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The year is sometime in the future. After years of being warned about global warning it happened. Pieces of land fell into the ocean and the parts of land that didn’t fall was soon flooded. The United States only had a few places that were still dry; a high point in California being one, but that was run by the very rich and had 1 High King. Brazil, Russia, and Korea (no longer North and South) had High Kings as well. Everywhere else was either flooded or no longer there.
To survive your options was to make yourself useful to the High Kings, or marrying into money if you were a landlubber. If you were a waterdweller you either owned your ship or worked on the ships. Another option that only a select few were “chosen” was to be trained as slaves; not everyone survived and females were a rare commodity, especially beautiful, talented females. This meant that most baby girls were either sold into slavery or stolen and forced into the trade.
After another wave of the grand flooding Katarzyna had sought the safety of a temple and their people whom she had heard were kind. The occupants seeing the wave approaching ran from the temple and had drowned in the cushy, watery, grass making the grounds a death trap. The temple, if they would have stayed, would have been their safe haven.
Katarzyna stared out into the darkness hearing splashing, knowing that someone was out there and was approaching. She wore a simple white sheer top, strapless, with a deep v neck that stopped just above her belly button. A matching white sheer skirt that sat on her hips and with slits through out the skirt gave the viewer glimpses of caramel skin as she walked. Not sure if the person was friend or foe, she quickly slipped on her brown cloak and pulled the hood over her head, covering her purple hair.
Slowly a man approached and Katarzyna stepped further back into the darkness hiding from the fire’s light watching him. He stepped to the fire and warmed himself, taking off his own cloak, and setting down his bags.
“You can come out now. I won’t hurt you.”
He turned and stared directly in Katarzyna’s direction who didn’t move; afraid. The man turned back to the fire and sat on his butt pulling one leg up and holding it with his arm.
“I can see you,” he turned back towards her.
Katarzyna took a deep breath before exhaling sharply. The man had pink eyes, odd. Curious she stepped out of the darkness staring at him with her head tilted at an angle.
“I’ve never seen pink eyes before,” she said her words echoed slightly off the walls.
“How do you know I have pink eyes?”
Katarzyna frowned and stopped in her tracks. “I can see them.”
“How? I’m wearing blue contacts. People see my eyes as blue.” He stuck a finger into his eye and wiggled the contact. He could tell she could now see the blue and was curious as the girl tried to back peddle. He took a large step and was in front of her, holding her.
“You can see my eyes as pink?”
“Yes.”
“Can you see them as blue?”
She looked hard at him then nodded her head after a moment. It was her and she didn’t know why she could see his natural eye color. He could tell all this just from the way she was reacting and her facial expressions. She was easy to read.
“I’m Alje (al-hey),” he said releasing her and sticking out his hand.
“Katarzyna (kah-tar-gin-nah),” she shook his hand.
Katarzyna smiled and gently took the hood off her head even as Alje was still staring at the beautiful girl. Her caramel skin was offset by purple hair and her gray eyes slightly tilted made his manhood stir like never before. Alje realized he had to have her. This day and age a woman knew her safety was with a man whom she calls master. If a woman walked without fear you can bet she was ugly and unwanted, but not Katarzyna. Oh she was incredible, different, obviously a mix of human genes. Why wasn’t she claimed?
Katarzyna recognized the signs in his face, his eyes, the lust and tried to step away from him, but he grabbed her again and held her tight. “Stop, I don’t want to be sold. Let Me GO!”
Alje didn’t release her instead he slapped a collar around her neck. Not bindings to hold her and sell her, but a collar claiming Katarzyna as his own, his responsibility, his slave. she couldn’t believe what had just happened and stared at the black, silk, collar, with the small dark gray pendent that swung from the loop. She blinked as it slowly dawned on her then started shaking her head furiously as her purple locks flew around her face. It wasn’t the fact that she had just been collared; no as an unowned woman she was expecting someone to pick up on that fact and force her into slavery. It was the words that swung on the pendant that had her so shocked and slowly becoming angry: Property of Alejandro Sylvandrias Kenyon III.
