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“When shall we be leaving for the ‘Paradise’?” asked Melissa on the following day.
“As soon as I have heard favourably from Madam Vesta,” replied Quentin. “And I am presuming I will.”
Madam Vesta! Melissa, despite everything, still felt the faintest of shivers go through her at even the mention of that name. All the same, she could not deny she was much beginning to look forward to the trip. Under Quentin’s protection, she would be an honoured guest on the vessel and there should be plenty of playthings to amuse herself with!
A mail came from Madame Vesta within two days. She would be happy to receive the party of four... Quentin, Melissa, Julia and Simone... within a week’s time. Julia and Simone should be crated in the usual way and left at a certain small private airfield which belonged to her organisation and from which they would be transported. Melissa and Quentin should fly to the Far East, where they would be met and later taken by helicopter to the ‘Paradise’.
Quentin mailed back confirmation.
All was set...
Melissa went about making a selection of clothes she would need and had Julia pack them. The latter was repeatedly reminded about the forthcoming trip... and asked if she were looking forward to it.
To meeting Madame Vesta again...
To kissing Miss Judith’s boots - and feeling her crop...
To servicing those two big black brutes, Ahmed and Jason...
To publicly amusing guests with her sexual expertise...
To finding herself down in the Punishment Room if her behaviour was in the slightest degree unsatisfactory...
To all these questions and many similar, Julia made one reply.
“Yes Mistress... “ And it was made with the utmost meek servility. For Julia knew better than to do otherwise.

„There she is... look!”
Melissa followed Quentin’s pointing finger out of the helicopter window. Far below, looking like a toy, was the ‘Paradise’. The vessel appeared to be stationary. How incredible, thought Melissa, that such a small, innocent looking object could harbour such limitless misery and torment. Julia and Simone, who had been removed from their crates during the flight and received reviving injections, also looked down through another window.
With the keenest, apprehensive dread!
Slowly the helicopter descended to within five hundred feet. The details of the vessel could now be clearly seen. On one of the after decks a squad of six naked girls could be observed carrying out some form of drill under the supervision of an overseer. That was about the only sign of activity. Then the helicopter began to descend again. There was a small circular platform for it right at the stern. They landed gently and within moments the roar of the whirling blades ceased. In the sudden silence, as the pilot opened his door, the barking voice of the drilling overseer could be heard.
A ladder was run up and the passenger door opened.
“Start bringing the luggage,” said Quentin over his shoulder. He got up and preceded Melissa down the ladder. Picking up two bags each, Julia and Simone followed. The heat hit all of them, it was mid-afternoon. God, those girls on drill must be sweating, thought Quentin. There came a faint cracking sound... followed by a distant wail of pain.
At that moment Madame Vesta, followed by big blonde Miss Judith, came up the hatchway. The former, as ever, was dressed in black... a kind of uniform suit made of the lightest leather accompanied by lace up calf length boots. Miss Judith was more informally garbed in a kind of bikini made of pale blue cotton or similar material, with a pair of high-heeled white open-work sandals. Hanging from her right wrist from its leather-looped handle was a two-foot long strap of rich mid-brown leather, two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick. The oil with which it was saturated gleamed faintly in the bright light. Most suitably dressed for the climate, she looked most fetching, thought Quentin. Though for sure, he would be one of the few on board who did so!
“Welcome back,” said Madame Vesta, extending a hand to Quentin. Her granite features broke briefly into what passed for a smile. Feeling goose-pimples Melissa stepped forward expecting to receive a handshake also. But did not get it.
“Had a good trip, I hope,” said Miss Judith, smiling widely and also shaking Quentin’s hand. She too did not take Melissa’s hand... but simply looked at her... and went on smiling. Melissa made herself smile back, but not too convincingly. I must talk to Quentin about this reception, she said to herself, not quite so welcoming as it might have been. She began to find herself beginning to become quite ridiculously afraid.
Stop it... stop it... she urged herself. There’s nothing to worry about, you’re Quentin’s wife now. It was only natural that they should be a bit reticent with ex-slaves.They too, had to adapt.
“I want gold chains on both slaves,” said Quentin. At that precise moment, as if prearranged, the two negro overseers, Ahmed and Jason came up on the platform, clad only in the briefest white loin-cloths. Each carried one of the slim gold waist-chains which indicated that that slave-girl was available to all and sundry.
“You first, I think,” said Miss Judith, stepping forward.
She stepped not to Julia, as Melissa had expected, but to Melissa herself. Then to her shocked horror, she found her lightweight dress ripped down from neck to waist.
“Oh... no... oooh... stop... what... what is the meaning of this?” she raged. “I... I’m Mrs Osman now. You’re making a mistake... an absurd mistake!”
“I think not,” said Miss Judith... and ripped Melissa’s dress the rest of the way down.
“Quentin!” Melissa turned to him. “Stop them... tell them!”
But all she saw was Quentin grinning rather like a naughty schoolboy.
Terror gripped Melissa. She turned to run but found herself gripped by Ahmed. She must have been mad to come back to this vessel! But how could she have known? It must be a joke, yes... an absurd practical joke by Quentin.
“Quentin... stop them... stop them... stop... all... this...”
But all that happened was that while Ahmed held her, Miss Judith ripped off the rest of her dress, then her brassiere and briefs.
“Do something... Quentin... stop them... tell them... oh God... have you all gone mad?”
Quentin remained unmoved, but still looked faintly sheepish. Julia and Simone were looking upon the scene in amazed disbelief.
“You arrogant bitch,” rasped Miss Judith. “You’ve had it too good for too long. I’ve been waiting for you. Kneel!”
Melissa’s mouth sagged. She gave one more imploring glance in Quentin’s direction. “You’re crazy!” she screamed. “This nonsense has gone far enough! I’m Mrs Osman I tell you...”
“Kneel SLAVE,” ordered Miss Judith in a voice of steel.
But still the order was not obeyed. Panic, terror, disbelief filled Melissa’s green eyes in swift succession. This couldn’t be happening!
There was no need to give Ahmed an order, he simply twisted Melissa around with consummate ease forcing her auburn head between his massive thighs and pulling her wrists high up on her back, forcing her to present her smooth silky-white hind-quarters to Miss Judith, who took a grip of her strap, swung it high, and laid it hard across the centre of Melissa’s bottom.
Tthhwwwaaacccckkk!
It was that very first stroke that told Melissa that this was no practical joke, that this was real, that this was the end of the line for her. That, having tasted the exquisitely delicious fruits of liberty and power there was now only - and once again - only the bitter gall of captivity and abasing servitude.

