Abigail

Same Different?

It was four months after she was traded by the monster, Murad….

Her body was almost completely heal, and most of her wounds was barely visible…

She too gain her proportional weight again when the last time she was so thin, her bones started to pops up from under her skin….

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“Abigail, Mia…. Chop, chop…!” Shouts the butler towards the girls, who now carries trays of melas and vessel of wine to the main mansion…

It was broad daylight and the sun shines brightly…

Abigail feel relief that she and ia walked under the roof of the walkway, that passes the training ground where the constant clanging, bashing shouting, and growling sounds fills the air

Abigail can see the men sweating profusely, that makes their muscular body glistened…

“Five minutes….!” Beamed the drillmaster that makes the men stopped and dropped all equipments, dummy weapons they were using to the ground and they walked to a large clay jar filled with water….

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“I think Andrei likes you, teehee…” Tease Mia towards Abigail who feel her face blush from the comment from the gigling girl, as she see the childish, awkward sile plastered on the face of the house champion…

And for a moment she feels like butterfly flies on her belly….

But as they walks pass the training field, Abigail feels gloomy again…

What’s the difference…? She thought….

Yes she wear clothes, yet it revealed so much she feels like was naked….

Though not a heavy, rusty iron collar, but she now wear a choker on her neck…

Even she feelslike she is now being totally enslaved than when she was on the hell island..

There, they don’t care about her body, the marks on her body solely comes from their torture, but here… She can still feel the sharp needles of a tattoo machine marked her flesh with a letter D that artisticaly placed on just above her right , showing that she was now a property of someone….

It doesn’t mean that she was not grateful, here atleast she was treated like a human, a sub class maybe, but a human nonetheless….

But still she has so little right as a human being….

She still has to do daily labor, may not as hard as she had at the islad, but the chores to take care of the massive compound still tiresome….

And even when there is a kind of consent but she was still subject to s****l activity happened in the house…

The second months she was there, the house won another gladiatoral match, and a party was thrown….

She witnessed the gladiator who won the match asked if they want to keep their price or spend some of their prize for some bodily pleasure to release their tension after the matches…

And she saw beautiful women escorted and then pleasure the gladiator wishes to get s****l satisfaction….

“No cunt…? Whoa, Andrei….. Lost your appetie to women…? Want some men instead….? I can have you some…” said the house finance, smirking at the house champion who has been looking towards Abigail for quite a while….

“I believe he already has someone in mind….”

“Master… Drillmaster…” Said the finace and Andrei in unison as Dorian and Aaron approaches them…

“Butler…!” Dorian shout, calling the female butler and gestured her to bring Aigail who was circling the drinks along the drunken men who laugh, as they tease her, grope her….

Abigail feels her heart beating hard and she set her gaze to the floor, as she was now standing next to the butler, in front of the four men…. She can feel her face blushing, her skin crawls….

“Prep her, and have her tend to our champion..’ He ordered to the butler as both women curtsy as Dorian left them and went inside the mansion, with two gorgeus women escorted him, while the butler walk in front of abigail whose hands clasp in front of her, towards the accomodation of the gladiator, and to the one seperated, tthat belongs to the house champion….

“Any complaints from our champion, you will have words take the place of c**k inside your cunt…” Said the butler in hars tone asn she left her at the curtain at the room of the champion…

Her heart beating hard….

She looked at the bronze skinned gladiator, muscular, waiting for her in his bed….

She still feeling traumatized by many phallus shoved inside her mercilessly, how the goons and the monstrous brother hurt her, torture her, use her as they please…

And now, she has to please the rough looking house champion…?

God… When this will end..? She thought, as she enters the small spartan room of the champion, who stands up from his bed, take her arm forcefully, and…

He kissed me….?

Abigail was surprised…. The goons and the brothers never kisses her, they use her mouth just to please their phalluses…. If she kiss, then it was with other captives when they want to see a girl on girl action live shows…

And now the rough man kisses her…

It feels so weird, but…

And with her instinct, ske kisses himback….

He’s not so bad… He smells nice… She thought as she sense freshness from the champion who obviously have been cleaned after the match, and the party….

The odor of sweats still present, but not as revolting as the goons that clearly never cleaned themselves regularly….

The goons rather have the captives to cleaned them with their tongues before ramming them mercilessly….