“No,” Katarzyna screamed as she reached for the clasp. As soon as her hands came into contact with the clasp hot liquid poured into her body blinding her, hurting her, making her drop my hands.
“Sorcery,” Alje explained. “It’s so no one would touch my personal belongings. Only I can take it off.
Katarzyna scoffed at the explanation of sorcery. That was crap. It was probably some kind of taser. “Then take it off!”
“No.”
“I’ll kill you,” Katarzyna eye’s darkened at the threat. She wasn’t kidding.
“Then the collar will stay activated.”
“I’ll cut off your hands,” she retorted.
“If my hands aren’t warm it won’t recognize them and it won’t work.” Alje
smirked at his beautiful, angry slave.
“Then I’ll keep your hands by the fire while I work the clasp through your hands.”
“And what about rigor mortis?”
“I’ll crush every bone in your hands so they won’t stiffen! I don’t care. I will not be your slave.”
“It’s too late. You’re already collared my beautiful Katarzyna.”
“Not by you, take off your collar, put on the bindings, and sell me.”
Alje stared at his fierce girl with puzzlement. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not so bad looking.”
“It’s your family.” Alje motioned for Katarzyna to continue. “I don’t remember much about my past. It’s hazy. Doctors said it was post stress disorder or something, but I remember my childhood all the way up to the hand.”
“The hand,” Alje asked with one eyebrow cocked.
“I grew up in a village called Ramunda. We were a peaceful village, but a man decided to ransack our village. He needed more territory and he attacked us. Him and his soldiers came into our village and set houses on fire, killed men, women, children, they didn’t care. It was either submit ourselves to him or die. My father fought well, he wasn’t a soldier, but he took out a few. The man must have taken it as an insult, because he approached my father and threw off his cloak before extracting his sword. They fought, but it was obvious the man was better trained, stronger, and was toying with my father. He laughed before stabbing my father into the abdomen. My mother screamed and ran to my father trying to stop the bleeding. The man must have taken a liking to my mother because he grabbed her and kissed her. She scratched his face, marring it, he wrapped his fingers around her neck and threw her into our brick house. She hit her head and died instantly. I ran out going to her, crying. I… I…” Katarzyna screwed up her face trying to remember.
“It goes hazy after that. All I remember is a hand coming … then … black. Then the great floods returning again and running for my life, but I’ll never forget that before the hand came the man looked at me and yelled, ‘I conquer this all in my name: Aljeandro Kenyon the Second.’ So no I will not be your slave. I will not be the slave of the son who killed my parents!”
Ale nodded at the tale. It sounded just like his father and the gods forgive him he couldn’t let this girl go. The post stress was probably something his father had done and if he was a kind soul he would let her live in her empty temple in peace. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t do that. He walked towards her as she took steps backward her eyes darting for an escape. He pulled at her cloak watching it spool to the floor before slamming her into the wall and binding her hands. He had to have a way to unite her to him and what better way to claim a slave than to make her body yearn for his touch and only his touch. He placed her hands over a hook above her head. She opened her mouth to scream, but Alje pulled out a small ball gag and slipped it over her head.
Katarzyna could barely feel her feet on the ground. He had her too high up and the annoying part he was still taller than her. He grabbed a handful of her purple hair and tilted her head back. She groaned feeling the betrayal of her body as liquid heat pooled between her legs.
Alje pulled out a knife and Katarzyna pressed her body into it hoping to kill herself, but he relaxed the weight and shook his head. “This isn’t for killing you,” he taunted her. “This is so I can see what I have taken.” He slid the knife down her body and cut her shirt around the neck and down the body. He then simply tore the elastic at the skirt and it pooled at her feet along with the shirt. Katarzyna tried to move to cover herself, but it was useless.
Alje stared at her his pink eyes slowly darkening to red, making the blue contacts stand out even more, as he stared at her body. He reached between her legs and she watched his eyes darkened to red so quickly she thought he was half demon. He brought her honeyed liquid up to his lips and sucked it seductively before he unzipped his pants. All Katarzyna could hear was the cloth as it fell to the floor. She watched him slowly undress his muscles rippling in the fire and she knew she was doomed.
