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Despite all had seen seen and heard previously about the ‘Paradise’, Quentin could hardly believe it was actually happening. He lay on the bed in his cabin, savouring the feel of the lips which pressed again and again to his hindquarter... feeling the firm flickering of a tongue... delighting in the way a nose delved into his flabby cleft.
It is Julia Chant doing this, Quentin had to keep reminding himself. Julia, who is now my slave. Unbelievable, but true! Yes... this was the same Julia who had been wont to slap his face for so much as laying an unwanted hand on her knee. Who had taken him for a sucker; accepted his wealth and then two-timed him with other men. Julia, the arrogant, aristocratic one, who once had but to snap her fingers to have men come running.
Now Julia was doing something which, not so long ago, she would not have imagined possible in a million years.
All thanks to Madame Vesta... and the methods employed aboard the good ship ‘Paradise’. It really was quite wonderful. Even if the fees - which were fantastically high - had been five or ten times as much, Quentin reckoned, at that moment, they would have been worthwhile. he could not
remotely recall ever enjoying a situation so much in his life before. Now he could do whatever he liked to Julia, and make her do whatever he liked to him. The very thought was hot wine in his veins. He owned her. She was his plaything.
What, therefore, should he do when ordered her to cease the abasing ministrations he had demanded?
He could give her a damned good hiding if he wished...
He could have her suck him...
Or fuck her to his heart’s content...
But, already, a little plan was forming in Quentin Osman’s mind. When one had complete ownership, one had plenty of time. There was so much to enjoy in one’s possession, and so
many ways of enjoying it.
“All right, slave, that will do for the moment,” said Quentin and gave Julia a little kick with the back of his heel. “Get off the bed.”
At once Julia slid off the bed and knelt by its side. She knelt in the fashion that Quentin was accustomed to see the slave-girls on the ‘Paradise’ kneel. That is to say, with back straight and hands clasped at the back of the neck, thighs parted. A posture of submission. Quentin admired the high, thrusting breasts... noted the smooth depilated mound of Julia’s sex... and saw the coral-pink pouting lips. His lust suddenly surged almost beyond control. Then he managed to get a grip on himself. Greater pleasures, he knew awaited him if he proceeded at a slow pace with this lovely creature.
‘Festina lente’, he told himself. He looked into Julia’s large, blue-green eyes and saw them shimmering with tears. Once those eyes had sparkled with pride and confidence. Now they were dulled with despair and dread.
“Your behaviour has certainly improved, Julia,” said Quentin. He lolled fat and naked on the bed, grinning, aware that he must repulse this young woman as much, if not more, than he ever did... and was glad about it.
“They must have put you through it here, I reckon.”
Two large tears rolled slowly down, one over each of Julia’s cheeks. She gave a sudden shudder and bit the fullness of her lower lip.
“Yes, Master,” she said in a short whisper.
“I’ve heard one or two tapes,” said Quentin. “Most instructive. And enjoyable, if I may say so.”
Julia shuddered again. “Yes, Master,” she said in almost automaton-like fashion.
“How does it feel to be my slave, Julia?” asked Quentin, his eyes roving happily over the lush naked body. A body that was his. A body that trembled with apprehension.
“I... I am honoured to be your slave, Master,” answered Julia. “I will s-serve... and... and please you... in any way you wish...”
Quentin nodded. Like all the slave-girls on the ‘Paradise’, Julia was indeed well trained. Incredibly well trained.
Neither Madame Vesta nor her methods could be faulted.
“I know that, Julia,” he said, “but how does it feel?”
Several more large tears trickled down over Julia’s cheeks and her rounded breasts heaved. “I... I am h-happy, Master,” she choked, “Happy to... to b-be your slave...”
Quentin grinned more broadly. Then he leaned over the side of the bed and, with one finger, casually toyed with Julia’s sex lips. The finger ran up and down and Julia shuddered more violently. But she did not recoil.
“I’m, glad about that, Julia,” said Quentin. He continued to play with her for a few moments, then withdrew his fingers. “I expect you’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes... Master...” whispered Julia.
“After all, you’ve been aboard this ship quite some time... and haven’t had what you enjoy so much. A solid piece of male flesh, I mean.” Quentin saw Julia’s cheek twitch. “That silver chain about your waist has seen to that.” (As Julia owner, Quentin had been entitled to put a silver
or a gold chain about the girl’s waist. The former indicated that, as far as full sexual intercourse was concerned, she was reserved for him alone. A golden chain would have indicated that she was available to anyone aboard the 'Paradise'.)
“Yes, Master,” said Julia. “Your slave is willing and happy to please you... to be fucked by you...”
What an effort it must cost her to say that, thought Quentin. Even now.
