("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Bargain Blonde by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A vignette about a handicapped man who finds a lovely girl in the slave market. (MF, bd) *** I seldom went through the slave market, but this Saturday it was on my way to the tailor's shop and this young blonde caught my eye, her arms of course tied behind a post, thrusting out her fine, full breasts. Blondes were rare and young ones even rarer. She had obviously been brought to heel with some nasty work for one eye was swollen shut and her upper thighs and belly were bruised. There were a dozen red stripes on her back and buttocks. I spread her legs and fingered her vulva and found it tight but swollen as if roughly used. She shuddered and looked away. "Name?" I asked her, my hand on her smooth haunch, thumb on her soft belly. She shook her head. "Gone." I turned and found the seller who would soon auction them off. "How much for the fair-haired girl, the battered one?" He smiled foully. "I enjoyed her. Good piece. Fifty thousand." "I'll give you ten ounces of gold," I told him. "A small assayed bar." He stroked his chin. "That's only what... eighteen, twenty?" "Roughly, but she's in poor condition. Look at her." "Fifty, master, or two such bars, twenty ounces, pure." "Ah well." I turned away and he grabbed my arm. "One bar and five thousand American." "Done," I said and grasped his hand. It was about half what he had asked, the usual discount at this bazaar. "A bargain. In a week or so she may be worth twice that. She's young. A fine piece," he laughed. "And a blonde." I smiled and strode back to the girl. "I have purchased you and you will never be sold to the highest bidder again." I tear ran down her cheek, and she shuddered as I petted her pudenda, my fingers plowing her slit. I must admit that I am grossly ugly, having been burned in the war, disfigured, my face and chest hard to look at, nothing but scar tissue. But I still have one eye and I can appreciate beauty, and I still have a cock and the usual needs. I went to my brother, where I often found sexual comfort for he had a dozen girls in his harem, and he lent me the gold and the dollars, knowing I was unlikely to repay him unless someone bought or licensed my invention, the device that allowed me to speak although I had no mouth, tongue or chin, only a sewn slit in my wrinkled throat and what remained of my vocal cords. I took the lovely girl on a leash to my room, purchasing a dark chador on the way. She was wearing only a tattered shirt and some crude sandals. I then bought the doctor who knew me to see her and he treated her wounds, examined her genitals and urged me not to use her for a week at least, said she was young but ripe and not pregnant. He gave her a shot to prevent conception and another to build up her immunity to infections. I fed her, ran my food through the blender, and we ate facing each other. She looked away often as I pried open my maw to feed myself. Watching me eat was not pleasant. "Now," I said, opening two beers, "tell me about yourself, how you got here, who you are." She shook her head. "A family friend, he killed my father right before me and hauled me away in the trunk of a car. They put me on an airplane with some other girls, young women, five I think. I'm sure I was drugged. It was a long flight and the men seated up front raped all of us, raped us savagely, right in the aisle of the airplane, on the floor. One poor girl was whipped. I saw her, skin hanging from her back. She had refused to suck a man. They dumped her body out as we descended to land. "I was not acceptable to the man who had procured me so he sold me. That man who bought me and several of his friends played with me and raped me, often two at the same time, for three or four days. They also drugged me, hashish I think. Then you saw me hung up like a piece of meat. My name is Lucy. I am sixteen and I am an American." "Were you forced to suck them?" I asked. She nodded and licked her lips." "Will you do that for me?" "Must I?" "No, but I need it." She drained her beer as I flared open my robe. She looked down and gasped. My penis had also been burned by the flames and its dark head was grossly misshapen, the foreskin gone, and it was nearly insensitive. It looked like a rope knot or some sort of odd fungus, very lumpy. But the shaft was more or less intact and heavily veined. I am well-endowed or as my American friends say, well hung, with about 20 centimeters of thick rod when fully engorged. She whimpered as she sank to her knees and licked my glans, as I still thought of it, and then sucked and licked my swelling scrotum with my swollen cock lying on her face. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her efforts and then opened them as she attempted to mouth my gross cockhead. I grasped my iron-hard shaft and got it into her mouth sideways, and she gulped and looked up at me as she hollowed her cheeks sucking and tonguing my damaged manhood and pushing it from side to side. I grasped her head and gently fucked her mouth until I ejaculated, gritting my teeth and coming several times, the semen burning its way out of me. My spend oozed from the corners of her mouth until I managed to drag my ram out, her teeth ranking it in the process. I pulled her up on my lap and hugged her. She staggered to the sink and spat and the rinsed her mouth and got us both another beer. "When I am healed, do you intend to stick that huge thing in me?" she asked I nodded, wishing I could smile. 'It will kill me." I shook my head. "I have used several of my brother's wives. They enjoyed it, so they said. They seemed to." I carried her to my bed, spread her long legs and introduced her to cunnilingus, of which I am a master despite the fact that most of my tongue is gone. She screamed and pounded on the bed covers as I forced her to climax again and again with my slitted mouth engulfing her whole vulva and my tongue root caressing her pink moist clit. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76