My eyes should stay closed, but I had to know what they were doing.


    Looking wildly around I saw the man between my legs had his pants down at his knees. He was oiling


    his cock Liberally.


    I would not watch them rape me. I turned my head to the side and felt the hot tears leaking out. Willing


    my body to rx so I would not be hurt more, I gave up.


    The man was Laying on top of me now. His cock was pressed at the entrance to my womanhood. I felt


    his breath in my ear as he spoke. lere someone iming you they would not allow this,” he said quietly.


    “A ve that is owned can only be used by its Masters.”


    My own breath shuddered out and I opened my eyes watching the wall beside us. He was right. My


    owners, were they iming me, would never allow this.


    The man pressed against me as I whimpered on the floor with tears running down my face. He was


    hard and Large. The bulbous head started to slip into me and he stilled his movements. Some part of


    me was still lucid enough to be grateful he didn’t just ram himself home in a single push. I wasn’t ready


    and, oil or not, I would probably tear.


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    A shadow passed on the floor from the direction of the window. I didn’t look to see who it was, it didn’t


    matter. When these men were done, the ones still outside would probably take a turn also. It would just


    give them reason to hurt me if I looked at them.


    “Too bad,” the man on top of me said and pulled himself out.


    Iy still and waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. The man just got up and I could hear him


    dressing. Suddenly my arms and legs were free, but I didn’t move. Something had made them stop.


    The men were jovial as they left. They were busy talking about their next coupling. I was left, forgotten,


    on the floor.


    When I heard the hum of the transport glide away I pulled my legs up and wrapped into a ball. I felt


    gross and vited. My owners never left me feeling this way.


    I watched the dust dance in the light and thought about my circumstances, For all practical purposes I


    had been taken without my consent multiple times, but it never left me feeling like this. My owners were


    gentle and brought me pleasure. These men would have just used me on the hard dirty floor and left.


    Everything would have been about them. The oil was probably more for their pleasure than myfort.


    I remembered my old boyfriend with the Chevyining because it chafed him when I wasn’t wet


    enough. He’d brought Vaseline one time, because he hated the dryness. My owners were never Like


    that.


    Finally calmer, I took the chance to look around. The pitcher and the bowl were there again, but this


    time they had a mark I didn’t recognize. I was so thirsty, but something was wrong here.


    N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    If I didn’t recognize the logo then it wasn’t my owners feeding me.


    Master Damien had never said anything about that. I reasoned if I wasn’t supposed to speak to or look


    at other men, I probably wasn’t supposed to take gifts from them either. If I wanted to go back home, I


    had to prove I was loyal to my Warriors. Begrudgingly, I left the food and water to the flies.


    By midmorning the insects had filled up the jug and the bowl. My parched tongue could ignore their


    taste if I just took a sip of the water, I kept thinking. That kind of idea was going to get me into trouble.


    The decision was already made, I would wait for my owners to provide for me.


    Desperate to distract myself, I set about recreating my owners’ mark on the floor. Perhaps showing


    them how much I liked their symbol would make them want to forgive me faster. Outside I found a


    piece of white stone that acted like chalk when pushed against the floor. Using the design on my belly


    and foot as guides I did my best to recreate it.


    The stomping feet came out of nowhere and I hurriedly moved to huddle in the corner. I didn’t Look up


    at who was there. Praying silently they wouldn’t want to use me, I just stayed very still.


    The feet walked all around the mark I had made on the floor, left, and then came back. They never


    spoke to me or approached me. Sitting in the corner had worked! I finally found what they wanted me


    to do here.


    When I dared to nce up the fly ridden jug and bowl were gone, but a fresh set had reced them.


    When I was absolutely sure the transport was gone, I crept across the floor.


    Therge jug that now sat in the middle of the room had my owners’ mark on it. The water inside was


    clean and I gulped it down. A tiny cup sat beside the jug with that weird medicinal tasting stuff in it and I


    drank it quickly. A bowl of food sat beside the Liquid and carried the same logo. I ate and drank my fill.