Rented Flesh (Part One)

Arising one morning she was grasped by the arm by one of her Master's men and told she was being rented out to someone per the Brewer's command. At first larl said nothing, but as soon as he snapped the leash to her collar (of which was still a plan band of steal with no markings that the Master put on her when her old house collar was removed...Brewer never having put his own about her throat) and tried to lead her from the room she lifted her hands, and frantically tried to unhook the leash. Bare feet planted to the floor as she leaned back into a position that looked as if she were trying to sit down in a chair.

"No please! I'll be good! Tell him I'll be good!" she cried out as the guard yanked on that long length of leather to pull her off balance so she can flying forward and right smack into him. Grinning down at her he reached around and grasped a handful of ass. "You best be good to the Man I am bring you to or the Brewer, your Master, might beat you senseless. She was nude as she had just awoke, and she begged to be allowed to put her silks on, and the guard refused.

Larl was led through the brewery, and out into the street where lar torvis was just beginning to rise in the morning sky. She lifted a hand to shield those obsidian pools as the cool morning air enveloped her statuesque form. Pillowy breasts jiggled and bounced as the sleek muscles of her tone legs flexed beneath caramel hued flesh. When they arrived at their destination which seemed as if it were just one block over from 6th street high heavy doors made of tem wood creaked open. The court yard of the house was lavish, and full of greenery which was a stark contrast to the street just outside that was paved in cobblestone and dusty.

A man stepped from the house and larl was forced down to her knees by her Master's guard. She went down without her usual grace and sensuality, but instinct had her adjusting quickly. She tucked her bare feel under the curve of her ass and slowly parted those shapely thighs. The sun caught the natural highlights of her long, lustrous mane as it spilled down her bare back. The man that had stepped from the house remarked, "Yes, she is the one." One what? She had never seen this man before! She raked her brain trying to recall if she had ever served him before.

Brewer's guard chuckled his reply, "The Brewery ask that he not maim her, but other than that he is free to do with her as he pleases." He? Larl quickly surmised that the man she was now kneeling before in a bawdy pose of nadu wasn't the Master who had rented her. It was about then that she lifted her small chin, eyes squinting against lar torvis. A figure moved away from the balcony just as she peer up at it.

Brewer's guard reached down and smoothed his hand over the crown of her head, "Remember that you are to be found pleasing slut." With that said, he unsnapped the leash from her collar, and turned to make his way out of those tall heavy wood doors that led back out to the street. When the closed that creaking noise drove home the fact that she was now in a strange place, and had just heard that whoever it was that had rented her basically was given carte blanche. The Master before her snapped his finger, and indicated to her to rise. "Follow me slut," he instructed as he turned, and climbed a few steps that ran the entire length of the house. From the court yard she moved into the house which had an open air feel.

As they passed through various rooms she noted that all the windows and doors were open to let in the natural light. larl seemed to relax, and her curious nature had her gaze drifting over the walls to spy large paintings of exotic settings. There were plush rugs, and birds in cages in cages somewhere off in another room. They climbed a three flights of stairs before he led her to a room, and carefully opened the door. "I suggest you get ready to beg....no....make that plead." His words were followed with a grin that made the blood in her veins run ice cold. No sooner than she had stepped inside the doors were drawn shut, and she was left alone--or so she thought.

To be continued.