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Jorja licked her lips as she glanced around. She wasn't well dressed. The slavers rarely gave the slaves much covered up, so she had to steal a blanket to wrap around her shoulders. She slipped out the back and ran as fast as she could away from the place. It was late afternoon and most people were going home. So the crowds were thick. She wrapped the blanket securely around her shoulders as she shoved past people. She wanted as far away from that building as she could. She did not want to go back there. It was bad there.

She wasn't really watching where she was going and she didn't even know where she was going to begin with. Just that she was moving. It was only when she bumped into a man that she stopped to look up at him in embarrassment. "S-sorry..." she whispered, looking away from him.
 
Borus had been trying to negotiate a rather stubborn fellow down all morning on prices, and It had been going rather sourly."Look, these are worth half the price you're asking, even accounting for the fact the weather has been less than savoury" he stated firmly.His mind had begun to block out the useless gibbering the merchant would spew in turn, It was giving him a headache.Quite to his surprise he felt a rather firm thump against his back, how rude of someone to run right into him.Turning around he was ready to let whomever it had been have an earful, at least before he got a good look at her.His pale blue eyes studied her dirty grubby form, taking in the tattered bits of clothing beneath the blanket.A slave, and he was loathe to punish a slave, It was bad manners to hit another persons property.

Yet strangely, there was no master in sight to discipline the girl for what she had done, or at least no one had stepped forth to do so which was odd, folks in this city usually kept a very short leash on their slave stock.His mind contemplated for a moment before he came to the only logical conclusion, she was an escapee.Of course this presented the merchant with several very interesting options, return the slave to her owner and receive likely no thanks what so ever, or aid in her escape and see what branched from that.His thumb stroked across his stubbly chin before he smiled and placed his hand gently on her upper back, ushering her along and following suit."Please, think nothing of it" he remarked, making sure they were out of earshot of anyone before he leaned down and whispered into her ear."I know you're fleeing.I could have turned you in on the spot but, that wouldn't have been fun.Instead I insist you come to my tent".He chuckled a little and continued "You look rather hungry anyway and I'm sure I have something for you" he offered.
 
Jorja was sure she was done for when the man placed his hand on her back, but his words surprised her. She was a little hungry, but she knew better than to complain. She licked her lips as she watched him, hugging the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "P-Please don't make me go back there," she whispered once they were in his tent. She moved so that she was on her knees, bowing low to the ground to show that she really was begging. "I don't want to go back there. I'll do anything," she whispered, licking her lips again. She was hungry and she was dirty and she was tired of being both. She wanted a home to live in. But she didn't say anything like that. She hoped that his man was better than being in a small cage at the slave building.
 
He chuckled a little as she knelt down, It was flattering, even though It was protocol."We shall see" was all he said in response, closing the flap to his tent.The large tent was lavishly decorated, in rich autumn golds and reds, his furnishings tasteful and tact.Whomever he was he was rather well off for himself it seemed.His fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his coat and slid it off, tossing it aside before he rolled his sleeves up.He had a big build, toned and hearty, his face a tad rounded and warm, though his features were still rather handsome.He had a slight potbelly but not much to speak of, It added an aire of warmth to his otherwise bulky and ox-strong form.His hair was short cut and a tad messy, a dark dirty blonde colour with hints of auburn and chestnut, and wisps of black as well.

"Now come, eat....I insist" he stated, ladling out a rather large bowl of the stew he had put on early in the morning before he set out on his business.He set the bowl down at his table and pulled the chair out, patting the seat softly before he sat down in the one across.It wasn't usual of him to offer such hospitality, but he found this desperate slave to be rather attractive, not to mention being desperate put him in a position to garner her loyalty and really see if she would, in fact do anything like she had said.
 
Jorja looked up at him for a moment and licked her lips. She really had no choice but to trust him. And really, if he wanted her to go back, he would have dragged her skinny ass back to the slave building to get ride of her. She ran her hands through her dirty hair before moving to sit down on the chair he patted too. She glanced up at him for a moment. He wasn't particularly one of the hottest man ever, she had seen a lot better when the wealthy occasionally visited the slave trade, but he was a lot better than a majority of the guards. She picked up the spoon and started to eat the soup. It was really good. "Thank you, sir," she whispered, nodding over at him. She hadn't realized just how hungry she really was until now.
 
