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A beautiful stranger. (Mr Neo/cheerio)

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cheerio_cherry

Supernova
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Feb 9, 2010
Sallie had always been a sweet girl and when she was dropped off at a doorstep she stumbled her way to the door, kocking twice before she fell onto the steps, her knees sliced open by the concrete. Her eyes had slid closed and her blonde hair fell into her face, her white dress stained by the blood. Her tears had slithered down her cheeks and she lay still, sobbing bitterly.
 
David was sitting in his chair, a fire roaring in front of him, illuminating his face with an orange glow. He gazed into the flames and listened to the small cracks and pops of the coals, letting the light dance around the room. He stood up and put another log on the fire, watching the bark crack and sizzle. It was absolute bliss as he sipped a large cup of hot chocolate, letting the warmly lit room envelop his senses. He closed his eyes and let his brown hair flow in front of his glasses, stroking the fuzz on his chin softly. He was about half asleep when a sound disturbed him. He heard two knocks on the door and a small thud, and he turned around in his chair. Getting up and walking to the door he started thinking of who could possibly be at the door at around nine at night. He opened the door and noticed a young woman on the step, blood dripping from her knees, staining her dress, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh my!" he said, covering his mouth slightly. "You poor thing! What are you doing out here at this hour. Come, in, we need to get those knees cleaned." He lightly picked her up from the ground and took her hand, slowly leading her into the house. He brought her to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet, opening his mirror to take out some rubbing alcohol and cotton. He wet the cotton and leaned in to her, looking her in the eyes with compassion. "This may sting a bit," he said, softly dabbing the cotton to her knees. He dried the excess alcohol and placed bandages on her wounds and stood up, smiling at his handywork. "Now, come by the fire and I'll get you something warm to drink. Then you can tell me what a beautiful woman like you is doing out here".
 
Sallie had been shivering as he helped her up, taking her hand and leading her into the bathroom. She had sat down and watched him shyly from behind her hair, clearly quiet and traumatised. As he cleaned her wounds she had flinched painfully and whimpered, clearly hurt. His touch had been light as he stroked a bandage over each knee, her eyes showing the fear and pain she felt. She had let him lead her to the fire, settling by the fire, her eyes still showing fear as she looked up at him, still not speaking, shy and in enough pain that she was struck mute.
 
He looked down at her, seeing her stone face of pain and anguish and he walked over to her. He softly lifted her chin to speak to her, a smile coming across his face, his eyes filled with a sort of fatherly feel. He knelt down to her level and gazed into her eyes, trying to get her to open up a bit. "What would you like to eat? Or drink? Is there anything I can do for you?" He stood up and sat down in his chair, sipping his drink while keeping his eyes on her. She looked horrible, dirty, somewhat used. He cocked his head out of confusion and took her by the hand. He looked at her like she was a fragile piece of glass, that one should only handle with care. "Or perhaps a nice arm bath might make you feel better?" He smiled at her and sat back down in his chair.

"Ah, before anything though, just know my home is your home. Please help yourself to anything you'd like and don;t bother speaking to me until you feel you're ready to. You're a guest and I want to make you feel as comfortable as possible." He smiled at her and walked into his kitchen, getting some water boiling so he could fix her a cup of tea.
 
She had lowered her eyes, looking down at his hand over hers before she spoke. "Sir?" Her eyes came up now, her eyes slowly warming. "Do you not know who I am?" It was clear she was beginning to trust him as she spoke, a small blush coming to her cheeks, her hands still resting in her lap. "Did you not send for me?" Sallie was used to being trained and now, now she feared he didn't know who she was.
 
David walked back into the room with a cup of tea and a look of confusion. He handed the tea to her and looked deeply into her face, her voice angelic and beautiful. He covered his mouth slightly and stroked the hair on his chin, trying to figure out why this girl seemed familiar. Suddenly he realized "You're that.....ugh...'slave' I sent for. I'm sorry, but I hate that word. A slave basically means the person is no longer a person. I prefer the term 'pet'. That indicates you need to treat the person with respect and actually take care of them. I'd rather the people I send for retain their humanity." He handed the cup of tea to her, smiling at her as he continued speaking to her.

