16 comments/ 27343 views/ 84 favorites Little One By: Madijo The night was cold, as any winter night usually was. Snowflakes drifted down lazily from the heavens. On this bitter evening Celeste and her two older sisters slept soundly in their shared room; warm under heavy animal skins. "I have debts to pay too, old man," a gruff voice growled in annoyance. "Yes, yes. I understand. I just need a few more days! My wife is late in being back from collecting the silver we owe you, she should be back any time." A loud crashing noise tore through the quiet night, awakening the sisters. Celeste comforted Alexis, the middle child, as she whimpered. "I don't have a few days! I need the silver now!" The roar was so loud Celeste thought the dwelling would shake. This man, unknown to her family except her father, had come to their dwelling for the past three nights, demanding the silver her father owed. Each night had gone roughly the same, but tonight the desperation in the mans voice betrayed how badly he really needed the silver. "Please, all I have is a few copper pennies. I need them to buy Alexis' medicine tomorrow. I will get you what I owe; I just need a little more time," Father sounded meek and defeated. Celeste knew how much Alexis' illness was affecting her family. Nobody knew what was wrong with her and so they had given her different medicines and herbs trying to find a cure. None had worked, but a pain medication was necessary to allow Alexis to sleep during the night. The cost of that medication was putting her father in debt. In all likelihood Alexis would soon die. Celeste wiped away a tear that slid silently down her cheek. She was heartsick to know her sister wasn't going to get better. Another crash sent Celeste flying to her feet. Before she could even form a thought she rushed toward the crashing sound. She arrived in the kitchen to see her father sprawled on the ground clutching his nose, which was gushing blood. An imposing man stood over him, clearly going for a second strike. "No!" Her scream sounded pathetic after the man's roar, but she cast her body protectively over her father's nonetheless. "Please, leave him be!" "Who are you? Alexis?" He grunted, running his gaze up and down Celeste's body, only covered by a thin night dress. "N-no, sir. I am the youngest daughter, Celeste." His crude, calculating eyes made her nervous. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you? A virgin no doubt." Celeste's mouth popped open in shock. "Of' course," she gasped. "It's only proper seeing as I'm not married." The man grunted and shoved her aside. In one fluid motion he grabbed her father by the front of his shirt and hauled him up, slamming him against the wall. Celeste saw the man's muscles bulge, straining against the fabric containing them. "Lucky for you, old man, you have quite the beautiful daughter. Had I known you had this gem before, we could have skipped all this nonsense about silver pieces. I release you from your debt, paid for by the enslavement of your daughter." "Y-you can't have Celeste. She's my daughter, not something to be bartered!" "Calm down. I find this a rather appealing alternative. I was going to run you through with my knife and take anything of worth, but now I feel recompensed and will leave you to live another day. Your choice." "I can't let you have her. My family would be devastated!" " If you die who would pay for your daughters medicine? She would die an agonizing death. My way will at least ensure both are comfortable. Don't be a fool, accept my generous offer before I change my mind." "I'll go," Celeste's voice rang true, masking how she felt on the inside. She would do this without complaint to save her father's life. Was it really so high a price? She didn't think so. A small smile twitched across the man's face. The only comparison Celeste could make to that look was a wolf's triumph when it had caught it's prey. She shivered. "You don't know what you're saying," her father grabbed her by her shoulders, shaking them a little, "go back to bed right away!" "She's not going back to bed, she's coming with me," the man's voice broke for no argument. "It's okay, Father. Really. Tell Mother I love her. Take care of Alexis, she needs you. I love you." Celeste shook as she hugged her father goodbye. She was comforted to feel him shaking too, she didn't want him to feel hers. She saw defeat in his eyes. "Come on." Celeste jumped as the man's iron grip locked around her arm. He dragged her from the dwelling, not allowing any change of clothes or goodbyes. Outside he mounted a huge black stallion. She saw it only as a menacing creature, there to take her away from all she knew and into enslavement. She was already shivering from the cold when the man reached down and hauled her up onto his lap. Despite her despise for the man she huddled into his warmth. She heard his low chuckle, making her regret the need for his heat. "Hold on!" That was the only warning she got before he bellowed out a loud 'hah!' and spurred the horse onward. With a speed that surprised Celeste the horse lurched forward into a ground eating gallop. A small squeal escaped her lips and she clung to the stranger in fright. They rode on in silence; the pace too fast and reckless for conversation. They rode for what felt like hours before the man finally stopped for a rest. By that time Celeste was cold to the bone and as sore as she had ever been. Never being accustomed to riding, she was sure she would have bruises on her inner thighs. Her night dress was not designed to retain body heat, she was loathe to leave the man's lap due to the fact. It was clear, though, that it wasn't her decision to make when he helped her down off the horse. He followed swiftly, shaking out his muscles and stretching his back. "What's your name?" Celeste ventured softly, not wanting to refer to him as 'the man' anymore. He quirked a brow at her curiosity before relying curtly, "Haemon." "Well, Haemon. Would you be so kind as to tell me what you will do with me now that you've enslaved me?" His eyes narrowed at her tone. 
