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What Rich men Want (Lance Starsky x mary.elmwood)

Lance Starsky

Lance Starsky

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In the early 1750s, in the era of technological devolopment and legal slave trading Lancelot Jason, 27 years old
Was The wealthy son of an inventor always all over the map looking for new experiences.
With his money he believes he was on top of the world. And without any pesky parents around he always filled his desires for women. His father doesn't know it, but he has purchased several slaves from around the world for labor, cooking, and to fulfill his lusty desires. He could never get enough of it. Whiles traveling he comes across a brand new slave auction to buy a new sex object.

"Hmmf" Hope I'm not too Late for the best buy." He thinks to himself, completely unaware that he should have arrived an hour earlier.
 
Mary was standing up starring at the floor, the day had played thru her head many times. The morning was breaksfast on the beach with the mistress, then the day trip had began. She had shown Mary legal papers for her adoption when they stopped for lunch, the master hadn't agreed but he would come to like the idea. Mary's world got turned upside down when the carriage at night fall. The mistress was killed by the impact and Mary was pinned in the wreckage screaming for her mistress even as her skin began to burn from the oil from the lamps on the side. She had been rushed to the nearest auction and her wounds packed with healing herbs.

Without pain killers the pain caused so much agony. She had bit into her lip to stop the pain from reaching a screaming agony mess. Her mistress was gone, her life had been completely transformed. The agony she felt was nothing compared to the emptiness in her heart. Her tears had kept flowing so hard she was surprised she could still be awake. The pain kept her from sleeping as the auction house was winding down. She was in the corner with new slaves who had just arrived as they waited to be processed in for sale. There was a blanket over her cage which made matters worse. She had heard of these places but had never been here.

Chains had been looped thru the top, Marys hands were put into iron shackles effortlessly. The wounds were on her shoulders, neck and back. She kept the mistress close in her mind as she heard screams of pain, people moaning from sex. Masters could test out males or females before purchase. Mary looked like an empty shell too shell shocked for reality to sink in.
 
As Lance makes his way into the auction house, he gets himself a glass of champagne and walks around, meeting seclveral wealthy men and women all after the same thing he was. He felt a bit agitated knowing that he had an entire bidding war on his hands. As he walked through the ball room, his ears perked to a sound he was all too familiar with. The Moaning of women who are lbeing treated as sex toys. He smirks devilishly With the thought of purchasing the best women they have on sale.

As the auction was about to start the auction owner has sent all his men to get the women ready. He ordered them to blindfold all the women backstage. This even included the young girl with the severe Burns on her shoulders and back. Of course she was something special to the auction owner as he orders his men to be gentle with her on the burns and make sure that she was covered in an ontment, treating her before the auction started.
 
Mary had been taken from her cage, her burns had been treated and wrapped, still no pain killers. Tears streamed down her face for her dead mistress and the place she had ended up. The auction house, she had heard about it but never been. In a position she never wanted to be. She was blindfolded, taken in a row of woman and felt warm, naked and on a stage. She felt a wooden floor beneath her feet, the crying of other men and woman as the numbers were started. She heard the chains of other slaves being taken away. She thought she was the last person to be auctioned off.

Being damaged goods she wasn't sip irises when no calls came when the bidding started, just silence, errie silience. She didn't care, her life had ended when her mistress was killed earlier in the day. Was the master upset? She wondered as the silience continued. The auctioneer went so low in price then stopped talking. That couldn't had been the right thing to happen. Not that it mattered to Mary as the chains started to be unhooked from the floor. The men said nothing as they worked, one of the men bumped her leg that was burned. It gave out at the pain and she fell to the floor crying out withering. She was damaged goods.
 
With each number that ran by through the auctioneer's lips, Lance watched several gorgeous women come and go from the stage. Each one blindfolded, chained up and nude. It was like he entered another one of his Bondage fantasies. He smiled at them all and was unrecognizably erected. As horny as he was, he new how to control his urges. He wouldn't just buy any woman off the shelf. He nlknew class when he saw it.

As the stock was running low, one of the final products showed up. The auctioneer describes this elegant looking body as "a fairly used slave, still young, but with some damages." Being a very experienced bidder he knows that whenever the word "damage" is in the résumé of the product, things will go dark, and it will be discarded like bones from Thanksgiving dinner.

He focuses hard on this woman. Noticing the severe burns on several body parts. At least all the parts that counted were intact. When she then breaks down crying on stage, everyon started laughing, making the auctioneer look like a complete moron. Enraged he gets his men to remove this destroyed piece of meat off the stage and throw her back in the cage.
After that fiasxo concluded, Lance thought to himself "what will happen if no-one buys her? What'll happen to her lllooking like that? She won't stand a chance out there."
 
