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Lindsey, a spoiled 18-year-old sexual deviant, accepts her father's offer to join his global human trafficking enterprise.  Her first goal, however, is to exact sweet revenge on a few classmates by having them kidnapped and trained to serve her as unwilling slaves.

(F/f+, F/m, M+/f+, BDSM, slavery, latex, watersport, humiliation, torture, NC, heavy)

"Lindsey Blossoms?

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"Can I have her, daddy?  Pleeeaaase?"  Lindsey begs, stretching her arms across the huge, mahogany desk in her father's penthouse office.

Thomas Crill looks at his daughter's hopeful, lovely countenance with warmth... and slight annoyance.  It was a mistake last month to have filled her in on the illegal side of his business dealings.  Because, now she thinks he should obtain anything her spoiled heart desires, including people.  However, he recognized early in her teen years that she shared his driving thirst for power, and he finally decided to confide in his intelligent, but more importantly, morally ambivalent daughter.

The young woman is about to graduate from high school, after all, and he found she was lacking clear direction.  And, without being aware of the most exhilarating aspects of the shadowy side of his operations, she might have made the mistake of rejecting his generous offer to join the company.

"These decisions are not made lightly, Lindsey.  People do not just disappear without questions being asked.  Our work requires exceptional planning and talented personnel to carry out those plans.  Why don't you think this through, and let me know how you expect this doubtful idea to work."  He tries to ignore the blinking light on his desk phone, signifying the arrival of his next appointment.

"I thought you'd never ask, daddy," Lindsey responds with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.  She withdraws a leather-bound folder from her Louis Vuitton backpack, and opens it in front of him.  "Take a look at everything I've collected.  It's foolproof!"

Sitting in her school uniform, she raises her shoulders, and clasps her nervous fingers together in her lap, watching as her father flips through the material.

Over the next half-hour, he asks her pointed questions about the elaborate scheme she's devised.  He always taught her to bring him solutions, not problems.  And, he is surprisingly pleased to see she has learned the lesson well.

"My, my," he says, lounging back in his executive chair, "it looks like you've been busy these last few weeks.  Alright... I'll set you up to meet with Sebastien, and it will be up to him to give the go-ahead.  However, you will follow his every order and recommendation, even if he decides it's not a viable capture.  That is how things work here." 

"Oh, thank you, daddy!"  She almost trips over her backpack in her rush around the massive desk to throw her arms around him.

Thomas pauses for a moment as she steps back, tilting his head to the side and staring up at her, at the woman she's become.  "Have I mentioned how proud I am of you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I love you, daddy."  She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before she gathers her things and departs on now lighter feet. 

She smiles at herself in the mirrored doors of the descending private elevator.  That bitch is finally going to pay for crossing me, she thinks.  And, she will spend every single moment of her pathetic life making it up to her new owner.

******

Andrea walks with purposeful self-assurance towards her eighth-period Government class.  Her pleated skirt swishes down the hall with her brisk pace, and her blonde ponytail bobs with her barely contained excitement.

In one hour, the elections will be held for Prom Queen, and she has little doubt the student body will overwhelmingly choose her as their favorite candidate.  As the hottest senior girl at Ridge Valley High, she's sure the other dumb bitches on the ballot don't stand a chance.  Especially Lindsey Crill, that slut.

Lindsey thinks because her dad is a billionaire, and gave her a Porsche for her last birthday, the whole world should bow down at her designer shoe-wearing feet.  Andrea sneers, thinking she will show little Miss Moneybags, with her fake nose, what a real winner looks like.  Andrea doesn't need plastic surgery and wads of cash to be the prettiest, most popular girl in all of Pleasant Harbor.

And, she's going to make sure that when the sparkling crown is placed on her head on Prom night, she will personally walk up to those other jealous cows and laugh right in their stupid faces.  It's a joke they think they stand a chance at beating her in the first place.

Mandy and Kristen, her best friends, stroll along beside her, supporting her cause by handing out "Vote for Andrea Jenner" buttons.  They keep fake but believable smiles brightening their pretty faces, and liberally offer compliments and flatteries to the lower social classes like generous handouts.  Also, as they planned that morning, each of them shortened the skirts of their school uniforms to help win the guy (and lesbian) votes.

Mandy suddenly tugs at Andrea's sleeve, nodding down the tumultuous hallway with raised eyebrows.  "There she is!" she hisses.

Andrea glances in the indicated direction and sees her immediately... Lindsey Crill, the person at the very top of their most-hated list.  And, unbelievably, she's walking directly towards Andrea and her friends.

"Kristen!" Lindsey addresses the girl to Andrea's right, touching her amicably on the arm.  "What's going on, hotness?  I know it's been a long time since we've talked, but you have to promise to come to my party.  I'm having everyone flown out to Las Vegas, and the whole weekend is paid for.  Just RSVP, and let me know as soon as you can, alright?  Ok, later, doll."  She departs as quickly as she arrived, completely ignoring the other two girls.

When she has disappeared around the corner, Andrea reaches out and snatches the invitation out of Kristen's surprised grasp.  "Who the fuck does she think she is?" Andrea complains.  "Kristen, you and her haven't been friends since last Christmas when she made out with Troy, remember?" she asks, waving the invitation in front of Kristen's puzzled face.

