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The Bargain Blonde
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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A vignette about a handicapped man who finds a lovely
girl in the slave market. (MF, bd)
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I seldom went through the slave market, but this
Saturday it was on my way to the tailor's shop and
this young blonde caught my eye, her arms of course
tied behind a post, thrusting out her fine, full
breasts. Blondes were rare and young ones even rarer.
She had obviously been brought to heel with some nasty
work for one eye was swollen shut and her upper thighs
and belly were bruised. There were a dozen red stripes
on her back and buttocks. I spread her legs and
fingered her vulva and found it tight but swollen as
if roughly used. She shuddered and looked away.
"Name?" I asked her, my hand on her smooth haunch,
thumb on her soft belly.
She shook her head. "Gone."
I turned and found the seller who would soon auction
them off. "How much for the fair-haired girl, the
battered one?"
He smiled foully. "I enjoyed her. Good piece. Fifty
thousand."
"I'll give you ten ounces of gold," I told him. "A
small assayed bar."
He stroked his chin. "That's only what... eighteen,
twenty?"
"Roughly, but she's in poor condition. Look at her."
"Fifty, master, or two such bars, twenty ounces,
pure."
"Ah well." I turned away and he grabbed my arm.
"One bar and five thousand American."
"Done," I said and grasped his hand. It was about half
what he had asked, the usual discount at this bazaar.
"A bargain. In a week or so she may be worth twice
that. She's young. A fine piece," he laughed. "And a
blonde."
I smiled and strode back to the girl. "I have
purchased you and you will never be sold to the
highest bidder again."
I tear ran down her cheek, and she shuddered as I
petted her pudenda, my fingers plowing her slit.
I must admit that I am grossly ugly, having been
burned in the war, disfigured, my face and chest hard
to look at, nothing but scar tissue. But I still have
one eye and I can appreciate beauty, and I still have
a cock and the usual needs.
I went to my brother, where I often found sexual
comfort for he had a dozen girls in his harem, and he
lent me the gold and the dollars, knowing I was
unlikely to repay him unless someone bought or
licensed my invention, the device that allowed me to
speak although I had no mouth, tongue or chin, only a
sewn slit in my wrinkled throat and what remained of
my vocal cords.
I took the lovely girl on a leash to my room,
purchasing a dark chador on the way. She was wearing
only a tattered shirt and some crude sandals. I then
bought the doctor who knew me to see her and he
treated her wounds, examined her genitals and urged me
not to use her for a week at least, said she was young
but ripe and not pregnant. He gave her a shot to
prevent conception and another to build up her
immunity to infections.
I fed her, ran my food through the blender, and we ate
facing each other. She looked away often as I pried
open my maw to feed myself. Watching me eat was not
pleasant.
"Now," I said, opening two beers, "tell me about
yourself, how you got here, who you are."
She shook her head. "A family friend, he killed my
father right before me and hauled me away in the trunk
of a car. They put me on an airplane with some other
girls, young women, five I think. I'm sure I was
drugged. It was a long flight and the men seated up
front raped all of us, raped us savagely, right in the
aisle of the airplane, on the floor. One poor girl was
whipped. I saw her, skin hanging from her back. She
had refused to suck a man. They dumped her body out as
we descended to land.
"I was not acceptable to the man who had procured me
so he sold me. That man who bought me and several of
his friends played with me and raped me, often two at
the same time, for three or four days. They also
drugged me, hashish I think. Then you saw me hung up
like a piece of meat. My name is Lucy. I am sixteen
and I am an American."
"Were you forced to suck them?" I asked.
She nodded and licked her lips."
"Will you do that for me?"
"Must I?"
"No, but I need it."
She drained her beer as I flared open my robe.
She looked down and gasped. My penis had also been
burned by the flames and its dark head was grossly
misshapen, the foreskin gone, and it was nearly
insensitive. It looked like a rope knot or some sort
of odd fungus, very lumpy. But the shaft was more or
less intact and heavily veined. I am well-endowed or
as my American friends say, well hung, with about 20
centimeters of thick rod when fully engorged.
She whimpered as she sank to her knees and licked my
glans, as I still thought of it, and then sucked and
licked my swelling scrotum with my swollen cock lying
on her face.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed her efforts and then
opened them as she attempted to mouth my gross
cockhead. I grasped my iron-hard shaft and got it into
her mouth sideways, and she gulped and looked up at me
as she hollowed her cheeks sucking and tonguing my
damaged manhood and pushing it from side to side.
I grasped her head and gently fucked her mouth until I
ejaculated, gritting my teeth and coming several
times, the semen burning its way out of me. My spend
oozed from the corners of her mouth until I managed to
drag my ram out, her teeth ranking it in the process.
I pulled her up on my lap and hugged her. She
staggered to the sink and spat and the rinsed her
mouth and got us both another beer.
"When I am healed, do you intend to stick that huge
thing in me?" she asked
I nodded, wishing I could smile.
'It will kill me."
I shook my head. "I have used several of my brother's
wives. They enjoyed it, so they said. They seemed to."
I carried her to my bed, spread her long legs and
introduced her to cunnilingus, of which I am a master
despite the fact that most of my tongue is gone.
She screamed and pounded on the bed covers as I forced
her to climax again and again with my slitted mouth
engulfing her whole vulva and my tongue root caressing
her pink moist clit.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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