Mary was taken off stage and put back in her cage, the blanket was put back over to hide she wasn't bought. She sobbed from the pain she felt and gently curled into a ball. The auctioneer was just outside the cage deciding what to do. The care it would take to keep her would a huge cost to the auction house, her previous owner didn't want her anymore. The auctioneer had decided to end her life as a result of her not being sold and was damaged goods. She was taken from the cage and taken towards the back of the auction.

The chains rattled as she walked, she was taken deeper and deeper into the auction. The pain in her limbs kept her from walking fast. Looking around the rooms with slaves being used or beaten, hosed down or chained to walls. She noticed one of the men to her right had a gun drawn finger on the trigger. She was going to killed because she wasn't sold. She let the tears flow and couldn't wait to be reunited with her mistress.

The back door was kept open as the men filed out and Mary was put up against a wall and a gun put to her head. She looked at the man with dead eyes who looked sad he was about to end a life.
 
As the auction was finally coming to an end, Lance was feeling a bit enraged that he couldn't make a perfect score.
"Ugh, what a rip-off!" He says to himself sipping his champagne. But this was Lancelot JASON, and this man refuses to leave empty handed. He rushed his way backstage to have a little word with The Auctioneer. He was a man of his own reputation. And people know what he's capable of. Not murder, not blackmail, but torture. In desperation, the auctioneer took Lance to the Rejects room.

The chains and wailing were nothing more than peculiar to him. As they reach the 3rd door in the hallway, Lance pauses to notice the burned woman from before. He bardges into the room with the auctioneer, where he orders the gunman to drop the weapon.

"She's the one." He says sternly. The man walks away from the girl and Lance walks to her and takes a nice long look at her face. So young, so innocent and yet so delectably gorgeous. "I'll pay $1200 for this one. She needs a little... Attention."

The auctioneer nodded in agreement and set the woman free with her brand new master as he gives the auctioneer a pouch of coins.
 
Mary looked at the gun, pressed her head against it closing her eyes waiting for her life to end. The other slaves in the room were sobbing but she was at peace with death. She thought of what her life would have been if the wreck didn't happen. She would be a person not a slave. She heard talking and tuned it out but the gun had been pulled away from her head. Opening her eyes she looked at her surroundings and saw a man with a bag of coins. She looked at her leaving this world and knew the chains were going to keep her from grabbing the gun.

The man was looking her over and she wanted to cover herself. She was a virgin but no one knew it. She saw the auctioneer who looked shocked at the man. She say that he liked how she looked, her face had been spared the burns. She looked him in the eyes as he did her. She was led from the room and cleaned up. Her wounds were still bandaged and shackles still on. She was taken to a waiting area where she guessed the man would be after paperwork.

She was shocked, her life would have ended. She would be with her mistress if he hadn't stopped the shooting. She felt anger and sadness fill her whole body. She saw the door open on the other side of the room and she waited. In a kneeling position her hands chained to the floor. She looked at the men with rifles wanting them to shoot her. She lowered her head feeling exhausted from the day, just wanting the pain and life to stop.

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As he finishes the documents, Lanc leaves the room and orders the riflemen bring the girl to the carriage. He does notice the pain and sorrow in her eyes, though he couldn't understand why. Didn't he spare her a horrible death? Isn't she happy to have escaped with her life? Well whatever the case, iyt wasn't important to him as he believed she would thank him soon enough.

The men loaded the girl into the carriage, seating her just across from Lance. As the door shuts, he orders the driver to take them to the Jason's Estate. Along their trip, Lance would have his eyes focused on the girl. His eyes browsing from one part of her to another. With a smile he, his first sentence to hias new servant escapes his lips.

"So, my darling. Tell me if your name is as pretty as your little face." He says stroking his hand across her cheek.
 
Mary was taken from the room, and led out of the auction to a carriage. She was put inside and huddled close to the corner. She looked out of the carriage at the street. Full of people, vendors and business men. She looked down at the floor as the man who bought her entered. She tried to ignore the burns, the tears in her eyes and the entire world around her. She winced when the man touched her and pulled away. "Mistress named me Mary, she's dead so call me what you want." She said flatly to him and didn't recognize her own voice.
 
Stroking his hand across her cheek lower down to her neck, he smirked to her and played back into his seat. "Mary, huh? Hmm..." He pours himself a glass of Scotch as he debates on changing or keeping her name. But he doesn't let that bother him for the moment. As they pulled up to a big white mansion, Lance hauls his new slave out of the carriage to take her inside.

Her wincing needed to end if he was going to get anything done with her. As they approach the front door, its automatically opened by another woman in a maids uniform. Lance thanks this woman with a smooch aslnd brings his new woman inside. He introduces "Mary" to his other 16 slaves inside the the house. All of them were females from all over the globe. Some from Brazil, Spain, Sweden, India and Japan.

