The Inheritance - Morlock & KatarineMeow

Heath was nervous that morning, it had been a few weeks since his father had died and they had the will reading, his father had left him the usual things, money and some heirlooms but there was something else that he had bequeathed him, something that made Heath feel rather odd and ill at ease.

You see slavery was still legal, not often practiced as most found it uncouth and against the very essence of human rights, although there were Slave Rights Groups who campaigned for it to be continued, yes, you heard right, these were Slaves who wished to continue their enslavement, their argument being that it was all they knew and that for generations their blood lines had been in bondage and that is how they lived, it was in other words their culture.

Heath wasn't sure that was really the right way to do handle the subject and he knew that as the years progressed there would be more and more Slaves leaving their culture, he was also unsure because as he read his Father's letter regarding this slave, he saw that she was still being trained not entirely broken yet.

Of course Heath was also turned on at the idea of owning a woman, but that repulsed him as well. His Father always called him soft and Heath knew he was a hard man but he had no idea he was a Slave owner either!

So he looked at himself in the mirror, 6ft 2 tall, blonde hair and blue eyes, he was fit and rugged, having spent a lot of time bush walking and mountain climbing, his muscles had a purpose not just for lifting weights and looking at himself in the mirror.

So, this was it he thought, she would be delivered soon, he wondered if she came in a cage or a box or if she would just turn up like an escort all gift wrapped and ready to please.

This was a whole new world for Heath and he would just have to take it as it came.

The young woman ran her fingers through her hair, watching it almost glow a golden color in the setting sun. The other half, not soaked in the sun, looked light red. Maybe a mix of strawberry blonde and red? Her skin was almost as white as snow, she was a stark contrast to the dark man driving the car. He glanced back at her every so often, his eyes smoldering in that way that men always looked at her. "May I help you?" She asked, an edge to her voice. The man scoffed and his dark eyes turned toward the road again. This pleased her.

The woman's blue eyes sat behind a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses, which she pushed back up her nose after speaking for the first time in the car. Her little black dress fell just above her knees, and it had a red silk bow sewn around and onto the waist area, the straps were red silk as well. It's not a dress she would choose for herself, though the man who'd had her before left her with only this dress at a friends home until now. She'd assumed the old pervert had sent for her, something she wasn't keen on.

She sighed loudly as they pulled up to the mansion. The dark man opened her door, and shut it after she slid out. Going around to the back of the car to grab her bags. She walked up to the front door and shivered. She didn't want to walk back in, but she had nowhere else to go. It was serve or be homeless for her.

She pulled a key from her cleavage, and slid it into the lock. She looked up at the huge place and frowned as she turned the key and pushed the doors open. Her hair grazed her shoulder as she pulled the key from the door and stepped through the threshold into the mammoth house. Her hair rested a few inches below her shoulders, as she stopped in her tracks. Looking at a younger version of the old man who'd been her caretaker for six months. Since she became of age to be sold off and used in whatever manner a man would want.

Heath stood at the top of the stair as he saw the black car drive up, he knew it was her and butterflies immediately started to dance inside his stomach, he had not felt this way since he lost his virginity, ironically the woman he lost it to was also a slave of sorts, hired by his father to seduce him in a night club, Heath didn't realize it was paid gig for her at the time, but later saw her photo in an online photo gallery of high priced hookers. He knew then that it would have been his father who arranged this, probably to "man up" his son, he could never work that out about his father as Heath didn't see himself as being effeminate in anyway, but obviously he still possessed too much sensitivity or awareness and his father wanted him to be much crueler.

He saw the woman leave the car as the dark driver opened the door for her and then sped off as soon as she had retrieved her bags from the boot, Heath wondered what he should do, he wanted to walk down and help her in, but she was a slave, was she a happy one, or would she rebel, he actually found himself hoping that she would rebel, that he could just let her go and that would be the end of this whole sordid affair.

The woman was blonde and wore black rimmed glasses and a black dress, she was sexy and yet looked like fabled girl next door, in fact this is what made her even sexier, he had been expecting some kind of siliconed bimbo type, he then heard the doors open, it seemed his father had given her a key, he took a breath and waited as he watched them open all the way and then he started to walk down the stairs.

As he walked down the stairs he was awe struck at just how beautiful this woman really was, he wanted to speak and yet found that the words failed him, his breath had left him, he looked down momentarily and then regaining his composure he made eye contact with her again and smiled.

"Hello, I am Heath, you must be...." he realized that he didn't know her name, "Well I don't actually know your name" he said smiling.