Archive - Mar 1, 2009

"Oh, god, please..." her voice was barely a whisper. Screamed pleading and begging had subsided to hoarse entreating. Perspiration lightly coated her body, she was no longer aware of the handcuffs biting into her wrists and ankles. All of her attention was focused on that which lay between her thighs.

How long had he kept her bound and mercilessly brought to the edge of orgasm? Minutes? Hours? He could keep her here indefinitey, if it was his wish, she was a Slave. No one would object to his treatment, she had no status to protect her, no family that would barter for her return.

In this world only those things would have saved her. Kyra had been cursed first by being born poor, second by having her mother die in childbirth, and third by having blue eyes. Those three combined ensured she'd be a Slave for the rest of her life.