The five more blazing strokes that followed convinced Melissa even more of the truth of her re-enslavement. She screamed with pain (now so unused to it as she was) but the far greater pain was in her mind...
The certain knowledge that she was now once more a slave-girl. Owned! At anyone’s beck and call, there to be used and abused. Indefinitely...
Oh God yes, that was the worst of it!
Indefinitely...
Ahmed’s thighs unclamped and she was hauled up, weeping half hysterically. The sun blazed in her eyes. Her head seemed to swim.
“Oh... o-ohh... Q-Quentin... how could... you have done this... this terrible thing to me...”
There came no answer.
“Kneel slave,” repeated Miss Judith.
Sobbing uncontrollably, head bowed to the deck, Melissa knelt.
“Kneel UP!”
All the memories, so long locked away, were escaping. It was like opening Pandora’s box. Melissa knew exactly what she must do. She forced herself erect, parted her thighs and placed her hands submissively on top of her head. She was shuddering in disbelief, quite shocked... but unable to deny reality.
“And it is not ‘Quentin’,” Miss Judith was saying. “It is ‘Master’!”
There was a long pause, then came no more that a whisper.
“Master... “said Melissa.
Quentin nodded his head approvingly. It was a sign of submission. Of his ownership. Lately Melissa had been getting just a little too big for her boots. Moreover, he had become slightly bored with her as his wife, definitely it had been time for a change, so a change had been made.
He watched as a gold chain was locked around Melissa’s slim waist and saw her break into uncontrollable sobbing. Julia was also watching... and in incredulous amazement. Could this truly be happening to the woman who had tormented her beyond all human understanding for so long? Could it? Could it?
It seemed so...
Yes, it DID seem so!
Oh how incredibly wonderful!
Her own slavery became as nothing. So long as Melissa was also a slave! Oh yes... oh yes... THAT was what mattered. Oh how wonderful... oh how supremely wonderful! Julia found herself trembling with the strength of her emotions as she looked down on the kneeling, naked figure of her suddenly deposed Mistress... who’s bottom had just been deeply reddened by Miss Judith’s strap.
“Put a gold chain on this one, too,” ordered Quentin, pointing at Simone.
The French woman seemed quite bemused by proceedings. She stood mute and meek as a gold chain was locked around her waist. What was happening? It could do her no good, she felt, but how was it possible her Mistress had been so suddenly and violently degraded.
BEATEN even! Incredible... and by no means unrewarding.
“Put down those bags Julia,” said Quentin. He was still standing alongside Madame Vesta, whose face remained quite impassive throughout. She was simply the organiser, and a very good one!
Julia obeyed. It was automatic.
Down the hatchway and then forward, into the guest’s quarters, set amidships. Quentin opened a door, and Julia stopped. Quentin waved her in. Nervously, hesitantly, Julia entered the luxurious double cabin. This was, indeed, an Alice in Wonderland arrival! She sank to her knees, bowed her head as Quentin came through the door.
He seated himself in a deep armchair and from a pocket in his light safari suit, withdrew a tiny pair of black nylon briefs, edged with white lace.
“Here,” he said, tossing them in the girl’s direction.
„Putt these on. That will do for a start.”
Complete slave-girl that she had become, Julia crawled uncomprehendingly across the thick pile carpet. When a Master gave an order, a slave-girl obeyed. She stood up and pulled on the tight, little briefs. How strange it felt to wear such an object! Julia knelt again.
How, at that moment, could she be aware that this gesture was but the first ray in a ‘New Dawn’?