“I dare say,” he almost sneered. “You were always too free and easy with your offerings. Except to me. That’s why you’re here. Still, now that it comes to it, I’m not sure I fancy you all that much.”
The look of shocked amazement on Julia’s face was a unique joy for Quentin. Having been put through Hell on Earth in order to be made to offer herself in this fashion - now she was being rejected! Quite delicious...
“Still,” said Quentin, “you might as well show me what you’ve got to offer, I suppose.”
Julia’s features quivered uncontrollably for a moment. This was development she could have scarcely have imagined. Rejection! From this gross pig! All the same, she quickly took hold of herself - as her slave training had taught her to - and turned away from Quentin she went down on hands and knees, pressed her nose to the floor, and thrust her hindquarters high. Then she parted her long thighs. Quentin could not have been given a better view of ‘what she had to offer’, as he put it. It was a degrading posture which over the months, Julia had become used to. However, there was a special extra shame to it, now that she had to adopt it in front of her actual Master.
Quentin, face slack with lust, studied the female loveliness displayed to him. What a beauty this women was! And all mine, he kept on saying to himself. Mine, mine, mine! I can have her whenever I want, in whatever way I want.
“Mmmmm...” he said musingly, after a minute or so, “Yes - it’s true. I’m not so sure I fancy you as much as I did, Julia.” He saw the girl tremble. “Not as much as that Melissa, for example,” continued Quentin. “The girl you’ve been sharing a cell with. Now there’s a real beauty. I fucked her quite often when I was last aboard. Or, perhaps she told you?”
“Y-Yes... M-Master,” croaked Julia. Her abasement was complete. Every fibre, every nerve, had been concentrated on forcing herself to give herself utterly to this vile monster... and now this! This!
Quentin Osman picked up the bedside telephone. He was enjoying himself no end. “Put me through to Madame Vesta,” he said... seeing Julia tremble again.
“Yes, Sir...”
There was a click, and Vesta came on the line, brisk as ever.
“Hallo Quentin. Having trouble?”
“Oh no,” purred Quentin. “She’s being as good as gold.”
“I’m glad to hear it... for her sake...”
“It’s just that I’d like Melissa sent up here. If she’s free.”
“You old dog,” laughed Vesta. “Yes, I’m pretty sure she’s free. I’ll have her brought up right away.”
“Thanks, Vesta...”
There’s service for you, he thought as, smiling broadly, he put down the receiver. You would think I was ordering a cup of coffee to be sent up, rather than a ravishing young beauty who would do whatever was demanded of her!
“O.K. Julia... I’ve seen enough of your wares. You can kneel up again” said Quentin.
With a little sobbing moan, Julia resumed her former posture and Quentin smiled upon her benignly.
“You heard that, slave?” he asked.
“Yes... Master...”
“It means that I have decided to fuck Melissa rather than you.”
Pale as Julia’s face was, it seemed to blanch and her lower lip quivered uncontrollably.
“Yes... Master...” she somehow managed to say.
„So you’ll have to wait awhile before you get what you’re aching for,” went on Quentin. “Still, no doubt you’ll enjoy watching Melissa and me. She is a very capable girl. I trust I find you equally so when the time comes.”
Julia’s face puckered and her breasts heaved with her sobs.
“I... I... w-will please... my Master... in every way... yes... in every way, Master...” Julia managed to
choke out.
“I’m very glad to hear it,” said Quentin. Then his features hardened with a sudden cruel lust. “Because, if you do not, it will give me very great pleasure to cane that shapely posterior of yours until you do!”
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, Quentin gave the word to enter. In came the tall, blonde Miss Judith, leading Melissa on a collar and chain.
The overseer was garbed just as she had been when Quentin had first seen her. That seemed a long time ago now. She was all in black leather... thigh-length boots, short skirt; brief bolero jacket. At her waist was looped the long leathern thong she always carried. Quentin recalled what Miss Judith had said when he had told her that Julia was something of a tigress. ‘So much the better... we like taming tigresses here’. Well, Julia had been tamed alright.
„Everything O.K., Mr Osman?” enquired Miss Judith, glancing at Julia’s kneeling figure.
“Yes, thank you,” answered Quentin. “I just fancied having Melissa along. Take that collar and chain off her please!”
“Sure...”
Miss Judith removed the items and Melissa sank submissively to her knees alongside Julia. She had a superb figure... tall and lissom... and her features, as well as her temperament, were rather similar to Julia’s. But Melissa’s arrogance, selfishness and short-temper had been subdued and
eradicated even earlier than Julia’s. Quentin had enjoyed her frequently when he first come aboard the ‘Paradise’ and, indeed, Melissa had been the first woman he had ever whipped.
“You remember me?” he enquired.
