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Slave Story

The slave knelt naked to the waist in the center of the room. Her hands were bound behind her back, forcing her chest outwards, offering her full naked breasts in supplication. Her dark nipples were stiff and pointy, erect from the thrillingly cool air...or was it the anticipation of her master's touch? Long blonde hair fell in cascades around the slave's head and across her shoulders while a deep blue silk scarf covered her eyes, the knot hidden beneath her hair. Black nylon stockings covered her legs and stopped at mid-thigh, the garters holding the straining fabric against her supple thighs. A very small bit of black lace d****d down the firm swell of both hips and between the cleft of her buttocks - a shamefully small piece of underwear that barely hid her sex. The slave's name was Shani and she did not know how long she had been kneeling, alone, in this room. She had been brought in by another woman - an ugly, old crone that wore nondescript clothing that had f***efully undressed the younger woman, bound her hands and covered her eyes. There were soft pillows filling the room and Shani could remember that they were of deep, plush burgundy material, sumptuously soft and sparing her knees the agony of kneeling for so long on a bare floor. But still the room was cool and the tension of the wait, kneeling bare, vulnerable, and weak left her shivering. A swish of fabric danced across Shani's skin, forcing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her throat. A sharp crack of ...

... leather stung her taught buttocks and a husky voice hissed in admonition of her exclamation. "You may not make a sound." The voice was deep, threatening, and powerful. As if to reinf***e the sting on her buttocks and the f***e in that voice, the edge of leather traced the contours of her buttocks - first from the outside of one delicious orb in to her cleft and then from the outside of the other in. Shani nodded her understanding and shivered, struggling to remain still and silent. The fabric...silk, she realized...returned to trace across her smooth shoulders. It moved slowly, tantalizingly across her skin, tracing over her shoulders, down her arms, and across the swell of her breasts. The silk continued to rub agonizingly softly against her skin, focusing more and more on her breasts, focusing all of Shani's attention of the firm mounds of delicious flesh that protruded from her chest. She could feel them swelling with bl**d just as her sex swelled and moistened beneath the tiny lace fabric. As the sensation in her breasts heightened, her sex turned into a swampy morass of lubricant and excited sweat. The fabric was gone and Shani shivered. Her nipples throbbed and she adjusted slightly, parting her thighs so that her swollen labia could open and the collected moisture of her sex dripping down the insides of her thighs. Shani started when a quick metallic click sounded behind her and she felt the colt strength of a steel blade touching the small of her back. The cutting edge of ...