Expensive Toy

It was a place that he'd heard about many times before, but never thought he'd visit. There were rumors all around about it, but he didn't care; he was a man with a mission. He had heard, over several rounds of ale from a friend at a tavern about their newest acquisition, a creature of beauty and feminine charms that he'd never seen the equal of before. A picture was painted with slurred words, one of erotic quality that he'd not dared dream of. She was buxom beyond belief, with a lovely face and lips made for pleasure, her long silken hair in pigtails, perfect for when she was on her knees.

He had to see this woman, he had to experience all that his friend bragged about and perhaps more. He gathered up his money, even sold some things to ensure that he had enough; such a rare delight wasn't cheap, even if the city in which he lived was not on the higher end of society. He was nervous and a little jumpy, he tried his best to ensure that nobody he knew would see him entering that place of ill-repute



Slowly, he entered the poorly lit and foul smell cell. He could hear the pained and pathetic cries of some poor breasts in the darkness beyond, but his eyes were fixated ahead, the seeming center of what little light there was to be had; a woman, blindfolded and chained to the other side of the cell. Her arms were behind her back, obviously her wrists were chained to the bars.

His eyes leered as they moved along her form, she was quite the lovely sight. She was a buxom thing with a magnificent pair of large, milky breasts clad in only a simple low cut purple top that clung to her breasts at nipple level. Showing a vast amount of cleavage, she seemd to only enhance their side further by wearing a corset about her waist, which served to only push them up further, as if offering the world a better look at what she had to offer.

She didn't seem to be aware of his presence, he could see her chest rising and falling slowly; there were no signs of panic or distress. But, that changed as he came closer, as she could hear his footsteps. Suddenly, she seemed to come to life and shook her head furiously in a "no" fashion, her two long pigtails whipping about. It was so odd, watching this reaction but not hearing her; perhaps she was taught not to speak by her owners. Or maybe she can't speak... not anymore.

His pace slowed upon her reaction, but he didn't stop or turn back; he paid a hefty sum for this, and he wanted to get his moneys worth. He had expected something like this, she was after all an object to be used sexually by men; that was her sole purpose in life now that she was in a place like this. But her reaction, the fear he could feel from her body language as she trembled and kept shaking her head... it was such a shock to him. But her actions in the end got him to come closer; all of this movement was getting her chest moving, her breasts swaying. He focused on those round, firm orbs and found that it was easier for him to come to her while looking, leering... all the while thinking that soon, so very soon he would be fondling them, sucking them.

He forced himself into a state of lust so strong that it overrode his pity for her, his own disgust with himself and the shock of her sudden reaction to his presence. The short distance toward her after that was a blur, his mind so hazed by desire that for years to come he wouldn't be able to tell how long it took to get to her. Before he knew what was happening he was standing in-front of his prize, his hands already grabbing at her breasts. She whimpered and writhed at his touch, her body jerking as she tried to get away from him... but at the same time, give him better access to what he wanted the most.

Even as he fondled her, as he mauled her breasts with rough, merciless squeezes she didn't say a word, the only sounds that came from between her pretty little red lips were gasps and whimpers. Her wrists struggled against the chains, making them rattle against the bars as she writhed; he couldn't help but watch her in action. She contradicted herself so many times over, her mind telling her to get away while her body told her to get closer; she would all but arch her back and then suddenly pull back, only to arch it against. All of this made her breasts jiggle, and it served to only entice him further.

Perhaps his mind finally began to clear, or perhaps it was just dumb luck; either way he snapped from his lust filled trance and looked at the woman he was molesting. She was a beautiful creature, her skin so smooth and pale... he couldn't help but want to touch and caress her. His hands even removed themselves from what he had claimed and slowly, he began to do just that; caress her bare skin. He ran his finger tips along her chest, making her squirm as her touched the bare tops of her breasts and slowly wormed his fingers into the glorious valley between them, only to pull out and move to her shoulders.

He lingered there, at her shoulders for a few, long moments, fingers moving in lazy circles, giving her time to wonder where they may be going next. Then, so very slowly, then began to move ever upwards, toward her slender neck; the moment he came into contact with it she shuddered and bit her lower lip. He found this curious and, naturally he decided to explore the cause behind it. He caressed and touched her neck with slow, gentle, deliberate sweeps of his fingers, feeling her body shake and tremble, hearing little sounds escape as she tried to contain them.

Her entire upper chest and cheeks were growing very flushed, it seemed as though her neck was a very sensative area for her. She was trying her best not to moan, not to cry out in pleasure; she didn't want this man to know that he was pleasuring her, that he was making her horny! But he knew, she wasn't doing a very good job in hiding it at all.

With a fiendish grin on his face, his fingers moved further up, to her face, his palms caressing her cheeks as his fingers touched her ear lobes; she thought that it was over, that her little "secret" was safe... but then, all of a sudden and out of the blue he leaned forward and planted his lips on her neck. She yelped loudly, but it turned into a long, drawn out moan the instant his tongue quickly flicked against her tender flesh. He made sure to keep it up, opening his mouth and sucking in some of her flesh, giving her the beginnings of a hicky while his tongue lapped at her skin.

She writhed and squirmed in pleasure while losing her self control, the desire to not let this man see her as a woman who was enjoying being his play thing was a thing of the past. He pressed his body against her own with sudden force and pressure, their chests squishing together, her large breasts were all but being crushed. She found this to be more enjoyable, however; the squirming and writhing was grinding her already hard nipples against the fabric of her top and mashing them into his solid body.

She was close to begging him to do more with his hands, but that was out of the question; her owns were very strict about their property speaking out of turn.