by Tman
“Will she be going in the trunk, milady?” The auction house guard that had escorted the slavegirl down to the parking garage asked, when the sleek luxury vehicle had rolled up to the loading apron.
“No, she’s not LUGGAGE; she’ll travel in the back seat.” Mistress Meioh stated matter-of-factly to the newly-designated idiot.
The chastised guard stepped back as a liveried chauffeur relieved him of any further decision making by stepping forward, taking Ranma by the arm, steering her towards the open door of the vehicle, and pushing her inside towards a rearward-facing seat in the front of the stretched interior.
Still wearing only a thin robe, sandals, and her slave collar, Ranma wondered if she was supposed to sit in a seat or kneel on the floor. Her Adjustment apparently hadn’t covered that. She was still debating, when she was grabbed and pulled back into a seat.
Ranma suddenly found herself engulfed in a tight embrace...Only inches away from her face, two large violet eyes, framed by bangs of black hair, looked intensely at her with earnest and raw emotion, from the face of a slight, pale-skinned, young girl who’d been sitting in the luxury automobile. Her dark clothing and dark hair had practically camouflaged her amidst the dark leather and velvet of the car’s interior.
The slight girl looked at her with such concern and open empathy that the formerly self-reliant, recently embittered, and legally objectified Ranma found painful to be the focus of.(BR>
That embrace, however, was doing other things to Ranma that had her reeling, as her body began to respond and move on its own in ways she found disturbing, her legs opening up, her body arching to move more fully into the embrace-
“Hotaru, please!You’ve just met! Remember what I told you!...You’ll have to forgive her, Ranko; my daughter tends to be very affectionate.” Mistress Meioh smiled from the backseat where she and Master Masaki had seated themselves.
Blushing near ultra-violet, Hotaru immediately released her hug and scooted back embarassed on the limo seat...leaving Ranma limp and breathing heavily...
...oh ##&#....First with Mikado and now this? With a KID?!...That brain-butcher turned me into a damn sexfiend!!!....
Ranma was now trying to curl up and sink out of sight in the soft car seat that seemed perfectly happy with swallowing her, and that action made her mental state even worse, as the soft material of the upholstery touched her bare legs and arms. She almost whimpered as her newly heightened pleasure sensitivity blindsided her and threatened to turn her into a quivering wreck.
Setsuna saw the flushed look on her new slave and took pity on the girl. “Hotaru, dear, could you please give Ranko some water? I doubt the poor girl’s had anything to drink all day...”
The younger girl, who’d been trying to copy Ranma’s disappearing act at the other end of the car seat, jumped forward, happy for something else to do. She quickly produced a glass of water from a mini-bar from behind a panel in the car interior, and offered it to Ranma.
Ranma dared an inquiring look towards her masters. Setsuna nodded in the affirmative, Masaki mirroring the action, and with permission given, Ranma gratefully took the offered glass, bowing her thanks, demurely sipping the cold water, even though her suddenly raging thirst demanded that she gulp it down. Gulping wasn’t feminine, it wasn’t polite, and it didn’t reflect well on a properly mannered slave...or so her Adjustment interjected.
Regardless, the precious fluid was quickly downed. Glass empty, but her thirst now fully active, her previous discombobulation forgotten, Ranma tentatively gestured with the glass. Beaming, Hotaru refilled the cup for her.
It was then that Ranma suddenly became aware that the large vehicle was in motion, already silently slidding out of the auction house’s parking garage and into daylight on the street. Her situation momentarily forgotten, she looked outside as her recent prison passed behind her. Down the end of the street, she could see what looked like police cars and a crowd, and then the limo was speeding down the road, turned the corner, and merged onto the highway...
Towards her future...
The limousine’s departure did not go unnoticed. From vantage points on and above the street, a number of binoculars were lowered as the car passed out of sight, telephoto lenses whirred, cameras clicked, and notes taken.
Behind one set of lowered spyglasses, high above the street, a young and angry countenance scowled.
The fiends! They spirit the prize of the redhaired beauty and the love she obviously holds for me out of my reach, thinking to hold her hostage, like the common thieves and scoundrels they are! Do they not know that true love conquers all?! Well, know this, bandits of the heart! The justice of Heaven is sure and swift!
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(Posted Mon, 28 Dec 2009 17:37)
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