Author: Selene26

The Story of Anya the Slave [Part 3] (NSFW)

I heard some steps around me, but couldn’t identify whose they were. A hand pressed against my forehead, holding my head down over the table. Master’s voice appeared softly by my ear, “I want you to make noise for me, Anya. I want to hear both your pleasure and you pain.”

I made a soft noise of understanding just before a cock pressed into my open mouth, shoving itself down my throat with no hesitation. My well trained throat choked and constricted, but not so much to make me gag. A hand stroked my throat softly as the cock began to move in and out. “Do you like the feel of your master’s cock down your throat?”

My heart leaped at the knowledge that the cock choking me was Master’s. I moaned around his cock, expressing my gratitude as best I could. Another hand, seemingly a woman’s, began to stroke my clit, making me moan louder. I could barely breathe, my breath limited by Master’s thrusts down my throat, and my body was humming with pleasure as my clit was flicked. Read more »

The Story of Anya the Slave [Part 2] (NSFW)

My heart jumped, making my body hum with both nervous and excited energy. “Thank you, Master.” His mouth twitched as his eyes wandered out the window, seeming indifferent to my presence. The ride took what I estimated to be about an hour before we pulled into a circular driveway which laid out in front of a large mansion.

The door opened seemingly of its own accord, and a servant appeared. My master climbed out first, “Come, Anya.” The gravel crunched under my bare feet, making me wince as its sharp edges pinched my feet. Master’s eyes followed my movements, and, determined to be graceful in front of him, I ignored the stinging of my feet, straightened my back, and walked forward, always sure to be behind him.

The steps to the front door were smooth, warm stone, soothing my feet. Master snapped his fingers and instantly a servant and a guard appeared on either side of me. “Make sure she is prepared, my guests are arriving this afternoon, and entertainment is scheduled for 9pm. Make sure the grooms are aware of the schedule.” Read more »

The story of Anya the slave [Part 1] (NSFW)

The market was hot, the sun beating down over the tented booths that displayed their wares. Some merchants were selling handmade, high end jewelry, each piece costing more than most houses. Other merchants were selling silver spoon sets, tea sets, and other such things which were meant for only the wealthy. However, most of the merchants were selling us.

Highly-trained slaves, meant for one thing; pleasures of the flesh. We were all bred in captivity, raised from birth for the sole purpose of pleasing and obeying our masters. At the age of 16 it was legal to sell us to whoever was willing to pay for us.

I was standing, completely nude, with my hands tied above my head. Next to me was a sign which read: Third Tier Training, 16, Virgin, $50 Million.

My body was buzzing with all the eyes that were on me. The occasional hand would reach out and cup my breasts, tweak my nipples, or pinch my ass. I’d never seen so many people in my life, and I couldn’t wait to meet my new master. At the training house all the girls would chatter about what their masters would be like once they were sold. Read more »