The Alpha's Tangled Desire

Chapter 2: SOLD

"Swash Swish" The water from the shower splashed against my naked body, causing me pleasure. Bath time has been my only source of pleasure since I came of age.

I scrubbed every part of my body. I allowed the water to glide down from the top of my head, through my breasts, and down to the dividing line between my thighs. I cupped my apple-sized breast and began to squeeze it softly and gently. I worked my hands down into my virginal and inserted my fingers into it. I worked it out the way Tonia described her s*x sessions with Dave.

I got lost in the pleasure until I heard the bathroom door bang open. Dave hit the door open and stood transfixed for a while, feeding his eyes with the sight of my fingers in the hole underneath. He seemed lost in sight, and for those few seconds, he felt proud of my structure.

When he approached me, I imagined his trained fingers working on me as I always did, but that never happened. He lifted his hands and smashed my face against the bathroom wall. He slapped me hard and dragged me out of the bathroom. When my arms slipped out of his hands, he grabbed at my hair, weakening my resistance, so I followed him sheepishly.

Dave didn’t give me a chance to put on my clothes. He took me to the dinner table, where my father and the strangers were seated, taking rum. My sight caught the attention of the sexually hungry men who were with my father. Even my father could not look at me at this point.

The men looked to be in their early thirties. Their beards and fingers were not properly maintained. Their attire looked like that of men in the 19th century. They still used cowboy hats.

"That’s your merchandise," I heard my father say to the men. "She is yours now; you can take her anywhere far from here," he added.

"No way Dad is selling me to these slave traders," I thought, looking around confused. I looked in the direction of my mother, expecting her to say or do something. I realized that even my mother subscribed to the consensus to sell me. My mother consented to me being sold.

One of the slavers walked to me and lifted me from the squat position I had taken. I tried to use my hands to cover my breasts and womanhood, but he pulled my hands free. He held my breasts in his hands for a while, playing with my n*****s. He then turned me over and spanked my buttocks.

My mother sat beside the chimney, watching and sobbing. She didn’t do anything to save me. She could not do anything to save me. She just watched, and then she left.

The slaver went back to the seat where he was sitting earlier. He exchanged some words with the other slavers and then brought out some crispy currency and handed it over to my father.

My father turned it down. "I am not giving her to you because I need money," he said. "I just don’t want her around here anymore."

"Well then, we will take her now, but At least get her a piece of clothing." Another of the slavers said

"Tonia!" Dave called. "Get her a piece of fabric," He instructed.

Tonia, who had been eavesdropping, rushed into the room with some clothes. She stood in shock for a while after seeing me stand naked in front of strangers. She handed me the cloth and helped me dress.

"We want her too". The first slaver requested Dave was about to protest when my father said:

"You can have her too. She is useless since Tracy will no longer be here. Take her too".

And that was how I was sold into slavery.

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"Let’s spend the night here," one of the slaves, whom I later discovered to be called Zach, said to his mate.

"It’s already getting dark," he added. He was pointing at the inn some meters away across the brook before us.

After letting the horses drink from the river for a while, they brought us inside the inn to get some rest. They covered the cost of the night and secured two rooms for us.

"You can keep watch over the other lady; I will keep this one in my room".

Zach said to Philip as he dragged me to the room he had been assigned and then locked the door. He stood over me, running his hands through me like he did the first time.

He gently breathed on my neck as he moved his hands over my ears and toyed with them.

He stripped me of the clothes I had on and then pushed me to the bed. "Open your legs," he commanded me. I couldn’t resist; I quietly did whatever he requested.

Zach unknotted his laces and buttons, walked to me, and started to insert his fingers into me. He bent over and began to feed on me like a hungry dog lapping at a bowl of cereal.

For a while, I forgot about my pain. I allowed myself to swim in the pleasure that Zach was providing. I began to moan gently and quietly as Zach worked with me. He stretched my body across the bed and began to smooch me expertly. I could feel him pull every string of excitement in my body.

I reached orgasm in a short while. He followed up, thrusting himself into me. The feeling was a painful pleasure. Blood began to streak down my virginal.

Zach froze for a moment, giving the impression that he was unable to process what he had just seen.

"You were a virgin." He posed it in the form of a question when he uttered it. After I gave him the appropriate acknowledgment, he chuckled. He continued to push himself farther inside me while banging on me.

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