Thread: Safe at Last..........or am I? ( Angel + Josu_T )

Gloria stumbled in the dry, desert sand, a plume of dust going up with each step. The sun bared down on her and she was exhausted, it seemed like she had been running for days, but it had only been a day and a half. Her lips were cracked, dry and splitting, and her skin, along her arms, and her face was red with a severe sunburn. She looked up, squinting her eyes, she saw a tree ahead of her, and for a moment she grew desperate, running and stumbling towards it, hoping for some shelter. She also was panicked, what if the tree was just a mirage, her imagination playing a cruel trick on her mind. She got to the tree, and touched it, it was real and she let out a cry as she fell to the ground beneath it, the shade offering some form of relief. She curled up in the cool sand, trembling slightly, she didn't want to die, not yet. Yet, her eyes were fluttering and she was weak, sunburned, and dehydrated. She could remember the night she had left Rome, she had ran all night, with just a small pack of clothes, and wearing light brown moccasins to make her footsteps silent, with a pair of white cotton pants, and a white cotton shirt. She had, had to run from the King, he treated his slaves the worse, he abused them and she didn't to be a slave to him, so she had ran the night before the day she was supposed to be given to him. She had been trained since the time she was but a young girl of 15 years old, starting off with oral, and as she grew older slowly shifting to other ways of pleasuring a male. Then the day after she had turned 20, she was informed that she was to be given to the king within a day's time and the King was eager for her as she was a real beauty. With gravity defying C-34 breasts that bounce with each step, rise with each breath. Curves, with broad hips, a broad, round, bottom that swooped and blended into two toned and yet slim legs. She had been kept on a special diet of fruits and vegetables, gaining protein from specific vegetables and she had also been kept on a routine, where she was to run three miles every day up until her 20th birthday. This way she always was healthy, her juices of arousal tasted delicious, and she stayed fit. She stood at about 5'7 and had long, fiery red curls that reached down and curled near the top of her tail bone, Her piercing grey eyes were sharp, and were accented by skin the color of smooth caramel, a natural blush over her high, elegant cheek bones, with a scattering of freckles that sprinkled her face. She had lush, plump lips, slightly parted with her effort of breathing, dark red in color to stand out against her skin. Though, she had been trained, no one had dared take her virginity. They had wanted her to stay fresh and tight for the King, so instead, they just taught her techniques, and gave her tips for when it came time when the King would take her for the first time. So her lower lips remained tight, glowing, like the petals of a rose, and slightly, constantly glistening. Her smile was a pearl white that was framed by two dark, soft rose petals and by smooth, creamy skin and right now. She panted, it was hot and the shade offered little protection, but she was weary and exhausted from running in the desert with no water, no food, and very little to survive on. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed down as darkness and sleep fell upon her and her last thoughts were, I don't want to die, not yet.