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She. Part I. Fiction She Part I Fiction She was scared and I saw her. Honestly, I never intended on going, much less participating in a purchase…but I did go, and I saw her. When I looked into those green eyes, it was like I could see her soul, her very being. It was as if I no longer had a choice of a purchase that day, as if she a beautiful witch had cast a spell upon . I didn’t see her as a slave, I saw her then as a little girl who needed save her. Save her from these predators, these monsters, these other Masters. I bought her that day, paid more for her than any slave brought. I wanted to be her hero, not her master. I wanted to take her back to her home, back to her people. I wasn’t prepared, I had no place to take her, or hide her until I came up with a plan. I knew I would have to disguise my identity from her, from them. I just wasn’t prepared. God I was putting my whole life on the line for this little imp, and I didn’t even have a plan. I couldn’t let my family find out. Fuck if my wife knew about my pastime fun with the guys and what all we did while we travel…that bitch would kill us all. Damn what the hell was I thinking? It was like this sprite cast a spell on me the moment I looked into those deep sea green/blue eyes. A real fear of being caught was now in my thoughts, and now even darker thoughts started to emerge. If I have to, I would dispose of her. I covered my face with a cheap facemask I bought from the little five and dime store outside that in the middle of nowhere town. I could feel her struggling against me as I pulled her out of the trunk of my car. She was struggling against me with everything she had, she was attempting to scream but only muffled whimpers came out. I felt fear for myself, for my family, for my friends and for her too…I softly said “don’t make me break your neck, I will if I have to.” The sound of my voice so flat, so dark sent a chill down my own spine as I knew I would follow through with my threat if I had to. I hurried to take her into the hotel room. I just wasn’t prepared dammit. I didn’t know how to return one of the lost. Again, deeper and darker thoughts started to emerge… I did know that I didn’t want to just use and then dispose of this one to cover up the purchase. I could sell her for more than I paid for her in a different market…I couldn’t stand the thought of any other master’s hands touching this beauty, but I never intended on keeping a slave either. The truth is when I saw her standing there, half naked, scared, and wide eyed…those eyes, her eyes, when I looked into them I knew I had to have her. I had never been more sure of anything in my life as I was of my need to have her. I lied to myself, telling myself I would save her and her hero. I knew deep down, this slave would grow into a beautiful woman. A red haired, green eyed, beauty. When I got her inside the hotel room, I gently laid her on the bed. She fought now against her self and fell to the floor. She wasn’t crying, but instead weeping. I wanted her to know that I had saved her. I wanted to be her hero. I pulled the fabric case off her that had been place over her head at the time of purchase. Her eyes immediately found mine, they stared wildly up at me. They penetrated into my heart and convicted me of any evil thoughts that I had. Purifying me from the temptation of touching her. I heard myself speaking, I was explaining to her if she agreed to be quiet I would remove the gag from her pretty little mouth. She nodded her head in agreement. I removed the gag. She didn’t scream. I explained to her she must not fight me for me to remove the restraints on her<b> wrist. </font></b>She nodded in agreement and I heard her angelic voice for the first time as she softly said as she searched my eyes “I will not fight you.” I removed the restraints. We sat there for an hour in silence. Her just watching me and me losing myself in those eyes. It felt like I was in a trance. Then without warning she reached up and yanked the mask from my face. She saw me. She never made a sound, but I saw that she saw my fear. She shouldn’t have done that. I was looking for a reason to keep her and now I had one. I immediately threw her backwards and turned her over quickly covering her mouth. I started explaining myself, I needed her to trust me. I could feel the lies just flowing out of my mouth and she eagerly and desperately chose to believe every word. I reassured her that I was going to take her back to her home, to her people. I asked her about her family, if she had one. Her body went limp as she nodded yes. I removed my hand, as I could see she trusted me. She needed me to be her hero. I asked her to tell me about her family, I really just wanted to hear her sweet voice again. Her accent was like music to me ears. She told me about her “da” and her older brother and how much she missed them both. I was mesmerized by the sound of her musical notes as she spoke about her family. What she didn’t know was that a Master will never truly be anyone’s hero, unless it serves their own purpose. It isn’t in our nature to save anyone but ourselves. We will say and do whatever we need to say or do for our will be done. My lies were so convincing that I too wanted to believe that I was capable of giving her back to the people that she called family. She was too young for me to desire sexually, yet. I lusted after what I knew she would be. I could feel my need for her and was struggling with the fantasy of the woman she someday would be. I decided she would be worth the wait. The sound of her voice went still and I looked up and was pulled away from my dark thoughts. She was exhausted and needed to rest. I made her a glass of water