 "I am going to give you to a man to settle my debt with him. Whatever happens to you after is no concern of mine." Celeste swallowed and nodded, she tried not to dwell on the fact that he had hesitated before saying 'man'. Just who would her new master be... or what? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It took Celeste and Haemon five days hard ride to arrive in a town near where her new Master lived. Celeste shivered, but not from the cold; Haemon had purchased a simple grey wool dress for her when they passed through the first town. She shivered because of the unknown. Haemon had told her that only a days ride separated the town from the master's land. Only a days ride from her imprisonment... Her stomach churned into knots. She worried that he would not like her and send her away. She worried that he would be a cruel being and hit her. It seemed all she did these last five days was worry. Why would this new Master want her anyhow? She knew she wasn't anything special. She had no special talent. Her looks were fair; from her mother's noble side. Her mother had married for love and in that had been disowned to live the simple life she did now. But disownment could not prevent her mother from carrying on her genes. Celeste had her mother's cascade of waist length golden, honey hair complemented with bright blue eyes. Her slender, but curvy, figure was wrapped in silken, creamy, blemish-less skin that showed no sign of hard labor. She was shorter than most, but proportionate to the rest of her body. In her town she was considered beautiful. Celeste didn't take that much into account; her town was small and the diversity even smaller. Her looks were different from the usual dark haired, dark eyed people that lived there, like her father and sisters. She was different, that was all. Haemon and Celeste had spoken very little on their journey. The farther along they got the grumpier and more skittish Haemon got. In the town Haemon purchased a room at an inn, just one since he wouldn't allow Celeste the chance for escape. She wouldn't have left anyway. He would know where to find her. "Go wash up. You can see the layer of grime on you from the traveling. I want you looking presentable tomorrow. Don't want him downplaying your worth." Celeste nodded, jumping to the task. She was glad she would be clean again, even if it was for her master. She did indeed have the look of a traveler. Her hair was dull and flat, dust coated throughout it. The dress she wore showed signs that it was not meant for the abuse it took during the ride. She was very glad she would look like herself again. When she finished she was surprised at how much better she felt, just being clean. She walked back out to the sleeping chambers to discover Haemon gone. This was not unusual, he often left for the night at the previous inns they had stayed at. At the third inn Celeste had wandered down out of her room only to be scolded by a grumpy man standing guard at the front door, no doubt Haemon had paid him to make sure she didn't leave. Celeste curled under the thick animal skins but she remained awake throughout the entire night. Her stomach knots only got worse as the night progressed. Haemon stumbled into the room just as dawn was approaching. He usually came back to the room drunk, his stumbling did not affect Celeste in the least. Even when she thought he would sleep it off he was still able to mount up and ride the rest of the day. He must have a high tolerance to the drink. He gathered his supplies quickly and was ready to leave in minutes. "Come on you, your master is waiting." His sinister voice chilled Celeste to the bone. When the sun was at it's highest Haemon maneuvered his horse off of the endless road and onto a small path that was otherwise unseen to the naked eye. That is if you weren't looking for it. Haemon, however, seemed to know this path well even though it looked as if nobody had traveled it in quite some time. It was so overgrown Celeste got whacked in the face by more than a few unruly branches. She wondered if it was obscured purposely. They rode on for most the rest of the day. "When will we be on the Master's land?" Celeste was curious, seeing as the sun was sinking lower in the sky and they were supposed to be arriving soon. "We've been on it for a good part of the day. Since we left the main road, I'd thought you knew." Celeste shook her head, bewildered at the vast amount of land her new master owned. When dusk finally came around Celeste began seeing light filter through the trees directly in front of her. This must be it, the masters house. When his enormous fortress came into full view Celeste gasped in astonishment. Being from a small town the enormity of his home was imposing and foreign. The biggest dwelling she'd seen on her journey here wasn't even a fraction of what this place was. The glass windows, Celeste was not accustomed to the luxury of glass, reflected soft candle light from within the structure. The stone work alone must have cost a fortune. She could only imagine what was contained inside. "You just going to sit there gaping or what?" Haemon brought her back to reality, he sounded annoyed and impatient. Worse so than any other time on their journey. "Sorry," Celeste mumbled jumping down from the horse. Haemon led the stallion to a stable off to the side, even it was grand. When he came back he cradled a small package wrapped in brown paper tied with a piece of twine. "Go on back in the stables and put that on, make yourself presentable," Haemon growled, thrusting the package into her arms. Celeste slipped