Virgin Enslaved (Closed)

[WajaLover]

Sarah had been kidnapped from her home, stripped, and bathed. Her hands were tied behind her back and a red collar was locked around her throat. She'd been auctioned off to an unknown man to pay her family's debts. Her father had gambled way too often and her mother had just died of cancer. If that wasn't enough, a loan shark had recently threatened her sweet underage sister with horrifying things. Sarah had looked everywhere for a solution and finally decided that selling herself was the only way to go.

She'd approached someone she knew in the bdsm world and told him what she needed. Within a week it'd been arranged and just a few hours ago, her debt had been paid to the shark and her old life over now. Sold like property to this man she was watching.

Tugging uselessly at her bound hands, she walked over to the large man setting things up. Her medium length curly brown hair covered the tops of her breasts and swayed as she walked.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben looked over his shoulder at the New Meat as he finished setting the shutter speed on the camera. She was a good one--petite, nice tits, good legs, pretty…

"Aw, shit…" he said in disgust, leaving the camera and walking to the door. "Leon!" he bellowed, and walked back to Sarah. A head--Leon, presumably--popped through the doorway. "Yo!"

"C'mere," Ben said, and pointed at Sarah's crotch. "What the fuck is this?"
Leon glanced down to the neatly trimmed snatch at the end of Ben's finger. "Uh, a pussy?" he asked uncertainly.

"It's pubic hair, dumb ass!" Ben spat. "How many times to I gotta tell you? Shave it! The customer wants 'em bald. Now go take care of it, Shit For Brains, and make it quick. I got a schedule to meet." Shaking his head, he turned back to his set up.

Leon shrugged, hooked his fingers through the collar around Sarah's neck, and gave it a pull. "C'mon, cunt," he said, and turned towards the door, dragging Sarah stumbling after.

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah followed silently, and wondered who the customer was. She was taken to a bathroom and her pubic hair roughly scraped off and bathed all over once again. It didn't take long to do and soon she was shoved at the guy again.

" What will happen to me now, please, Sir?" She asked quietly, hoping not to get him upset. "Are you my new master?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben looked at her, surprised. "What do you care, cunt? I bought you, and I own you. So yes, that makes me your master. Even a stupid cunt should be able to figure that one out."

"So now," he continued, putting his hand on her back and propelling her forward, "I'm going to take some pictures of you. And then I'm going to sell them to a guy I know that likes those kinds of pictures."

Spinning her around suddenly, he slapped her across the face. Hard. "And if you talk again without my permission, or without being addressed directly, there's a lot more of that where that came from. You're meat, understand? And meat doesn't talk, it does what it's told."

He shoved her roughly to her knees on the floor, and began to unbuckle his pants. "Open your mouth, meat," he said looking down at her face.

 

[WajaLover]

She whimpered softly and opened her mouth. She didn't like this harsh man, but she supposed that she had no choice and she didn't like pain. When he shoved his thick cock inside her mouth, she choked, but began licking and sucking obediently. She wanted to curl up and hide from him, from the chance of being called meat again. She wasn't meat, but lacked the courage to say otherwise to him. She didn't want to get hit again

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben grabbed her hair on either side of her head and began pumping roughly in and out of her mouth, ignoring her gagging noises and the tears that sprang to her eyes. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it—suck it, slut. Suck it like you mean it! Oh, yeah…I’m gonna cum…and you’re gonna swallow it, then lick it clean, cunt…”

“Benjamin?” a voice sounded mildly from the doorway. “What are you doing?”

Ben stopped, frozen in place. A look of sudden terror washed over his face; he managed to compose himself and looked over his shoulder, his cock still buried in Sarah’s mouth, his hands still gripping her hair.

“Oh, uh…hi, Mr. Davis. I was just…uh…” his voice faltered.

“You were just sampling my merchandise? To see if it was acceptable?” the voice asked.