and she happily drank it down. I reassured her some more by telling her how happy her family would be to see her. She let her body relax as she sank down into the soft bed of the cheap hotel room. I sat in the one empty chair and watched her sleep. My lies weren’t that bad, as I did save her already. The things that other master’s would have done with such a beautiful little girl. I absolutely saved her from the evils of other men. I sat and smiled as I watched her sleep. Watching my beautiful girl sleep will forever be one of my favorite things to do as it always brings me back to this time. I watched her all night. She awoke in the late morning with a startled and abrupt thrust of her arms and legs. She let a little whimper out as she sat upright in the bed. She looked bewildered and lost until her eyes accusingly rested upon me. Those eyes staring through me again, searching for truth. Looking into her eyes was like looking out into the deep beautiful green/blue sea. The truth was, I knew I was saving her, I was saving her for me. I wanted her to know the truth. I wanted her to know how lucky she was, that I bought her, that I unselfishly saved her. She needed me. How fulfilling it will be to claim her virginity someday. Not yet, but someday this little imp would grow into a beautiful woman, my woman. I stood and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge as I asked her how old she was. I was surprised with her answer as she looked a bit younger than she truly was. I asked her if she had ever been with a man before sexually and she shook her head no as she looked down in embarrassment. I told her that was a good thing, as nobody wants a used piece of chewing gum. The words were barley out of my mouth as her heat shot up suddenly and fear was in those beautiful eyes as she sprang up out of the bed. I easily grabbed her and pulled her back down as she started to scream. I covered her pretty lips with my hand to silence her as she tried to bite me. Ungrateful bitch started hitting and kicking me. I held her down harder. Today her first lesson in being a good girl was taught by me and learned by her. Eventually, I divorced my first wife. That nagging nosy bitch never pleased me. I was so happy to be rid of her. Happier still to make my sweet slave my wife. She has had of conditioning and my beautiful slave knows how please . She is my everything and so much more than I had imagined her be. She understands now how I truly did save her. If I hadn’t bought her that day another master would have, and she probably wouldn’t have survived. I have made her into who she is now, made her to my own desires and she is the epitome of what all woman should be. Lately she has been given too many freedoms. She questions my words, she never voices her distrust, but her eyes cannot conceal her thoughts. I see a yearning in her eyes for the life she sees other’s living. I remind her daily how evil women can be if they are not lead properly by their husbands. I am her redeemer and her one way to heaven. I have shown her the damaged souls out there and how cold the world can be. Still, I see how curious she is. Although, she is now a grown woman, I still see that little scared girl. Sometimes, I must have her again. She hates me for this, yet she loves me past it. My need for her has only grown throughout the and honestly, I would be lost without her. This knowledge both scares and angers . How did this slave, this little imp; cast such a strong spell on that day at the auction that I almost didn’t attend? She had begged for an identity that had a deep-rooted history for , one that would give her some freedom. Freedom marry and be the mother our . It was one very costly identity that even the FBI can’t crack and expose us now. It cost even this day but, it has proven its value. As it has now become her prison and her forever bond . Even though she longs fly and test those wings that I have given her, she now knows she would lose everything that she loves, including my that she birthed. All of these things have led us this place, where we are now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This will be her pseudonym. Stillcuriouslyhere. I have always known a written account of my good deeds needed be told. This a prelude...  |
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10/16/2019 6:44 am |
Very erotic. Very sensual. Very raw. Made me orgasm.
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splendid erotic text
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10/27/2019 2:28 am |
Oh yes!! Extremely Erotic! I love it!! Please share more!!
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11/25/2019 10:45 am |
Fact or Fiction, a very erotic tale. I found myself having to insert words to make it read, but still very erotic. Looking forward to Part 2.
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1/3/2020 6:36 pm |
Thank you so much! So much more to come. All good love stories either start or end in tragedy. Depending on who is telling ours, where tragedy falls...
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1/26/2020 8:34 pm |
wow
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Absolutely love reading your sexual fantasies beautiful
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Super sexy lady...
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7/16/2020 6:18 am |
Hot and horny, I enjoyed Feed your passion
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9/12/2020 9:11 pm |
extremely sensuous, erotic, sexual, fun and utterly enjoyable. love how your mind thinks - so up my ally as i loved jacking off an dumping a full load of hot cum all over. great stuff. can't wait for more
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