Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"
i grab the chain that around your neck and pull you towards me.. forcing you to look up at me as i lean in and kiss yours lips. my other hands grabs yours ass and squeeze
She gasps at the pain when you pull her chain, but even more so as your lips press against hers, forcing them open. "Nngh... you promised..." she whispers weakly between your kisses. Your grip on her ass feels just like another part of the chains binding her, making it impossible for her to squirm away or resist in any way.
i look into your huge crying eyes.. i throw a bag of coins to the seller “i take her” i say as i pull on the chain and walk you to my car.. as we in the car i pull the chain around your neck and i loosen it, and then fully taking it off.
Still breathing hard, she looks around in confusion as you lead her away and then into the car. When the collar is finally removed, she gasps for air and scrambles to cover her chest with her hands. "W-where are you taking me?" She asks softly, half expecting another nightmare to begin.
"Where you belong." You reply as you pull out of the parking lot.
in the car.. i sit you in my lap and spread your legs wide open, feeling your pussy. "hmm What your name agian" i say as i rub your clit and my hands roam your body
Leyla shakes her head and tries to pull away as you spread her legs. "Please..." she whispers. She's never been handled this roughly before; she expected the pleasure but not the pain. Her name is hardly more than a squeak as you rub her, trying to distract her from what you really want: for her to feel good enough to enjoy it.
i stop playing with your pussy and i hold you close.. turning your around to face me.. i hug you and kiss your neck and cheek.. "dont worry, im not going to rape you or use you.. if you dont want it, we not doing it, but from now on you are mine" i say as i let you go
Leyla buries her face in your chest, trembling as you finally stop touching her. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, the words tumbling out before she can think them through. "It's just... I don't belong to anyone." She pauses, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Even if you don't use me or force me, you still own me. And that scares me more than anything."
as the car pulls into my house... a huge 50bedroom or more. "well if i did not buy you some one else would have, and do more then i would do" i say as i undo her coller on her neck.. and i open the door "you live here now, if you want to leave, leave, but i bet you be back in the slaves market again, or stay here, and live how you want.. i will care and feed you and all the rest, if you want i get you teacher to teach you any skill you want" i say as i get up.. giving her the option to stay with me or leave
Leyla sits there in the passenger seat for a long moment, her eyes darting around between you and your house. Finally, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "I-I'll stay." It comes out barely above a whisper, but it's clear enough. She climbs out of the car and follows you into the house, taking a wary step inside as if expecting it to collapse around her at any moment.
The sheer size and opulence are nearly overwhelming; surely no one like her belongs here. Yet for some reason, your offer is more terrifying than the alternative would have been. She remains close behind you as you lead her through the house, unsure of where to go or what to expect.
"here is a shower, go show up and get dressed, inside there are new cloths for you.. a young girl like you should not be half naked dirty and smell so badly.." i say as i open one of the doors and i get another maid to lead you inside.. giving you privase time.. i yell out "when you done meet me in the living room, to eat" i say as i close the door..
Taking a step back, she studies your face for a moment before nodding slowly. "I'll... be right there." The relief in her voice is plain as day; having some time to herself feels like the most precious gift you could have given her at that moment. She glances down at her filthy clothes and smelly body, knowing she needs a good long shower and some fresh clothes more than anything else in the world.
The maid leads her inside, her hand gently guiding Leyla toward the bathroom as if she were a delicate flower. The girl pauses at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder to make sure you're really letting her go before finally stepping through. The door swings shut behind her with a soft click, leaving her alone in the silence once more.