Sitting down across from her he gazed at her, staring quietly and studying her, taking in her features and nature.She was a little ruddy, but that was to be expected of a slave, perhaps a little older than the average age of beauty, but she was rather curvy, a very nice difference between girls and women.His hand moved to a small box and fetched a pipe out, filling it with tobacco as he spoke."While I am loathe to interfere with another persons business, slaves or servants I think It's only fair that...since you seem to be on the run, It's only fair I offer you a deal" he remarked.Reaching over he grabbed a nearby candle, using it to light the bowl of his pipe, puffing away on the rich aromatic tobacco.

He pondered for a while, puffing on his pipe before he spoke."I don't know what skills you have, what labours you can offer or really If you're a good lay" he smirked a little and chuckled."But I'm willing to take a chance.You don't seem stupid enough to trade freedom for another cage, so I'll elaborate further.You will not be put in a cage, and you will not be whipped and flogged.All that's required is you fulfill a few requests now and then.Of course you can choose not to fulfill them but...I can't ensure you'd remain free very long" he warned.Sitting back he set the pipe down and rested his elbows on the arms of the chair."Simply consider it, food, clothing and warmth....seems to me a fair trade...and all I require in turn is...fulfillment" he finished.
 
She bit her lip at what he was saying to her. She tilted her head to the side a little bit, considering it. Though it didn't take long before she was nodding her head at him. "Yes, of course," she said. It couldn't be too bad if he wouldn't strike out at her or put her in a cage. As long as she listened to him, she really had nothing to worry about. "I'll do whatever you ask," she whispered, licking her lips a little bit. SHe hoped she was good enough for him, in bed really. She wasn't trained to do anything but be good in bed. Everyone was different though and just because she thought she was good did not mean he thought the same. She continued eating her food.
 
His lips split into a smile at her rather quick willingness, that was always a good sign.Borus set his pipe down and stood up, striding over to her and resting a hand on her shoulder."Very well then, however If you're to remain anywhere near me, you require a bath" he remarked with a chuckle."Please, follow" he instructed, stepping through a flap in the back of his tent that lead from the main part of the tent to a few back areas, with a washing tub and towels that had been set up.If she was to be his new consort and plaything, she was definitely not going to stink, nor wear tatty rags.It was his strongest opinion you were only as good as the company you kept, and if the company you kept was...sub par, well that simply reflected poorly on ones image and he wouldn't have any of that, period.

While awaiting her to follow, he knelt down and lit the bed of coals beneath the large copper washtub, it ensured the tub was nice and heated and that it stayed so for the duration of his baths, not to mention it saved having to preheat the water and dump it into an ice cold tub.While the coals began to slowly warm the copper he began to fill the tub with a bucket, making sure it would be deep enough for a good washing, she was to be spotless and fresh smelling for him.
 
Jorja was very thankful that she was going to get a bath. She hadn't had one in a few days. And the last 'bath' she had was only her dropped in a tub of cold water, splashed cold water onto her head, and then forced back into her cage. She followed him and watched curiously, her head tilting to the side a little bit as she watched him. That was neat. She was glad that she wouldn't be forced to take a cold bath. That was no pleasant. She was surprised she hadn't gotten sick from those baths. She ran her hand through her short grayish brown hair and looked up at him with her gray colored eyes. "Thank you for letting me bath," she whispered, bowing down respectfully toward him.
 
He smiled a little, setting the bucket down after filling the tub."Please...such things are essential, slave owners don't seem to understand a happy healthy person is much more fulfilling" he stated.Dipping his finger into the water he tested it before he strode over and ushered her in with a chuckle, shrugging her rags off of her and hoisting her up and settling her in the heated water.He was a very caring individual, and although he was slightly taking advantage of her, she was still in his wardship.His hands were calloused but smooth as he began to soap her up.
 
She yelped softly as he started to undress her and then pick her up. She was kind of afraid that the bottom of the tub would be hot,but it wasn't. She looked up at him as he started to wash him and smiled a little bit. It felt really good to be finally clean. She hadn't realized how uncomfortable she had been until now. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands washing her body. He would find that she would have very smooth skin. Though, her back was covered in light whip like scars.
 
His tongue traced across his lips as he felt across her smooth flesh, cupping her breasts and massaging them a little, letting his fingers stroke over her nipples before he washed across her stomach.She was so incredibly soft despite the scarring on her back, she had a grace and elegance to her form that he found very erotic.All the shapes and curves, the soft squish and ever so slight sag in her breasts that gave them a shape and form even more appealing were just the small details in her.His fingers smoothly traced over her belly and unabashedly over her womanhood, stroking over it a little, although he would of course use the auspices of bathing her should she question, though it was quite plain in how he was fondling her he was enjoying this quite a deal.
 
