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Desires of the Heart {Marie and Russian}

Marie Massacre

Marie Massacre

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Katarzyna slowly began to wake up. The drugs finally wearing odd. Though she still couldn't see anything. She reached up. Feeling a tightly bound blind fold and a ball gag. She tried pulling at the ball gag only to be slapped. "Don't touch it!" Whispered a harsh voice. "Get up, it's your turn...." The man yanked her up onto her hands and knees. "Stay on your hands and knees you little slut...." Katarzyna whimpered as he dragged her to her hands and knees. Her slapped her ass, making her move, before nearly dragging her most of the way before she finally complied. Walking on her hands and knees. She knew she was nude. She could feel it.

"Lets go, you're going to get sold my little slut..." He growled. The auctioneer saw them in the waiting area. He nodded. "Now, the crowning jewel of our auction. A prize at seventeen years old. And, a virgin no less.... We will start the bidding at no less then 10,000 Euro.... And it will be worth it...." The man showing her turned her so her ass was facing the crowd. Placing a boot roughly on her upper back. Pushing her face onto the floor. Making Katarzyna cry out. The man spread her legs. So the soft, hairless lips of her nether regions were displayed.
 
Jonas was sitting around the middle of the room, though as the slaves got sold, the seats cleared out and he slowly moved up until the last one when he was sitting on the second row. He saw her being moved onto the stage, the showman bending her over with her ass out, like all the others. But she was hairless, literally not even a single hair showed on her nether regions as he let out a gasp. This caught his interest already as he remembered just how much money he had brought with him. He knew he would have to be somewhat lucky as he raised his sign. "10.000." He called out.

He was a rather wealthy, young man. Working as a high profile photographer for a magazine, he got to work with beautiful models, though his only downside was his girlfriend. She worked in PR for another magazine, and that meant he got pretty lonely when she was out for their shows. They lived together in the outskirts of town, almost a deserted area of big houses with lots of space and he had decided to get a slave, after having been trained properly by his grandfather to keep himself busy, of course unable to hide it once he got the girl home with him.
 
The bid kept raising. An older man, a wealthy doctor in the back raised the bid. "12,000," the older man said with a slight smirk. The man on stage kept the girl held down. Letting his fingers slide down to open her lips for the crowd. Parting them, playing with them. He would bring their little virgin slut to orgasm before he made her suck him on stage. He began playing with clit. Feeling her writhing and crying against the gag. He pushed his boot harder into her back. "Shut up!" He spat. Nearly brought her to orgasm before stopping. Pulling her up onto her knees, like her did every other slave for salve. There was always a demonstration. he undid the ball gag. Stroking her cheek before slapping her. And forcing her jaw open. Undoing his pants. His cock still hard from the last little slut up for auction. He slid into her mouth. "That's a good girl...." He whispered.
 
Hearing the bid, Jonas growled as he saw the man on stage doing the exact same thing as before. He knew he would have to be quick before she would be defiled too heavily as he had to grip the armrests of the chair to hold him back. He felt his heart sink with rage as he wanted to end it right there, go to the stage and knock the guy out. He lifted his number again, his eyes shining with anger. "20,000, if anyone goes higher, I will pay 50,000 in cash and she becomes mine now." He called out for the auctioneer, knowing no one would ever go that high for a virgin girl, not even if she was that pretty. Because the auctioneer had stuck himself into her mouth without her consent.
 
The auctioneer looked back at the man on stage. The man who was holding himself deep in the girl's throat. The pulled away. Pushing the little girl onto her stomach. "Get up," he said. Taking the girl into the back. Prepping her to be given to her new Master. "Wish I could've had more fun with you..." He said. Pulling on a cutsey, sexy little outfit. Putting the ball gag back in her mouth. Bringing her hand up, so he could finish. Having her stroke him. Katarzyna couldn't see, but she could feel him wrap her hand around his length. The auctioneer still on stage. Finishing the deal with Jonas. Not knowing what was going on backstage.
 