Quentin opened a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses.
“Julia... get off your knees... take this... “
“Y-Yes... yes... Master... “ Julia got up warily. This could well be some kind of game, it could be dangerous. She took the glass with a trembling hand.
“Drink, Julia.”
“Yes, Master...”
Quentin shrugged almost resignedly. “Not ‘Master’, Julia. Don’t you understand? That’s all over.”
Julia shook her head. “No,” she said rather blankly. “No, I don’t understand.”
“Obviously, and fair enough, it will take time,” said Quentin.
“Yes... yes... “nodded Julia. Then her face suddenly brightened. “But then... then... I saw... you did have her stripped and beaten. She is... she is now your slave again?”
“She is, Julia... she is... you must believe me...”
“I can’t... I can’t... not yet... after all that has happened...”
And at that, Julia burst into a torment of tears and fell to the floor. She clawed the carpet, twisted and turned as if in torment. Maybe it was a kind of joy which could not yet be truly believed in.
“Take your time, Julia,” said Quentin complacently. “It will work itself out, all you have to do is convince yourself that you are no longer my slave. In fact, as I once gave you to her, now I give her to you. Do you understand that?”
Julia shook her head. “No... M-Master... sorry... I mean... just no. I don’t understand it yet. I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t even believe it true, not after all that has happened...”
Quentin caressed Julia’s dark hair as if she were a c***d. “I think I do understand, and I don’t expect miracles. I just want you to rest and relax. Get well again. Change your mental attitude. I’m not demanding anything. Frankly, perhaps I just want to make amends.”
There was a blank look on Julia’s face. She wanted to say that it could never be possible. Never, never! But at that moment, after this traumatic change, she had not yet got the courage to do so. She had been so long in utter servitude it was not possible to leap out of such abasement in one single bound.
Quentin understood that, kind man that he was! “Take your time, Julia,” he said. “We have plenty of that now. More champagne?” He poured another glass without waiting for an answer, Julia drank greedily then held out her glass again. Quentin re-filled it with a happy smile.
“Is... is this all true?” asked Julia, her dead eyes beginning to sparkle again. “Is it really?”
“Yes, Julia, it is,” nodded Quentin. “After all, you were once my fiance... my first love. Once I was mad about you, I still find you most attractive. It was only because of your cheating me that you have gone through... well... gone through... all that you have.”
Julia inclined her head. It was spinning a little.
“I... I think I understand,” she said. “But surely... I didn’t deserve what you have done to me. Whatever I might have done to you!”
“Of course you didn’t deserve all that,” nodded Quentin. “I just happened to have developed into the most frightful sadist. I’m sorry in a way, but there you are... “
Julia remained silent for a while. “There is no limit to the vileness of human beings,” she said at last. “That has been demonstrated often enough.”
“True,” intoned Quentin. He was thinking that Julia looked rather seductive wearing those little black briefs, rather than being stark naked - as she had been for so long!
“It is quite possible I could become a sadist myself,” said Julia, in a tone which was remarkably strong.
“I think you once were,” answered Quentin, “deep down...”
Julia considered that. “You may well be right, Quentin,” she said. She finished her glass of champagne and extended it again. “More please,” she said.
“Certainly, my dear.” Quentin poured more wine and Julia drank deep, she still couldn’t quite believe it all... and was determined to enjoy herself as long as she could.
“What do you think they are doing to... to... Melissa?” she asked. It was still difficult for her to talk of Melissa, rather than ‘Mistress’.
“I have no idea,” answered Quentin airily. “Maybe she is chained in her cell. Possibly she is being fucked by Ahmed or Jason. No doubt they will be glad to see her back. Really I don’t care, my dear Julia. As far as I am concerned she is just a slave-girl again, and they can do with her as they like.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” said Julia. For the first time in what seemed like ages, a faint smile crossed her lips. “No... no... as far as that is concerned, I couldn’t agree more.”
“How glad I am you feel like that,” said Quentin unctuously.
Julia smiled more easily. “I think you are actually meaning that,” she said.
“I do... I do, Julia. And I would be the first to admit our... well... quite different... different in many ways... relationship... is going to be difficult to cope with, for both of us.”
“Yes... it will be difficult,” agreed Julia. The wine was flowing strongly within her, she was beginning to get the most marvellous feelings. “Will... will you give me Melissa as a slave?” Still now, hardly daring to ask.
“Of course, Julia, of course. You can have anything. I want you as my companion. Wife, if you like. Just whatever you like. My dear girl, I have taken everything I possibly can out of you. Now I want to put a little back, if you want it.”
“I... I want it,” said Julia. She paused. “Though... I must say... it is going to be... well... .to say the least... difficult...”

