kinky-sub
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2014
Chloe was a few good miles into the woods when she heard the bell go off followed by the barking of dogs. She silently cursed to herself pulling the brown cloak tight over her uniform as she ran off deeper into the woods. She thought she would have more time before the next patrol went around but her mistress might have now just noticed the key missing now. She reached into her pocket pulling it and chucked it in the other direction hoping it would distract the dogs even for a little bit. Being a slave was all she knew in this world as her mother was a slave and her father the master of her old house. There she was treated okay until the lady of the house figured it out and sold them to separate owners. That was three years she had been serving that cruel heart woman and now that she was 18 she had to try and start a life for herself. Though her main reason for leaving was her sadistic side that punished Chloe for even the smallest things or no reason at all, and she was tried of it. Even if she was captured by a new owner it was a better option.
Though beating slaves wasn't exactly a rare occurrence and most auctioneers encouraged the practice as it kept slave down from wanting to act up. Though it didn't work for Chloe every lash to her back only made her desire to run stronger knowing this wasn't a life she could live much longer.It was probably why her new mistress like her so much was the fact that she required a stronger touch to break her will. Even the few moments when she broke down her mistress was harder on her than ever. Besides being a rag doll to abuse she was one of the two maid slaves in a house far too large for only two girls to clean but that was intentional so she would have more reason to beat them. She did feel bad leaving her partner behind knowing her day was going to suck if she wasn't caught and brought back to the house.
She was blessed that the night was at least a dark one and not to cold for the fall weather, but she had been planning for a night like this and waited a week for the moon to fade away. In the distance she could still hear the dogs wondering how far back they were but she didn't dare turn around and check. As she came across a small stream she bent over greedily drinking a handful of water as she felt lie she had been running for hours. She changed her path running along the stream sticking to the swallow bank to avoid tripping more than once. Soon she saw a larger house in the distance and decided to rest there for the night. Hoping the fence she sneaked in to the back kitchen happy the door was not locked. Once inside she removed the wet cloak tossing it by the door and grabbed an apple out of the basket. After quickly eating she laid down on the stone floor, the coldness feeling wonderful on the few cuts she had on her back from being whipped earlier today. As she closed her eyes she was happy for once now being free and could do what ever she wanted. Her plan was only to quickly nap and leave before the owner woke up but she was exhausted and slept longer than she wanted to as the sun was now up.
Though beating slaves wasn't exactly a rare occurrence and most auctioneers encouraged the practice as it kept slave down from wanting to act up. Though it didn't work for Chloe every lash to her back only made her desire to run stronger knowing this wasn't a life she could live much longer.It was probably why her new mistress like her so much was the fact that she required a stronger touch to break her will. Even the few moments when she broke down her mistress was harder on her than ever. Besides being a rag doll to abuse she was one of the two maid slaves in a house far too large for only two girls to clean but that was intentional so she would have more reason to beat them. She did feel bad leaving her partner behind knowing her day was going to suck if she wasn't caught and brought back to the house.
She was blessed that the night was at least a dark one and not to cold for the fall weather, but she had been planning for a night like this and waited a week for the moon to fade away. In the distance she could still hear the dogs wondering how far back they were but she didn't dare turn around and check. As she came across a small stream she bent over greedily drinking a handful of water as she felt lie she had been running for hours. She changed her path running along the stream sticking to the swallow bank to avoid tripping more than once. Soon she saw a larger house in the distance and decided to rest there for the night. Hoping the fence she sneaked in to the back kitchen happy the door was not locked. Once inside she removed the wet cloak tossing it by the door and grabbed an apple out of the basket. After quickly eating she laid down on the stone floor, the coldness feeling wonderful on the few cuts she had on her back from being whipped earlier today. As she closed her eyes she was happy for once now being free and could do what ever she wanted. Her plan was only to quickly nap and leave before the owner woke up but she was exhausted and slept longer than she wanted to as the sun was now up.