the simple, silken, white dress over her head, reveling in the feel of the fabric against her skin. It had a an elegant cut to it, it was most definitely the most expensive item she had ever even touched. "Oh, Haemon! Thank yo--" "It's not for you, you daft girl. It's to set your price higher," Haemon interrupted her with a sneer. "Right, of' course." Celeste swallowed and looked at the ground. What was she thinking? He would never have bought her a dress. It was only for appearances. She should get used to that. The doors opened easily as Haemon led Celeste in by the tight grip he had on her arm, as though he still feared she might make a run for it. The foyer they were greeted in was so beautiful it took Celeste's breath away. She wanted to marvel at the magnificent marble art forever. Haemon yanked on her arm, making her stumble. Obviously he wasn't as enraptured as Celeste with the beauty of the place. "Sit here. And don't you move a muscle." Haemon shoved her onto an intricately carved bench made of marble before disappearing through another doorway. Celeste heard muted conversation from the door. She chewed her bottom lip in deep thought, her brow bunched. After a few moments curiosity got the better of her and she slipped silently off the bench and approached the door, placing an ear at it's crack. "No time in wasting either of our time, especially mine. Get on with it Haemon." Celeste shivered when she heard the deep rumble of her Master's voice. He sounded positively massive! "Of' course not," Haemon agreed, "I've brought what we agreed on. The 20 gold pieces, 50 silver, and 100 copper." "Good, good. I was running low on the smaller change. Bastards in town claim they can't even break a silver!" The voice sounded exasperated and annoyed. Why? She didn't think it was that big an issue. He had all that money! And no doubt more. "Will that be all?" Celeste liked the sound of his voice and found herself inexplicably drawn to it. She had to count to ten to refrain from throwing open the door. "Sir? I've also brought something a little extra. It's worth the rest of the amount I owe you. It would buy me out of my debt. Worth much greater than I paid..." Celeste frowned from her position crouched next to the door. Was he talking about her? Greater than he'd paid? He cheated her father? Celeste's blood boiled. "Well? What is it?" The silence after the master had spoken those words frightened Celeste. Were they whispering? Why had they stopped talking? She strained closer, pressing her whole body up against the door. Her ears started ringing from the strain. Suddenly, her unanswered questions were answered when the great doors swung open. Celeste tried to balance herself on the balls of her feet but to no avail. She tumbled into the room in the most unladylike fashion and ended up sprawled all over Haemon's feet. Glancing up in embarrassment Celeste began to apologize but the words dried in her throat when she caught a glimpse of his face. Never had she seen him so angry. Celeste presumed it was because they were in the presence of the Master. With the speed of a striking snake Haemon grabbed Celeste in an iron grip and forced her to her feet. With a snarl he cocked his hand back and she flinched, preparing for the blow. She stood there with her eyes squinted tight, head turned away, and a grimace already plastered across her face but the strike didn't come. A low menacing growl had her eyes fluttering open in shock and confusion. "Leave Haemon. Your debt is paid. I never want to see you on my land again!" The booming voice came from the creature beside her who had the hand Haemon had meant to hit her with crushed in his own. She could hear bones crunching. The beast released the hand with a shove that sent Haemon to the floor, his face white with terror. He jumped and ran as fast as Celeste had ever seen anybody run. The creature then turned toward her. Celeste's eyes widened when she got a full view of the Master. He stood still, like a statue, and let her take her fill. He stood a little over eight feet tall, she presumed. He towered over her short 5 foot two inches. His skin was what caught Celeste's attention the most. Skin wasn't even the accurate word, scales was more like it. His scales were alternating colors of blue, silver, cream, and ebony and they gleamed as if coated in oil. They traveled along his body no bigger than the size of a walnut but became so tiny as to hardly be scales at all around his face, neck, nipples, and though it was covered she also presumed his groin would be covered in the tiny scales as well. His chest was bare, giving Celeste a full view of his muscles traveling under his scales every time his shifted. He looked powerful. The next noticeable thing was his horns. They were a deep onyx that reflected candlelight in a way that made them more defined and gave them the appearance of glass. The points were sharp and strong, able to impale about anything. Silver hair surrounded the horns and fell down to a little past his ears. He only looked a little older than she did... Maybe 25 years of age, but he had a timeless look that made her second guess his age. She scrutinized his face the longest. It was the most human looking part of his body. He had a nice, square, angular jaw that screamed male. Two ivory fangs indented his lower lip in an almost erotic way. Celeste blushed and continued her appraisal. His eyes were where she concluded her study but they captured her gaze and seemed to refuse her ever escaping. She was lost in his eyes for what felt like hours. They looked like the sky on a stormy morning at sea. Grey and blue fighting for dominance in their fiery depths. A voice told Celeste that she should be afraid. She, after all, had heard stories from her childhood about such monsters and the one that stood before her. But she was