Cuddle Slave

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Cuddle Slave

[F4A][Slavegirl][Cuddles][Sweet][It starts out dark but it gets better by the end, I promise!][NO SEX]but mentions of[Rape][Abuse][Public Use][Free Use][Whipping][Blood][Anal]but seriously I promise that it's[Wholesome]!

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We...We're here?

This is your home?

It's...It's very lovely, Master.

I'm so sorry that you had to carry me here. I promise that I'm not disobedient! I'll do everything I can to make your purchase worth it! It's just...my legs were trembling too much to walk.

Maybe it...at least felt good to carry me? I'm light, and soft, and you're so strong.

No...no, Master, I'm not really sure what I'm saying. I'm just trying to find a silver lining. I'm just hoping I haven't displeased you too much.

Won't you set me down now, Master? Trembling as I may be, I must...I must do my best to not inconvenience you further.

...No? You want to keep carrying me?

I don't understand, Master, but I will submit to your desires. Please, carry your slavegirl as much as you like.

You're going to show me around the house like this? That is...that would be wonderful, Master. Thank you.

Master...this is incredible. I must confess that I have never seen such splendor as exists in this place. Your house is so lavish. I have just been carried out of a cage with rusted, bent bars, the bottom covered in hay to sleep on. And yet, now, all around me, I see the finest silvers and golds, ivories and silks. That there, what is that couch wrapped in?

Suede? I have never heard of such a thing, Master, but I have surely never had the privilege of sleeping on anything nearly as nice. For the past weeks, at least, it has been as I said: hay on the bottom of a cage. As a slavegirl, and a poor peasant girl before that, I never imagined seeing such things. You must be an extraordinarily rich man to afford this house.

Of course, I am sure that your slave chambers are...appropriately furnished. No matter how much money you have, surely there is no reason to spend any of it on your slavegirls' comfort. Even having a torn burlap sack to use as a blanket would be an improvement to my old conditions.

You...have no slave chambers? Master, then where do you keep your slavegirls? Surely they are not allowed to eat and sleep in a house this nice.

You have no slavegirls? I am your first? Master, I do not understand...how can a man as rich as you own no slavegirlss? Surely you could afford dozens at the least.

Oh? You've stopped, Master. What room is this?

(((Her voice suddenly becomes fearful.)))

The...b-bedroom?

N-no, Master! I'm not trembling more! You must be imagining things!

	(((She says the following line more to herself than to her Master.))):

I'm not...I'm not scared...I'm brave...I'm brave...I'm brave...

I'm...I'm sorry, Master. I don't mean to...

Please, allow me to explain myself. But...only if you do not mind hearing the history of your slavegirl. I understand if you find such a thing...irrelevant.

I'm only very recently a slavegirl. I was, until a few weeks ago, a simple, poor, young peasant woman. I couldn't find work, nor a husband to support me...so I turned to selling my body for money. Being chaste until then, I thought I could negotiate a good price for my virginity...but all that accomplished was attracting slavers, who can make more money than I ever could by selling a virgin. And so, I suppose they--literally---sold my body.

At first, I supposed that being a slavegirl could be considered an improvement. Now there will be a roof over my head and some food, meager as it may be, in my stomach. That is more than I could provide for myself as an impoverished free woman.

But, before they sold me to you, I spent weeks in the slavers' cages, where I had the opportunity to...interact with more experienced slavegirls.

The other slavegirls at the auction were all experienced fuckmeat, having been sold and used many times. They had...stories to tell me...to tell the newest virgin captive.

First there was Amicia. Sweet, kind Amicia. She was the first to speak to me, the first to be kind to me. I don't know how she maintained the strength to do so...the others, while not inhospitable, seemed to have...lost the will to be friendly. I can't say that I blame them.

Amicia told me about how her Master would...use her, whenever he wanted. Every day, every night, whenever he pleased. She served as his cook, and she would make lavish meals for him while she was given next to nothing. And while she was eating, her Master would bend her over the table, forcing her face into whatever slop he fed her as he forced his cock into her. If she was sleeping, he would wake her with his body pressed over hers, his cock inside her. She could never refuse, she had no right to as his slavegirl. She simply had to accept being used, being his on-demand sex toy.

She was happy to be sold back to the slavers. In comparison, they were much less demanding.

After her, I heard from a slavegirl named Eva. She would recoil whenever a male slaver walked past her cage, like the mere thought of a man approaching her was too much to bear. After she told me her story, I understood why.

She had been the only slavegirl in her Master's village, and he took full advantage of it. He rented her out.

She spent every day locked in stockades, naked, enduring man after man who would pay to fuck her. They would line up, all the way through the village on occasion, whenever they had free time. She was practically sport for them. They never cared how sore she got, how much she cried. They just kept coming. Always another man after the last one finished. Women, on occasion, if they were just angry, wanted something to abuse. Her Master didn't care, as long as they paid.

She said that when he finally sold her back to slavers, she was so happy. At least in their cages, she wasn't being constantly used. She could rest.

