{Believe me, this has happened.
My best friend helped me remember it and re-tell the story. No, no, re-live the story.}
Dedicated to all the sweet words we say when we make love but fail to feel afterwards. Until he comes along. And we believe.
A big thank you to my editor, as always.
Hell is Loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.
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She was forcefully presented to the short, dark skinned owner of the place.
She was tired, her face streaked with tears and dirt, her clothes all ripped and torn and her hair like a tangled mess around her face and on it.
"Those are the slaves from the wrecked ship sir" a guard shouted.
All men of the ship slaughtered and there were three women from 18 to 23, all returning home from a trip to buy perfume and jewelry at rich places around the Mediterranean when their ship drifted to some unknown African shore.
The short man looked up and down the women; two of them curvy and honey skinned, typical Mediterranean bodies with long black hair. The other one somewhat skinnier but full in her hips and pale. She wasn't what would make him excited but he knew she would catch a good price among travelers. If she only was good natured and obedient.
"What's your name White?"
She didn't answer and looked away. No, she wasn't obedient.
"Send them to the women to clean and oil them. I will have the shorter brunette one. Go now."
To the women chambers they were assigned to old women who knew their job; they had been taking care and training slaves to be whores for years...
The golden red haired was passed to Angelica. She was a short and skinny woman of an age no one could tell, with sharp eyes and mind. She had never had a man in her life but she knew all the tricks about the male and female body when they were together.
"Well, well.... It's been a while since we had a white girl... what's your name honey?"
She still looked rigid. She looked tough. She was still angry at her fate. She only wanted to buy some rare perfumes and she was happy to travel. Angelica saw that she was lost in her thoughts. She approached and held her chin to make her look at her.
"I asked you something sweetheart. What's your name?" Angelica's voice was sweeter now.
"Rebecca."
"Give me your palm Rebecca..." the old lady asked. There was something in her aura...
Rebecca reluctantly gave it to her.
Angelica studied it and suppressed a scream.
"Come on, let's get you ready."
All the wall Rebecca had up until then came crushing down when Angelica got her into a hot bathtub, a hamam as she called it. She didn't cry when she was dragged out of her cabin or when Angelica ripped her already torn clothes or when the short, fat man dismissed her. She did now. She sat on the tub and cried quietly and endlessly for half an hour, all the time she was in the steamy hot water. Her eyes were red but dry when Angelica scrubbed her twice and then dried her with an impressively soft fabric.
Her hair and body was feeling fresh and she smelled of strong perfume as Angelica put her on a hard bed. She saw some glass containers and understood they were essential oils. Rebecca felt her whole body being oiled and massaged. By the time Angelica had reached her hair and face Rebecca had passed out.
Angelica took her time. She warmed a mixture of jasmine and bergamot and slid the mixture over her legs, stopping at the crease of her mound, admiring the unusual sight of golden red hair framing her pussy. She went on oiling her, over her soft hair and her lips, giving out a soft moan only she could hear. She looked intently at her relaxed face and wondered what emotional pain she would have to endure in her life... and in her subsequent lives.
She oiled her full but not large breasts and rolled her finger around her nipples, went up to her neck and traced her mouth and nose. The easy part was over. Now she had to learn to please a man. Any man.
Angelica let her sleep on, on that hard surface, covering her with a thin sheet.
Later at night, there was a familiar knock on the wooden door, Angelica knew so well.
Two men came to take the new slave's virginity and make her acceptably ready to be presented to paying men from tomorrow.
One was a young, dark soldier, a little shy but much eager named Shi and the other was a large, bald, experienced merchant with rough manners named Vic.
Angelica woke her up gently and held her face until Rebecca realized she wasn't home or even on that ship.
She gently kissed her lips and nodded to the men to undress.
She sensed Rebecca's fear and covered her face with hers, whispering soothing words and caressing her breasts. All of that went wasted the moment Rebecca felt a rough hand on her inner thigh, pushing her legs open and an equally rough voice ordering her to keep still. Another pair of hands grabbed her tits, pushing Angelica's hand away.
The first one, Shi, was already sweating and pushing his cockhead into her virgin entrance and using her tits, while Vic was holding her legs spread and telling her to shut up and take the pain cause soon she would like it so much she would beg for their cocks.
Angelica was still holding her head and felt the ripping pain of the inexperienced thrust of the young soldier who had moved his hands from her tits to her hips, tearing her insides with every move, bringing her cervix closer to each thrust. Rebecca was screaming but was lucky that the soldier came so quickly. Still, the pain wouldn't go away.
Vic slapped her face softly and made her turn to his side. Shi was breathing hard and caressing absent mindedly her legs when Vic pressed his cock on her lips and told her to suck him. Rebecca didn't register to her brain what that meant. She opened her mouth because he ordered her to and suddenly she felt him trying to fit! She opened her eyes wide, trying to withdraw but Angelica held her head softly in place and whispered to her how men liked that and that she had to do what Vic said and that she'd love it one day... Rebecca heard him moan and grunt, felt him swell and almost gagged and felt out of breath. She was lucky that he decided to come out and cover her mouth and face with his thick sperm.
Shi was feeling hard again, stroking his cock, but Angelica waved to him that she needed rest and they left, leaving Rebecca with a bruised body and brain, blood between her legs and a pain that held her on her back speechless when she wanted to scream and run away.
Angelica took her to the bath again, cleaned her and oiled her carefully and got her onto the hard bed.
She let her sleep and she knew her screams were from the nightmares. Most of the girls had them.
The next day never really came because Rebecca slept through the day and woke up when the sun was setting. Angelica was there to feed her, caress her hair and watch her drift back to sleep.