"So, would you like anything to eat, or a bath? I do want you to be as comfortable as possible." He smiled as he sipped his drink and watched the fire. He leaned in and watched the flames dance along the logs and papers, bright yellows and oranges enveloping the room. Her hair was illuminated beautifully because of it, and his eyes danced around her. "You look even more beautiful in person."
 
"Pet." The word was soft as she took her tea, sipping it carefully. As he adressed her she found she was smiling slightly. She liked him instinctively. "Once I finish my tea... would you mind if I took a bath?" She spoke softly, shyly indeed. As she took in his next words she found that she was blushing shyly. "Thank you sir." She looked down again and her hair fell into her eyes. She had shaken it back and taken another sip, looking nervous and shy, a little innocent and bashful.
 
He smiled at her and began warming up to her as she was warming up to him. He knew what the other people in this program did to their pets, and he felt disgusted by it. He knew that the person they sent for was still human, and he felt the need to make sure they knew that. He finished his drink and placed it in the sink in the kitchen, smiling at his new pet, liking the fact that she was warming up to him. He walked back out with a towel and a pair of pajamas and he tossed it over to her. "Go take a bath, hun. You look like it;d do some good for your soul right now." He smiled as he sat back into his chair and took out a television remote.

He flipped through the channels and stopped on Discovery, and episode of Mythbusters catching his eyes. He began watching intently, science and comedy melded beautifully together. He called to his new pet as she was walking away and sighed heavily. "My apologies, I'm David. And you are?"
 
She had been finishing her tea. Once she gave him the tea she had settled to wait, seemingly less scared. She had accepted the pajamas and towel before she made to leave, finding that she was smiling as she made to leave.

"Thank you."

As he called out to her she stopped and turned, looking back at him, blushing softly.

"Sallie... I'm Sallie."

She spoke softly, shyly, sloping away before she went to take a bath.

She had taken a bath quickly and dressed in the pajamas, well aware how small they were, the vest skintight enough to show off her slim frame, her shorts skintight enough that it showed her backside off nicely, her smile shy as she emerged, looking nervous as she spoke.

"I..."

She didn't know what to say and instead settled beside him on the sofa, finding herself shifting to lay her head in his lap.

"I'm sorry sir."

She sounded timid, her knees hurting all the same.
 
He continued watching his show, laughing at the antics of the folks on it until he heard a faint sound. he turned around to look at Sallie, her pajamas fitting her form tightly, showing off every curve of her body. He smiled at her as he eyed up and down her body, her gentle nature matching her subtle curves. Her hips protruded from her sides, her rear sticking out nicely in the shorts. He smiled into her eyes, knowing how much she had to endure to get here. He looked back to his show and sighed happily, leaning back on his couch as he relaxed. He heard her begin to speak and he sighed happily, her voice angelic.

He looked away from his show when he saw her standing in front of him, confusion and slight fear seemed to be filling her eyes. Her eagerness to sit with him surprised him a bit and he smiled over at her. He was even more surprised for laying her head on his lap and apologizing. He looked over at her with extreme confusion. He chuckled lightly as he stroked her hair softly. "What are you sorry for?"
 
"For being so late."

Her words came softly and she sighed quietly, relaxing under his gentle touch. Her eyes slid closed before she sighed again, feeling nervous but relaxed all the same. He was gentle and kind and she couldn't help but like it. He was gentle enough that she didn't want to move, which made it the first time she'd been relaxed around a man of any kind.

"I... I didn't expect to be here."

Her words faded and she spoke again, nervously but honest.

"I... I didn't know they meant to send me to you."

Her words came again now, a little more confidently.

"I trust you."
 
He smiled down at her, stroking the top of her head even more lightly, getting her to relax even more. He felt her body was still tense with nervousness and he wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible. He smiled lightly as he heard what she was saying, chuckling every so often as she spoke. "Yes, this agency I ordered you from does seem to think that we don't have a shred of humanity. All they want is a slave for their gratification. It's truly sickening. I actually try to get my girls back into shape and if they want to leave, they may do so whenever they wish. So long as that tattoo you have stays with you, they can't stop you from living your life because you're technically under my control. They can't do a thing." He smiled as he leaned down and softly pressed his lips to her forehead. "There have been three girls before you. They come to visit every now and then, but they left after a while after I helped them find a job and a new life. Because my brand is still tattooed onto them they're still mine. My orders were to live. That's all. If you'd like to do the same when you're ready you're welcome to."