unafraid.She remained locked in his gaze, not even wishing to be released. Wariness and knowing reflected out of his and she felt honored at being able to experience how open his emotions were to her. "If you're quite finished?" He rumbled, still not moving. "S-sorry, you're just a lot to take in." Celeste blushed furiously. Had that just come out of her mouth? "Forgive me! That was rather rude." When she finished speaking shock and curiosity danced across his face. "You're not running or screaming. At first I thought you were frozen terror." He eyed her still uncertain. "No, sir. I was merely studying you. You're different than anything I've ever seen before. I was curious." "As are you. Different I mean. Most women and on occasion men who I've encountered can't even speak in my presence let alone hold up a conversation. Too many rumors and stories, makes them afraid of me. Are you not afraid?" "To be honest, I'm terrified. But your expressions belie any of the stories. If you wished to harm me you wouldn't have stopped Haemon. If you wished to eat me you would have done so already instead of humoring me." "Perhaps I just like to play with my food." Celeste's mouth popped open and he chuckled. She jumped two steps back when he strode towards her and squeaked when he grasped her chin in a firm but gentle grip. "Don't worry, Little One, I mean you no harm." His face was mere inches away from hers and his scent washed over her, making her sigh. He smelled of the woods, fresh and earthy with a hint of crisp ocean underlining the whole experience. He smelled wild. Celeste found herself inhaling his heady aroma ardently. He rumpled in pleasure at her obvious attraction to his musk. "Nobody's brought me a woman for quite some time. Too disappointing, them being so afraid and all… Doesn't make them very good company. You're intriguing though. Quite a surprise, Haemon bringing you." He stood there still gazing into her eyes. He shifted his gaze to take the rest of her in and released her chin. He folded his arms and walked around her in circle. "You're very young though. Tell me, how did you end up with the likes of Haemon?" "My father owed him silver. He said he would take me to settle my fathers debt or he would kill him. It's obvious what I choose." Little One "How much silver did your father owe?" "About 25 pieces." "He was robbed. You are worth a great deal more than 25 silver pieces! How insulting of Haemon for buying you for so little!" He was upset, anger kindled in the depths of his eyes. It frightened Celeste. "On the contrary. I was not merely used to settle my father's debt, but to buy his life as well. He did not have the silver for him yet and Haemon was going to kill him and plunder everything in our dwelling. My sisters would have been sold as well as me. It's a price I would be willing to pay again with no complaint." The Master seemed finished with the discussion, still slightly enraged. Celeste sat there patiently as he watched her. After what felt like an eternity amusement came back into his eyes. "What of your suitors? Were they upset when you were taken away?" "I didn't have any," Celeste frowned, confused. "There were few young men to court me in my town." He quirked a brow. "Surely there must have been at least one. You are too beautiful to remain uncourted. None of that matters now, of' course. You are mine now." "What is it you wish of me?" Celeste dared not let her imagination get the better of her. He would probably make her a servant of sorts. Cleaning and cooking were most likely to be her chores. "I'm usually a fair man. I would not like to make you do anything you wish not to do. Be that as it may, it has been quite some time since I last bed a woman and I don't know how well my restraint might be. I'd be lying if I told you I did not desire you. I am not a patient man but I try to resist that which I have no right to do." "You-you'd like to bed me?" Celeste asked incredulous. "B-but I'm so inexperienced. You'd for sure hurt me." "There is a lot of pleasure to be found in pain. I could show you just how pleasurable it can get, if you so wish it." Celeste could hardly believe what he was talking about. Never in her nineteen years had she ever heard such a blunt conversation about the intimacy of a man and woman coming together. Here he was speaking about it as if discussing the weather. She shook her head, trying to clear her head. "I don't want to displease you, sir. I am just afraid is all." "As you should be. Most women are anyways without their partner being a monster." He sighed, looking slightly disappointed. He waved a hand at Celeste in dismissal and spun on his feet heading to an adjoining door. Celeste gaped at his retreating figure before scrambling after him. "Wait! Sir! Where are you going?" He continued to walk away, heading down a hallway to a set of grand stairs. He ascended them two at a time so Celeste had to run to keep up. She was scared again, she had displeased him and now was unsure what he might do. Shame enveloped her and tears began to form in her eyes. She had already messed up and was mad at herself for it. They entered a room with a fire crackling in the corner. Next to the fire pillows and rugs were so plentiful they made Celeste's bed back home look like a slaves bed. Exotic skins were strew around the pile that she couldn't even begin to guess at the animals they had come from. In the center of the room was a large table holding all manners of food and pastries. Celeste gazed in wonder, never had she seen so much food in one place before, and never the decadent things that graced this table. Being bred to a poor family luxurious food like this was not common. The aroma was intoxicating, making her mouth pool with saliva. "What is your name?" Celeste jerked her gaze away from the food to see her Master staring at