Meeting my owner part 2

This is a work of fiction. All persons depicted as of legal age and consent.

I shivered in the dark alone listening to my weary breathing. I final nestled into the straw and double the blanket over as many times as I could to decrease the aching cold. The staw, to my surprise, helped it kept me off the cold floor and I was warm enough to pass into an uneasy stress induced sleep.

I awoke somtime later to the sound of the lock on my stall being opened. I don’t know how long it was that I slept, I don’t even know what time or what day it is. I curled I to a ball and cowered looking at the door as it opened. I had hoped this was all a terrible nightmare but as I woke still int he cold dim stall naked my hopes crashed and I was renewed in my terror.

“Morning cunt”
The tall man from the night before said as the heavy door slammed into the concrete wall. The impact was load and shicking causing a small yip to escape me.

Meeting my owner. Nsfw. Noncon petplay abuse pain

The van rocked and shook along the gravel road. I had awaken in darkness a few hours ago, maybe not, maybe one a few minutes had passed. I can feel my face bound in somthing, it’s musty and smooth, maybe nylon? It invades my mouth so I can’t speak, not that I have dared to yet. The smooth device also covers my eyes maybe my entire head as I can feel somthing on my ears too.

Suddenly the vehicle stops.
I stiffen out of fear and I hear a mumble and a laugh. I think im being watched, last thing I rember I was at a party. It starts to get hazy from there,  I left with someone, I remember…giving them my phone and wallet. Why?

A sudden gush of cold air snaps me from my internal investigation and alerts me to the fact that I am only wearing my underwear, the rest of my body feels the uncaring blast of snow kissed air.  My nipples harden nearly painful in the icy wind.

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My Captor [Rape, piss, slave, F/MM ]

My captor.

I used to live in a sun drenched village near the coast. I would take walks on the beach and wonder through the woods. I enjoyed my life, some of the elders though I enjoyed it to much on account of my size. I’m not fat but I am plump, I love food and my father made sure I never wanted for it. He was a banker in our town and a well-respected one at that. Most men in the village didn’t mind my extra padding anyway as it gave me some of the biggest breasts in the town. Those that did mind kept it to themselves especially when I would sing in the church choir. They would stand in awe watching me belting out those notes that seam to come so hard to all the other girls. My life was good, sweet wine, delicious meat and pastries and not nearly a care in the world. Until that cold morning when the ships came.