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Subject: {ASSM} A Nomadic Encounter: Part 2 (M, F, reluc, Mdom) Esu Migabe
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and
understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story.  Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in
reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.
Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.

(C) Esu Migabe 2006

A Nomadic Encounter: Part 2

Amelia walked back to the place she was meant to call home deep in thought. 
`How could she live there any longer? Live, that's not called living... 
That's called control.' She hated every aspect of her life and what had 
become of her once her father had allowed her to marry the one that had 
sought her hand. She knew at the time that it was a mistake but times had 
been hard since her father had lost his mining job. She hadn't been able to 
see them getting any better either but at least this way her father would be 
well looked after by his future son-in-law.

Her father had been impressed by him. She remembered his words as he had 
spoken to her about the proposal. "He's got money. He'll make sure you're 
never in need." She sighed to herself, `If only that had been true'. Her 
husband made his money from women. Recruiting them into his slave trade as 
she called it. Lending them out to men for an evening in return for their 
money. She wasn't impressed. Oh, she had been lucky to start with as he 
hadn't wanted her soiled but then as their marriage progressed; he had grown 
tired of her. When her father finally died, he became even worse. He used 
her to control the other girls but what made her feel really bad was when he 
needed someone to entertain his so-called `more privileged customers.'

She had been surprised when he spelled out his plans for the coming evening.

"Me? A prize for the villagers?"

"No, nothing that simple," he'd sneered in return. "The villagers won't be 
able to win. The contest is rigged. You are reserved for a certain customer. 
A very good man who has certain ideas about how he could enjoy you."

A chill ran through her body as she understood what he meant. She wanted to 
ask him what ideas? Who? But she knew he wouldn't tell her or even name the 
person she was meant to entertain. Sighing once again, she went to her room 
to prepare herself for the coming evening.

* * *

He had laid the clothes that he wanted her to wear on her bed as was his 
usual custom. She pulled on the body corset with ease and fastened it 
tightly under her breasts. She looked at the rest of the clothes and began 
to wonder just what sort of entertainment she was going to be providing that 
evening. The scanty pants and the suspender belt were not going to leave 
much to anyone's imagination, but at least the silky stockings were going to 
give her a small amount of dignity for a time.

She donned the low cut evening gown before clasping a silver chain around 
her neck. This hung down into her cleavage drawing even more attention to 
her breasts. After putting on her high heeled shoes, she finally dressed up 
her hair, lifting it up from her shoulders and pinning it with silver clips. 
She took a final glance in the mirror and silently grimaced. At least she 
could still look like a lady even if she didn't feel like one. Smiling 
ruefully at her reflection, she left the room to go to her fate.

As she passed the hallway on the way to the outer door, she retrieved the 
bag of surprises which her husband had left for her. She knew that these 
were to be passed on to the gentleman for his enjoyment. She didn't dare 
look to find out what thrills he would be expecting that night. Someone was 
sure to see if she did and report back to her husband. She didn't like to 
displease him and feel his anger; she would just have to be discreet.

* * *

The car drove up as she left the house. The occupant was glad to see that 
she had made sure that he wouldn't be kept waiting for her. After all, it 
wasn't good for a man of his standing to be seen sitting alone in the car. 
He drove up alongside her, applied the brakes and opened the door.

She glided in effortlessly and gave him a weak smile. He laughed at her 
sarcastically, "Surely you can do better than that. I've paid enough for my 
evening of pleasure." Amelia tried to give him a brighter smile as he 
engaged the car's engine and drove away.

He pulled up outside a large house and turned off the engine. He reached for 
Amelia's bag and looked inside. Amelia noticed his bemused smile and heard 
him say, "Looks like we are going to be having some fun tonight."
She felt her heart miss a beat as she tried to acknowledge him. She never 
knew what was going to happen, the best she could hope for was that he 
wouldn't hurt her and she would be safe.

Amelia got out of the car and he walked with her to the door of the house. 
Her heart started beating faster as they went inside. She stood in the long 
hallway waiting for him to tell her what to do. He hurried over to the 
middle of the hall and pulled up the trapdoor before beckoning her down.

She followed him slowly taking care on the steps. At the bottom he took her 
into his arms and started to fondle her body as his lips found hers and he 
gave her a long hard kiss. Amelia felt his teeth biting her tongue as she 
tried to respond.

Amelia looked around the room and noticed chains and other crude equipment 
hanging from the walls. She shuddered. He noticed her response.

"Those, my girl, are for the ones that don't behave. I do know that I'm not 
going to have any trouble from you. There again, you might want to enjoy the 
pleasures that I give to others."

Amelia gave him a weak smile before answering, "Yes, sir." She was scared 
now. She had heard the other girls discussing their meetings. `What was he 
going to do to her? Surely her husband didn't want her to be hurt. She 
thought he cared more for her than that.'

The gentleman's fingers started to fumble with her dress. His hands first 
running along the neckline and then over her shoulders to the zip at the 
back. Once his fingers had located it, he yanked at it and pulled it down 
impatiently. Amelia shivered when he ordered her to step out of her dress. 
She did as he asked and stood before him waiting for his inspection that she 
knew would surely follow.