her, waiting for a response. What had he just asked? "Wh-what?" Annoyance hardened his features, his eyes looked as if the storms had just kicked up a notch. Celeste remembered how he'd told her he was not a patient man. "Forgive me, sir. I was distracted by the smell. I've never seen this much food." Annoyance transformed to amusement in a flash. Celeste couldn't help but think him mercurial. "I'd guess not. You can't have come from a family of standing, your posture is all wrong. It screams submissive instead of the commanding presence of those well bred." He sounded sarcastic when he'd said well bred. She suspected that rank held no favors with him. "Now again, what is your name?" "Celeste, sir. And yours?" "Don't worry about mine. You may address me as Sir or Master, that is it. Now, you must be starving. Would you care to join me?" Celeste stood there a minute before nodding, relieved that his dark mood had passed. He pulled out a beautiful oak chair from the table containing food, offering it to her. It was directly to the left of the head chair where he sat. Only moments later a thing came to serve them. The creature was no more than four feet tall and looked almost translucent. It didn't look humanoid in the least. One large eye dominated it's noseless, mouthless face, it's arms hung so low the brushed the floor as it walked. They were thin and sinewy along with his legs. It had seven finger on each hand and three toes on each foot. Celeste gasped and scooted her chair closer to Master's, terrified of the things before her. "Do not fear them, Little One. The will not harm you. They are mindless servants devoted to my every command. They each have a specific job to do in my fortress. You will see many of the about, pay them no heed unless you need something." "Thank you, Master, for reassuring me." The servants were soon forgotten when Celeste began eating. Flavors overwhelmed her senses and little moans escaped her lips with every bite. About halfway through dinner, after a particularly tasty morsel, she heard a low, long growl vibrate next to her. The sound, to her surprise, made a fiery liquid pool between her thighs. She choked on the food before getting it down. She glanced in panic at her master, the new feelings setting her off balance. "M-master I-," her voice broke off as soon as she made eye contact with him. His heated gaze sent more of the unusual feelings creeping through her. Celeste wanted to touch his jaw, she didn't know why only that she did very badly. She reached out with a trembling hand and stroked it along master's smooth scales. He stayed completely still but his pupils dilated and his lips parted with a half sigh half groan. Celeste ran her fingers over his lips and gently caressed his fangs, exploring them. Another growl sent shivers up her spine and she moaned a little. Before she knew what was happening Master grabbed her leg and hoisted her from her chair onto his so that she straddled him. Her hands never left the smoothness of his face. "While I enjoy your little moans, I would love to hear you screaming." He growled into her ear before his lips descended on her neck. Their coolness rose goosebumps everywhere they touched. Celeste's head lolled back to give him more access and she moaned, enjoying the feel of his body pressed so closely to hers. She felt a hardness pressing against her belly. It throbbed in time to her own body's throbbing. Using her leg muscles she squeezed and pressed closer. Master nipped her earlobe and pulled back to stare into her eyes. Suddenly he stood from his chair, grasping her in the protective embrace of his arms and carried her to the pillows beside the fire. He sat so that she still straddled him. With the connection to his lips lost Celeste began to feel very nervous. What was she doing? This was not how a lady acted! She gulped and stared down at Master, wide-eyed. He stroked the back of her neck and guided her to his lips. She gasped against his mouth, and dug her finger into his silver hair, grasping one horn and running her smooth fingers along it. Master growled. The sensations were overwhelming her, she couldn't think straight. It was as if a cloudy fog had invaded her mind. Master chuckled and rolled them over, switching their previous positions. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he slid down her body. When he reached the apex of her thighs he stopped with a small, wicked smile crawling across his face. Celeste's heart was hammering in her chest. A small voice said to stop him but her desire easily beat it into submission. Master reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly yanked it up her legs. Once her pale, milky flesh was revealed master broke eye contact to gaze at the supple feminine body the dress had hidden. Celeste flushed pink and gasped at his audacity. "My, my. You are so beautiful, Little One. I thought you were a looker when you first stumbled into my study but you really are a beauty." "Thank you, Master. I'm glad I please you." She was panting and squirming under his scrutiny, making quiet mewling noises. She closed her eyes and attempted to control her breathing. She was about to protest when Master ran his finger along her slit slowly, teasingly. Celeste collapsed back on the pillows with a bewildered moan. "You're so wet, Little One. The scent of your arousal is intoxicating. If I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted me." Master taunted, teasingly running his finger along her womanhood. "Master! Please!" Celeste thrashed and ground her hips against his hand. "Please what? What is it you want, Little One?" "I-I don't know. Please, please just don't stop. I need..." She couldn't finish. "Your wish is my command, Little One." With that his mouth descended upon her womanly folds with abandon. Celeste's hips bucked and her legs fell slack. She had never felt such immense pleasure in her life. Master slowly slid a finger into her virgin hole and was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure. "Yes!" Celeste cried hoarsely. She was grinding her hips against his face frantically, her hands knotted in his hair forcing him closer. An odd building sensation made her falter before she began thrusting with renewed need. Suddenly Master sucked her hard nub between his teeth, adding a little pressure and added another finger. Celeste screamed and went still. She thought she was dying for surely she could not survive these sensations. She pressed herself closer to Master's talented tongue as she rode her release to the end. As it subsided tiny aftershocks sent her pleasure into sensory overload. "Master! Stop! It-it's too much!" She groaned and thrashed against him. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the strain. Celeste didn't know her eyes were closed until she felt warm, slick lips press against her own. Hers parted welcoming the tongue of her Master. He tasted pleasant and tangy. She only became dimly aware she was tasting herself on his lips. She deepened the kiss, reveling in the sensations of being close to somebody. When his tongue danced erotically with hers she groaned. Master chuckled and withdrew from the kiss. "You're very responsive Little One. More so than any of my other partners." He peeled the dress from her damp body, leaving her gloriously naked for him to see. Her skin glistened with perspiration, tempting him. He lowered his face to her pert breasts and nibble gently along the sensitive flesh there. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and grazed his teeth over the top while his other hand tweaked and kneaded the neglected one. He spent some time on them and had Celeste writhing with need in minutes. He covered her body with his for another lingering kiss that he broke reluctantly. Celeste marveled at the feel of his scales against her naked flesh, she found it oddly pleasing and couldn't help but rub against his hard frame. "Keep wiggling like that and this'll be over a lot sooner that we both want." "Sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself." "No need to apologize, Little One. I like the feel of you against me too." He smiled down at her and she beamed back up at him. Something warm and hard pressed against Celeste's womanhood and she glanced down in surprise. When had his pants come off? She stared, transfixed, as he rubbed his shaft against her opening and coated it's head in her arousal. She enjoyed the feeling, so she glanced at him in confusion when he stopped. Mischief danced in his eyes and he smiled at her. Celeste frowned and growled in frustration. "W-why did you stop?" "Oh?" His eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Did you like that?" He pressed against her harder, but still refrained from penetrating her. He grunted and shifted his weight to press more of his body against hers. "Please. Please. I-I need you. Master, don't stop. I need you inside me. Now." Celeste panted with need, her chest heaving against his. She could hardly believe those words had come out of her mouth. Too late to take them back now, even if she wanted to. That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed and he thrust into her with one long, hard stroke. Celeste screamed in surprise at the pinch of pain deep in her belly as he ripped through her virginity. Slowly Master withdrew and thrust in again, all the way to the hilt. Celeste grunted at the full feeling and experimented it's foreignness by shifting her hips a little. The pain had mostly subsided but she felt full and uncomfortable. Master slowly began pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Not long after Celeste met him thrust for thrust. "Faster! Please, Master!" He obliged and picked up his pace dramatically. He gripped her waist and lifted her partially off the pillows to thrust deeper. Every time his thighs met hers with a slap Celeste screamed in uncontrolled pleasure. It felt so good! "Yes, it does, Little One!" Master grunted, pulling her closer. Celeste hadn't even realized she'd muttered the words aloud. His encouragement sent her pushing him into a faster pace. The only sound to be heard were her cries, his grunts, and the sound of their bodies slapping together. Celeste glanced down and swooned at the sight of him disappearing in her only to reappear moments later. The tempo was fast and the friction was building her up for her second release of the night. "Oh Master!" She screamed as her bones turned to liquid and she began to convulse around his shaft. She gripped his biceps and threw her head back with a strangled cry ripping forth. Master never slowed his pace and kept the stimulation going. She was crying from the intensity of it and thought she was too exhausted to keep going at the pace he was. She was determined to try. "Come for me, Little One!" Master growled. She bite her lip and held back her cries as she clung to him when he drove into her faster. Celeste reached a breaking point and cried out in pleasure rocking against him, her cheeks flushed with the exertion. Master roared and thrust into her with abandon before slowing his pace to a few slow thrusts and then stopping. With his groan Celeste felt him burst inside her, filling her with his seed. His manhood twitched and spasmed inside her before it too, slowed and stilled. Celeste liked the way his release exploded inside her. He lay there, still embedded in her and caught his breath. Celeste chest heaved and she panted tiredly. He rolled to his side and pulled her with him to rest against his chest. They lay there in silence for a few minutes. "Come. Let's go to bed." Celeste barely heard Master as her eyelids drooped. She felt his strong arms lift her from the pillows