Lance calls upon his top servant, Luna. A slave who's been nothing short of faithful to him for several years. He orders Luna to take the new girl upstairs to treat her wounds with a dosage of pain killers and burn ointments. It was perfectly obvious that he was planning something devious while she was away.
 
Mary kept back the urge to bite him when he touched her again. She bit her lip trying not to break down and cry for her mistress. A distraction came when gates were opened and she was looking at the mansion. Mary got out of the carriage and looked at the house then followed reluctantly inside. She was almost shocked when she saw the naked woman everywhere. She stood firmly where she was as she looked at so many different faces.

Mary looked at Luna a moment then followed the girl upstairs, she needed pain killers for the pain then she had to get out of here. She didn't see collars on the other slaves and knew escape was going to be simple.
 
As Luna finished treating her wounds, she looked at Mary, smiling broadly to her and telling her that she's really luck about 2 things. 1: being alive. And 2: being blessed to serve the master. Before leaving the room, Luna presents Mary with her new uniform. It was just like all the other slaves' uniforms. A black corset to reveal a descent amount of breasts, fishnet stockings as to a kink for the master and a super short skirt to reveal all of her ass and vagina. Luna tells her that they shouldn't keep the master waiting any longer. She helps Mary dress up and takes her downstairs to the master.

As they reach the bottom floor, the watch as the Spanish slave has her head between Lance's legs. With a devilish smirk, he watches her bop her head up and down with his sole length erected from his pants and in her mouth. A busy day does deserve a little treat, after all.
 
Mary narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Your wrong, I don't want to be alive. I want to be dead in that mass grave outside the auction house. Dead the same as my mistress, that man will never own me. I belong to her." She snapped to her and refused to put on the uniform but wanted her body somewhat covered. She took the painkillers and chewed them so the effect would be immediately in her system. While Lina had gone to get the clothes she took 7 of the pills and put them in her corset on the side .When she is dressed up like one of the little lady's dolls she wants to get sick. She followed Luna down to the hall. She sees a slave between the mans legs and sees her head bobbing. She still had her v card so when she looked at his cock for she had never seen one, she looked away.

A few minutes later the pain from her burns went away, she sighed in relief. She looked around the house and felt the mans eyes on her. Still in the chains she covered her breasts a slight blush on her face only virgins had. She backed away the chains rattling, the distances didn't do much for her discomfort.
 
As the slave continues to provide oral pleasure to the master, Lance looks up and sees the new girl in her uniform. Now that she's been fixed up, she can move around without any pain. She was so sweet with that Innocent little blush. It was obvious she was a tad shy. But he knew that "Mary" would soon come to like it here.

Looking back down at the light tan servant giving him a great blowjob he feels himself getting closer to climax. Luna notices the new slave stepping away and stops her from being too far. She tells "Mary" to stay and watch, thinking that she might learn a thing or 2. And since Luna was always horny, she would love to watch.

Lance feels his cock building up a huge load and he starts to moan in pleasure as he keeps approaching his climax. Finally, with one long lick up his whole length all the way to the slit of his tip, he moans louder and shoots streams of white shiny cum into the slave's mouth and all over her face. She willingly swallows, bows to her master and leaves. Lance, still high from the climax, sits back into his chair with his cock hanging out of his zipper.
 
Mary was looking at the painting directly behind Lance as the servant gave him oral, Luna had kept her from going far saying she should watch to learn. She had no interest in learning sexual things. It didn't appeal to her, escaping did. She did watch him moan but looked away when his cock was in view and not in the servants mouth. The pain meds made her tired which she didn't except. She yawned openly not caring as she couldn't feel much at the moment which gave her time to think rather than think about the pain her body had experienced.

Looking down at the bandages and tried to stay standing but the meds hit her harder with every passing moment. She sat on the floor so she wouldn't fall down knowing when she would escape she couldn't be on the meds. It almost seemed silly to take some of the pills and hide them in her outfit for how they made her feel.
 
Lance starts to come out of his trance and looks at "Mary" smiling. He stands up, puts his cock back in his pants and strolls to her. As the woozy slave sits on the floor, he circles around her slowly and strokes her neck as he moves.

"So my darling. Did you enjoy the show?" He asks teasingly. He watches her in her Little tight uniform. He can't help but to find it sexy beyond all reason. As he sees her wanting to doze off, he starts to smirk, seeing this as an opportunity.

"Come with me, dear. There is something I need from you." He says as he takes her back upstairs into the master bedroom.
 