Quentin smiled and ran his hand up and down Julia’s straight smooth back. “Do believe me, young woman,” he said, “I do understand that. If I were you,I would feel in exactly the same way. On the other hand, when I was sincere in my affections, and my intentions, you must admit you were the most two-timing little hot-pants imaginable.”
“Yes... I suppose I was,” agreed Julia, after a pause.
“And that was what set me off on all this. Now I’m completely involved, with other slaves, with sadism running me, in a way it’s all your fault.”
Julia said nothing. Indeed after all she had endured, it would have been difficult for her to respond to such a monstrous statement with any degree of rationality!
There was a long, long silence.
“You have ruined my life,” said Julia at last. “But now it seems, at least you are trying to make amends. I accept that, but you can hardly expect me to accept too gracefully...”
“No.”
“What is it you want out of me?”
“Absolution,” replied Quentin. “A cleansing. To make up to you for all that I have done to you. Do you not think my conscience troubles me on occasions?”
Julia smiled faintly. “Yes... I should imagine it does,” she replied. “On the other hand, you’re beginning to talk my kind of language.” She got up and poured her own glass of champagne, quite ignoring Quentin. That’s my Julia, he thought. Already the old arrogance is coming back! No matter. It was about time she was allowed some!
“So you think we can make a go of it?” asked Quentin.
“Assuredly,” answered Julia. Though she wore only the pair of briefs she was beginning to feel as if she were robed like a queen again!

Melissa was down in one of her cell-cabins. She had just been chained to the wall by the once so-familiar heavy iron collar which Ahmed had locked around her neck. She was weeping incessantly. Still shocked. Still not able to believe it... despite the burning swathes across her bottom. Next Ahmed locked her wrists on to the collar. It was the regular form of securement for a slave-girl in her cell-cabin. This was a single one, though there were a few doubles. Julia and Melissa had once jointly occupied one of those.
So long ago now...
“Welcome back, girlie,” grinned Ahmed. Melissa had always been one of his favourites. He fondled her heavy breast... and Melissa instinctively recoiled. For that she got her breast slapped. Anger flared momentarily in her eyes, then died. What was the use? She was a slave again. She had to submit. Melissa proffered her breast... and got them mauled and squeezed by coal-black hands.
“That’s better,” grinned Ahmed. You’d forgotten for a moment, hadn’t you?”
“Y-Yes... Master... “whispered Melissa. It was hideous to have to call this black brute ‘Master’ once again.
„Been acting the lady for too long, I expect?”
“Y-yer... .mmfff... y-yes... I expect... s-so,,,Master... mmfff...” sobbed Melissa.
“Well, the sooner you forget about that the better,” said Ahmed. It was wise advice... and deep down, Melissa knew it. She felt Ahmed’s hand run down her belly and delve into her pubic hair. “This will have to come off, I expect,” he went on. “But I’ll have to ask your Mistress about it.”
“My – M-mistress?”
“Miss Julia.”
“Oh no!” Melissa ground her teeth in a sudden surge of bitter fury. It was incredible that Julia could be her Mistress! QUITE INCREDIBLE! QUITE INCREDIBLE! “Oh god... no... oooooo... ... “ she moaned softly.

Ahmed nodded. “You’ll soon get used to it,” he said understandingly. “If you don’t, I wouldn’t care to think what might happen.” Nor could Melissa. She watched dumbly as Ahmed stood up and removed his small loin-cloth. There dangled the long, thick black penis she had once known so well. And now, assuredly, she would know so well again. Ahmed came and stood at the edge of the bunk. He gave no order. It wasn’t necessary. Melissa was familiar with the routine. It all came back to her.
Clank... clank... went her chain as she positioned herself. Then her head went down. She began to kiss and lick the organ, which thickened and stiffened slowly but surely. When it was nearly rigid, Melissa took it in her mouth and sucked. Ahmed looked down contentedly. This young, white beauty had not forgotten how to do that exceedingly well either! After about a minute, Ahmed took hold of the thick auburn hair and pulled Melissa off.
“Now I’ll welcome you back properly, girlie,” said Ahmed.
Despair filled Melissa’s eyes. Oh yes... how vast... how unbridgeably vast... was the difference between enforced sex and unforced sex! Melissa had discovered that in reverse. Now she was to re-discover it in further reversal.
Once again no order was necessary. With a sobbing-moan, Melissa pressed her nose to the hard boards of her bunk, raised her hindquarters invitingly and opened her thighs. Strong black hands gripped her flanks. She felt the big knob positioning itself. She gritted her teeth.
“A-A-Aaaahhhh!”
Ahmed entered her in a single, lunging thrust. Melissa squirmed out of control. This Negro, along with Jason, was the biggest man she had ever known. That was why he was employed on the ‘Paradise’. She would have to get used to him again.
Ahmed began to pound with a steady, strong rhythm.
“Ah yes... aahh... yes... just as... good... as ever...” he said. Melissa got a slap on her flank. “Move that arse, slave!”
Automatically, Melissa began to ‘move’ it. A slave-girl was not permitted to be quiescent under ‘****’, she had to co-operate.
Melissa co-operated.
Yes... it was coming back to her, how a slave-girl had to behave. Coming back fast. She worked herself to give her ravager maximum pleasure.
“Lovely... hhhaaahhh... hhhhoooorrrrr... lovely...” panted Ahmed, thrusting ever faster. “Hoooorrrr... yes... you’re still... a... lovely fuck... my girl... hhhaaaahhhh... hhhhoooorrrrr... .hhhaaahhh...”
Thump... thump... thump!
Melissa was getting a really powerful fucking. And she knew it.
Thumpity... thumpity... thump... thump... thump... thump!
Faster and faster ... and faster...
That great ramrod of black flesh consuming her...
Oh God... the brute was going to make her come! Oh no... she mustn’t! Melissa fought it.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
No use. She couldn’t resist it. Simply couldn’t...
Cursing herself inwardly, Melissa began to gasp and squeal, just as Ahmed mounted to final frenzy, grunting piggishly.
The climax swept over them virtually simultaneously, perhaps Melissa was slightly in advance, and she squirmed and squirmed and squirmed as Ahmed spurted and spurted and spurted into her.
Then she lay crushed down under the Negro’s weight, panting and moaning. She could still feel him in her. Still big, but no longer rigid. She cursed herself again for her weakness. So shaming. So abasing.
After about a minute, Ahmed withdrew, left the bunk and patted her warm, still - quivering bottom.
“Good girlie,” he said, “you haven’t forgotten a thing...”
She heard the cell door open and close. Then heard the key in the lock.
There was a terrible finality about that sound...
Melissa burst into a torrent of tears.

