Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Slave and master ❯ Chapter 1 - meetings ( Chapter 1 )
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By: sex_kitten101 
Our master and his slave meet for the first time
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2011 | Updated On: 02.03.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
Our master and his slave meet for the first time
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2011 | Updated On: 02.03.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
Chapter 1
He sat at his desk, signing some documents. His cobalt blue eyes looked at the reflection of himself in window across from him. Mikes fine black hair had been pushed forward covering his left eye. He wore a dark blue button up shirt, and a pair of black trousers. Periodically he would stand up and pace about his study, patience was a virtue he had never acquired. His eyes darted to the window for a moment seeing a simple wooden carriage just pulling into the front courtyard. A smirk passed across his lips, knowing what was inside of the wooden vehicle. Mike moved closer to the window and watched intently as two figures stepped out of the carriage. An old balding man, who was of no interest to him, and a young innocent looking girl. He growled under his breath as he watched the slaver grabbing the girl roughly by the arm and pulling her towards the front doors. She wasn't his property yet, but at the same time Mike didn't like anyone touching his things. He stepped back once he heard the loud knock upon the door echo throughout the halls. Immediately he went to his desk and started to put the documents away.
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She watched through the window of the carriage as they passed through the English country side. Memories of being a child and being taken to the farm long ago had once plagued her mind. But now they had been forgotten, and replaced with memories of not being wanted. A middle aged balding man, sat across from her. He held her chain leash tight in case this one might try to escape. But she never did. The young slave once had many chances to escape, but never took advantage of them.
"Now remember" the old man said, jerking at her chain to get her attention. "If you are returned to me this time, I will have no choice but to put you down." He referred to all of his merchandise as animals that should be killed if they have no use. If he wasn't going to make money off of her, then he might as well kill her.
"Yes sir" She said looking down at her shoes. There was fear in her voice; she had given up hope of being kept. But at the same time she feared death.
Soon the carriage came to a stop, and the driver had come to open the door. Her eyes quickly surveyed the outside of the building. Its size was larger then what she was used to. Her past masters had owned small farmhouses. But none of which compared to this. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone watching them from a window on the second floor. Quickly her eyes looked away, and towards the ground. The slaver grabbed her arm pulling her towards the entrance. She closed her eyes for a moment praying that the fate that was beyond those doors was favourable. A servant let them in and bid them to wait in the foyer for his master.
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He heard a knock at his study's door "Enter" he said putting away a file in his desk. Looking up as his servant entered "Yes what is it Dimitri?" he asked knowing what it was already
"There's a Mr. Locke, here to see you" The servant said "Good, thank-you...you may go back to your duties" Mike said heading to the doorway with a sac of coins in his hand. Slowly he walked down the stairs to greet his new toy.
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She stood there waiting with the seller, for her new master to greet them. This was probably her fifth master. The others had only kept her for about a week or two before sending her back. They had all enjoyed what she’d do to them but...they either couldn't afford to keep her or didn't enjoy parting with their money for too long. And every time she was sent back to the seller, who would beat her for causing him to lose his commission.
The young slave had lived on the seller’s farm for as long as she could remember. Like the other girls he had sold, she was raised to be nothing more than a toy; to do whatever her master wanted. Her beauty resembled that of a dolls, to those who had gazed upon her she looked so innocent and pure. Her pale skin gave evidence that she had never been outside long enough for the sunlight to touch her skin. Her light blue eyes looked to the floor patiently. Her long blonde hair hung over the shoulders of her dark red gown. It hung lightly over her frail form. It looked as if she had not eaten in days. It was a miracle that any of the girls on the seller’s farm didn't die from starvation. They were only fed two small meals a day. And the slaves about to be sold weren't allowed to eat anything at all the day before. The young girl struggled to keep herself from passing out. She didn't even have a name. Her master would choose a name for her, if she stayed with one for long enough.
She could hear the footsteps of her new master approach. The bald man tugged at the chain that connected to the leather collar around her neck, to get her attention. She looked up not making eye contact and forced a shy smile. "Tis a pleasure to meet you master. I hope that I can be of a service to you” with a small curtsy lowering her head to the floor. This was a routine that she had memorized long ago.
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His cobalt blue eyes wandered over, his face held and emotionless expression. He was the Lord of Roan, and owned all the land within a 60 mile radius. He gave the seller the sac of coins, with a look of obvious disgust for the man.
