Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <ADULTS ONLY!> ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- ***DISCLAIMER*** This is a work of erotic fiction containing descriptions of fantasy sex between adults and minors. If such things offend you, then don't read it. If you are not an adult, leave this page now! ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- SLAVE PURCHASE 4 Fg, Mg, mg, rape, nc, reluct, oral, bd, interrac, ped, preg The two naked girls huddled miserably inside the cage in the dark. After the humiliation of being washed and molested by some male slaves, they had been taken up to the harem. Thankfully, their chains had been removed, however they had been unceremoniously pushed inside the cage just inside the strong, locked door. It wasn't a large space and the iron bars were cold. The mulatto girl was the first to recover and begin to explore the unfamiliar space. When the outside door was opened, she'd caught a brief glimpse of piles of blankets along the wall. She began to crawl, feeling on the ground for the blankets. When her reaching hand touched someone's bare foot, she let out a small shriek. `Shhh...' The owner of the foot sat up, putting her arms out to feel who it was in the pitch dark. She patted the girl's springy curls and slender shoulders. `You new here?' `Yeah,' the dark girl replied, her voice shaking on the verge of tears. `Aw, don't worry,' the unseen woman reassured her, folding her in her big, warm arms. The girl felt engulfed but comforted by her embrace. She could feel big, pendulous breasts squashing and wobbling against her- the woman was quite sizable. `You're cute, girl... lie down with me, it's warmer.' Happy to share the warmth of the woman's blanket, encouraged by the woman, she lay down with her in a spoon position, soon lulled to sleep after a stressful day. The tiny redhead remained crouched warily in the corner of the cage, feeling the aching pain of her newly violated ass and afraid to sleep. Some hours later, the mulatto girl was in the midst of an erotic dream. In her mind, the muscular black slave who had brought her to ecstasy was worshipping her body with his skilled hands. His fingers caressing her thighs like a lover, skimming up toward her needy pussy and teasing her, stroking gently and knowingly to arouse her young flesh. She breathed in deep, instinctively spreading her thighs, and felt his fingers slide in between the lips of her vulva, wiggling to reach her wetness inside. Using the natural lube, stroking up towards her clit and circling it, tantalizing. Suddenly the fingers clamped down over her place of deepest pleasure, roughly frigging her off, and her mouth opened in a gasp of ecstasy. A meaty nipple was pushed into her mouth and instinctively she began to suck on it. Through her desire, she realized with a shock that this was not a male slave. Her eyes popped open, as she continued to suck at the breast, and saw the brutish face of a huge female slave grinning down at her in the faint dawn light. Powerless to avoid coming, she convulsed, eyes wild, held immobile in the woman's strong grip. Panting for breath, she went limp, and heard the woman chuckle. `Mmmm, delicious,' she murmured, bringing her thick fingers up to her mouth and licking off the girl juices. `Now it's your turn, honey.' Seeing the mulatto's confusion, she sighed, muttering `Always me who has to break them in,' grabbed her by her curly hair and forced her head down and in between her gargantuan thighs. The girl recoiled from the smell and the abundant hair there, trying to back away, but the fat woman was stronger. `Lick me,' she ordered, pushing her young nose down into her slick labia. Shivering, the girl tentatively stuck her tongue out, running it over the purple, swollen flesh, and was rewarded with a grunt. Slowly gaining confidence, she licked over and around the heavy lips, trying to contain her revulsion and avoid the bushy hair tickling her cheeks. `Suck me,' the woman groaned. Sensing the girl's hesitation, she took hold of her ears and pushed her head up a little and down to her clit, buried in coarse hair, grinding it into her young face. Struggling to regain control over the situation, the mulatto opened her mouth and fitted it over the woman's clit, gagging at the strong taste. Quickly she began to suck, using her mouth and tongue as much as possible to tease the tender flesh, drawing it out from her body, and felt her own excitement rise. The woman was moaning in frustration. Abruptly, impatient with the girl's timid efforts, she pushed her away, onto her back, sat up and in one fluid motion straddled her head, mashing her wet lips into her face. The girl fought to breathe, smothered by the colossal weight. Dark spots flitted before her eyes as the woman went wild, grinding her pelvis into her nose and mouth. Luckily her pleasure was short-lived, in a matter of seconds she