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Sold As Daddy's Payment. (Alexandria94 & Master_Germish)

Alexandria94

Supernova
Joined
Feb 24, 2013
Location
New York, New York
It was only the second day of Morgan's summer vacation when her dad said he needed an errand ran for him. Of course she didn't mind, but all she wanted to do was relax. When Morgan asked her dad what he needed all he said was to meet someone at the corner of fifth and twenty second street. This sounded odd to her of course, but since it was her daddy she decided not to ask any questions as she grabbed the keys and after slipping on her old converse she went out to the car and shut the door.
She thought it was also weird that the request was made at nearly midnight, on a Saturday when almost everyone would likely be out partying. Morgan started the car and drove out to where she had to pick up the mysterious package, and once she got there she just sat in the car, waiting. It took a few minutes before another car showed up at the end of the small street, she thought it a little strange that the two men didn't carry anything as they stepped out of their car and stood at the edge of the hood.
Figuring it was her turn to get out, she slowly opened the car door and slid out, wishing she had worn something other than her shorts and a plain t-shirt, because even though it was summer, the night time still a little chilly. She walked out to the hood and slowly said; "I'm here for my dad..." Morgan barely had time to think as the two men rushed forward and with one behind overpowering her, the other slipped a rag with chloroform over her mouth and nose, within seconds she was unconscious.
When Morgan woke up she was in a tiny room and her head was pounding. She tried to think it through quickly, but once the men who had taken her found out she was awake she was quickly put in a cage, which was then drawn up to a stage. There were many other girls around her, some with clothing and some not, and they all had the dreaded look on their face that she had on hers.
There were so many men, all in fancy suits, in the large room she was in and she worried she would be with one of them soon. A thought that made her stomach ache and her heartbeat raise.
 
Kale Rosenthall had set his last slave free. He was kind and usually only kept them until they were in their mid thirties and he inherited the last girl from his father. She was already thirty-three when he got her for his eighteenth birthday. So he was only twenty, but his dad had set him up with a huge sum of money from his business and Kale had invested it wisely, which allowed him the freedom to buy another girl. He wanted a young one, one closer to his age, one he could keep and train to be just the way he wanted. His eyes wandered over the women in the cages and he saw one sitting there in a simple outfit, shoes still on. It was clear she was kidnapped, but he did not care. She was sold nonetheless, this auction was only legally owned girls. Granted how they became sold was probably illegal, but it helped him justify it. So he took his seat and let the bidding begin. He remained quiet the entire time and when the girl before the one he wanted went on the block he called an usher over and whispered something into his ear and the usher looked shock, but walked away. Finally when Morgan went on the block the usher walked up and whispered into the auctioneers ear and the auctioneer choked but caught his breath and said. "A bidder has entered a starting bid of five hundred million dollars." He took a deep breath and looked around and then said. "Sold!" Morgan's cage was moved into the holding area and Kale stood up and walked back there. He smiled at her and said. "Hello..." He looked at the name plate on her cage, "Morgan. I'm Kale." He said as he looked over her slowly. It was clear he was undressing her with his eyes.
 
The auction made Morgan nervous, very nervous. She didn't like that there were so many girls here, but the men's numbers had probably tripled that easily. She hated that she had to sit there, in the agonizingly slow auction, until sure enough, someone bought her. After her cage was moved to the holding area she watched as an incredibly handsome man walked up to her cage. A part of her wished he was ugly, but a different part of her was glad he wasn't. She could feel her face getting red as he introduced himself. She tugged on her long brown hair and just watched him with curiosity. Her breath hitched when she noticed how his eyes traveled over her, she didn't like it, probably disliked it as much as she did because she was a virgin. Even with the expensive suit on she could easily see the outlines of his muscles and instantly knew, what this man wanted, this man got.
 
"Ah come on, I don't know what you think I'm going to do to you, but trust me. Your going to enjoy it just as much as i do." He leaned in and said. "I'll tell you a secret. I don't use a whip. I rarely use pain." He said with a soft smile and said. "Now let's start again." He turned around walked three paces from the cage, turned around and walked back over to her and smiled and said. "Hello Morgan, I'm Kale." He reached into her cage and offered her his hand. He was going to win over this shy thing with friendship and love. He would teach her to love the rough sex he enjoyed and the brutal treatment he would inevitable give her. He looked over her and gave her a smile, when she didn't shake his hand he said. "If I let you out of the cage, will you run? If you do, you'll be tranquilized and I might have to use a whip on you. So don't run." He looked over her once more and unhinged her cage with the key he was just handed and offered his hand out once more.
 
