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Firekitten
Planetoid
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2013
- Location
- Chained Up
In a large stone mansion there lived a man, he had been a hermit most of his life, or so most people thought. The mansion was unkempt, with ivy growing along the walls, there was no grass surrounding the front of the mansion, where large eight foot iron bars blocked off the front of the building at least a yard out, and an iron gate that was heavily locked with chains and padlocks was on the right side. The back was surrounded with a twelve foot high stone fence, covered in ivy as well. No one knew what happened in this mansion, no one knew the horrors this man had caused so many, and the lives he had created.
He had not directly created very many lives, in fact he only biologically had four sons, and his four "daughters" had been kidnapped as young adults. They had been paired with his sons, And from those four pairs, he had twenty-seven grandchildren, ten boys and seventeen girls that he trained himself. The boys kept the acre long backyard neat, the lawn cared for, his gardens weeded and clean. They grew his vegetables and tended to his livestock. They did home repairs, and they fought for his amusement. His granddaughters had a different type of training.
From birth to age five, the girls had a usual childhood, but when one would usually be sent to school, the training began. They learned the usual things, reading, writing, math, music, and art, but they also were heavily trained in many forms of dance, and how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to their future master's every whim. Once a child reached the ripe age of sixteen, they were sexually trained. How to give a blowjob, and control her gag reflex, how to give a handjob, how to control her orgasm until permission was given, and how to perform many different positions. All this training was given without her virginity taken. That was the guarantee, a perfect virgin slave, to use for whatever a man might wish.
This is where eighteen year old Freya had been born and raised. She was the second youngest bred slave, her younger sister being only fifteen. Freya had black hair down to her ass, that was kept brushed and neat, and bright brown eyes. Her pale skin was soft and covering her tall athletic frame. She rose to 5'9, and weighed 120 pounds. Freya had finally finished her training and was ready to be sold. In fact, her new Master had already viewed and paid for her. She had not seen him however, as they had made sure she was blindfolded. She would not look upon her Master until he picked her up and she was officially his. Today was the day that would happen, and Freya was terrified. She sat, waiting in her small bare room, that had white walls, and nothing but a plain mattress on the floor. She wore a simple white dress that fell to her knees, the sleeves barely passing her shoulders.
He had not directly created very many lives, in fact he only biologically had four sons, and his four "daughters" had been kidnapped as young adults. They had been paired with his sons, And from those four pairs, he had twenty-seven grandchildren, ten boys and seventeen girls that he trained himself. The boys kept the acre long backyard neat, the lawn cared for, his gardens weeded and clean. They grew his vegetables and tended to his livestock. They did home repairs, and they fought for his amusement. His granddaughters had a different type of training.
From birth to age five, the girls had a usual childhood, but when one would usually be sent to school, the training began. They learned the usual things, reading, writing, math, music, and art, but they also were heavily trained in many forms of dance, and how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to their future master's every whim. Once a child reached the ripe age of sixteen, they were sexually trained. How to give a blowjob, and control her gag reflex, how to give a handjob, how to control her orgasm until permission was given, and how to perform many different positions. All this training was given without her virginity taken. That was the guarantee, a perfect virgin slave, to use for whatever a man might wish.
This is where eighteen year old Freya had been born and raised. She was the second youngest bred slave, her younger sister being only fifteen. Freya had black hair down to her ass, that was kept brushed and neat, and bright brown eyes. Her pale skin was soft and covering her tall athletic frame. She rose to 5'9, and weighed 120 pounds. Freya had finally finished her training and was ready to be sold. In fact, her new Master had already viewed and paid for her. She had not seen him however, as they had made sure she was blindfolded. She would not look upon her Master until he picked her up and she was officially his. Today was the day that would happen, and Freya was terrified. She sat, waiting in her small bare room, that had white walls, and nothing but a plain mattress on the floor. She wore a simple white dress that fell to her knees, the sleeves barely passing her shoulders.
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