Jonas finished the deal, signing off a check since he didn't have to pay cash as he talked a bit with the auctioneer, letting him know he was expecting the best result or he would demand a refund if the slave was not a virgin when he got home. They both reached an agreement as he then moved out into the back, seeing his new slave with her hand around the man's cock, being forced to stroke it as he let out a growl deep in his throat. "Get your filthy, slimy cock off my slave, you son of a whore!" He roared, being extremely protective of his new property. "I did not remember allowing you to touch her! You are not here for your own pleasure so pull yourself together before I press charge at you for sexually assaulting my slave!" He roared out, not wanting to take anything bad happen to the girl.
 
Katarzyna felt him drop the girl. A man yeling and shouting. She scampered away. Still unable to see or speak. She pulled at the ball gag. Desperately trying to remove it. Her body only somewhat covered. A cute little stripper's outfit. The pulled at the ball gag, only making it tighter. Closeing her eyes tightly. Tears starting to fall down her cheeks.
 
The auctioneer was there in a moment, taking care of his co-worker while scolding him loudly on the way out, leaving Jonas with his slave. He saw her struggle against the ball gag as he moved over to her, pulling a simple collar and leash out of his jacket as he slipped it around her neck. "Don't fight it." He told her calmly, relaxed and in an assuring tone as he pulled her along with him. "I won't hurt you if you do as I say." He added, feeling a bit of resistance in her still as he dragged her after him to leave the room and building so he could get home with her. He didn't want to get home later than his girlfriend.
 
Katarzyna finally gave him. Hearing his voice beign reassuring. She continued following him. Walking on her hands and knees. Scared out of her mind. After all, the poor thing was only 17. She made it to his car. She was whimpering a bit in fear around the ball gag. What her new Master didn't know was that the poor thing had been taken from her home in Poland. And she spoke not a word of English or any other language.
 
Jonas moved her out into the garage to his car with him as he smirked. He then opened the rear to the SUV, opening the cage inside right after as he pulled her up into it, closing it and removing the ball gag a moment later. "If you scream, or do anything that I don't want, I will give you one warning then I will punish you." He informed her, not caring if she understood him or not before he closed the rear and got into the car.

A moment later, they were on the road, heading to his home. He stopped only briefly to get himself some food in a drive-thru before he continued through the town. Once he was back there, he was relieved to see his girlfriend wasn't home yet as he parked the car and got out, getting his new slave. "Come." He ordered her, moving towards the main door while dragging her in her leash.
 
Katarzyna followed. Not understanding what he was saying. But she'd follow none the less. Not wanting him to hurt her like the other man had. After all, her pale cheek was bruised from the abuse. Wishing she knew what he was saying. She feeling the gravel on her hands and knees it made her whimper a bit in pain. But she would deal with.
 
He unlocked the door, getting inside as he kicked his shoes off and removed his jacket. "Strip." He told her, wanting her to get rid of those filthy clothes she had been given. He didn't find them worthy enough for her, in fact, he wouldn't find any clothes worthy enough to keep her young body covered with, as the 30 year old male moved into the livingroom, finding his laptop before he sat in his chair, expecting her to join him.
 
Katarzyna removed the blindfold, as well as the clothes. Following him. Laying down as his feet. They had somewhat trained her. Enough to know what was to be expected. She Waited to hear what he wanted. Her eyes somewhat teary. No sure what to think. Being ripped from her home, from her family. And being sold as a slave. She laid there, unsure what to do.
 
The first thing Jonas did was finding an online translator. He knew from the auctioneer where she was from as he typed in some stuff in Polish. His first question was if she understood english, as he turned his laptop, holding it down for her to read it directly off the screen. He wasn't going to waste much time trying to get her to obey him in English if it didn't work.
 
Katarzyna saw him turn the screen. Looking up at it. Reading the Polish words. She shook her head. She spoke not a word of English, and she knew it. Looking up at the young man. Not sure if her knew Polish, assuming he didn't as he'd had to use the computer.
 