and cradle her against his chest. The gentle rocking motion of his gait lulled her to a numb awareness. He ascended another two flights of stairs and walked down a hall with only one door at the end. The enormous room was dominated by a bed so grand that Celeste thought it must bed the gods. Master lay her down under the thick fabric and skins and slipped in beside her, pulling her body tight against his. Every muscle could be felt as he breathed behind her. Before sleep could claim her, Celeste felt a kiss pressed to her forehead and heard Master whisper, "Sleep well, Little One." Little One "Don't you fucking dare look me in the eyes again, slut!" the man shouted as he kicked the small, frail girl in the ribs. A crack could be heard and she cried out from behind the ball gag, but the man just laughed. The torture had been going on for hours now. All because she continued to look him in the eyes. Her face was cut up and bruises colored her body in every conceivable place. Yet she still maintained eye contact. With an animalistic growl he yanked her by the right arm, pulling her shoulder from its socket, causing her to shake violently from the pain. He dragged her along the concrete floor to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. He cuffed her wrists and pulled her up till she was stumbling on the tips of her toes so she could keep the weight off of her dislocated shoulder. "I'm going to whip your sorry ass until you're dripping blood and begging for mercy." He sneered. Her nearly starved body trembled and her raven black hair hung down in a sweaty, bloody mess, but her near coal black eyes remained deviant and open and up. This one had spirit, he had to give her that, but they all broke. She was so close. He knew this was her last day. He grabbed his harshest whip from the rack on the wall. Wicked flicks of metal tipped the braided strands of leather that pooled together at the handle. It was made to maim the body and mind. Without ceremony, he attacked her viciously with the whip on her back and ass. Her screams were terrible, and any normal human being would have stopped. But the man continued. Blood started trickling down her back and down her legs. He turned his attention to her front. Soon every part of her tiny body was in blinding pain. She was screaming and begging and crying. "Fucking submit you whore. Look down!" He screamed furiously. The whip was raised again, ready to strike the girl. That was it. She simply could not take anymore. She'd been fighting for so long, over two months now. Her eyes dropped. She stopped crying. Within an instant, the girl retreated into a drop subconscious state, unaware of the outer world. The man only witnessed her sudden submission, and that was really all so he wanted. He smirked and almost kindly caressed her bloody cheek, and then slapped it. She swayed in the chains but reacted in no other way. The man exited the punishment room and ordered a fellow worker in the compound to put the girl back in her cage and to forgo cleaning her up. Thus it was done so. The second man unlocked her wrists and she tumbled to the floor and stayed down. He dragged her by her uninjured arm out of the room and straight into the compound. It was a warehouse of slaves. One hundred cages exactly were lined up on the walls, stacked three high. Nearly all of them were occupied by poor girls. Some were quiet, others cried loudly, some protested, but none of them had a bright future. The compound was full of young kidnapped girls of varying races, who were forced to submit and be trained for auction. Catalina, the particular girl in question, had been procured little over two months ago and had proven to be a demonic spitfire for the trainers. Even her original abduction was difficult. She had been driving home from her job as a secretary's aid at a small private school. It was the last day of school for the year and summer vacation had begun, so no one would be looking for her anytime soon. She lived alone in a small cottage by a lake, which seemed like the perfect setup for an abduction, but Catalina was harder to snatch than the usual girl. Two men broke into her house that night. She was a small girl for sure, standing at five feet even but her temper made up for her height. They had snuck up on her making dinner, she held a large knife in her hands and she managed to gash one man in the cheek and the other in the abdomen before they subdued her, tied her up and thrown her in their truck. A few well placed matches and all evidence in the house was destroyed. Even with her tricky capture to foreshadow her defiance, those in charge of the compound still thought she would be a wise investment. At five foot nothing, with wonderful curves and a little extra weight and large, round, dark eyes and silky hair, the little lady was the ideal picture of innocence. Despite being chubby, Catalina gave off an air of cuteness desired by many men. She had round cheeks and a slightly upturned nose with red, Cupid's bow shaped lips. She was more adorable than sexy, more ladylike than tempting, and overall just exuded the dainty attitude of a fairy. But her personality often contradicted her looks. She was opinionated and loud and the life of the party. Yet, she was very content to do whatever was possible to make others happy. Despite being so bold, she was also servile. Brave but submissive. They perfect combination for a submissive slave. Yet, things were not panning out as predicted. After two months of daily rebelling and making sure her captors got bell for everything they did, her curves and fluffy stomach disappeared as she was starved to weather her fight. Her hair lost its luster. Her cheeks lost their color. And now, finally, her entire will lost its pride. Normally, the compound would have continued to train her till she was perfectly