This man made her nervous and she didn't like it. She felt like she might not be able to trust herself around him, and she wished he would be rougher so she could hate him more but it didn't look like that was going to happen. Morgan knew that coming out of the cage and actually meeting him officially was inevitable, so she slowly took his hand after eye-balling it some more. It was so warm, and a lot softer than she had expected it to be. Silently wishing she had more clothing on her long legs she stood up in front of him. She was very timid and her heart ached from the situation she was in. Looking up at him, she tried to blink back the tears that were forming but knew that he had seen them before they fully disappeared.
 
Kale gave her a gentle smile as she looked so scared and he was glad she came out of the cage and he saw her tears and he frowned. "Don't cry little one. I'm not like the others. I won't touch you until your ready. You will decide when, but know that if you take too long I will decide how and when. That way will hurt." He spoke matter of fact with her and he just turned and said. "Follow me, do not run. I may look slow, but I promise you, you run and your life will hurt." He warned in such a strangely casual voice it was hard to tell if he was serious or not. But he continued to walk out of the holding area, his new slave in hand and he walked over to his car. A brand new ferrari and he looked over to her and said. "Can you drive kid?" He asked as he wanted to let her have a bit of fun. He was going to win her over with something more than the rough brutal treatment most masters went for. That was good for the quick break, fuck, and kill. But he played for the long game, this slave needed to genuinely love him in five years, not be an empty shell.
 
Kale was starting to make her mind hurt with all the kindness he was giving to her. She wasn't used to it, not even from her own family and it made her a little sad. She really didn't want to cry in front of him, but what else was she supposed to do in her situation. She held onto his hand tighter than she probably should have while he was walking her out, she didn't like that way the other men stared at her. She also hated that she was starting to depend on this man, as much as she didn't want to. After walking out, Morgan bit her lip when he asked about her driving, she could, but with how her body felt right now, she would probably crash them. Looking up at him, she stated. "I can, but uhm, I would rather not." She bit her bottom lip harder and moved silently from foot to foot, unnerved by his gaze.
 
Kale heard her and shook his head as he said. "Kid, you just passed up the chance to drive a ferrari, but okay. Maybe another time." He opened the passenger door and helped her in. He closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver side and slid in as he looked at her and said. "What are your measurements?" He asked as he was curious as to if he had anything that fit her. He knew it was a very rude and invasive question but it needed to be asked. That was the only question he asked as he drove them to his large mansion located in a suburb outside town. He pulled up to the large doors and smiled at her once more. "Welcome home, Morgan. Again, don't be silly, I want to treat you nice." He said as he got out and opened her door, took her hand and walked her into the home. So, do you want a tour, or do you want to just sit back and relax?" He asked as he continued to hold her hand.
 
While they rode, she didn't really like the silence, but once the silence was broken she didn't like what broke it. Morgan took in a deep breath and told him quickly before her face flamed up too much. " I'm 34 chest, 25 waist and 36 hips. All of those are in inches." She wondered what living with him would be like, so far she hadn't seen any reason to run, or mistrust him. She knew that it would have been worse had any other gotten their hands on her. When they got to his home and he led her inside she didn't know why, but she didn't immediately pull her hand out of his. "It doesn't matter to me what we do." And when she realized how he could have taken that she turned quickly to him pulling her hand out of his grasp and put both over her mouth. "I mean -uhm- that is reasonable, and -uh- sensible." Her face was turned bright crimson and she had quite the shocked look on her face.
 
He laughed as she pulled her hand out quickly and corrected herself. He turned to her and said. "I didn't take it like that at all, but apparently I know where your mind is." He teased her as he took her by the waist and said. "Calm down, I said you can decide when that part of your servitude starts and I will honor that, but I want you to look over the clothes I have. See if you like any of them or if they fit you." He said as he lead her up stair and down one of the main hallways before stopping quite a few doors down and turning the handle, revealing a huge room filled to the brim with women's clothing, underwear, and accessories. It was like a modern day store, but he owned it all and she could wear and use any of it as long as she behaved. He held her and leaned in close to her ear and said. "Go have fun, but understand this is a huge privelege and can be taken away." He said as he let go of her waist and gave her tight butt a playful spank as a sign to get going. "I'll be right here if you have anything you want to show me." He said and sat down in the only chair in the entire room.
 
