=This story will contain dominants and submissives of both sexes, you have been warned. All persons taking part in sexual activity are 18 years or older. This first chapter gets a little dark, with a mention of suicide. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the story :) =
It was early evening, and Tarnished was hauling water from the well when someone pushed her from behind. She went crashing into its stone railing, nearly hitting her nose against its edge before she managed to catch herself. As it was, the bucket went flying, drenching her in the process. She shivered from the cold spring water and looked up to see who had pushed her. Letitia and her friends stood there smirking at her, and Tarnished groaned internally. Here we go again.
"Sorry, my bad," Letitia said disingenuously, and her friends laughed as if on cue. "But you should watch where you stand. Someone might hurt themselves with your bulk in the way." Letitia was making a dig at Tarnished's tall frame, or at least she would be tall if she could stand upright without excruciating back pain. The well was out of the way, and Tarnished saw no bucket in any of the other girl's hands. They had no real reason to be here, so it was more likely that Letitia had saught Tarnished out just to mess with her, as she liked to do.
Tarnished thought Letitia should be dominant by how she acted and not wear an unclaimed submissive's breezy robes. They were not really robes, but long pieces of cloth draped over their bodies so that their front and back were covered down to about mid-thigh. Belts cinched them tight around the waist and accentuating their bodies in the process. The sides were open for the world to see, and Tarnished stared in envy, wishing, not for the first time, that she could be like them.
"What's wrong, Tarnished? Not gonna say anything?" Letitia smirked down at her soaked form, her own frumpy robes sticking to her twisted body, knowing full well that what would come out wouldn't be pretty. "Didn't think so," she concluded without really giving Tarnished a chance to talk if she had wanted to.
Letitia started running her hands slowly up her perfect thighs and then up her sides and under the robe. "Tomorrow, I'll be owned," her hands grabbed her heaving breasts under the robe and started to play with them, accentuating Tarnished's completely flat chest in the process. "Taken out of this humdrum little town for a life of fun and debauchery," despite the hostility behind the words, the concept still aroused Tarnished. To be so completely owned and subjugated by someone was her life's greatest wish, but she knew it would never happen.
Her lousy back was one thing, making her constantly hunched over. Her figure was atrocious, with no tits to speak of and hips as straight as a board. She'd been called mannish by the more cruel townspeople and big-boned by well-meaning strangers. The worst thing was her voice, it came out slow, and she had trouble forming complete sentences, making people think she was stupid. She wasn't, not really, inside Tarnished was just like everyone else, and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn't make people see that. It was like she was a slut trapped in an ogre's body.
"Let's show her girls," Letitia said, and they all nodded at each other and smiled at Tarnished with cruel anticipation. They turned their backs on her, flipped up their robes, and as one bent over. Tarnished was left staring at four perfectly plump round asses, their wet sexes glistening below, as a good slut's cunt should. Between their cheeks peeked out four small jeweled butt plugs, glittering at her like stars in the night, and Tarnished gasped. "That's right, Tarnished, we have begun anal training, isn't it fantastic?" Letitia said in self-satisfaction as she stood back up to face her. Tarnished could only nod in response, feeling sorry for herself as her jealousy flared up to new heights. "My new master will be so pleased. He might just take me then a there," she had a dreamy look in her eyes as she imagined the scene, so did Tarnished if she was honest.
"And while I'm getting my ass fucked, you'll be hiding away in some barn somewhere, awaiting the rest of your sexless, prudish life stuck in this town." She held out her hands at their surroundings as if they had personally offended her. "I'm serious, Tarnished. You'll not ruin my perfect moment with your presence," Letitia suddenly bent down and grabbed Tarnished's face. She squeezed hard, nails digging in. "Are we clear?" Tarnished nodded as tears came to her eyes and immediately ran away crying as Letitia let her go, chased by their cruel laughter.
A few hours later, Tarnished finally managed to calm herself down from her crying fit. She had run straight to her little house on the edge of town and thrown herself on her bed, not even bothering to change out of her wet clothes. Why can't Letitia and her so-called friends just leave me alone? Tarnished thought as she roused herself from her bed to get a spare set of clothes to wear. Letitia was the town mayor's daughter and should by Tarnisheds reconning not need to be so cruel. But no, the brat had everything handed to her on a silver platter, and it had spoiled her rotten. Letitia seemed to need to assert herself over others, and Tarnished was just an easy target.