Jorja gasped out lightly as she felt his fingers on her pussy. She didn't say anything though, but blushed as she watched his hand between her legs. She licked her lips some what, her face blushing a little. Her nipples harden up and she couldn't help but lean back and spread her legs some. She bit her lip and closed her eyes again, leaning her back somewhat. Her breathing picked up a little bit. She didn't know what to do or say, so she just let him do as he pleased.
 
His nose craned down and nuzzled along her neck as he inhaled, taking deeply of her fresh clean scent and giving a slight groan.His fingers massaged and fondled her pussy, exploring It's curves and details, parting and playing with the soft lips and fingering her clit as well.His free hand gripped her breast and squeezed firmly, his fingers gently pinching and rolling her nipple in his fingers as he played with her.He could feel his member rising in his trousers rapidly as he began to plant kisses down her neck, savouring the feel of her hot flesh against his lips, It was so marvelous.
 
She started to moan more for him, tilting her head to the side and closed her eyes. She spread her legs even more for him, her nipples hard in his fingers. She opened her eyes to watch him. "Is this...how baths should always be?" she whispered, her eyes glazed over lustfully. She wanted him, but she wanted him to take his time teasing and playing with her. She blushed and licked his lips, watching him carefully. She noticed the bulge in his pants.
 
He smirked a little and kissed her soft lips, letting his tongue tease over her lips before he hoisted her out of the tub sopping wet and set her on her feet."Personally I'd enjoy it If bath time were to be like this all the time" he teased.Grabbing a towel he dried off her hair and began to towel off her body, stroking and squeezing every now and then.Once he was sure she was dry enough he tossed the towel aside and reached down, gliding two thick fingers into her pussy with a chuckle."Mmmn, you know, I might not be a slave driver but I can be quite controlling" he remarked.He had a fetish for dominating his women, he loved to tease and torture in odd ways, one particularly fun thing was teasing a girl until she involuntarily urinated, It was so fun to stare at the blushing and sometimes ashamed faces of girls who had had....accidents.
 
"Oh..." Jorja moaned as she spread her legs and then lifted on leg onto the side of the tub. She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders to steady her. She groaned softly, licking her lips as she looked up at him at his words. "Do you...are you abusive?" she whispered, fear in her eyes. She hoped he wasn't because then he would be no better than the slavers and she was sure to run away if he hit her. She swallowed, moaning as he fingered her wet pussy. Her breasts were tight and her nipples where hard still.
 
His free hand moved to caress her cheek as he chuckled."No darling...I will not strike you physically, but I will perhaps be a little rough" he teased with a wink and a smile before he hoisted her up over his shoulder and quickly wriggled out of his pants.Striding over to his favourite chair he sat down and scooted her down into his lap, his thick erection standing proud, easily eight or so inches in length, girthy too.His hands brushed over her thighs, one moving down and stroking her clit rough and fast whilst the other moved around and squeezed her rump.
 
Jorja gasped out loudly when he started to rub her clit. She blushed and closed her eyes tightly, her face heating up in a blush. She moaned and reached down to stroke his large cock slowly, but in a semi-tight grip. "I-I'm going to cum," she whispered, leaning against his chest a little bit as she panted, her thighs shivered in pleasure as she held back her orgasm for as long as he could so that he would be satisfied. But she couldn't help it much longer. Within a few more moments, she cried out and came all over his hand.
 
He gave a soft groan as he felt her juices gush and run against his fingers, only spurring his fingers to stroke and tease faster in her release.His cock pulsed madly in arousal as he licked his lips, savouring the shamelessness of her lust and pleasure, she obviously had no shame in cumming to his administrations, and that made him only harder."Mmm, you know It's rather rude to cum on such expensive clothing" he teased, his pant leg sopping wet with her sweet release.
 
"S-sorry," Jorja whispered, licking her lips as she looked down at his pants. She looked up at him, a little scared that he would hit her, despite what he had told her. "I didn't mean too..." It wasn't like she had done it on purpose. Really, her eyes were closed and she had no idea that her orgasm would feel that good or be that great. "I don't know if it stains or not..." She didn't think so since it was just a clear liquid.
 
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