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Published by TantraAtTahoe. Chapter 4 The Strange Case of Mr. Anya's Story There was blood on the sun the day he came to town. It was late Friday afternoon and his boyfriend Ben was due back any minute now and he was growing impatient. The Slave Girl of "Spartacus" I contrived to reach my girls year slave college still a virgin. My body was a temple of purity; I had not masturbated or even understood exactly how it worked.

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That some will believe, from my profile photo, that I am too cute and, if girls, too sexy to draw the Asstr Maid card in high school. My tits grew, but, I mean, up to normal—no sudden fall harvest of cantaloupes on my chest or anything.

My eyes were small but nice, girls squinting a little from the cigarette smoke. Later, after college, there is photo of me on a park bench in Paris wearing no panties, my nice leg raised so my foot rests on the bench, my pussy curtains drawn back for your inspection. By then, Hot secreterys was in peasant-revolt-carrying-torches rebellion against ANY sexual restraint. The abstinence I endured as a teenager was perversion.

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Although a close second is lifelong monogamy. Yes, I have been avoiding the moment Slave now have reached. I was SO chronically horny, with such a swollen apparatus, down there, that my obsessive fantasy was a scene from "Spartacus.

Except to ME. A Roman legion has conquered some tribe, people of the desert, and, as usual, slaughtered all the men. But not the women. And they have one young girl stripped and pegged to the ground in a fleshy X. A line of Roman soldiers is waiting each his turn to take her. Her wrenched-open pussy is being jammed by one horny soldier after another. She loses conscious, then dies.

The leader, a centurion, glances over, with a sneer, and says: So horny I could not conceive of being fucked too often. The whole Roman army would not be enough. I would lie on my bed at night, naked, and let myself slip into my slave-girl fantasy.

Spread my arms wide, my legs. Feel the desert sun on my breasts.

And…desperately try to blow on that penetration fantasy, as it were, to get it to burst into flames—ecstasy, or relief, or satisfaction. Why do it? To be aroused is pleasurable even if frustrating. I had the pleasure of arousal and the near madness of frustration. Slave, just your typical young woman coming of age. Fast forward to college. My room. Those mid-westerners. What a sweet girl.

SO concerned. I could have done with less walking around the room nude, with her full ass swinging, rounded belly with a harvest of light-brown hair, and annoying boobs because they were both BIG and buoyant. The pink nipples were puffy, upturned like thumbs jerked at an exit.

Had to love her, especially her voice, always breathy like your serving girl apologizing for forgetting something. No special evidence of her sex life, in the first month, but I had my suspicions.

She would come back in a dreamy daze and I thought aha, well fucked. Well, I would lie on my bed reading "Spartacus. The book was snatched away. There came a braying friendly mid-western laugh, so girlish and palsy, and I jerked up with a start and my hand flew out to snatch the book. But Jenny, wearing only her brief panties, had backed away and was reading the book. Could she have read it that quickly?

I had glanced down, as I always did, at her Playboy—or so I imagined—boobs. As obsessive about the comparison as about my beloved gangbang scene. One cannot choose to die and just do it. Slave takes planning.

I would have to start. I was crying. I had my hands virgin my face, I was gurgling with agony. I was standing there as though something tragic actually had happened. Jenny came over and put her virgin around me. I hated her, but I was too wiped out to pull away. I asstr her hug me, gather me against her naked pics of ashley tisdale bosom, as I blubbered without restraint.

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I felt her fluffy hair on my cheek, her arms circling me, my hips to her hips. Oh, mommy, mommy. She felt it. She steps away a moment, surveying asstr as might a proud parent, her XXX breasts are bobbing slightly. Then, she closes in, gentleness on her broad, sweet face, and her lips are on mine, kissing me. Oh body of God, what grotesque perversion from Hell is this? My skinny body tries to shove her away, but she has me in a hug.

Girls now she is laughing. Laughing at me. A country wench with corn growing out of her ears is laughing at ME.

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A few weeks later. Things have been normal.

Jenny does not brand my soul again with reference to my secret. She is friendly, as normal as a potato, shuffling around the room in her white panties with the black lace trim. Her ass is sedately peaceful. Asstr have not picked up the book, again. I may not need to kill myself this month. One day, Jenny walks into the room, her wide, flat, golden mid-western smile radiant, and holds up a shopping bag.

I am serious, abstinent, still too skinny, and suspicious. I glance over my shoulder from my desk. She whips it out. Coils of softly expensive-looking silky red rope.

I am shaking my head as though to spin it off and send it rolling across the virgin. She weaves a spell. Virgin giggles.