And finally, there was...well, she said she didn't have a name. She said that each Master who had owned her had given her a new one, so there was no point in getting attached to any one. And the most recent Master hadn't even bothered. She was...covered in scars. Her entire body was striped up and down...I had never seen anything like it.

She told me that...Her last Master loved to whip her. Not because she'd been bad, but just because he enjoyed it.

Because he was aroused by causing her pain.

So he'd whip her until he drew blood, and then he'd fuck her while she bled. Always her ass, because he knew that was more painful for her, and always as roughly as he could. And then, when he was done, he'd do it again...to punish her for bleeding on his carpet. And, finally, when he got bored, and she was lying in horrible pain on the ground, unable to move, he would throw a rag at her and tell her to clean up her mess. He only sold her back to the slavers when...she got used to it.

When he couldn't get her to scream anymore.

I heard all of these stories from the other girls. All of them warnings, warning for the newest captive, letting me know what I should brace myself for.

So...

(((She begins to cry.)))

So...

So I hope you can understand, Master, that I'm scared. I'm so scared, Master, I'm terrified.

What will you do to me, Master? What torture could I possibly expect to experience in this huge, empty house, where there is no one to help me, no one but you?

I don't want to be used, Master, I don't want to be fucked, or to be whipped, or to bleed. I don't want to be abused.

But I am your slavegirl, Master. I am your property. I am completely at your mercy. I can do nothing but pray for your benevolence. So I'm praying, Master, I'm praying so hard.

But I am still here, in your bedroom. I am naked and trembling, waiting for you to do with me what you will, whether I want it or not.

So I am scared, Master. And although I desperately want what happens next to never happen, I know that I cannot avoid it.

So please, I beg of you Master, be gentle with me. And get it over with quickly.

Master, you're...laughing at me! Laughing at my misery! You're even crueler than I had imagined!

What do you mean I'm wrong? About everything!

I beg of you, Master, stop getting closer! Please!

...

You're hugging me?

This is what you bought me for? What's that supposed to mean?

Yes, Master, I do remember how large your house is...and how there is nobody but you in it. Even I could tell how...empty it felt.

You...were tired of having nobody to share it with? Tired of having nobody to share your life with? Tired of lying in bed alone at night?

So you bought...me? Somebody to just cuddle with at night?

You bought me to be a "cuddle slave"?

Master, I...I don't mean to be rude, but that sounds ridiculous. What is a cuddle slave? Do you not intend to do anything more with me than cuddle? Am I just a glorified body pillow?

(((She laughs for a moment.)))

A glorified body pillow is...a far better fate than I could have ever asked for.

Master, if...if you really intend to cause me no harm, if you really only want me to cuddle with you at night...Then you are far kinder than I have accused you of. I am...sorry. I am terribly sorry for suggesting that you're a cruel person. It was not my place as your slavegirl, and... you did not deserve it regardless.

If all my Master needs is cuddles, then...I would gladly fulfill my Master's needs.

(((Her voice gets all cutesy for this line.)))
And besides, I really like to cuddle too.


I can't decide which feels better, Master: the heavenly, fluffy bed beneath me or your arms wrapped around me, holding me so tenderly.


Um, Master...you can squeeze your arms around me a little tighter. I would like it if you did. You don't have to worry about squishing me, Master. I am still your slavegirl. If you want to squish me in your arms, then it's my duty to get squished.


I came here in fear that I might end up chained to my Master's bed, but...if it were your bed, Master, I would not mind. Because I know now that while I'm in it, the only visitations upon my body will be warm, gentle cuddles.


Master, I...if I may, I have a request.

I understand that it is not my place to ask this of you. Not even near it.

But...you are rich, and wonderfully kind, so...maybe...

The other slavegirls that I met...the ones who had endured so much, Amicia, Eva, and...well, I suppose she'll need a new name. They were never sold today...I was the auction's only sale.

They...they deserve a kind Master, like you. Far more than I do. Do you think...do you think that you could return to the auction tomorrow and buy them?

I'm sure that Amicia will love you immediately. She is so kind...I'm sure that as soon as she sees that you will not force yourself on her, she will stick to you like glue. And she could be your cook, make you the most wonderful meals, and finally get to taste them herself. And if you ever decide that you need a second cuddle slave, I'm sure she'd be happy to oblige!

Eva may take some time to warm up to you...but I am sure she will! I will show her how wonderful you are. She will be so excited that her new Master does not carry similar expectations to her old Master.

And...I need to think of something to call her. Well, I'm sure you will give her the most beautiful name.

I wouldn't blame her if she never trusts a Master again, but...at the very least, I'm sure your suede couch will feel better against her skin than a whip. She deserves that much.

I'm not sure what usefulness they have...besides what Amicia told me of her cooking, the cages did not offer me the opportunity to observe their skills. But I'm sure they would try their best to be useful to you. They would be more than happy to cook and clean for a kind Master such as you.