“Ngh…” Moan Abigail, feeling the rough hand of the champion grasps her breast, her hips, her waists, her thing… her inner thigs…

It was hard, but not rough…. Not like the goons who grabs her to hurt her, they even yanked her labia just to hear her scream…

He is rough but he is gentle, and dep down, she longs for that feeling, and without she even realizes it, she already caress the hard muscle of his chest, his six packed abs, and down to his erect phallus…

He is nice to me… She thought and then she pushes the gladiator to is bedand then quickly jumped to his lap, and quickly removes her short tunic, revealing her nakedness towards the man…

I’ll satisfy him… She thought as she leaned forward and kisses the champion vigrorusly, down to his chest his abs and…

“My God, Abi….! God…!” Gasps the champion…

Having shoved by many phallus down her throat makes Abigail knows how to control her gag reflex andtake them whole… And that what she didi… her instinct to pleas the man kicked in, and she give him his best effort, including tonguing his scrotum while she has his erect shaft burried eep doem inside her throat…

“Akh…!” Shouts abigail when Andrei grab the back of her head, forcing her to leave his phallus and get her up on his crotch once again…

Abigail knows what the man need, so he grabbed his erect phallus guided it to her labia, and…

“Akh…!” Both moans as they both united….

There is smoething weird, yet pleasant for Abigail as she rides the man below her…

No one forcing ganged up on me…. No one shoving their d**k to my mouth, no one force their d**k to my ass…. Oh god…. This is nice… She thought and having her body free to move, makes her ride the champion…

“Akh..” She yelps as the champion grabbed her, hugged her and he turned so now he was ontop of the girl, and pounding her vgiorously…

But she was not complaining, especially when she thought…

I’m not being dobled, tripled, quadrupled…. Oh god… it just me and him…. Uh… it’s o nice to be able to move around… She thought as she reply his poinding with hers, try to rhyme with him…

“och…” She yelps again when the champion onec again grabbed her, now make her in all four, and..

After moths her squels in pain, her screams of hurt, her muffled voices, now Abigail can moans as hard as she wanted to….

She welcomes the pounding that for the first time doesn’t involve hurting her body… Just the pleasure of his phallus pounding her love channel than after monts of torture, now lube itself voluntarily….

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They were both panting in satisfaction, her head on his broad chest, smiles satisfactionary…

“God, Abi… You are wild…” Said Andrei that makes her blush, and looked down to her hand as it strokes the phallus of the champion, who smiles at her and without any word kisses her again and they started their intense intercourse….

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Buta fter all the tension relieved…

Abigail still feels gloomy….

Like when she was ordered to tend to the concubines of the master….

She was looking at the women, in their large dorm, gigling as they taking their bath….

“Master Dorian was queite a man, doesn’t he…”

“A man indeed…. I never able to handle that man….”

“Aaron was not disapoint either…” Said one of them…

“The former champion…. The drillmaster…. Oh, he for sure earn that title…. He drills hard….”

Why they seems so happy, being used by those men for their pleasure…. Thought Abigail as she scrubbed the delicate, silky smooth, skin of the concubines….

“Hmmm, you seems not to agree with our confersation…” Said one of the concubine, who saw the frown on the house slave’s face…

“Ah… No, mistress…. I have no meaning of that…” Said Abigail, worried if those girls will report her….

“Teehee… We’re nt going to report you… We know that we seems to like being enslaved and used for pleasure like this….

“Come…. Join us…” Said the other one…

Abigail hesitates….

Her time on the hellish island makes her extremely cautious, and aware…. Any kind gesture always has some catch on it….

“Hop in, or I’ll tell the butler that you decline…. Said the other, that makes the girl, reluctantly opened her tunuc, and enters the jacuzy…

“Feel’s nice, right…?” Said the the first concubine, as she saw that Abigail couldn’t help herself but release a sigh of pleasure as her body dipped into the jacuzzy…

“Help me, will you..?” Asked the other cocnubine, giving her back to Abigaiml who massaging her soft back cautiously….

“Look, no one wanted to be a slave… none of us do, but for some of us, it was the best way to do….”

“Not all of us, has the previlege like you have…. Heard the rumor that you’re being taken on your holiday…. Is that true…?’ Asked the other, that makes flashesof memories hits her…. Her suppoedly fun birthday, Cynthia, the catamaran, James….

“Some of us are not as lucky as you are, some of us, were free, but doesn’t have luxurious life like you once have…. Som of us was born in a household from a slave… Some of us were unwanted…. Some, we are tortured and sold….” Explained the concubine….

“For us, this situation is a blessing, having a wonderful master, that still treat us like human, and not just s*x toys….”

With every word, Abigail feels more guilt, thinking the worse from those women whn she doesn’t even know thair story to begin with…

“Yeh, but not me… I love s*x, so…” Said one that makes all groans, but then chuckles, that even abigail tries to hide her chuckles….

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Yes they were still slave….

But with a good master, they can actually have some laugh over their slavery….

And it was kind of nice…