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Introduction:

A teenage girl is tricked into a life of slavery and is sold as a plaything to a rich old man.

Pushing open the door to the bedroom he led his new toy into the bedroom. It was quite the sight, him well dressed in a tweed jacket and waistcoat, with nothing on his lower half, and a teenage girl on a lead crawling behind him.

"Stand up fuck toy."

Looking up she saw she was in a large room with a huge four poster bed that had heavy carved columns. It looked like something from a magazine or TV, but she guessed the sort of men that can afford to buy girls like her as play things liked the finer things in life. She rose to her feet and he undid the lead from her collar.

"Go and stand at the foot of the bed and wait for me."

She took her place and he walked over to the bed tossing the lead onto the bedside table. Almost falling into the bed he sat down and took off his watch, took the small brown bottle out of his pocket, and started to remove the last of his clothes. Once done he stretched and then rolled onto the bed and shuffled into the centre.

Rubbing himself he said, "Take off your skirt".

She reached behind her and pulled the zip down letting the skirt fall to the floor. Standing there in just her socks and a collar, even though he had seen it all before she somehow felt more embarrassed than before. Maybe it was just the implication of what was to come.

"Now the shoes and socks."

She ran her hands down her leg pulling the first sock down and unbuckling her shoe she stepped out of them. She was suddenly aware that every step was a step closer to what was about to happen to her. Every action she had taken that day was leading to that moment she was dreading. She reached for the other sock and did the same.

Still rubbing himself, he beckoned to her and said, "Crawl over the bed and onto me, and keep looking at me".

She lent forward and onto the bed, her breasts hanging down and swaying as she moved. With her hands either side of his legs she made her way up his body pausing as she reached his almost hard again cock and looked at him with pleading eyes offering her mouth in place of what she knew he wanted, but he just looked at her unmoved. She continued up his body, with his size compared to hers she was having a hard time getting over his belly, and she was only just able to hold herself up. He reached down to her and taking hold of her back started to rub her against him, her breasts squeezed against his belly.

"Slide up to me."

With his hands on her back holding her steady she made her way up to his face rubbing herself against him. Running his hand up her back and taking hold of her head he pulled her into a deep kiss. Taking a handful of her hair he pulled her head back.

"You need to kiss me back. 'Zack' said you were a good kisser. I want you to kiss me like that."

She closed her eyes as he pulled her head back to meet his lips, and started to think of Zack. No not Zack she hated him now. Zack had lied to her, had manipulated her, and for what? Money? Wasn't the life they could have had together worth more. 'Zack' probably wasn't even his name. She was kissing this man, her owner. Raising her hands she took his head and held him as they kissed. It took all her strength but she let herself flow into him and met his tongue with hers. His other hand slid down to her arse and began to roughly grope her, his finger pressing against her little button.

He let go of her head and taking her by the shoulder rolled her off of him and lifted himself onto his side leaning over her. Looking down on her he could see the fear and nerves on her face. He leaned down to her and softly kissed her running a hand up her belly to to her breast a softly cupping it.

"You're being a good little fuck toy."

Kissing her on the head he crawled over her to the bedside table and picked up the small brown bottle. Kneeling over her he uncapped it, took a sharp breath in through the nose and gave a shudder. Reaching down her turned her head to the side, held the bottle under her nose and she took her gift from him.

As he watcher her face flush he brought his mouth down to her breast and took it in his mouth, sliding a hand down her body to her already wet sex. He rubbed her mound roughly with his whole hand and instinctively her legs parted opening herself for him. Lifting his mouth for a moment he told her to, "Turn again Toy" and offered her the bottle. As she inhaled he returned to her breast sucking and biting her nipple as she arched her back from the combined assault on her senses. As he continued to rub her mound he slipped a finger between her lips and felt the moisture and warmth of her slit. With her head swimming from the drugs and his experienced hands playing her innocent body like an instrument she was lost in a whirl of pleasure completely forgetting the situation she was in, simply lost in the sensations of the moment.

Getting to his knees he looked down at his work, this breathless girl who hours ago wouldn't have looked at him is now rocking her hips to meet his hand and writhing at his touch. Moving himself over to take his place between her legs while she was still dazed from all the new sensations. He ran his hands up and down her body feeling the smoothness of her and taking in her scent. Lifting first on leg to his shoulder and then the next, she suddenly became aware of where she was and what was about to happen. A feeling of shame stronger than any she had ever felt ran through her. Why was she feeling like this? She hated him, he was evil, she didn't want any of this. Then why was her body responding to him and his assault. Why did it have to feel like this. She looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would see that she didn't want this and that he would stop.