His eyes swept up and down her body. He obviously liked what he saw because 
he pulled her closer and playfully licked her nipple before biting it. 
Amelia groaned as she felt herself respond to his touch. Her husband had 
ignored her for so long and it was something she needed. She wanted to feel 
that exhilaration once more. She just wished that it didn't have to be with 
different men all the time.

His hands ran along her body before he knelt on his knees and stroked her 
legs. His fingers fumbled with her panties and he pushed them to one side.

His tongue sought her private parts and she sighed with delight as she felt 
him suckle her. She knew she was being used but the pleasure she felt 
finally overcame any awkwardness that she'd had. She heard him grunt again 
and knew that he was aroused.

Suddenly he stopped tonguing her and slapped her across her breasts 
violently. "Slut. You aren't meant to be enjoying this. You are here to 
please me." Amelia was jolted out of her fantasy and again faced reality. 
"Yes, sir."

"Undress me, you whore. But slowly, give me pleasure as you remove each part 
of my clothing. If you displease me, I will punish you."

Amelia took a deep breath. She fought back her tears and did as he demanded. 
Her fingers slipped along the front of his shirt. Slowly she started to undo 
the buttons, one by one. Her fingers ran along his naked chest and she 
massaged his nipples before she slipped his shirt off of his shoulders. She 
nuzzled her face against him, licking and tasting his flesh. Her tongue 
sought for his nipples which she slowly licked. She felt his body stiffen as 
her tongue reached his waist line. Her fingers felt for the buttons on his 
trousers.

She knew she didn't want to endure him any longer than she had to though. 
`Hopefully he will come quite quickly and I'll be able to get back home.' 
She started to undo his trousers.

"Too soon." He barked, "What about my back?"

Amelia sighed and started to massage it carefully. She felt his muscles 
begin to relax as her gentle pummelling took effect.

She heard his slight moans and decided she could proceed. This time when her 
fingers sought his fastening, he didn't resist. Amelia knelt on her knees in 
front of him, slipped his trousers down and proceeded to follow them with 
her tongue. She licked down one of his legs before pausing at his ankle as 
he stepped out of them. Her tongue moved to his other leg and she continued. 
This time licking upwards again.

When her face neared the top of his leg again, she knew that this time he 
was aroused. She could feel his excitement pressing through his boxers on to 
her cheek. Her hands roamed up behind the loose material and she massaged 
his buttocks slowly. She heard his moan of passion and smiled to herself. 
`At least I haven't forgotten how to do this.'

She gently nibbled against his rising member with her teeth. He gasped 
before his arms pushed her roughly onto the floor. He lay on top of her, 
pulling her pants out of the way and entered her forcibly. Amelia gritted 
her teeth as he continued to pound inside her. `He can't continue much 
longer surely.' She thought to herself.

It seemed that she was wrong. She started to ache as his relentless 
hammering continued. She tried to move slightly but the only thing she could 
bend were her legs which she lifted and rested on his buttocks. His 
movements increased and became even faster but then they suddenly stopped. 
She felt his body stiffen before he gave a deafening roar.

His body slumped onto hers. Silence. Amelia felt the warm moisture gushing 
out of her. She tried to shift his body and partially succeeded. At least 
she could breathe once more. She wriggled her body and managed to free her 
leg which had become trapped under him. He didn't move. Amelia waited for a 
short time and then pulled her arm away. She was free of him.

She stood up, retrieved her dress and climbed the steps as fast as she 
dared. Once she was on the other side of the trap door, she put on her dress 
and silently let herself out of the house.

Sighing with relief she ran across the road as fast as she could into the 
dense woodland opposite his house. It wasn't easy as the tight dress she was 
wearing restricted her movements but she was determined to get as far away 
from him as she could.

She finally slowed her step when the trees thinned out and she could see the 
sides of the valley again. She started to relax when she spied a lake. She 
decided to sit beside it while she collected her thoughts.

`I never want to have an experience like that again. I can't go on living 
this way. I need to get out but where can I go?'

She looked down at her dress and saw that it had been torn in a few places 
from the brambles that had been growing amongst the trees. Her delicate 
shoes were no more as they were covered in mud. She realised that she had a 
decision to make and weighed up her options. Should she go home and plan her 
escape or should she just leave now?

`It would be difficult to leave right now. Where would I get some more 
clothes from? I couldn't walk around in these all day. If I return home 
though, what would my husband do to me?' A voice screamed at her inside her 
head, `You can't go back to him.' She then knew what she had to do.

Amelia took a closer look at her surroundings. She spotted the remains of an 
old mine shaft and decided that would be a safe place for the night. Once 
she had slept for a while, she would feel less scared and be able to collect 
her thoughts. She headed towards it gratefully.

To be continued...



I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 
Please address comments to esu_migabe@hotmail.com

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(c)Esu Migabe 2006

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