Morgan yelped playfully and turned to give him a glare, also playful, before disappearing into the huge waves of clothing. Pretending she was actually looking she made her way to the back and silently leaned against the wall, she wondered why a guy as handsome as Kale bought her. It was obvious he had a lot of money, so why did he buy her. She knew she could have ended up in much worse place so she decided to make sure Kale knew she was thankful that she was here and not there. Moving through the clothes she eventually found a red, short, sequined dress, with only one arm. She thought that even though she was technically his 'slave' she didn't have to look like one. She slipped it on and found some black stilettos to accompany it.
She knew the red dress set off her green eyes, and was grateful that her hair was thick and long enough to go over her breasts, but it didn't help that the push up bra in the dress had her left breast showing on the side with no sleeve. With her shoulders back and her head up high she walked back out to where he was sitting. "Is this decent enough?" She asked him as she watched him with careful eyes, making sure to evaluate his response carefully.
 
Kale sat there for what seemed like an eternity as he let the girl run around and do her thing. He heard some rustling and then silence. As he listened he heard the signature clack of high heels walking. When she appeared his eyes glanced at her and then a very slow smile grew across his face as his eyes went down to her shoes and then slowly crawled there way up her body and to her own eyes. He locked them and said. "Spin slowly for me. Let me see how that fits." He demanded as he looked into her eyes still. He waited until she broke eye contact and then he resumed the calculated glance over her body. He put his hands behind her back as she spun slowly and he watched her closely and was overall pleased with her choice and he said. "You look incredible. Though, we aren't going out tonight, so I don't know if you want to change into something more comfortable or if you just want to stay in that. Either way. You did good." He said as he stepped close to her, his hand wrapping around her hips and he pulled her in close and gave her a soft smile and a gentle kiss on her forehead before waiting for her to reply. She was pressed firmly against him, their bodies flush as his hand gripped her hip with confidence. He knew he had this girl and could do as he pleased. There was no need to play the game. Any game that was played was a game he allowed for the sake of her sanity.
 
When Kale told her that she looked good in the dress and stepped so close to her when he kissed her on the forehead she knew he would be able to feel her heartbeat because of how closely they were standing. She gripped the sides of his no doubt expensive suit and looked up at him, knowing her face was probably as flushed red as her dress. Morgan told him, "Thank you for buying me, I know I could have ended up somewhere much much worse, and even though I am technically your slave, you are kind to me" and handsome her mind added, "so I will try my best to become accustomed with you, so that -uhm- nothing unnecessary is needed, and as for the clothing I would rather change into something more comfortable. I'll be back." Morgan said to him and weaved herself back into the huge mass of clothes.
More quickly this time she found a pair of regular grey high-top converse and regular straight-legged black sweatpants. For a bra she got a simple black one and as for shirt she found a tank top that was light purple and knowing it would be comfortable because it flowed she quickly put it on, not worrying about panties, she hated them and didn't want to wear them. Taking another deep breath she walked back out to meet him for the second time, hoping her blush had gone away.
 
Kale saw the red flow into her cheeks as she spoke after the light kiss on her forehead and he knew she was enjoying his company and he said. "Your welcome, my girl. Now go get comfortable." He released her and let her run off into the mass of clothing and stood there. He gave a slight frown when she returned in sweatpants and a tanktop. He did not mind her top, but the pants he did not like. He saw she was still a little red and he said. "Morgan, no. Will you at least let me see most of your legs?" He teased her as he gave her a playful yet clearly sexual wink at her and waited for her to return. He didn't feel like waiting and he said. "When your changed, come find me in the kitchen." He commanded as he turned and left the room. Kale walked down the hall and downstairs as he entered the kitchen and began looking to see if there was anything he could cook.
 
