This is my first story I have ever submitted, so if you would like to leave any comment I would love to know!!! Again first time!! Hope you enjoy, for I have enjoyed it yet so far!!! This is all fiction, nothing is true!! And all over 18!
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~ Ahhh....I remember the day, the day my life changed. When my freedom was taken, like the breath of air hissing away from your body.
I remember when I was little with all my siblings, and my mother yelling across the meadow from the little cottage, "Hurry up my little ones, it is dinner time!"
We would all come running, scurrying to get to the best pickings first, eight of us, all fighting, but all fed equally.
~ From the sounds of things my life sounded simple, easy, nothing to ever worry about. Yet, my story would be boring and pointless to tell.
My mother was until the day she died, a servant to the lord of the Na' Tuva. Na' Tuva meant, Fierce and Loved, they were fierce yes, but not loved.
Our lord, Frederick Na' Tuva was the perfect example of your scariest nightmare, just the look of him would make the bravest man feel his bodily fluids run down his leg.
My story did not start until I was at the age of eighteen, the age of marrying, yet my mother would not let me for my father had died, and it is not allowed for the mother to arrange a dowry nor a match.
My mother had went to the Lord, asking for help with this, seeing my father was a trusted man for him until sickness took him away two years before, a sickness that changed my life forever more.
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~ Let me explain something before I get ahead of myself.
The sickness I talked of, was the reason why my life changed, I went from child to women in mere moments. My father was the reason we kept together, never starving, and without him I with my mother went to work in the Lord's home, cleaning after him and his family.
The Lord trusted father more then he trusted his own family, for father never lied and treated everyone fairly. Yet, when I became seventeen that was the first time I saw how a man and a woman became one.
It was something I will never forget. I had just gotten yelled at again, for not scrubbing the floor right, or for dusting, or washing windows correctly, and the matron lady told me to go outside with the grounds keepers and work out there, to keep my mind out of her air.
~ I walked toward the small bushes, near the thick woods, where no one but me dares to go near, I never truly understood why until then.
The woods were told to us at a young age, that they were haunted, and to stay out. War ghost hauntings or ladies who lost their loves, or my favorite the lady who killed her husbands!
The stories never stopped me though, but were good at keeping others out. My nature though had tendencies to never be to kind to me.
I had, at the time, was on the outskirt, when I heard a man and a women in the woods.
I had to go tell them to get out that it was terrible to be there, actually any reason to make sure that I was going to be alone to do what I want.
But, what I saw instead, I never would forget that is for sure. For what I saw was no danger, but two people acting so oddly so different from anything I have ever seen before!!!
~ I saw the male take his pole in hand and waved it in front of the lady's mouth, telling her to put it in and suck it. My eyes were glued, watching her rosy lips moved around his pole, as her head bobbed up and down, his hands grasping her hair tightly, breathing getting harder and higher.