Katarzyna closed her eyes resisting to look at him or encourage him to do what he was about to do. He lifted up one of my legs and slid so smoothly into her that her eyes widen from the friction. She quickly closed them and let him pound into her hating her body for responding when she didn’t want to.
Alje stared at the bound girl and couldn’t believe how good she felt. He watched her with a small smile on his face. She was trying to show so much that she hated this, but her nipples were so hard, so juicy, almost like little black berries begging for his attention which he eagerly gave them. He slid them into his mouth and bit down a little before feeling a little rush of warmth and wetness. [i]Ah, so she liked that[/i].
Alje lifted both her legs, spreading them wide, her feet planted against the wall like she was going to jump off. He pounded hard into her grinding into her. Pulling his self out of her until his head was just at her opening then slamming it back into her making her back hit the wall. Alje was taking what she was giving then taking more and more.
“You can keep your eyes close and not move. You still feel unbelievable Katarzyna. You’re body responds so nicely to my touch and I can tell when you like something. Like when I pull your hair,” he demonstrated and felt that wetness rush around his shaft and as he pulled out he can feel her juice splash on his thighs and could feel it rush down her own legs. “like this and you become hotter and I can feel your juices slide around me.”
He put his hand on her clit and started rubbing it, pressing it hard, and watching her face. He could feel her body stiffen and then miraculously her pussy muscles clutched his cock and started milking it. Alje could feel her trying not to buck and jerk but her muscles started gripping his shaft and vibrating up and down it. He clenched his teeth and stopped moving riding out her pleasure.
Alje watched her try and breathe through the ball gag her chest rising and falling rapidly so fast he had to take the ball gag off her and he threw it behind him. Alje watched her breathe easier and lowered her from the hooks and onto the floor.
Katarzyna could feel his cloak, somehow, was under her cushioning her on the hard floor. Alje moved between her legs and put his head there tasting her sweet juices. Her hands still bound as her back arched off the floor at the touch of his tongue. He suckled and flicked his tongue against her clit making her cry out and clutch his shoulders. She was so close, so close, she couldn’t stop herself and rocked her hips against his face trying to seek pleasure.
“Whose are you?”
Katarzyna blinked at the question not believing he was asking something at this time. He slackened his motions and she felt her need, her orgasm, ebbing away. She bucked harder and harder trying to get that need back.
“Whose are you? Say it, mean it?”
Katarzyna couldn’t believe he would use her body against her. She wasn’t going to say it, but he started flicking, sucking her deeper into his mouth and she started to squirm against him. [i]I don’t need this. I’m stronger than the need to cum.[/i] He kept bringing her to the edge and backing away driving her crazy; making her feel as though she was going to go insane.
“Yours,” she screamed meaning every word of it.
“Say it?”
“I’m your slave now.”
He rose up and slid deep inside of her. He wrapped a hand around her throat gently cutting off a little of her air, heightening her pleasure. He drove deeper, harder, into her. It felt like he was slamming a piston into her, grinding deep into her wet pussy and she was loving every minute of it. She moaned loudly before her body tighten and then explode. Her body jerked, hips quivered as she came hard. Unable to stop himself Alje felt his balls scrunch up and the he was exploding deep inside her filling her up with his hot seed.
Her eyelids lowered and before long she was asleep. As Alje watched her sleep he knew for a fact she was a trained slave. What’s more he figured it was probably his father or one of the guards that did it. The only weird part was she didn’t know. He could tell just from the way her body responded. It was her subconscious that made it so easy for him to take her as his own. He wondered if he was any other man would she have been so easy. Would she still be so easy if another man was to come to her? That troubled him deeply and he exchanged those thoughts for one that was bit more interesting; she could see things others could not and she didn’t even know it.
Yes, Alje was going to keep her, train her in what HE like, and totally own her. He waved his hand and her cloak and it settled over them. He was a sorcerer and as they learn more about each other she’ll discover his secrets and he’ll discover her secrets. Hopefully, it won’t destroy them both.
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