“Yes, Master,” answered Melissa. Her voice was firmer than that of Julia and, though her demeanour was fully submissive, she seemed more in control of herself than the girl alongside her. A matter of experience, doubtless. She had been through so much with so many men there did not seem to her now any lower depths to which she could sink.
“There’s just one thing, Mr Osman,” interrupted Miss Judith.
“I must apologise for the state of Melissa’s bottom.”
“Oh... why so?”
“She was caned this morning... and there has not been any time yet for her to have Treatment,” said Miss Judith. “Show your Master, Melissa.”
The girl turned at once and postured herself as Julia had done a little earlier. Quentin studied the dozen or so crisscrossing weals that encircled that curvaceous bottom.
“What was she caned for?” he asked.
“Simply for the amusement of the gentleman she happened to be servicing I gather,” replied Miss Judith with a thin smile. “A Mr Svenson. I don’t think you’ve met him yet.”
“No, I haven’t,” said Quentin. “But it doesn’t matter a bit, Miss Judith. Thanks for telling me though. I’ll call you when I want her taken away again.”
“Very well, Mr Osman,” nodded Miss Judith. The guests on the ‘Paradise’ had to be treated with courtesy and their requests complied with. After all, they were footing the bill! With a final glance at the trembling Julia, the tall blonde left the cabin. She was satisfied that the girl was in prime condition to give her Master what ever enjoyment he wanted. Her weeks and months of training had seen to that!
“You may kneel, Melissa,” said Quentin when the door had closed behind the overseer.
He sighed contentedly as he looked from one naked beauty to the other. It was a moment very much to be savoured.
“I have had you brought here, Melissa,” he said finally, “because I wish to fuck you.” Hardly surprisingly, Quentin was more than half way to full erection and was gently playing with himself in order to achieve rigid solidity.
Thanks to the ‘booster pills’ Vesta had supplied him with, Quentin was able to perform more like a man in his thirties than one in his fifties! “I have decided I fancy you more than my own slave.”
Julia’s features twitched; Melissa remained silent, simply waiting. She had been repelled by Quentin before – and pleased him. She had been repelled by countless men – and pleased them. What difference did it make any more? She had become an object merely to be used for brutish pleasures.
“I think I’ll have you on top of me,” said Quentin, reclining back on the cushions. He was well pleased with his rigidity.
“As my Master wishes,” said Melissa. She rose and moved seductively towards the bed. “I am honoured to be summoned to please you,” she added as she insinuated herself on to the
bed.
Quentin looked up at the lush breast fruit swinging above him and his hands clasped soft buttock cheeks as Melissa straddled him. He felt the weals upon them; heard the girl give a tiny gasp. He squeezed and Melissa gasped louder.
Then Quentin felt her hand on the base of his root, guiding him. His knob slide along the lips - so meltingly warm. Then the girl lowered her haunches, in an almost languid fashion and Quentin went fully into her. The sensation was exquisite.
“Aahh... you beauty...”
Melissa raised herself slowly, wriggling her bottom slightly, contracting the muscles of her sex. She kept just the knob of Quentin’s organ within her whilst she wriggled some more, before sinking slowly down again.
“Aaaahhh... you beauty...”
At the same leisurely pace, Melissa repeated the movements. She had the skill and she was quite unstinted in her efforts to please the flabby pig beneath her. That was her duty.
Her duty as a slave. And, if she failed in it, she could not complain if she found herself being taken to the Punishment Room.
Quentin turned his lust-filled face, towards where Julia still knelt, watching submissively.
“Melissa makes a marvellous fuck,” he said thickly. His hands were still on the girl’s buttocks. How deliciously they squirmed to please him! just as they had squirmed – but more violently - when he had whipped them. He would never forget that day. Nor when she had been sent to him as his
personal slave, whilst he was on his first visit, and he had caned her for the first time.
“Faster,” he said. “I want it quick today...”
“Yes... Master...”
Melissa’s hindquarters begun to undulate more swiftly but she kept a well-controlled rhythm. Above Quentin, her pendulous breasts were bouncing and swinging. But Quentin’s eyes were not upon them. He was still turned to Julia, his face a mask of lechery.
“I... I don’t n-need you... you trollop...” he panted.
“Not... not aaahhh... when I’ve got slaves like... aaahhh... M-Melissa... aahh... hhaaa... I’ll give you... to others.”
Faster and faster swung Melissa’s weal-striped bottom...
Up and down...
Up and down...
Up and down...
She knew the pig she serviced was nearly there.
Faster yet...
But controlled...
Faster... faster
Suddenly, all the pig’s fat was a quiver. His belly, his bowels, everywhere. And he was snorting like a pig, too. Heaving and turning... eyes closed and mouth open-slack...
Quentin spent himself again and again in the luscious, liquid depths of the young woman who still squirmed upon top of him...

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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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