Morgan bit her lip when he told her that the pants wouldn't do. She didn't want to displease him because so far she liked him and she enjoyed his company, even if he did make her so nervous. By the time Kale told her he would be in the kitchen she already had her pants off, and she groaned because she had no idea where the kitchen was, their small tour hadn't included that and she didn't know if she could find it right away. Since he wanted to see most of her legs she put on a pair of yoga shorts that she found, they ended right below the curve of her ass and she knew he would like these better, even though they made her feel uncomfortable. Her other shorts were longer than these and because of that he would be able to see the scars high up on her inner thighs if he looked closely enough, they were deep red and she was ashamed of them. She hoped he wouldn't, but she knew he would.
Moving out of the dressing room, she tried to forget about that and tried to think of where she would find a kitchen. It took her a few minutes, she went up countless corridors, many hallways and just when she was rounding another corner she starting to give up and cuss. "Kale, where is this fuc-" She saw Kale standing there in the kitchen, searching for food. "Oh Hi." She said sheepishly and bit her lip. She immediately sat down at the table, a little ways away from him and crossed her legs tightly, stuffing her hands between them so the scars were covered up.
 
Kale heard her and he turned around quickly as he saw her and he moved over her body once more. Slower than usual and he smiled as he saw her legs and she was truly gorgeous. Though he noticed deep red marks on her upper thighs and he wondered what happened. He looked at her and said. "Morgan, don't use my first name, ever. You are my pet and you will address me as master. Also, come over here and stand in front of me. Legs wide, I want to inspect you more." He commanded as he turned around and faced her, crossing his arms and looking over her. Waiting for her to obey, hoping she would. He did not want to have to punish her yet. She was doing well and may just turn out to be a good little slave. One that rarely needs correction. Though he figured she would learn to love the whip as much as any other slave does. Since it can walk the line of pain and pleasure so perfectly.
 
Morgan swallowed with slight fear of him, she hadn't know to call him master, he had never said for her to, but none the less she wanted this to work so she slowly got up out of her chair and walked over to where he was standing. Spreading her legs a little bit wider than her shoulder width, hoping that was enough. "I-I'm sorry Master, I didn't k-know." She told him and waited for his response. She was afraid that she would be punished because of the mark on her legs, they were at least 2 years old. She was also afraid he might find them ugly, find her ugly because of it, so she couldn't stand to look at him when he was surely going to evaluate them. Shutting her eyes she bit her lip harder when it started to tremble.
 
Kale saw the girl trembling and he moved close to her, placing his hand on her hips and he gave her a soft kiss on her trembling lips and said. "Morgan, don't be scared. I know I didn't tell you, so I'm not upset. Why are you so scared?" He asked as he gave her another kiss and patted her hip as he crouched down and slowly looked at the red marks on her inner thighs and he placed his right hand on her right inner knee and slid his hand slowly up her thigh and over the marks, he went up and down on them once or twice with his hand before doing the same thing on the left and then he stood up and looked at her and said. "You can close your legs. What are these?" He asked her as he looked over her and wondered what was going on in her little head. He had just kissed her on the lips and brought his hands within centimeters of her womanhood.
 
Morgan waited until he was completely done between her legs before answering any of his questions. She could feel her thighs still quivering from his touch over her sensitive scars, it made her close her legs tightly and look up at him. "Uhm, When I was sixteen I accidently cut myself shaving, and I found I liked the way it felt," Her heart was pumping, she had never told anyone this and she was telling him, a complete stranger, she didn't want to describe how much she had liked so it instead she moved on to his other question. "Master, I-I don't really think I'm scared, I think I'm nervous. I'm in a new place, I was just sold, and," Her breath hitched in her throat, "I don't think I trust myself around you, you, you're, ..." So handsome. She couldn't get herself to say it out loud, but she was sure the growing blush said it for her.
 
Kale saw how she trembled and he listened to her carefully. When she told him of her cutting he just gave her a gentle smile and said. "Aw, you like cutting. Well, just to let you know, I'll be the only one doing that in this house, you will not cut at all in here. If you do, I may need to send you back to the auction." He warned and then he heard her speak to him and he smiled. Seeing her blush and he leaned in close to her, whispering ever so slightly in her ear. "You think I am sexy. You wouldn't mind stripping down and letting me have my way with you, would you? I'd be ever so gentle and kind. Unless that is, you like it rough, which you probably do because you like the feeling of pain that razor brought to your legs." He teased her and kissed her ear before stepping back and he said. "Now, help me look around this kitchen for something to cook, my little pet." He said and then turned around and began to rummage through the cupboards and whatnot.
 