She got out another one of her robes and donned it, throwing the other one in a basket to be washed later. It could be compared to the robes the nuns down at the temple wore in that it covered most of her body. But where the nun's robes were sleek and sexy, clinging to their bodies and leaving little to the imagination, leaving a viewer to wonder at the delights hidden beneath. Tarnished's robes were loose-fitting, not intended to accentuate her body but to hide it. In all of Tarnisheds imaginings and dreams, it was always someone else doing the fucking and sucking, or if it was her, she had another body. Where she was someone to be sought after and possessed, where someone actually wanted to master her.
That depressing thought made her pause, staring at herself in the mirror. Letitia's words came back to her that she had forbidden Tarnished from attending the auction tomorrow. They echoed around in her head over and over as she stared at her own reflection. At one point, she had made an effort with her appearance, styling her hair and putting on make-up. Bradley, the town stud, had even fucked her. Tarnished remembered how happy she had been that night, thinking that it was possible, that if Bradley could fuck her that good, then surely someone would want to own her. Oh, what a fool she had been. Hair, make-up, and a can-do attitude did not a slut make.
Tarnished had found out later that Bradley had been ordered to fuck her by his mistress, something about being able to stay hard even though he wasn't attracted to the one he was fucking. It had all come crashing down then, and she had stopped trying to make herself out to be something she was not. Her reflection in the mirror seemed only to confirm what Letitia had said to her, and Tarnished grew suddenly angry. Why was it always the cruel ones who got what they wanted? Letitia doesn't deserve the life she's living. It should be me that everyone clamored over, for I am a true slut, at least on the inside. Her twisted body, unkempt hair, and tiered eyes seemed to mock Tarnished as she hurled her hairbrush at the mirror with a snarl.
Her anger turned to regret as she watched the glass break into a million pieces and fall to her floor like glittering snowflakes. She regretted both the broken mirror and her angry thoughts towards Letitia, for she knew they weren't true. The other girl longed for a master just as much as Tarnished did, but why did she have to rub it in Tarnished's face? Anyone brave enough to purchase Letitia would have to have a firm handle on her or risk being mastered in turn. Tarnished could picture it. A life of daily punishments and hard use was just what she wanted but could never have.
Maybe it was better if Tarnished could just disappear. She didn't fit in. It was as simple as that. People grew awkward around her as if they didn't know what to do with her or how to treat her. Well, they wouldn't have to try so hard to fit her into their worldview if she was gone. She stared down at the shards littering her floor and caught her eyes in a particularly large one. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? She could just slit her wrists and let herself fade away. She would be no one's problem then, and she wouldn't have to endure the life Letitia predicted for her. There were still people who cared for her, people she would call friends, but was it truly worth it if she couldn't become the shameless slut she wanted to be?
The decision was taken out of her hands as someone banged on her door, making Tarnished jump in surprise at the sudden sound. "I know you're in there, girl," came a demanding voice as the insistent knocking continued. "If you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to have to have my pet break it down." Tarnished hurried out of her bedroom and through her tiny house to the front door. The person on the other side must have heard her hurrying, for the knocking stopped before she opened the door.
Standing on the other side, with a severe look in her eyes, was Mistress Applebottom. She was an older woman, but Tarnished still thought she was beautiful. She had luxurious brown hair done up in ringlets cascading down to her bare shoulders and the most intense green eyes Tarnished had ever seen. They could make her quiver with a glare as they were now, and quiver Tarnished did. She thought they would have been about the same height if Tarnished could stand upright, as it was, the Mistress stared down at her, only intensifying the effects of the glare.
"Where have you been, girl? You should have been done with your rounds hours ago. I should have you spanked for skipping work," the Mistress accused, and Tarnished wanted to hide in a corner. She could have slapped herself for forgetting. She was not Mistress Applebottom's slave, so her threat of a spanking was an empty one. That honor went to the man attached to the other end of the leash the Mistress was holding.
Mistress Applebottom was wearing a beautifully embroidered corseted dress. It was very modest in some ways as the dress material went all the way down to the ground, giving no hint of the Mistresses legs. In other ways, it was not, as the corset cups only served to support her delicious-looking breasts from beneath, leaving her pink puffy nipples free for everyone to see. Tarnished's mouth watered at the sight, and she could feel her cunt warm between her legs. That was nothing compared to the view at the end of the leash.