was crying out in satisfaction. Sticky juices spurted over the girl's face, flowing into her nose and gasping mouth as she sputtered and choked. Coughing, she was barely aware of the woman dismounting, and cuddling her close once more. `Oi, Betuma, watch you don't damage the merchandise,' a sly voice commented. Looking over the woman's shoulder, the girl saw the speaker, another amply-endowed female with large dark nipples pierced with shining silver rings, and became aware that all the other women in the cage had been watching their entire performance. She flushed red. `Not damaging, just playing, never you mind,' Betuma retorted, cradling the girl. `And what's your name, honey?' The girl shook her head, she didn't know. Her mother, who she barely remembered, had called her baby. In fact she was the daughter of the slave master, a fact which didn't stop him from taking her virginity at the age of ten and selling her off just as she hit puberty. `Look at your leg cuff, you'll see what they've named you,' Betuma suggested. She looked, seeing some cryptic scratchings. She was unable to read. `Here it is,' the woman said, examining the cuff carefully. `Ku.. ra.. vi. Kuravi, that's your name.' Kuravi smiled. ---------------------------------------------------------- In another part of the palace, the blonde was quickly becoming accustomed to her new routine. Chained to the bed for most of the day and night, the boy fucked her on average three or four times a day, slaking his adolescent urges. He liked to see her humiliated and would tie her up in various positions. Once he left her for a full day and night, blindfolded, gagged and restrained under his bed, her only distraction the copious amounts of cum oozing from her well-used pussy. Sometimes he invited his teenage friends to his room, to play sniggering games with her, penetrating her with vegetables and pushing bananas or beans into her pussy. He never let his friends into her pussy, as he was trying to knock her up himself, but her mouth was always at their service. It wasn't unusual for her to have to suck off four or five boys in a row, swallowing all their eager spunk. Every afternoon, while the boy had his lessons, one of the matrons of the house would come and unlock her from his room, taking her out for exercise, to the baths, and to enjoy her single meal of the day. Three mornings a week, an elderly black cleaner visited his room to sweep, mop, change the linen and dust. She felt uneasy with his eyes frequently on her naked body as she lay helpless, and he mopped the floor. He would often `accidentally' slop water or cleaning products onto her, and then wipe them off her pert nipples or tight ass, fondling and slapping. Matters came to a head when he came in with his mop bucket and tools to find her restrained and utterly helpless under the bed. Moving the bed aside, he feasted his eyes on her naked body tied securely with rope around her chest and arms, cum dripping from her pussy. Blindfolded and gagged, she felt the cool draft on her flesh, the scent of sweaty old man, and shuddered. Thinking quickly, he lost no time in carrying out his plan. Locking the door, he opened his flies to reveal his huge swinging black cock, already beginning to stiffen. Turning her over onto her front, he began to work grease from his tool box into her anus. She was moaning and pleading into her gag, her muffled cries only inciting her further. Suddenly, he shoved his massive tool towards her tight backdoor, bearing down her resistance. Feeling his determination, she could only submit and try to make it easier on herself. Giving in, she pushed out to save her sphincter, and felt the thick head of his cock squeeze into her rear passage. Grunting and puffing, he forced it in further, an inch at a time, until his gray hair squashed against her young ass, then began to drive it slowly in and out, aided by the dirty grease. Overwhelmed by the size of the sausage stuffed up her rear, she trembled in shock and reluctant arousal. She was used to the slender girth of her master, the fourteen-year-old boy. Still, she was relieved that the cleaner was leaving her pussy alone, the boy had to be the father of her child. As if he had read her mind, the elderly slave pulled his reeking member from her ass and shoved it into her wet pussy. It only took a few seconds before he was shuddering and crying out, dumping his load directly into her fertile womb. He held his cock inside her until it began to soften and slither out, pushed by the massive cum dump. She cried through her blindfold, knowing that this man could be knocking her up against her will. After that, no matter what state he found her in, he made sure to come in her pussy three mornings a week. As her breasts and belly began to swell, and the boy beamed with pride, a terrible worry consumed her. Was the child his, or the old black slave's? ------------TBC------------