pants."
In an almost casual movement, Eric reached out and wrapped a long fingered hand around my upper arm, pulling me to him. I tried to tug away, but his fingers tightened threateningly, and so fearfully I allowed him to pull me onto his lap. Gently, Eric cradled my face in his hand, his fingers spearing through my hair. Commandingly, he tilted my face to his, his lips gently pressing to mine.
Enthralled by his barely leashed power, I closed my eyes, and parted my lips, allowing his tongue to thrust within. His other hand slid up my thigh to my waist, and he held me there on his lap. His gentleness was my undoing, as I could have resisted force. I felt a stirring inside of me, and I found my arms on his shoulders, holding him to me, my neck arched submissively to meet him.
Gently, he lowered me to the bed, our mouths never losing contact, and I trembled anxiously. He soothed me with soft murmurs, and gentle touches. I calmed, and when he ran his palm over my breast, I groaned, pushing my breasts into his hand.
Firmly he pulled on my hard nipple, the tugging of his hand pulling me deeper into his web of desire. I felt as if I were in haze, floating, my only rock, my only stability Eric, and so I clung to him, offering myself to him. He pulled his mouth from mine, laving a wet trail from my mouth to my breasts.
I cried out in shock as his hot mouth found my breast, sucking my aching nipple into its moist cavern. Pushing my hands through his hair, I held his mouth to my breasts and panted for breath, my hips moving restlessly under him. His hard thigh moved between my legs, and I pushed myself against it, desperately needing the something, anything, to help ease the seething cauldron of my desire.
Turning my head on my pillow I panted, getting more desperate by the second. The leg between my thighs only made things worse, teased me with things to come. Eric pulled back from me, and I cried out, my eyes flying open.
"My lord." I protested blushing at Eric's smile of triumph. Ashamed, I turned my face from him, my eyes closed as a tear trailed down a flushed cheek. Eric bent over and with a stroke of his tongue, lapped up my tear, his hand turned my face back to his.
"Open your eyes." he ordered me. Unable to defy him, I did, my eyes locking with the steel gray of his. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love." he said huskily "You are mine, you were meant to me be mine. You're body is just acknowledging it's master."
My eyes locked with his, I shook my head no, afraid of the truth.
"Yes." he whispered, his hand possessively moving to that which needed him most, that which throbbed for his touch. I moaned, arching myself into his hand, gasping as a finger slid into me. I shivered, remembering the pain of the night before, but this time there was nothing but pleasure, a deep aching pleasure that slid through me, over me, possessing my body. His fingers began a rhythm, and I moved my hips in time with its thrusts, until I could barely stand the emptiness inside me any longer.
"Oh, my lord, please." I begged.
"Please, what?" he whispered in my ear. "Please take you, possess you? Do you want me to make you mine?"
I thrashed my head on the pillow, afraid to acknowledge with words what my body already knew. Eric just chuckled, and brought another finger into play. I cried out, arching my back further, desperate for what only he could provide for me, but he was not going to let me get away with not answering him.
"Admit it," he ordered, his voice husky with desire. "Admit you are mine, and I will give you relief."
"Yes, yes." the words burst out of me. "I am yours! Please take me, make me yours." Instantly his fingers were pulled out of me, and were replaced with something bigger.
He pushed his huge cock into me, filling me to the core, until I could feel every inch of him. Desperately I wrapped my legs and arms around him, afraid to let him go. In all my life I'd never felt so complete, so whole. Nuzzling my neck, he sucking my white skin into his mouth, and I arched my head back, allowing him full access to me. Languidly he pulled out of me, and I whimpered, afraid to lose him, but he soon was back, bringing a streak of pleasure with his movement. Eric set up a steady rhythm, and I wailed, digging my nails into his back, as I neared the same fabulous peak of the night before. When it came, I gave a short shriek, and then all air was cut off as I shuddered, pleasure coursing through me, all of my muscles clenching.
Shouting out my name, Eric's body became tense, and he shot his seed deep in my womb. That was the last thing I knew, for I soon passed out.
When I came back from my swoon, my master was leaning over me, his hand tenderly pushing my hair out of my face. "I will never let you go," he whispered to me, before pulling me to him, my naked breasts brushing his silk shirt. "Now rest, I will have to leave you soon enough." I nuzzled my face into his neck, and dozed off, my arms desperately holding him to me.
to be continued . . . |
