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Master

She didn't remember the last time she has seen daylight. It seemed like an eternity has passed since she was brought to this horrible place. It might have been only a few hours, maybe a few days or possibly even years, but to her it felt like a lifetime. She began to think back to when they first took her. She had so much life in her. So much spunk, but now, now she was just a washed up weak feather waiting to be destroyed. She could no longer be broken. They had already done that. They broke her. They broke her hard and fast and into some many pieces that she thought no one would ever be able to put her back together. She shifted quickly, trying to avoid clinking her chains together. The more she blended in with the shadows the better. Maybe that way they would forget about her and finally let her rest. Suddenly the bars opened and a gruff guard bent down to unlock her chains. She looked at him with a fearful hope. She had hope that she would get out of here, whether it be by death or someone other way and she had fear of what would become of her. The guard dragged her down a long narrow hallway and literally threw her into a stark white room. The bright room hurt her eyes so she was unable to see the oncoming threat.

The large guard approached her. He was a regular. They were all given strict orders never to actually take her. She was supposed to be kept pure. She would sell for a higher price that way. She was too pretty to be a whore they said. The guards kept her pure in the sense of the word, but did anything else they could to her. He groped her all the while removing what little rags she could barely even deem as clothes. His hard rough hands rubbed around her body, concentrating on her breasts. Soon after he was hard and then he was naked. Fear filled her eyes. For an instance she thought the guards were now allowed to take. For an instance she thought that she would never be sold. Anywhere had to be better than here. Then to her relief he just thrusted into her mouth. She gagged slightly, not expecting him to do what he did.

Later on when he was finished he bathed her and dried her. In a daze she followed him through another narrow passage to a room she had never been in before. Sinks and mirrors filled this room and she placed in a chair. Soon two people were attending to her hair, cutting it and making it a bit more presentable. Afterwards she was handed her new garments. It was then at that moment she was not yet sold, but going up for auction. The skirt she was given could barely even be called a skirt. The front was just long enough to cover her privates, but the back was shorter, revealing the very bottom of her ass. The top was a small bikini looking thing, but the material was see through lace, so everything could be seen. As her hair was being finished and a bit of makeup was being applied her worse nightmare walked into the room. Her kidnapper, her owner, the devil. Her smirked at her, lust evident in his eyes. She turned away and ignored him when he pulled her from the room. She followed him reluctantly. Eventually they entered a room facing a large curtain. There were other girls all lined up. The varied in ages, the oldest being no older than twenty-five. Each girl wore revealing outfits, but none were as erotic or "fancy" as the one she was wearing. Most were still in the rags they always wore. He really wanted to sell her today. He was ridding himself of his priced possession.

Before her eyes the curtain slowly raised and she was met with the image of over a hundred lust filled men. The thought then hit her, one of these men will be my new owner. He will be the man to finally take me and the one piece of dignity I have left. The auction began and she watched as each girl slowly disappeared. They now had new owners. Before he introduced me he pulled me aside roughly.

"Make it good. If you don't go for a good price you'll regret it. Make them believe you want them to buy you and screw your brains out." His statement though frank was partially true. She wanted someone to buy her.

"Now gentlemen. I have a treat for you. This was a fine female specimen is still pure and untouched." She walked by him, looking out into the crowd the whole time. "Wouldn't you just want to thrust yourself into this?" He lifted the front of her skirt to show all the men before her. "Or maybe here?" He turned her around and smacked her ass. The men in the audience were cheering. As she turned around she saw some of them had their pants around their ankles. Showing off their excitement, they didn't pass the opportunity to even envision themselves with her. The bidding began. Quickly it picked up momentum until only the high rollers were left. Then it was down to two men. Before she knew it she heard the famous "SOLD!" scream across the auditorium. The man, her new owner came up onto the stage to claim her.

"Number 1758693 I now own you. If you behave you might even enjoy it." With his statement her grabbed her ass and lifted her slightly off the ground. "Now number 1758693 do you have a common name?" Before this time she looked towards ground, but now she looked up right into his dark crystal blue eyes.

"Serenity." She breathed out in a voice a bit huskier than she would have liked.

"My name is Endymoin, but you can call me Master."

Just to tell you this story will become very graphic, I am going to be posting this over at media miner if the story is popular here. I will post the fully graphic version over there because you can have lemons, but for I will either write a toned down version or I will only post the beginning chapters.

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