obedient, but everyone had just about had enough of the rebel and wanted nothing to do with her. That's why the next day she was being sent to auction. *************** I strutted into the auction room with confidence. The interior was rich and inviting and full of potential buyers like myself. We were all dressed formally in suits and ties. I ran my hand through my peppering black hair thoughtfully. I was finally going to be buying my own slave girl. I had been into the bdsm scene since I was in my mid twenties, and now nearly twenty years later, I still did not have my satisfaction. I needed more than the power I got from my previous submissives. They had freely given themselves to me, but their all did not lie in me. No, I needed to be the center of my pet's world, and she would be mine. I wanted more than a sub, I need a slave. So here I am. I'd been to a few other auctions but hasn't found anything I particularly fancied. But I'd heard positive things about this place so I was feeling fairly confident. There were fifteen girls lined up on the stage, all naked, all restrained with their wrists behind their backs. All were beautiful and diverse, but one of them caught my eye immediately. A tiny, delicate girl at the end of the line was shackled heavily compared to the others and she looked to be in terrible shape. All the other girls were interacting fortuitously with buyers but she had curled herself into a little ball. She wasn't clean and seemed to be physically injured in many ways. I walked over to her, no one was looking at her. The biography next to her read: Age: 18 Height: 5' Weight: 100lbs Special skills: fluent in English and spanish Beginning bid: $8,000,000 USD This girl is for serious masters only. After two months within the compound, only yesterday was she finally able to obey the simple command to not look a trainer in the eye. She has a high pain tolerance, unnaturally so, making her fit for those with more sadistic desires. Even better, she is an assured virgin. My heart melted. She was incredibly young and inexperienced. She also looked to be in immeasurable pain. I leant forward and gently pushed her stringy hair from her face. I sucked in my breath. She was covered in bruises and blood and her eyes hardly registered me. My God what kind of abuse did they put her through? Her one shoulder seemed to be held at an awkward angle and her breathing was labored. "Oh little one..." I whispered quietly. At this her eyes flickered up slowly but when I met her gaze she trembled and looked down, seemingly terrified. What the hell did they do to even make her fear eye contact? A voice came from the podium on the stage. "The auction will begin now, starting with our lovely little red head on the end." The first girl waved to the room. No. I had to get this little one out of here. She needed medical attention now. I suddenly had an overwhelming need to protect her, to hold her close and erase whatever this place had put them through. I spoke spoke up loudly, "No. This one first. $10,000,000." The room turned to me. Many were looking at me impatiently. The auctioneer responded, "Normally, I would insist you wait but we are so sick of that defiant little bitch that I don't care. Going once, going twice..." An older gentleman stood up, "Eleven." I turned around, shocked that someone else was interested. He strolled over and stood next to me, eyeing the girl with a certain cruelty. "I would love to see how much pain she could really take, wouldn't you?" Fuck he just wanted to torture her even more. No Fucking way. She was mine. "Thirteen." "Fifteen." "Seventeen!" This went on for a while. Eventually we were up to $50,000,000. I was getting visibly irritated. The longer this took, the longer it would be before I was able to get her medical treatment. I was ready to just put an end to the bidding. "$75,000,000." I stared the man in the eyes as I said it, making sure he knew that this girl was mine. He put up his hands and stepped back. The auctioneer watched the altercation and then said, "Going once, going twice..." I stepped closer to the girl productively, daring someone else to fucking try me. "Sold." A man came forward and unlocked her restraints and I handed him my briefcase of cash silently. As gently as possible I picked up the girl and cradled her to my chest. Without a word, I left the building, holding the tiny fallen angel. I took her to my car and set her down in the back seat as though she were a feather. "My Gosh little one, you're in such bad shape. Don't worry, I will take care of you, okay? We'll be home and I can patch you up and get you a hot bath and done some good food. Would you like that, little one?" I promised as I swaddled her up into a soft blanket and then placed her in a medium sized, travel crate for pets. I mounted a drip bottle to the cage door, she must be thirsty. She didn't register a word I said. It honestly seemed like the whole situation was above her. Oh how I pray they didn't totally break her. As I began the long, five hour drive back to my home, my heart was pounding. I was honestly enraged at the treatment towards this small little pixie. Starving and beating her till her mind went numb? That's how they decided to train her?? Fucking degenerates! I have no idea why this possessive need to protect this girl came over me though. I understand that none of those girls were there willingly, but honestly I don't care about them. They were obviously sexual beings and had been treated humanely, or add as humanly as abduction can be. But this little one, MY little one, was pushed outside of the limits of acceptable. One would cringe at treating an animal in such a way, but an actual person? A tiny girl? My blood was boiling. I am going to make up for what they did to her. And then I am going to train her. And she will devote herself to me.