Slave Girl
She didn’t know her age. The blood tests and X-ray rests that had come back from Timothy, which he had on his cell phone, indicated she was in her early twenties. Modern technology never failed to surprise him.
She was also clean. Used and abused by his father, but he’d not given her any infections or diseases. She was clean.
He stroked some of her long, glorious hair back from her body. The blanket had pulled off her, and the shirt she wore rode up, showing off the curve of her buttock and the base of her back.
Welts in a cross pattern marred her skin. He traced a finger over each welt, knowing his father wasn’t the only person to have marked her pretty skin. Some of these scars were old.
She moved a little and he glanced down to see one of her eyes open. The other pressed against the bed.
“I broke a plate,” she said. “My master, she got so mad, and she hurt me.”
“A woman did this?”
“Yes.”
He listened as she told him she didn’t even get the worse punishment. How a woman got her hand boiled and she had to stand and watch. “It was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“If I hadn’t broken a plate, she wouldn’t have gotten into trouble.”
“Elenore, slavery is illegal. No one should force people into this life. Your birth should have been registered, your name joining all of the millions and billions of people on this planet. You’re not no one.” He rolled her over and placed a hand over her heart. “I feel that. It’s beating because you’re alive. You’re a living, breathing person, and no one can take that away from you.” He reached down and kissed her lips. “You’re real. You and the people you’ve worked with, they’re not to blame for what happened.”
“I like it when you kiss me.”
He pulled back. “Are you changing the subject?”
“It doesn’t matter if what I do and what I am is right, Raphael. I know there are girls in worse situations than me. Who have to please men every single night. Who give in to their demands.”
“My father threatened you with that life, didn’t he?”
“It’s why I’m still a virgin. He called me that. His precious virgin. He was always tempted and would tell me to spread my legs so he could see. I don’t know what he saw but he always liked it. Will you sell me?” she asked.
“No.”
“But my virginity?”
“Will be precious to the man you choose to give it to.” He rested his hand on top of hers.
“I want to give it to you,” she said.
“Elenore, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I do. I want you to fuck me.”
He pulled away but she grabbed his hand and placed it between her thighs.
“I’m not stupid. I know what I ask. If … if one day you don’t come home and I’m found, I’d at least like to have this choice of who takes me.”
“Elenore, you won’t be taken.”
“Look what happened yesterday. Your father isn’t a good man. You’re precious to him, but he always told me he could father other children.”
“I know,” he said.
“If he ever doubts your loyalty, you’ll die. Please, Raphael. All of my life I’ve had choices taken from me. I can’t read or write, or know the time. I’m nothing. I’m no one, but right now, I would love nothing more than to be your Elenore.”
“You are my Elenore.”
“Then please, show me how good it can be. How it doesn’t always have to hurt.”
He should climb out of bed as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t look at him with those big, brown eyes, and beg him sweetly to be more, to have more.
Instead, he pulled the blanket away from her body. “If I do anything you don’t like, you’ll tell me to stop.”
“You’re not going to do anything wrong. I know it.”
He eased her shirt up over her head. She lifted her arms and he tossed it aside, running his hands up her body. She had nice, big tits, a small waist, and thick hips. He caressed down her body, cupping those hips, feeling them in his palm, more than a handful but something to hold on to.
He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to wanting this woman. He did. She was like an addiction he couldn’t get rid of. All he wanted was to drown in every single part of her.
He moved between her spread legs, tugging down the pants that molded to her hips. He pulled them off her in one easy stroke and spread her open. She didn’t wear any underwear. He still needed to go shopping for her.
Her legs were flat to the bed and he lifted them up so he could put his hands on her knees and spread them open. Her pussy looked slick already.