"Thank-you Lord Michael, you will not be disappointed" he said as he handed over her chain, giving the girl one last threatening look as if her were saying "If you come back again this time you know what will happen."
He sat at his desk, signing some documents. His cobalt blue eyes looked at the reflection of himself in window across from him. Mikes fine black hair had been pushed forward covering his left eye. He wore a dark blue button up shirt, and a pair of black trousers. Periodically he would stand up and pace about his study, patience was a virtue he had never acquired. His eyes darted to the window for a moment seeing a simple wooden carriage just pulling into the front courtyard. A smirk passed across his lips, knowing what was inside of the wooden vehicle. Mike moved closer to the window and watched intently as two figures stepped out of the carriage. An old balding man, who was of no interest to him, and a young innocent looking girl. He growled under his breath as he watched the slaver grabbing the girl roughly by the arm and pulling her towards the front doors. She wasn't his property yet, but at the same time Mike didn't like anyone touching his things. He stepped back once he heard the loud knock upon the door echo throughout the halls. Immediately he went to his desk and started to put the documents away.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------
She watched through the window of the carriage as they passed through the English country side. Memories of being a child and being taken to the farm long ago had once plagued her mind. But now they had been forgotten, and replaced with memories of not being wanted. A middle aged balding man, sat across from her. He held her chain leash tight in case this one might try to escape. But she never did. The young slave once had many chances to escape, but never took advantage of them.
"Now remember" the old man said, jerking at her chain to get her attention. "If you are returned to me this time, I will have no choice but to put you down." He referred to all of his merchandise as animals that should be killed if they have no use. If he wasn't going to make money off of her, then he might as well kill her.
"Yes sir" She said looking down at her shoes. There was fear in her voice; she had given up hope of being kept. But at the same time she feared death.
Soon the carriage came to a stop, and the driver had come to open the door. Her eyes quickly surveyed the outside of the building. Its size was larger then what she was used to. Her past masters had owned small farmhouses. But none of which compared to this. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone watching them from a window on the second floor. Quickly her eyes looked away, and towards the ground. The slaver grabbed her arm pulling her towards the entrance. She closed her eyes for a moment praying that the fate that was beyond those doors was favourable. A servant let them in and bid them to wait in the foyer for his master.
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He heard a knock at his study's door "Enter" he said putting away a file in his desk. Looking up as his servant entered "Yes what is it Dimitri?" he asked knowing what it was already
"There's a Mr. Locke, here to see you" The servant said "Good, thank-you...you may go back to your duties" Mike said heading to the doorway with a sac of coins in his hand. Slowly he walked down the stairs to greet his new toy.
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She stood there waiting with the seller, for her new master to greet them. This was probably her fifth master. The others had only kept her for about a week or two before sending her back. They had all enjoyed what she’d do to them but...they either couldn't afford to keep her or didn't enjoy parting with their money for too long. And every time she was sent back to the seller, who would beat her for causing him to lose his commission.
The young slave had lived on the seller’s farm for as long as she could remember. Like the other girls he had sold, she was raised to be nothing more than a toy; to do whatever her master wanted. Her beauty resembled that of a dolls, to those who had gazed upon her she looked so innocent and pure. Her pale skin gave evidence that she had never been outside long enough for the sunlight to touch her skin. Her light blue eyes looked to the floor patiently. Her long blonde hair hung over the shoulders of her dark red gown. It hung lightly over her frail form. It looked as if she had not eaten in days. It was a miracle that any of the girls on the seller’s farm didn't die from starvation. They were only fed two small meals a day. And the slaves about to be sold weren't allowed to eat anything at all the day before. The young girl struggled to keep herself from passing out. She didn't even have a name. Her master would choose a name for her, if she stayed with one for long enough.
She could hear the footsteps of her new master approach. The bald man tugged at the chain that connected to the leather collar around her neck, to get her attention. She looked up not making eye contact and forced a shy smile. "Tis a pleasure to meet you master. I hope that I can be of a service to you” with a small curtsy lowering her head to the floor. This was a routine that she had memorized long ago.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------
His cobalt blue eyes wandered over, his face held and emotionless expression. He was the Lord of Roan, and owned all the land within a 60 mile radius. He gave the seller the sac of coins, with a look of obvious disgust for the man.
"Thank-you Lord Michael, you will not be disappointed" he said as he handed over her chain, giving the girl one last threatening look as if her were saying "If you come back again this time you know what will happen."