Renya...Futa sex-slave.

Story by Lpariah

*sighs* Okay... This story is something I wrote...well Wrote isn't the word I would have used so much as; it was an RP from many years back that my ex-partner and I turned into a little bedroom game and I wrote some chapters of a story for randomly when I was bored. I just found them and I've gathered the courage to post what I can of them. Some of them are based on the RP, some are based on bedroom antics, and some a purely created on the fly. I love to write...even if in my own opinion I can't do it very well... so there are bound to be mistakes, English is my second language as I've said in previous story posts, so be kind but be truthful in replies... I'll post all the chapters in a few posts, I'll take advice I got and make bigger font. There will be a few, well a lot, of plot holes because none of the chapters were written in the same month and often not even in the same year, so bear with that if you can manage.

Chapter 1: Of being sold…

Renya couldn’t believe how things had come to this. She was sitting now in on a cot in a white room not unlike a doctor’s office. She was currently alone in the room, it’s simple unadorned white walls lacking even a single window felt somehow oppressive to her. And why wouldn’t it? She had just been bought as a slave.

She didn’t really want to remember how she has been paraded before many prospective buyers, hundreds of men and a few women too, they leered at her as she stood before them. They began shouting out amounts, each larger than the last until finally the auctioneer yelled sold. Renya had be very embarrassed and ashamed, she held back tears during the whole event, she didn’t even know who had finally ended up buying her life, that worried her greatly. There were horror stories about slave market buyers that were little more than cannibals buying slave to make into a meal. She deeply hoped that would not be the case with her.

She had be quickly transported in a windowless carriage, during the trip she continued to hit tears and her own imagination. She kept having frightening thoughts, of whips, of chains and of brutal, painful, humiliating sex. She knew that most women bought as slave ended up as sex toys, she didn’t really fear that, sex feels very good to her and if it was just normal sex, maybe with some blowjobs thrown in she could manage. But like many young woman she had heard all the stories; beatings, anal sex (the thought had always scared but aroused her but she had never tried it out of embarrassment), and of coursed the bondage. Being tied down is frightening for anyone.

The carriage stopped. She felt a sudden flash of fear and adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster. Boots feet walking on cobblestones could be heard somewhere outside, they were coming towards the single locked door. Heart beating faster and faster with which heavy booted step she began to bite back sobs of terror, this was it she had arrived at her master’s home, she would never again see the outside and it was all because of her flighty, spendthrift mother.

The door opened suddenly and there was a large, hairy, smelly man standing there looking in on her. She was crying now, tears rolling down her checks, if this man was to be her master she couldn’t take it. He had an ugly full beard with bits of food stuck in it, he was balding and he the eyes of a drunken sailor all perverted stares and quick furtive glances. He quickly reached into the carriage and took hold of Renya’s right wrist, she shrieked a little when he did, and pull her roughly from the carriage.

She saw only a metal gate with a simple of a hyena on it; it could have been any type of straggly dog however. Then she saw only blackness. A black, silk hood had been thrown over her head. She was dragged forward; she heard heavy metallic sounds as the gate ponderously opened. She hardly remembers anything else from that point forward, but the one thing she will never forget, not ever even if she should live a hundred million years was the harsh, heavy, grievous slam of the gates behind her. She sobbed under her hood, there had never been any escape but that was the period at the end of her sentence to slavery.

She was thrown into this white, doctor’s office like room, sometime after she was pulled through those gates and here she has been for what seemed like ages. A large ugly man had told her to sit on the cot and wait, he then turned and slammed the door hard and locked it from the other side. Renya finished her sobbing in the long minutes that passed and finally she regained her senses enough to flop down on the cot and wait.

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