Sarah turned her head and saw a man http://www.123rf.com/photo_22572457...iful-fashionable-man-against-wooden-wall.html in his mid- to late thirties, lean, tall, with smoldering, piercing eyes looking out from beneath thick dark eyebrows. Mr. Davis sauntered into the room and approached Ben. “Let go of her, please,” he stated, still in that mild tone.
“
Oh…uh…sure…” Ben released her hair and pulled his rapidly shrinking erection from Sarah’s mouth. “Sure…” The man ignored him and bent down to take Sarah’s bound hands in one of his, urging her to her feet. He gently turned her face from one side to the other, using one thumb to softly brush the tears from her cheeks. After his inspection, he untied her hands and massaged her wrists for a few seconds where the bonds had indented them, then turned finally to Ben.

“I pay you to take pictures, Benjamin, not to manhandle my stock.” Not waiting for whatever Ben would have said in response, he turned back to Sarah. “Please come with me; my name is George, and I am your new owner.”

He took her by one wrist and led her to and through the doorway. Once on the other side, he beckoned Leon to him from where the man leaned against the table. Putting his hand in his pocket, George withdrew a roll of bills and peeled off an indefinite number of 100’s, placing them in Leon’s hand.

“I want you to give Benjamin a three-minute beat down. Don’t break anything, just make sure he hurts. And when you’re finished, tell him that I told you to do it, and that if he ever lays a rough hand on one of my pets again I’ll not only fire him, I’ll have both of his hands broken.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Davis,” Leon replied, and headed back into the studio where Ben was presumably still putting himself together.

Turning to Sarah, the man said, “I apologize for the rough treatment; Benjamin is a very accomplished photographer, which is why I use him, but his tastes are…”rougher” than I would like. I assure you that the episode will not be repeated.”

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah nodded, glad that this new man was her owner instead.

"I'm not stupid. I didn't gamble away my money, but it went to the hospital to pay for my mom's cancer treatment. It didn't work and she just died. My father gambled too much and was beaten up." She paused, bit her lip, and sat on the floor. "It wasn't enough for the loan sharks. I had to get enough to pay them back, so selling myself was the only way. If I'm ever freed, though, the hospital still needs payment." She covered her breasts with her arm and studied him.

"You will have to teach me everything, Master," she said, her voice barely audible, her head bowed. A scream sounded from the studio and she mewed in fear. "I'm very ...." she paused, searching for a way to say it without saying the word. "Inexperienced, in all the duties of servicing an owner. A childhood friend arranged my auction."

Rubbing her wrists, she thought it was time to shut up about her life. No need to tell him anything else.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Please, don't concern yourself. You will be well looked-after here; I enjoy nice things, and I like them to stay nice," George said. Extending his hand down to where she sat, he said, "Please, come with me, Sarah. That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded, took his hand, and rose.

He led her through a series of rooms to a large closet. It was well-lit, and one wall was a long rack full of long gowns, like dressing gowns--all diaphanous, all silk, in every color of the rainbow and with subtle and artistic patterns.

"Pick whichever one you like, dear, and then we'll sit and talk for a bit."

As she riffled through the gowns, choosing a cream-colored one with a subtle off-white pattern. It was sheerer than she would have preferred, but they were all pretty see-through.

As she donned the robe and began to gather it together to tie, he held up one finger. "No. Leave it open. I wish to enjoy looking at your body, and a body as sensuous and beautiful as yours shouldn't be hidden."

She did as asked, and he led her down a different hallway to a comfortably-furnished living room. Taking a seat in a chair he waved her to a couch across the coffee table and when she was seated he spoke again in a conversational tone.

"I see from your information that you are 24? Is that correct?" She nodded. "So perhaps you can tell me the interesting story of how a young lady of 24 years has managed to remain a virgin in this day and age."

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah studied the man for a little bit, wondering how to respond. Her life was pretty pathetic up to this point. Always working or reading.

" I find boys tiresome," she began. "I grew up in a small town in northern Florida and knew everyone. Then we moved to Georgia and I had to start working. School and work ate up my time and when I could play, I preferred to be by myself reading or playing online. Graduated with a scholarship and it was a repeat, cuz my dad had started gambling by then and they needed all I could give them." She sighed softly, wishing for things that could never be, for her lost opportunities to party and enjoy life.

Getting up, she walked over to the large windows and looked out. She didn't see anything, her gaze focused inward. A small stool was placed nearby and she grabbed it, dragging it over to a spot and sitting gracefully.

