1. The Village 4: Raisa


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy. Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed. The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted a****l heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other a****ls’ trophies on the wall of the room. In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared. The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired. The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sl**p. &#034Wake up! You must get your ...
    bath.&#034 The slave girl was shaking Raisa. Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa. &#034You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me.&#034 She said. Raisa pulled back. &#034NO! Does he have to stay?&#034 &#034Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you.&#034 &#034Oh, please make him go!&#034 Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him. &#034I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help.&#034 The girl said. Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured a****l. She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet. Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room. The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face ...
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