"That and the girls never know who they're being sent to. It's sheer luck that you were sent to me. But rest assured, you'll love it here." He smiled down at her as she confessed her trust for him, making him blush lightly. "Well I'm glad you warmed up so quickly. Is there anything you'd like to do, my pet?"
 
The sound of him speaking made her smile and relax further, a sleep yawn escaping her as she nestled into his hand a little. "Thank you sir." She spoke softly and sweetly, feeling less scared by the moment. She liked it. Her sigh was soft before she spoke softly again, sounding both sleepy and shy. "I... I haven't slept." She sounded a little tearful. "I... They were horrible, I couldn't sleep... I... I didn't dare."
 
He nodded in understanding and stood up. "Yes, they are terrible people. I've been there for a tour once. Have you ever read Dante's Inferno? It was a bit like that, sounds of suffering all throughout the building. No one ever seemed happy except for the other potential buyers. I still find it amazing that the government hasn't caught on." He smiled at her as he extended a hand to her. "Allow me to show you to your quarters."

He led her out of the room and up a flight of stairs and they stopped at a dark mahogany door. "This is where you'll be staying. If you need anything, just ask." He opened the door to reveal a queen sized bed at the opposite end of the room with a closet door ajar on the right side. On the left there was a large dresser, packed with clothing for her to wear, both seductive and regular. To the left of the bed was a television set with a remote, and a small minifridge to the right. "I spent a lot of time on this room. Please, make yourself at home, my pet."

He softly kissed her on the forehead and whispered goodnight as he walked to his own quarters.
 
She had accepted his hand slowly, uncurling herself as she stood, aware she was smaller than him but not much minding. He seemed kind and sure of himself, nice all the time. As she entered the room she had looked around in awe, seemingly pleased to be there and loving the look of the place. Her panic returned as he left though. She had settled on the bed and curled into herself, hiding her face in her knees. The tears had come fast and she had cried bitterly for a while before she fell asleep. Exhaustion had robbed her of her last defence against nighmares.

The house had fallen silent after their doors had been closed. That silence was now broken by her terrifed screams. She was not awake and she was dreaming of where she had been living, her body had shaken painfully as she cried out, screaming out in fear several more times. Her sleep was never peaceful but this nightmare was the worst so far, the worst by far.
 
David was used to the screaming by now, knowing that these things happen. He walked into her room in her pajamas and walked next to her bed. He noticed her squirming and he became slightly worried, wondering what she could be dreaming about. He sighed and went back into his room and got more sleep, his own dreams haunted by the occasional scream. He woke up at around seven in the morning and he looked outside. Her door was still closed and he figured she was asleep. He walked downstairs and prepared his kitchen for her. He placed two plates down at the table and put a fresh rose in the vase.

He smiled as he turned the stove on, and he began singing jaunty showtunes as he poured batter into the pan in front of him. He let the batter bubble as he flipped it over, stacking pancakes onto her plate slowly but surely. He filled a glass with milk as he got the butter and syrup out and placed it onto the table. He smiled as he let six pancakes fil her plate and he began making some for himself.
 
She had remained panicked long enough that when she woke she was shivering. She moved quietly and slowly to get up, washing before getting changed and wondering how often she had cried out that last night. The sound of someone singing had made her smile and she headed down to the kitchen. The view of her new master singing and cooking had made her smile and giggle. She liked him enough already that it made her feel less panicked than before. "Do you always sing in the mornings sir?" Her words were soft and she sounded... husky. Her throat was hurting and she couldn't hide the slight wince of pain before she moved to get some milk, feeling the pain ease.

She made to watch him before she smiled at him slightly, noting the pile of six pancakes that he had clearly made for her. "Do you always find enough time to cook pancakes for your people too?" The question was timid but soft and sweet.
 
He smiled as he began eating his breakfast, her questions amusing him. "Yes, I enjoy singing when cooking breakfast. And I always try to cook for my pets. It's the least I can do for them really. So, it;s a new day," he said smiling as he finished his breakfast, looking over at her, "Is there anything you'd like to do?" He walked over to her and ruffled her hair gently before taking her empty plate from her. He washed them quickly and walked out of his back door into his backyard. It wasn;t anything special, just a fenced off yard with a small deck and chairs.

