Like any other day, the mail man dropped of all packages, letters, bills and such at noon everyday.  The only thing unusual about today was was a large crate with air-holes in the side stationed in the mail truck.  Curled inside was a small girl of sixteen years old, her slender arms crossed over her large chest.  Adorning her body were black panties, a black bra, a white button up shirt and small tag around her wrist that gave her name, Kassidy, and had a number printed for the owner to call if he or she had received the wrong piece of merchandise.  Kassidy frowned, despite her excitement about her new owner, but nervous about her master being cynical and abusive or not to her liking, like some in the past had been.  The woman grimaced when her crate was moved, someone picking up her hundred and three pound body from the truck and setting it down by the door of a building she couldn't see, and stacked the other mail upon it.  Out of nervous habit, her hands ran through her long blonde hair, green eyes flickered all around her.

Matt took the box inside his house and opened it.  "Hello." He said to the girl inside, introducing himself

Kassidy grumbled when her box was moved around, the nymph extremely curios about who was carrying it now.  When the crate was opened, she looked up at the man, before the corners of her pink lips tugged up just a bit in a smile.  Her hands re-adjusted her white collared shirt, before she responded.  "Hello master, I am Kassidy.  What is your name?"  Her inquiry caused her to step closer to the man, emerald eyes full of curiosity.  

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"Matt."  He answered, helping her up.  "So you're a nymph?" He asked, admiring her graceful form.

Kassy took his hand and pulled herself to her feet nimbly, before turning to the man.  "Well hello Matt!  Yes, I am nymph, meaning I can control plants, along with other things."  She said in light, soothing tones, "other things" meaning give milk and having her virginity restored daily.  "So, what type of slave will I be for you, Matt."  She asked tentatively, not sure if her owner should me called master or matt.

He sat down at his kitchen table, and motioned for her to sit across from him. "Well, first of all you're going to clean the house, do laundry and all that."  He smiled and continued.  "Among...other, fun things."

Kassidy sat down where he told her, before unconnsciousley leaning down so he could see the crease and shape of her cleavage, before intently listening to his words.  "Laundry and cleaning it is.  Should I get started now?"  She inquired, before lightly giggling when he said among other things, before speaking,  "I can hardly contain my enthusiasim master!"

"No...you start tomorrow.  For now, just do what you want to, just stay inside."  He couldn't help himself from looking at her perfect cleavage, which gave him ideas.

"Alrighty, tommorrow it is!  Hmmm, what to do for now..."  Kassidy looked down at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed, before she looked up, not minding his gaze on her cleavage, "Do you got any food?"  She asked, before standing up and looking around.

He smiled. "Yes...look in there." He says.

"Hmm,"  Kassidy says, before opening a refrigarator and looking around inside for something tasty.  She saw a some leftover fried chicken and licked her lips before pulling that tupperware out.  "Do you want me to cook you something, too?" She inquired, her bare legs turning her body towards him.  

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"Yes, please." He said.  Right now, what he really wanted was her, in various naughty positions.  He'd wait until they finished.

Kassidy set three chicken legs and a few strips onto a plare, shoved them in the oven for three minutes, before turning around and watching Matt.  "So, how do you make your money?" her light-hearted voice inquired, as she sat back down at the table, positioning her elbows on the top as she leaned forward.  

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"Used to fight for it.  Then, I..won...this castle and it's treasure." He says.

"You hesitate when you say 'won'. Why?"  Kassidy inquired, watching his emotions curiously, not accusing him of anything with her steady gaze.

"It's an odd story." He answers.  "I did win it, in a tournament."

"Alright.  You won it, but did you kill someone in the process?"  Kassidy inquired, just wondering and still not accusing.  Suddenly the microwave beeped, she sprang to here feet and pulled out the chicken.  The slave set the burning hot plate on the table, grabbed a chicken leg and began eating, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah...quite a few actually."  He said.  "Of course if I'd known it was the only stronghold between a forest full of undead and civilization I might have not entered."

"So you are a killer...?"  Kassidy asked, just making sure she had things straight.  "And undead people?  Do they, uhm, ever come near or in this house?"  The nymph could not keep fear frome tnering her voice as her teeth pulled off a bit of chicken from the bone.

"Well, I guess technically I'm a killer.  I AM a knight after all and war is my job.  The undead may come near the castle but never past the walls.  This place is enchanted to keep them away."  He could sense her fear, and tried to reassure her.  "Don't worry, I'll protect you."