Nodding, Jonas sighed. He then typed in that he would have to teach her, and showed it to her after before he turned it off, patting his left leg as he got up, moving to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He knew he didn't have too much time before his girlfriend was home as he watched her. "Come." He said, putting the glass down before he went to the Master bedroom, pulling out a box for her. "Work clothes." He told her calmly before he pushed it into the corner. "Come." He said, moving into his office.
 
Katarzyna took in the sights of the home. It was beautiful. The man obviously had money. She saw the box, it had clothes in it, which she assumed he wanted her to wear. She followed him to the office. A bit confused, but she didn't mind the confusion. He didn't scare her, being away did. He seemed friendly. She laid at his feet in his office, she wondered if she was supposed to please him. But he would tell her to if he wanted it she supposed. Sighing softly.
 
Jonas moved into his office, sitting down in his chair as he felt her lying by his feet. He moved one foot softly up over her side, rubbing it as he pulled out a few letters he had gotten in the mail. It was his usual work descriptions as he hummed for himself. It didn't seem like he had much focus on her there, but he was fully aware of her presence as he suddenly leaned back in the chair, sighing softly. "I guess I should start now." He muttered for himself as he spread his legs, looking down at her. "Come." He said, patting on his inner thigh, wanting her to sit up. A bulge already showing in his pants.
 
Katarzyna didn't mind him not really paying that much attention to her. But when he did she looked up. Seeing him patting his thigh, a bulge evident in his pants that made her blush badly. She moved up into his lap. Feeling the bulge now, making her blush even more red. Looking away. She couldn't even look at him. Feeling something like that was so new to her. She had been home schooled through out her child hood. So she didn't associate with boys much.
 
Having her sitting in his lap, Jonas smirked, putting a hand to her cheek. "You're gorgeous." He told her, keeping it in English, though knowing she probably wouldn't understand much as he took her hand with his other hand, moving them to his pants. "Unzip." He said, guiding her fingers to the zipper, unzipping his pants before he helped her hand inside, closing her fingers around his length. "Stroke and pull." He told her, patiently, teaching her the commands he would be using as he helped her stroke him while pulling his length out of his pants.
 
Katarzyna looked at him, hearing the words, but unknowing of what they meant. She felt him take her hand. Moving it to his pants she blushed. As he guided her hand to unzip his zipper, feeling him wrap her hand around his length made her blush a little more heavily. Wanting to pull back, to cover her face. But she knew better. That would get her punished. She felt him help her stroke and pull his length from his pants. Blushing at the sight, he had a very nice cock. Much nicer then that man at the auction.
 
Jonas took great care in keeping himself clean, keeping high hygeine as he noticed the blush. "Stroke, understand?" He asked, looking at her as he turned her eyes to look into his, only expecting her to nod if she understood as he kept helping her stroking his length. He was being patient, calm and collected about it, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against his length.
 
Katarzyna bit her lip, she understood that what 'stroke' meant now. She gave a slight nod, showing that she understood. She didn't fully understand, but she understood enough to know that what he was having her do was 'stroke'. As she continued to stroke him she simply enjoyed that he was at least being good to her, not hurting her like that man at the auction had.
 
Jonas soon noticed her understanding him, making his heart leap with joy. She was getting better as he slowly let go of her hand, feeling her stroking him. He moved his other hand to her cheek, looking down into her eyes. "Good." He told her calmly, knowing he'd be trying to teach her a lot of English in the future, especially with how much he'd be using her, for more than just sex.
 
Katarzyna kept stroking him. She assumed 'good' meant she was doing well. So she kept it up. Working her fingers up and down his length. Even though with her petite little hands, they were barely able to wrap around him. Since he was fairly well endowed. She didn't speak much, since it would all be in Polish and she knew he wouldn't understand a word she had to say. She wanted to tell him her story, what had happened. That the men who had auctioned her off had kidnapped her. Taken her from her home....
 
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