He was too busy looking at his prize the virgin snatch of a lithe young fuck toy that was his property. He had been waiting for this for months, since Simon had told him about her. He was one of the best agents he knew and always had the best girls. He was young and attractive and had a knack for getting these foolish girls to go with him. When he had seen the final set of photos uploaded to the auction site he knew he had to have her and she was well worth the price he paid. Parting her lips with his fingers he looked into her sex and was shocked. Her hymen was still intact, not only was she a virgin but she hadn't torn it yet. Very rare at her age, well worth the price.

Taking his cock in one hand he raised the other over her collar and to her throat, before leaning in and kissing her. Squeezing her throat he rubbed his head in her opening, spreading her lips and pushing against her passage. Taking a deep breath he pushed his way past the flesh door tearing it and she screamed at the sensation of being forced open. He was only able to get in a little with the first thrust and pulled back for a second. This time deeper, there was more tearing, she screamed again. He could feel her insides pulsating almost like they were trying to push him out, but it just made the feeling better. There were tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed and writhed under him, this time from pain and fear. He pulled back to her opening and readied himself for a final push deep inside of her.

She wanted to die. She had let this all happen, she had chased Zack, she wanted him. She had helped make the videos and pictures he used to sell her, she had asked to go with him. She had dressed up for this man, she had got wet for him. She hadn't fought him at all. It was all her fault and she deserved this. With one long thrust he forced her open fully, running the full length of his shaft into her. She wanted to scream but couldn't catch her breath. She felt like someone had just punched her in the stomach.

He held himself there for a moment enjoying the feeling of her body spasming around him, before continuing his assault. As his rhythm built and she started to recover from the shock, he lifted the bottle to his nose again. Then again turned her head and offered it to her. She took it gladly, anything to be away from here. Feeling her stretched around him and looking down at her he knew he couldn't last long, and he needed to. He had to make her cum, if he could do that she would be his. The shame would break her. Letting her legs down from his shoulders he took her by the waist and without pulling out her rolled over and pulled her on top of him. With his hands on her waist he moved her back and forth on his lap.

"Rub your titties for me!"

She reached up to her breasts and started to rub them, with how worked up her body was it felt amazing. She felt herself pinching her nipples as he roughly moved her body.

"Now bounce up and down like a good little toy."

Shifting her legs to get a better perch she pushed herself up and then let herself fall down on him. Bouncing up and down on him and playing with her nipples she was again lost in the sensation of the moment. Looking up at her bouncing away as told, playing with her nipples, he could see her pinching them working her body like he had. He smiled, turned his head and took another hit from the bottle before offering to her. He watched her face closely studying it for the signs. He noticed she had started shifting her hips to better pleasure herself and waited for the right moment.

As her breath quickened he offered her the bottle one last time and after she took it he grabbed her and spun her round back to the bed and started violently pumping her back and forth on his cock. In short order he was getting close and could feel her starting to spasm. They both came together in a moment of swirling flesh, both calling out in primal sounds as he emptied and she filled.

He fell down onto her and she went limp with exhaustion. Rolling off of her they both just lay there breathing heavily.

Jabbing her with his elbow he breathlessly said, "Fetch me the lead, it's on the table".

She turned her head to look at him wondering how he expected her to move after that, but knew that she had no choice any more. He had taken everything from her and she was now his toy. She rolled over and crawled to the bedside table, picking up the lead she sat next to him and handed it over. Reaching up and stroking her face she tilted into it and then taking a handful of hair he pulled her head down to his softening cock.

"Clean it."

It was covered in a slick film made up of her juices, his sperm, and her blood. She was sickened by this more than anything that had happened yet, but she was so physically and mentally tired that she couldn't even begin to think about saying no. Pulling her body around to his leg and taking her position, she picked up his member and took it all into her mouth. It was much easier to deal with now that it was spent and felt so soft and silky. Working her tongue over and around it she felt the grime breaking free and swallowed it down. This was her life now, she was a rag to clean his crotch.

Rubbing her head as she finished cleaning him, he lifted his side and attached the lead to the back of her collar.

"Put your arm under me and wrap your other arm and legs around my leg. I want you to keep my cock in your mouth all night."

Putting his hand through the leather loop of the lead and then putting his hand back on her head he laid her head down on his hip and gently stroked her hair.

"Keep sucking it gently as I fall asleep and I want my cock to still be in your mouth when I wake up."

With a heavy sigh he stopped stroking her head and just rested his hand there holding her head down. He fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Laying there hugging his leg with his soft member in her mouth she thought about everything that had happened to her that day. She thought about Zack and how he had tricked her, she felt so stupid for believing him, maybe she deserved this, maybe this was the best that she deserved. Her last thoughts as she slipped into sleep were of her parents and how they would never know what happened to her.

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