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(Author’s Note: This chapter does NOT contain any sex/erotic scenes. Purely this is for the storyline of the series. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.) With gentleness, Nikolai places Angelique on top of the large bed. His hands softly find the blankets, pulling them over her as she curls up into a ball. ‘Smart move earlier… ‘ He...

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Enslaved to the Mob Ch 10

(Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, it’s been a little bit of a rough and busy patch with finals and stuff like that. This is a short chapter, yes, but very crucial to the story. As with all my stories, all characters are eighteen years or older, and property of the writer.) Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting...

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Enslaved by friends part 1

“Yes master” Ratchel in pain said sobbing into tears with a gag ball in her mouth that made the words out of her mouth less comprehensible. Gary had the thickest cock over all three of the boys. She always made her scream loudest whenever they compete over making her scream loudest, but that’s only when the competition is about fucking in the cunt, the one who truly made her eyes red with tears and throat whimpered with scream was Helen whenever she takes charge of ratchel. Ratchel had the...

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Enslaved Secretary 1

The chair was made of rich black leather and it’s back reached high up over her boss’ head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stern judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk. “Mr. Alex,” she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, “I promise you, I didn’t have anything to do with the money that’s missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!” “Look,”...

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Enslaved Part 2

Diane moaned loudly, cupping Madison’s head, she lifted her face and kissed her open-mouth, sliding her tongue inside Madison’s mouth and stroking her tongue with her own before kissing each lip. Madison smiled as she picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted a good amount into her hand. She held her hand under the water for a second before lathering it together and began sliding the suds along the curves of Diane’s breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples slightly. Running her hands...

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Enslaved Entrapped 16

Thanks for all those who replied to the previous installments and those that sent a PM. Your suggestions are very welcome, not just as a source of inspiration, but it's also nice to see that you are interested. So please, continue spamming idea's, critique and suggestions! My working file is constantly updated (I can't change anything on the website due to its system) For those who are looking for something a bit more 'interactive' experience: send me a PM using the website and I'm...

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Enslaved Entrapped 1416

Just a heads up: These next few chapters are relatively mild compared to the previous update. I most likely wont be able to update soon, at the soonest probably in august. I would like to ask any interested readers: What would you like to see happening in the 'scene' in the upcoming chapter 17? Let me know in the anonymous and register free comments at the bottom! Thanks for reading, Enjoy! Chapter 14) Cleaning up I knew I had gone too far. But I couldn’t help it. I had...

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Enslaved

“He’s waking up,” he heard a voice say. Jim started to bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes only to find it chained to a steel pole as was his other arm and legs. “What the fuck?” he said in a whisper. A bright light was switched on as a slim, dark haired woman with shoulder length dark hair. She was naked and he stared dumbly at her exquisite 38C tits with pinks nipples before looking up into her face. “Hello Jim,” she said. Jim blinked his eyes taking in the woman who...

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Enslaved to the Mob Ch 02

“I said I’d take you home.” He tells her after seeing the look of bewilderment on her face, gathering his coat as the car slowly comes to a stop in front of the mansion. “I just didn’t tell you whose home you’d be going to.” “What the fuck is going on?!?!?” Angelique screams out to Mikhail, drowning out the sounds of the front doors of the limousine being closed. Remaining quiet, Mikhail takes another gulp of his alcohol as he watches Angelique with amusement. Her panic filled eyes...

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Enslaved to the Mob

As she rests her arms on her knees, Angelique quietly observes the street that she once spent so many hot summer nights playing on with neighborhood friends. It seemed like only yesterday when all of them would be running through the quiet street, playing simple children's games like Hide and Go Seek, water balloon wars, bicycle tag, etc. Now everyone had grown up and for the most part, apart from each other. Now the street was virtually deserted. She was, as far as she could tell, the...

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Enslaved Entrapped 16

Introduction: Tessa makes a movie As promised! New chapter in August. This is the real chapter 16 (there was no chapter 16 in previous installment.) Next part will come soon. Thanks for all those who replied to the previous installments and those that sent a PM. Your suggestions are very welcome, not just as a source of inspiration, but its also nice to see that you are interested. So please, continue spamming ideas, critique and suggestions! My working file is constantly updated (I cant...