He sat down and looked out into the yard, the wind softly rustling the grass. He looked behind him and patted the chair next to him. "Come on out. I'd like to talk to you. I enjoy getting to know my pets."
 
She had smiled at his answers, feeling a lot more relaxed than she had done, strangely glad that he had not been with her that last night, not wanting to see him watching her fall apart. Her answer came slowly. "What do you mean?" She was not used to masters giving her a chance to choose what she wanted to do. She had watched him go all the same. When he called her out she had gone to him, willingly. His words had made it easy for her to answer. "What would you like to know?"

The question had been an easy one for her to ask, her natural interest coming clear.
 
He smiled and offered her a glass of water, ice softly chiming against the glass. He reached over at patted her head lightly, turning back to the clouds and gazing up at them. "Well, how did you get involved in the human trafficking business? You don't seem like some one to be drawn to that sort of thing." He looked over and rubbed his chin lightly, still thinking of something to talk about. "What exactly did they do to you there?" She seemed to be emotionally damaged, her psyche weakened.

He stood up and walked down the stairs and smiled as he walked into the backyard. He beckoned her down the yard and spoke softly. "It's okay, come relax. I do have a bit of a surprise for you."
 
"My family was poor sir... they sold me." She sounded shy and timid still even as she relaxed at his gentle pat, her silence clear as she sipped her water, thinking through her next answer, humiliation and pain clear as she revealled what they had done. "They beat us, as much as they could, they wanted to break us... I fought back." She was still silently sobbing. As he beckoned her into the yard she had followed timidly, reaching him and pausing there, looking nervous. "A... A surprise?" She sounded a little surprised.
 
He smiled as he led her to a shed, a dank looking building, its color drab and unappealing. "I know it loos bad from the outside, but just trust me." He opened it up and watched her reaction. There was a large round pool, bubbling over with hot tub jets, and the wals were lined with towels and bathing suits. He smiled as he walked into the male changing booth and directed her to the female one. He changed quickly, a black and red pair of swim trunks was the only thing he had on and he slowly slid into his hot tub and waited patiently.

"This is one of ym favorite ways to relax. I hope you like it, my pet." He smield as he splashed the water a little bit. Sinking into the water made him even more relaxed, and he slid enough so that his nos was just above the surface. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, his body like putty in toe relaxing state of the water.
 
She had trusted him as he asked, finding herself slightly gawking at the sights around her. The poolhouse was beautiful inside and outside no longer mattered once she was in here. She had moved willingly to the bathing house changing rooms, changing into a slightly tight but flattering black suimsuit with a white stripe down it. She had emerged to see him smiling and found herself smiling back. She liked him and trusted him already.

"I do." The words came easily as she followed him to the hot tub, slowly climbing in, looking a little shy but far less panicky or stressed than before. As he relaxed she found herself giggling a little at his sigh.
 
The warm water felt like heaven against his aching muscles, getting everything ready for a potential guest was certainly hard work. He let the warmth penetrate his skin and work its way deep into his body, a loud sigh escaping his mouth, creating a stream of bubbles at the surface of the water. He glanced over at her and took a hand out of the water, waving giddily and then placing it back beneath the surface.Closing his eyes, he smiled, thinking of what wonderful things this girl could do with her life.

"So, how are you enjoying your stay? I do hope everything is to your liking." He sat up and let his chest hit the cold air in the shed. "I know that they must have trained you for.....uhm....well....'other things'" he said with a certain tone, a slight smile growing across his face. The tone was both eager as well as apprehensive, not sure if it was too early to be asking such a question, considering the past his new pet has had.
 
"I'm very much enjoying the stay." She agreed, smiling shyly. As he spoke on she flushed richly. "Well, they tried... I... didn't let them get close enough to do that." Her eyes met his and she sighed softly, looking away and struggling not to blush. She didn't want to blush at all but she knew she had to. She looked back to him and spoke again sadly. "Sir... I... I'm a virgin." Her admittance was soft and she looked down and away, almost ashamed of her words. "I... I'd like you to... to be my first."
 
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