Renya...Futa sex-slave.

*sighs* Okay... This story is something I wrote...well Wrote isn't the word I would have used so much as; it was an RP from many years back that my ex-partner and I turned into a little bedroom game and I wrote some chapters of a story for randomly when I was bored. I just found them and I've gathered the courage to post what I can of them. Some of them are based on the RP, some are based on bedroom antics, and some a purely created on the fly. I love to write...even if in my own opinion I can't do it very well... so there are bound to be mistakes, English is my second language as I've said in previous story posts, so be kind but be truthful in replies... I'll post all the chapters in a few posts, I'll take advice I got and make bigger font. There will be a few, well a lot, of plot holes because none of the chapters were written in the same month and often not even in the same year, so bear with that if you can manage.

Chapter 1: Of being sold…

Renya couldn’t believe how things had come to this. She was sitting now in on a cot in a white room not unlike a doctor’s office. She was currently alone in the room, it’s simple unadorned white walls lacking even a single window felt somehow oppressive to her. And why wouldn’t it? She had just been bought as a slave.

She didn’t really want to remember how she has been paraded before many prospective buyers, hundreds of men and a few women too, they leered at her as she stood before them. They began shouting out amounts, each larger than the last until finally the auctioneer yelled sold. Renya had be very embarrassed and ashamed, she held back tears during the whole event, she didn’t even know who had finally ended up buying her life, that worried her greatly. There were horror stories about slave market buyers that were little more than cannibals buying slave to make into a meal. She deeply hoped that would not be the case with her.

She had be quickly transported in a windowless carriage, during the trip she continued to hit tears and her own imagination. She kept having frightening thoughts, of whips, of chains and of brutal, painful, humiliating sex. She knew that most women bought as slave ended up as sex toys, she didn’t really fear that, sex feels very good to her and if it was just normal sex, maybe with some blowjobs thrown in she could manage. But like many young woman she had heard all the stories; beatings, anal sex (the thought had always scared but aroused her but she had never tried it out of embarrassment), and of coursed the bondage. Being tied down is frightening for anyone.

The carriage stopped. She felt a sudden flash of fear and adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster. Boots feet walking on cobblestones could be heard somewhere ou