"There was one boy I liked, but he never noticed me. Nor should he have. I'm no one, just a little girl who worked much as possible." Her voice was distant, soft, vague. "Would love to marry one day, but that won't ever happen. I don't deserve dreams. My dad gambled them all away."

 

[BurningMonkey]

George pondered this for a few minuts. Something about it didn't track. Surely a woman as pretty as Sarah--and with such a delectable body--had been hit on repeatedly by men of all ages since she gained puberty.

Even if she found boys her own age "tiresome", there must have been at least a few older men who had tried their luck with her.

"So, if I understand you," he said, "you've never 'made out'? Been 'felt up'? Groped a man, been groped, touched or been touched sexually? At all?"

 

[WajaLover]

She blushed bright red. "My dad used to, but he was always drunk and maybe thought me someone else. Boys have groped me, but I never responded and they thought me cold. I wanted to wait for marriage, but I did get close once. He was the football captain and I heard he was great in bed." She paused, wishing she was elsewhere right now. "I was never aroused though, and he wanted me wet, so we didn't do it. I liked him, but it confirmed that I really am a cold fish."

Sarah got up and walked back to him, sat next to his legs on the floor.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He reached out absently to stroke her hair as she sat next to his legs. Such luxuious tresses she had…

"Wait; I'm not sure I understand. You said you were not aroused? Have you never been aroused, sexually? I don't know if I can believe that. Everyone gets horny for something…"

"Sarah..." he asked, "do you masturbate? And do you cum when you masturbate?"

 

[WajaLover]

"Yes, I masturbate, but I don't cum. Never enough." She shook her head. "I have enjoyed porn videos, but it was never enough to let me cum. The guy I almost had sex with said I wasn't wet, but l was a little moist at least." She smiled up at him and felt a wave of heat go through her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Extraordinary..." George muttered to himself.

"Show me," he said suddenly. "Show me how you masturbate. Do it for me here, now." He saw the hesitation, the apprehension in her eyes. "You must forget all your inhibitions, sweet little one. You are my property; you will have no secrets from me. This is your world, now, and I am your master.

"You must learn to relax. You must learn to trust me. I will not hurt you, and I do not judge. I only wish to learn, so that I may teach. I will be your guide to the pleasure of the body. But first I must see what I am working with.

"So show me, now; show me what you do when you masturbate."

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah was embarrassed but knew she had to obey her new Master. As he said, this was her new life now and even if he freed her right then, which he wouldn't, she wouldn't have anything to go back to in her old life. Nothing there worth living for. This was, she thought, a new chance at life. One that wasn't influenced at all by her drunk father or his gambling.

Scooting away from him and the couch a short distance she sighed and yanked up the dressing gown, shoved 3 fingers against her pussy and started rubbing it. She started tweaking and pulling at her nipples through the gown and mewed softly. Rubbing hard, she tried to get off from the arousal starting to burn through her, but it was useless. She inserted 2 fingers in her pussy and fingered it a lil, not going in past the knuckle. Sarah turned on the floor so he could see her frustrations as her pussy started getting wetter.

"See Master? I can't cum. I need something more," she whined.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George slid off the chair where he had been sitting, coming down to the floor on her level. "Stop, Sarah...stop..."

He reached out and took her hand, indicating that she should lie on the floor on her back. With a few flicks of the wrist he threw the sides of the robe away so that she lay with her nude body entirely on display.

"Close your eyes," he told her, and she did. He began softly running his hands through her hair, trailing his fingers down the sides of her face and neck and back again to her head, where he gently massaged her scalp.

"You must relax," he said in a low voice. "You must first get in touch with your body, and what it's telling you. You must learn to listen to your senses, and accept the sensations they are sending you. So your job, now, is simply to relax. Think of nothing but the feel of my fingers on your skin, how it warms, how it tingles...the skin is the largest sense organ in the body, you know...simply accept, and experience..."

Slowly he worked his soft stroking along her shoulders, her arms, her ribs, over her breasts, across her soft nipples which puckered at his touch, then back along her sides, arms, shoulders, neck, face, head, and back down...soft, gentle strokes, without urgency, without haste.