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Enslaved Part 2

Introduction: Two lovely ladies have some fun shower and a glass of wine with another after Diane stepped into the shower and Madison came in after her closing the glass door. Diane turned on the hot water and the cold water and stood under the spray of water. Madison smoothed her hands over Dianes breasts as she dipped her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue. Diane moaned loudly, cupping Madisons head, she lifted her face and kissed her open-mouth, sliding...

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Enslaved

Introduction: Revenge is exacted on a man by two hot smokin babes with wet pussies! Jim stirred from the blackout that had over taken him and opened his eyes slowly. His head felt groggy and his eyes sore. He hadnt remembered having a hangover this bad in a long time. Hes waking up, he heard a voice say. Jim started to bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes only to find it chained to a steel pole as was his other arm and legs. What the fuck? he said in a whisper. A bright light was...

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Enslaved by your classmate

As you walk into your form class you look around and try find a seat. The only one left was beside your crush Sydney so you sit down. She ignores you to begin with but after a while she begins to notice you glancing at her. Seemingly enjoying yiur gaze she undoes the top button of her school shirt and stretches back, showing off her big tits. Unable to tear your eyes away you stare right at them, causing her to giggle slightly. The bell ringing snaps you back to attention and you head to your...

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Enslaved

The bar filled quicker than I imagined it would. I try to slide between the tight pack of bodies on my way to the ladies room. Still, some drunken oaf bumps his arm straight into me and a splash of beer splatters my breast and soaks my bright red dress. I look up to reproach the man, but his red cheeks and toothy grin imply that he probably spilt the beer on me by accident as some kind of misguided conversation starter that only makes sense to drunk guys. Around the pool tables, and down the...

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Enslaved by Professor

Your first night alone, in your college apartment, with your own laptop and broadband connected laptop was an eye-opening and life changing experience. There were no parents around and no child-protection software preventing you from total freedom on the net. Your first night alone started when you clicked a spam link out of curiosity. It led to a Russian site where the young women were being brutally used. Your hand shook as you clicked on images and then video clips.

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Enslaved Chapter 68

One morning, towards the end of that first week, Quentin joined Julia on the sun-deck. “What gives?” he enquired pleasantly.Julia, looking through her glasses, replied: “She’s being bum-fucked by the nigger...”Quentin picked up his glasses and also looked. He focused on the reflection of Melissa’s face, and saw the revulsion vividly displayed on it. Her eyes were screwed tight, her mouth was slack and sagging, saliva dribbled down her chin.“Doesn’t appear to be enjoying it,” he remarked.“I...

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Enslaved Chapter 67

“Nothing much seems to change aboard the ‘Paradise’,” remarked Quentin affably. It was the following morning and he was relaxing in the small upper sun-deck used by guests. He was addressing a rather pale-faced man of about forty who sat alongside him. Madame Vesta had hinted he was a member of the British aristocracy but was using the name of Rodney Smith. He was it seemed, thinking of consigning his young wife to the vessel.“I wouldn’t know,” came the answer, “this is my first visit.”Quentin...

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Enslaved Chapter 66

Quentin, in an equally luxurious suite next to Julia’s, was also drinking champagne. It was a liquid which seemed as freely available as water aboard the ‘Paradise’! Miss Judith, so scantily clad, had been invited to be seated and was also taking a glass.“Most kind of you, Sir,” she said obsequiously. In fact Miss Judith could have had as much champagne as she liked... but it was best to play up to important guests.“My pleasure,” smiled Quentin. His piggy eyes roved over Miss Judith’s...

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Enslaved Chapter 64

Quentin had a lazy afternoon.First he instructed Cassim to remove Simone from the Punishment Block and give her Treatment. The dildoe, however, was to remain within her for a further six hours and she was to be returned to the iron-barred cell adjacent to his personal quarters.“Do you know,” smiled Quentin at the Lebanese, “all this is largely for your benefit?”The dusky Arab also smiled, briefly but lecherously. “If you say so, Sir,” he replied.“I do,” said Quentin. “Mind you, I shall...

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Enslaved Chapter 63

“That was a hiding she won’t forget in a hurry,” remarked Quentin. He and Melissa were seated in the cool of one of the smaller drawing rooms of Maison Jaune. In attendance were Maria and Heidi. Both were naked but for white calf-length boots with very high heels, and small white linen aprons which concealed neither girl’s breasts nor her smoothly-shaved pubic mound. They were worn simply as a decorative symbol of servitude.“She deserved it,” replied Melissa callously. She was dressed in a...

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Enslaved Chapter 62

When Quentin returned after a week of sun and sea air, he felt exceedingly fit. The holiday had done him good but it was nice to get back to home comforts. Strolling into the living room he found Melissa sprawled on a couch in a swim-suit with Julia in servile attendance. On a cushion in the centre of the room knelt Heidi and Maria. They were sharing a double-ended dildo, rocking to and fro along its length. On one wall hung Simone. She was held by a leather harness with legs splayed wide, held...