Morgan nodded to him to indicate that she wouldn't cut herself anymore, but when he leaned down to her ear and whispered his seductive words she could instantly feel her entire body quiver, and she couldn't help the loud audible gasp that escaped her when he kissed her ear. She could feel the chilly goosebumps rise all over her skin and she was astonished at the effect this man had on her. As soon as he had turned around she instantly put some distance between them, going to the freezer and refrigerator. She was trying so hard to calm her body down, she could feel her legs shaking as she took in a couple deep breaths, she didn't trust herself around this man. At all.
Trying to get rid of some of the sexual tension floating around she found something and she thought it would be good for dinner. "Master, how about this?" She asked him and turned around with a pack of chicken in one hand and spicy rice in the other, she smiled bigger at him. "I'll make it."
 
Kale heard the gasp and saw how her body reacted to his words. He was going to take her tonight and get it over with. She was wary, but she should not have been. The inevitable was going to happen and he was going to show her that sex with him was something she should live for. He knew just what to do to a girl who liked pain. He could make this girl squirm and beg and be ever so cute, yet he knew that she would be at his knees ready to please in a matter of days. He let that thought trail off as he looked around and heard her turn around and shake the chicken and rice. He chuckled when she said she will make it and he said. "Of course you'll make it. You think I paid so much money to cook you dinner?" He teased her and walked over to her, spanking her rump, a bit harder than he did last time, knowing she enjoyed pain now and he leaned in once more to her ear and he said. "I'm only teasing you. Do a good job on dinner and I'll treat you like you deserve tonight." He teased and kissed her ear and slid his hand onto her ass and squeezed hard before letting go and he said. "Let down your guard. Your mine Morgan, there isn't anything you can do, just embrace it." He teased and turned and went to the table. Sitting down, deciding to watch her cook the meal.
 
Morgan was nervous, she was going to lose her virginity to him tonight and now that he knew she liked pain she was afraid he wouldn't be gentle with her. Turning around from him, so he couldn't see she frowned because he was supposed to wait for her, she was only going to wait a couple of days before telling him she was ready but she wasn't even going get twenty four hours. God she really didn't want him to be rough with her, so she put the thought in the back of her head that he wouldn't be and went about starting dinner. Since she cooked at her house, it was easy to only pay half attention to things. Morgan found the chopping board, and chopped the chicken up into neat little squares, and after setting them in a pot of water to boil she started to twirl the knife around in her fingers. It was honestly a nasty habit that she picked up, her love for weapons, and she quickly sat the knife down after realizing she was doing it. "Master, would you like spicy rice, or a creamy style rice to go with your chicken?" She asked him while holding open the cabinets, looking over her shoulder, watching him and waiting for a response.
 
Kale saw that she twirled the knife and was suspicious, clearly there was something to her that he needed to be cautious about. No woman should be able to handle a knife that well. He made a note of it and continued to watch her cook. When she looked over her shoulder and asked him a question he smiled as her body naturally arched and stuck her tight teen butt out at him and he looked at her ass for a second before looking up at her and said. "Mmmm surprise me." He teased as he looked over her and then went back to just gazing off. Thinking about things. He wanted this girl to trust him, to want to be here, but he wanted someone he could play with. Something to entertain him at night. His mind continued to wander until dinner was served. When she strolled in and sat the plate down in front of him he took a deep breath and said. "Smells good, my pet. Do you cook often? Also, can you get me a beer, they are in the fridge. Oh and silverware." He said as he looked over her and wondered if this girl would ever allow him complete control over her. He hoped so, but if not there were other ways to do that.
 
Morgan seriously hoped that he didn't notice the knife twirling, and she also hoped that he liked hot rice, just like she did. After setting the food down and hearing his request she simply got up and without thinking about it bent over in his view in front of the fridge. Holding it in one hand, she got the silverware with the other and quickly rejoined him at the table. Morgan sat the beer down on his coaster and after placing the silverware, sat down in front of him. "Master, I really want to trust you and for the to happen I need to know something..." She took a deep breath and continued, "Are you going to be gentle with me tonight?" She bit her lip, because she almost didn't want the answer.
 
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