Mary watches at Lance is in a trance almost. She looks at him as he stands and walks over to her and winces as he touches her hair and neck. Her skin crawled at his touch and knew she had to endure how ever long the meds took to where off. She couldn't take them again until she knew it was safe too. She had no tracker put in that she knew of, the mistress didn't want her tagged like an animal free to roam but always able to track down. She stood up barely when he said too and followed him upstairs.

Where was her mistress? Was there a heaven and hell? What did lance want of her? Could she stay awake any longer? She wasn't sure
 
Lance takes the pretty slave through the doors of of the bedroom to reveal a big bed, a bathroom and what looks like a closet. He orders the girl to sit on his mattress, where he sits on a chair across from her. He just stares at her with a smile, shifting his eyes from her breasts to her tight belly, moving down to her almost visible vagina.

"You are a fine piece of work, my dear." He says staring at her. "You seem to have to beauty of my slaves, but I want to see how well you can follow my commands."

With a smirk he reaches to the casket on the table and brings it to his lap, before opening it. With a click, it's opened and he pulls out an unknown pink object that he made. It was in the form of a human penis and made from a rubber material. He gives the object to her and tells her "to do something thoughtful with it."
 
Mary walks into his room and sits down on the bed, she wished this outfit covered more skin but that she guessed defeated its purpose. She watched as he pulled out a dildo from the casket and brought it over to her. She saw the lustful look in his eyes and took the dildo. She looked at the object and felt no kind of arousal from the toy. Not that she knew what all of that meant. She hadn't really learned about sex. She starred at it and put it all together. He wanted her to play with herself with the toy. Not happening.

She didn't care about sex or this man in front of her or what he wants. All she cared about was her freedom from chains forever. She put the toy on the bed and made sure her legs were closed. "Mistress never taught me such things." She said to him and scooted onto the middle of the bed making sure to stay away from him. "I was to be her daughter by adoption today. The my the wreck happened and so did the burns."
 
Intrigued by her story, he did feel pitiful for the slave's loss. But he mostly felt pitiful for her for not learning about anything sexual. What a bonus! She was a virgin. He immediately spiked and smiled to her.

"Well, if your mistress, rest her soul, never taught you how to work with a man... Then I'd be more than happy to." He says seductively as he stands up and starts to take off his clothes. What an amazing day this has been for him. He didn't fuck a virgin in a loooong time. But all of that was about to change. As he unzips his pants, he orders the slave to remove everything she wore too.

As soon as he was in nothing more than his underwear, he gets on the bed and kneels over her. "You ready to begin your lessons, my pet?" He says teasingly with a devilish look in his eyes as his hand starts to explore her torso.
 
Mary looked at Lance a moment then knew she had said the wrong thing. He wanted to use her body by the look in his eyes. She felt herself go cold at the thought of sex and shook her head. She scooted farther away almost falling off the other side of the bed and watched him undress. He was down to his boxers and had ordered her to undress. She didn't and wouldn't. She stayed where she was tense and pushed his hands away and got off the bed. "No! I don't want this." She said backing away from him and backed into the sliding glass door. Her heart began to pound as she was going to attempt to jump from the roof on pain medication. If he found the pills in her corset she would be in a lot of trouble.
 
He didn't really appreciate the tone in her voice, nor did he like the refusal of his orders to a slave. Although her resistance is something he did find rather kinky.

"Disobeying your new master already? Hmmm.... Looks like your mistress never taught you any manners either!" He shouts sternly to the slave as he approaches her. He tells her that she is his property now, he owns her, and she will obey him. He grabs her shoulders and puts her back onto the bed, this time attaching her shackles to the bed's posts.

"Now here is your first lesson, slave. Never disrespect your master." He says as he starts to slip his hand between her legs and starts to gently rub her womanhood to wetter her up.
 
"How dare you speak ill of my Mistress!"'she shouted back to him and struggled the entire way to the bed. She screamed at him as her shackles were put into restraints. Even her legs were tied down. She kept struggling as he touched her pussy and knocked his hands away with her legs. "I don't belong to you! I never will belong to you, I belong to her. Always to Mistress"'she sneered at him and yanked on the chains really roughly.

She looked down at her pussy feeling something wet and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Don't touch me!" She shouted at him and kept struggling even more. She started to pant from the excerise and the medication taking hold.
 
He laughs devilishly and starts to rub her pussy even more vigorously. He reaches for a piece of rope and puts it in her mouth to get her to shut up. He really was going to punish her for such insolence. But not before he gets what he wanted. Her struggling body, was so delectable that he started to harden up in his boxers by just watching her little rebellion.

"Keep struggling, Baby. Daddy likes a show." He says as he starts to undo her corset. He opens it and out fell the seven pills. "Well well. What do we have here?" He says as he picks up the pills. He giggles and looks to her.

"Naughty naughty." He teases as he puts the pills down and starts to fondle her tits.
 
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