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Enslaved Chapter 61

Forty-eight hours later, Julia was in the master bedroom of the house, packing a suitcase ready for Quentin’s fishing trip. She knew what her Master would require. She knelt, naked as always, before a large leather case, checking through the items. Her curvaceous hindquarters were again without a blemish ... light honey-coloured gleaming softly. For, after her strapping and light caning she had undergone Healing Treatment. Quentin, who had been lying in bed reading the New York Herald Tribune,...

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Enslaved Chapter 60

Ahmed’s Narrative: It was a nice change to be off the ‘Paradise’ and on leave. Jason and I were flown to Marseille where we were picked up by one of the staff of ‘Maison Jaune’. His name is Hans and he is a brutish-looking German. It was amazing to see Melissa again. The last time had been abroad the ‘Paradise’ when she was still a slave-girl. Now she was the Boss’s wife and Queen of all she surveyed. She seemed to have taken quite naturally to her new status and put her times of servitude...

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Enslaved Chapter 59

When Quentin returned to the main room of the Maison Jaune, Julia was still in action. “This is a repeat performance, but with positions reversed,” announced Melissa. Quentin surveyed the scene, familiar enough. “She doesn’t seem to have lost any of her skills,” he said. “Look at that arse work.” “Yes, just look at it,” laughed Melissa. At that moment, under Ahmed’s relentless driving, Julia was right out of control. Jason’s cock escaped her mouth momentarily as she squealed her sexual delight....

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Enslaved Chapter 58

Julia’s Narrative: I feel my nates clenching uncontrollably in dread anticipation ... Fight as I might, I knew I could not withstand the action of the powerful vibrator within me. Not for long. She ... the she-Devil ... had put it there (no, no, Julia, you must not think of her like that, it is too dangerous. She is your Mistress and you must obey her. You must please her. Submit to her slightest whim). For you are her slave. Now ... and for as long as you live. (Oh, yes, amazing as it may...

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Enslaved Chapter 57

Quentin pressed the control button that opened the door of the Playroom...and Cassim entered. His muscular, dusky body seemed to glisten with oil. He grinned aimiably at Hans and then inclined his head towards Quentin. But his eyes were on the kneeling figure of Simone. “Was there something, Boss?” he asked. “I think you might say that,” smiled Quentin. “This slave ...” he pointed at Simone ...” has just been fucked by Hans but she still doesn’t seem satisfied.” “Hot for more cock, is she?” “I...

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Enslaved Chapter 56

Hans’ Narrative “Get your arse in the air,” ordered the Boss crisply. I’d got word a little earlier that the Boss wanted me down in his quarters. That pleased me for it more or less certainly meant that I was going to have to fuck the arse off that new bint he had recently acquired. Her name’s Simone and she was a right hoity-toity bitch when she arrived. It’s great to be able to help to cut her down to size. When I was let into what the Boss likes to call his Playroom, I saw that he was...

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Enslaved Chapter 55

A series of uncontrolled sobs shook her... Quentin Osman was humming softly to himself, contentedly. It was the sound of a man well pleased with life. He began to murmur the words of the tune; at least his version:“Oh, what a beautiful morning; Oh what a beautiful day; I’m painting the cunt of my slave-girl; And everything’s going my way!” Quentin’s rather jowly, but well-tanned face slipped into a salacious grin. In his hand was a long, slim artist’s brush, the tip of which was covered with...

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Enslaved Chapter 54

It was well past mid-morning before Melissa descended into the cellars. She was smartly but lightly dressed in a tight-fitting black skirt and lemon-yellow blouse, for it was her intention to go out on a shopping spree a little later on. She had her previous night’s winnings to spend!Melissa went first to Maria’s cell, where Cassim already was. The Lebanese looked at her approvingly and Melissa smiled briefly. But no mention was made of their frolic not so long before. Maria, unchained, was...

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Enslaved Chapter 53

“Enjoy yourself?”“You bet!”Melissa smiled at Quentin. “I thought Julia put up a good performance,” she said.Julia was, in fact, serving them their customary evening drinks out on the patio. Quentin patted her bottom as she bent over to re-fill his glass. “So did I,” he smiled. “If you like that thing up your arse so much, you must have it there more often.”“Thank you, Master,” said Julia deferentially.“Go and fetch it now, slave” came the order from Melissa.“Yes, Mistress... ” Julia hurried...

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Enslaved Chapter 52

The crate labelled ‘Additional Sales’ stood in the centre of the bedroom in Quentin’s suite. Still unaware of its contents, Hans and Cassim had placed it there for him. On previous days they had also made some minor alterations and additions to the bedroom and the adjoining dressing room.The latter had been converted into a kind of cell-cum-Punishment Room, with all the necessary equipment. The room was now entered through an iron-grille door which could be locked. There were some changes in...

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Enslaved Chapter 50

That same morning, Quentin Osman’s sailing yacht lay far out to sea, heaved-to. A sea-anchor trailed over the stern. The morning was pleasantly warm and lolling in a deck-chair, Quentin was using a pair of powerful binoculars. He was using them discreetly, bringing them only fractionally above the ship’s rail. They were focussed on another vessel further out to sea... a small, luxury motor cruiser. It, too, was stationary.Damn it, where is the woman, said Quentin under his breath? Why doesn’t...

