After about five minutes, a woman came in. She was older, likely in her 50s or 60s, but she had a no-nonsense air about her that even I found slightly intimidating. She had handcuffs, a gag, and a riding crop attached to her belt, and behind me I heard the slaves scuttle to the back of their kennels, clearly frightened. I gestured to the girl in the corner kennel, who was now pressed against the back wall of her kennel, curled into herself.
“That one has caught my attention, but as I’m sure you know, she’s a bit… different. What’s her story?”
“Oh I’m aware. She came to us in a very typical way. Got herself into some debt she couldn’t get out of, didn’t have enough assets to cover it when the bank came after her, so they took her instead. She’s what we call a natural. Once in a blue moon, we’ll get a girl in like her. Like all new slaves, they’re scared at first, and maybe they’ll put up a token fight, but it’s in their personality to want to please. It’s useful for us- saves time and resources. They don’t really need to be broken if they are eager to obey in the first place, you see?”
I nodded. I felt my cock begin to swell at the thought of owning such a girl. As I understood it, she was born to be owned, to be dominated. And I wanted her at my mercy.
I asked the attendant to unlock the kennel so I could inspect the girl more closely. I could tell the girl overheard- she crawled to the front of her kennel and knelt with her legs spread, her hands clasped together in her lap. The attendant opened the door, and the girl lifted her head. Her hair fell out of the way to reveal a sturdy looking leather collar around her neck. The attendant clipped a leash to the collar, and the girl crawled out. She ordered the girl to kneel in front of me.
I crouched down so I was just above eye level with the girl. I gently tilted her head up so her eyes met mine. She seemed uncomfortable with this- her eyes darted this way and that.
“No, girl. Keep your eyes on me.” She obeyed immediately, though she couldn’t quite hide her discomfort. “Good girl”, I murmured. Her breath caught slightly at that. “Keep looking at me until I say otherwise, girl”, I ordered. I dragged my hand slowly down her neck, over the collar, lower and lower until I was cradling one of her breasts. Her breath quickened, and a tiny little moan escaped her lips. I looked down to find a small pool of her juices on the floor beneath her exposed cunt. I gently pinched her nipple, and she began to tremble. “Such a responsive little slave, aren’t you?”, I asked. She didn’t reply. I sharply twisted the nipple between my fingers. “Answer me, girl!”, I ordered.
“Yes, Sir”, she whispered breathlessly.
“Better, girl”, I responded. I let go of her nipple, and used both of my hands to spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her swollen clit. “As you’ve probably guessed, little slave, I’m thinking of buying you. If I do, one of the first things I want to do is put a sturdy ring through your sensitive little clit so I can attach a leash there. Would you like being led around by your clit, girl?”
“Very much, Sir,” she replied, growing wetter every second as if for emphasis.
“I bet that dripping cunt of yours is feeling pretty empty right now, isn’t it, girl?” I asked.
“Y-yes, sir, she stammered. She was struggling to speak, she was so aroused. She would be coming home with me for sure, I decided. She gasped as I slid two fingers inside of her, pumping them gently. I added a third, and began thrusting my fingers more vigorously.
“You may not cum until I say, slave”.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. I kept fucking her with my fingers, faster and faster. Her eyes were still locked on mine as she gasped and moaned, her pupils beginning to dilate. Her cunt tightened around my fingers. Just when I felt her about to tip over into the bliss of orgasm, I withdrew. She whimpered softly, and I saw tears in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, little slave. You were such a good girl for me that I’ve decided to buy you. If you please me, and I’m sure you will, you’ll have plenty of orgasms in your future”. She smiled at that. Her status as a novice slave showed itself now; after a single edging she looked utterly spent. I would need to train her endurance later. In the meantime, I sat on the floor, pulled her head into my lap and began stroking her hair. “I’ve decided I want her”, I said to the attendant. “This one will be my first, so I’m not entirely sure what happens next”.
“First, we need to run a background check, make sure you’re legally allowed to own a slave and all. I’ll just need your driver’s license and while we’re processing that I’ll get you the paperwork. You’ll have the option to name her, you’ll have to sign that you agree to provide the necessities to keep her alive and all that. There’s also a list of optional body modifications and the like- you’ll just initial next to what you want done and we’ll take care of that for you for a small fee”. I nodded, and handed over my driver’s license. She left the room, and I looked down at the slave in my lap.
“My slave”, I thought to myself. My cock, still achingly hard, twitched. I heard her suppress a giggle as she felt it beneath her. “Naughty slave”, I reprimanded gently. She blushed.
“Sorry, sir. This slave didn’t mean to offend, sir”.
“Of course not, my little natural slave. I know you want to please me. Now to think of a name for you”.
Chapter 3:
The Slave Girl: Chapter 3 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon] from Erotica
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Alright, I’m invested. Bring on Chapter 3.
Very good.
Very good.