He worked his way from her head all the way down to her toes and back, not neglecting her arms and fingers, not lingering on her sexual areas but not leaving them out, either. Just smooth, gentle stroking all over every exposed inch of her skin.

"Do you feel it?" he asked. "Do you feel what your skin is telling you?"

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah nodded, smiling, eyes closed. She was enjoying the light massage, even as it made her want to squirm as his touch sent gentle liquid fire through her body. She did squirm as he ran his hands over her privates and arched against his touch a little. Focusing on his touch, Sarah sighed in contentment and smiled.

Slowly though, as he made his way back up her body, she started squirming under his touch and arching against the floor.
"Yes Master, I feel it."

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Do you, little Sarah? That's good. Spread your legs out, now..."

She did as instructed, and he began to concentrate his stroking on her breasts and inner thighs, taking his time, gliding from knee to groin but not touching her sex, and caressing and fondling her magnificent breasts, running the tips of his fingers in little circles around the goose-flesh of her areoles and lightly pinching the puckered nubs of her nipples.

"Relax, little one, relax and feel...we have all the time in the world..." he whispered in her ear.

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah moaned softly and squirmed. She had no idea what to make of him, of his helping her. It wasn't supposed to go this way, but it was. She was getting wet and tried to get him to touch her sex.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George smiled. "Oh, no...not yet, child. You aren't feeling it enough, yet..."

He gradually shortened the arcs of his fingers on her thighs; now he was running them lightly along the creases between her thighs and her mound, and along the perineum between her vagina and anus. All the while he kept up his teasing of her areoles and nipples, first one breast, then the other, lightly pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.

She was really squirming now, trying to move her pussy to where his fingers would brush against it. But he was watching, and deftly avoided all of her attempts, simply stroking and teasing...

Then he gently moved his fingers inward, grazing along the now-swollen surface of her outer lips, which were opening to expose the delicate fluting of her labia minora. Every now and then his fingertips would move up from the creases and her outer lips to run lightly back and forth across her lower abdomen and pubic bone, but he studiously avoided touching her clitoris before returning to his previous motions.

"Are you aroused, little girl? Are you ready, yet? Is every inch of your skin aflame with desire?" he asked in a husky whisper, his mouth close to her ear. "Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me, Little Sarah..."

Graze...brush...tickle...stroke...

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah squirmed as his words sent her into a land of fantasy and desire.

"Yes Daddy," she whimpered. "Fuck me Daddy. Stick your penis in my little girl pussy."

She blushed brightly as she realized what she said. But she wanted it so badly and mewled, sticking a finger in her pussy

 

[BurningMonkey]

George slapped her tit. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. Her eyes shot open in shock.

Taking her hand in his, he moved it away from her pussy. "There are only three rules in this house," he said quietly. "What I want, when I want, how I want. Do you understand, Little Sarah?"

She nodded uncertainly. "I didn't say play with yourself, did I?" George went on. She shook her head No, not trusting herself to speak.

"Now, since you asked so nicely--" And he unbuckled his pants. "Unzip me and take me out, Sarah. You're a virgin, I know, but you must have seen or touched a man's penis before. Take it out and play with it a while; make it nice and stiff."

And he went back to his caressing and teasing as she went to work on his zipper and the button of his slacks.

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah quickly unbuttoned and unzipped him, feeling herself get hotter and wetter as she began playing with him and stroking him. She wiggled under his touch, unable to stop herself, but focused on squeezing and pumping his growing, thickening length. Sarah moaned softly.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Oh, that's a very good girl, Sarah, a very good girl," George muttered between gasping intakes of breath. "Just stroke it gently, from base to tip...slowly, Sarah, slowly--there's no fire..."

As she continued squeezing and caressing his swiftly climbing boner, he moved one finger to the tip of her clit and gave it a little flick. The sudden quiver and gasp was what he wanted to see.

"Do you like that, Little Sarah? Do you like when I play with your clit?" And he gave it two more quick flicks.

 

[WajaLover]

Sarah smiled as she slowed her movements and stroked him. She wanted to explore him, this man who was teaching her. She was thinking about doing something when he flicked her clit. She gasped and squeezed him tight in her fist. She mewled and shook with desire.

" Yes Master, I do," she whimpered and arched against his teasing touch.