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Enslaved Chapter 49

Maria and Heidi were returned to their individual cells a couple of hours before they emerged from sedation. Naked, each was laid out on her rough plank bed. On went the heavy iron collar from which ran a chain to a ring-bolt in the wall. Then their wrists were locked in to the manacles on the collar.Completely helpless... Hans looked down at the senseless Heidi. His hand ran over the light blonde down on her mound. That would be coming off that morning, he reckoned. He casually fingered the...

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Enslaved Chapter 48

Idly, melissa surveyed the weals across the buttocks of her personal slave. They were in neat, almost parallel lines. Expertly laid on, she reflected with a little feeling of satisfaction. Slowly she counted them, knowing exactly how each one of them would be feeling at that moment. Since they had been raised after midnight, they would still be sore and throbbing. There were twenty of them.A little smile played over Melissa’s full, wide lips.What an amusing game it was that she played every...

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Enslaved Chapter 47

“Well... well... things seem to be progressing satisfactorily!”Quentin’s voice was jovial as, a few minutes later, he came strolling into the Training Room. He regarded the scene with sardonic amusement. Melissa had certainly got down to work fast!Heidi was still kneeling before Cassim and the Syrian now had a grip on her long, blonde hair. Also, he had come to full erection and Heidi, having taken his knob into her mouth and, with evident distaste, had begun to suck. Her blue eyes were bulging...

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Enslaved Chapter 46

“Up... up!”The slim thong of leather in Zelda’s hand flailed across Maria’s flank. It woke the girl from a fretful sleep and a shriek of pain rang through the cell. That shriek penetrated to Heidi, in the neighbouring cell, jerking her up into the stark horror of a new day. So it was not a nightmare after all... There was the agony of the weals, now even greater, it seemed. Still throbbing and burning incessantly. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Oh... oh... oh... if only it had been a nightmare! If...

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Enslaved Chapter 45

Quentin Osman rose from his seat and moved nearer. The flesh of the two young bodies joggled and quivered as the girls continued to struggle frantically, but futilely, against their chains. It fascinated him.Hans and Cassim approached with the gags. They were made of spongey black rubber, about the size of tennis balls, with a buckling strap attached. Cassim went round behind Heidi. Like one possessed, the girl twisted and turned her blonde head from side to side, striving to evade the ball-gag...

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Enslaved Chapter 44

Quentin osman opened the mail. They’re ready to send them,” he said. “Earlier than first anticipated.”“But we’re not ready,” said Melissa. She was very carefully painting her toenails a pale gold colour... at the same time thinking she would soon have Julia to do this task for her. Quentin reflected for a little while. “From the security point of view,” he said, “we can be ready in a day or two. And, although we might not be as well-equipped as we might like at this stage, we can improvise....

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Enslaved Chapter 43

After a couple of visits to the Carmargue area, Quentin and Melissa decided they had found what they wanted. It was a rambling 18th century farmhouse which had been considerably extended in the 19th century.“Four reception rooms... eight bedrooms... servants quarters... usual offices... ” said Melissa reading from the particulars an agent had given them.“Even more important,” smiled Quentin, “large wine cellarage space.”“Quite so,” nodded Melissa.“Not too difficult to convert. Though it will...

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Enslaved Chapter 42

“Quentin... ”“Yes, my dear?”“I’ve been thinking... ”“Uh-hu... good for you.” Quentin Osman’s reply was lazy. He stretched out a hand and patted Melissa’s bare, warm thigh. The lightly bronzed thigh of the wife of just less than a month. The couple were stretched out on two loungers, side by side, under a beach umbrella. It was very warm, but there was always the cool blue Mediterranean nearby to plunge into.Melissa gave Quentin’s midriff a playful pat. It was a different midriff to his...

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Enslaved Chapter 41

The Master-bedroom at Cragness presented a peaceful picture. Melissa and Quentin lay naked on the four-polster. They were asleep... an excess of brandy having finally overcome them. A senseless Julia had been removed and was under Treatment. It would be several days before she was fully fit to resume her duties. Havers, who had been summoned to take the weal-scarred girl away, had seemed slightly puzzled. He could not understand why Melissa was sitting at a dressing table, wearing a negligee...

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Enslaved Chapter 40

Havers led julia and Melissa into the Master-bedroom at Cragness, which was now occupied solely by Quentin. It was reminiscent of days aboard the ‘Paradise’ for both girls were stark naked and each wore a heavy iron collar to which a length of chain was attached. Their wrists were locked into fetters on the sides of the collars. These devices... symbols of slavery... were very useful when a girl was at the initial stages of her training and apt to be rebellious. She was easy to control and...

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Enslaved Chapter 39

It was a rather sombre Quentin who was greeted by Rosalie and Havers late that evening. “I am afraid I have some sad news for you,” he said. The pair were both suddenly tensely apprehensive. Were their services about to be dispensed with? “Glenda... my wife... has met with an accident...” “Oh dear... how awful!” said Rosalie and Havers together. But secretly you could see they were pleased the news did not affect them. “A fatal accident,” continued Quentin. “In a friend’s automobile.” “Oh...

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