Kristen doesn't need the reminder, but not for the reasons Andrea imagines.  Last fall, she openly expressed an interest in Troy Skillson, but he never responded in kind.  The fact that Lindsey kissed him first was a little disappointing, but nothing to cry about. 

Really, the main reason Kristen started hanging out more with Andrea and Mandy was because Lindsey stopped calling her.  She always seemed too busy after a while, even for her supposed best friend.

"To think you'd actually go to that party after what she did to you?" Andrea continues.  "What a retarded bitch!"

"I know," Kristen says with false exasperation, rolling her eyes.  It's important not to offend Andrea, because she takes things so personally sometimes, and Kristen doesn't want to be ignored for a week, as has happened before.

While pondering the audacity of her hated rival, Andrea begins to study the invitation more closely, and abruptly cries out in laughter.  She covers her open mouth with her hand, and says, "Oh my God, she's so stupid.  It says you can have up to three guests go with you, Kristen!  Do you guys know what this means?  We're totally going to crash that bitch's party!"

******

"I just adore my new job," Lindsey sighs, almost breathlessly.  Sebastien is standing next to her, and they both watch as five naked slaves, chained and linked together by the neck, shuffle past in single file.

"Those have been processed and mollified for shipment to their new owners," Sebastien explains as they watch through the one-way, bulletproof plexiglas in the control room. 

Lindsey had earlier learned that 'mollified' meant drugged.  Obviously, this avoided unnecessary complications for company personnel, not to mention unwanted damage to company property in transit.

She had been touring her father's facilities all week, learning the in's and out's of the business she would eventually help run.  But, this was the most thrilling part, seeing the actual slaves in their humiliating positions and wide spectrum of categories, all helping to further enrich the family enterprise.

"So, where are those five headed, Sebastien?" Lindsey asks, somewhat intimidated by the ex-Navy Seal's detached, unflappable manner.

He looks down at the manifest attached to his clipboard.  "The first one, slave # 596156, was sold to an upper-class bathhouse in Greece, where she will be sexually available to paying customers.  The next one, let's see, #596044 was sold to a private estate in France.  He doesn't look to be all that brawny, so probably someone's boytoy.  The description says he's straight, so he'll be lucky to get a female owner.  Although, many of our male clients will only accept completely straight males to be their sexual playthings."  He looks up at her with piercing eyes.  "We don't ask too many questions."

Lindsey feels the heat rise in her cheeks at his frank comments.  And, her loins react feverishly to the unbelievable display of power before her.  She could only dream of such things until last month.  She subtly rubs her legs together under her business skirt, trying not to let Sebastien notice her increasing state of arousal.

"The third one," he goes on, "see those huge, hanging tits?  That young slave is going to be a milker.  Apparently, someone in...," he flips the page, "Ecuador liked her photos and profile, and purchased her for their human dairy farm." 

Lindsey thinks his monotone words belie the extreme bizarreness of this underground world of which she was previously so ignorant. 

And, a 'milker'?!!  Who even knew there was a demand for something like that?  On the other hand, she can feel herself juicing up even more at the thought of an innocent woman being reduced to the level of a disposable milking cow.

Lindsey has long considered herself to be bisexual, at least from the time that such things began to matter.  And, in her daily tours of this amazing compound, she's seen hundreds of beautiful male and female slaves with whom she would happily satiate her unique cravings.  However, except for a few dalliances with mutt, she's been saving her carnal energies for someone in particular.

"And the other two?" she asks, trying not to seem too eager.

Sebastien, despite his cold bearing, has infinite patience for his employer's bright daughter.  "The big guy, slave # 596772, bought by the Russians, and will be working in Siberia, probably mining.  And, that last little beauty," he says with open admiration, "will be making some Saudi prince very happy.  It says here she's a virgin.  We have to keep those in isolation, in highly regulated areas so they don't get popped early by our sometimes overzealous handlers."

"Did any of the five receive training here?" she asks, fanning herself with her hand as she inhales deeply.

"Only the first one bound for Greece.  She got the full sex-slave workup.  Three months of strict slave discipline, followed by six months of pleasure techniques for use on males and females, and intense physical exercise throughout the program to tone her up.  Our price is much higher to the client when we perform the training ourselves, but the result is well worth the increased cost.  And, by the way, your father has authorized your use of any of our slave programs."  He glances at her, appreciating the quick intelligence she's shown these last few days.

"Excellent, when will mine be ready?" Lindsey asks, terribly impatient after so long.

"Well, you heard about that unfortunate chartered plane crash, right?" he says with sarcasm.  Raising his thick eyebrows, he goes on, "It's ashamed those three charred souls will be impossible to identify.  They went to your school, didn't they?"

"Come on, Sebastien, stop teasing," Lindsey responds with a whine..

He uncharacteristically displays a half-smile, saying, "Your father wanted it to be a surprise.  Since you've chosen to perform the training yourself, all that was required was the basic processing and medical checks.  The delivery occurred this morning at your new facility.  The drugs should have worn off by now."

He coolly extends an open hand towards her.  "It's proven to be a pleasure working with you already, Miss Crill.  I know you're looking forward to greeting your new property."

With an enormous smile on her face, she says, "Same to you, Sebastien.  You're a true asset to our family.  Oh," she belatedly remembers her other acquisition, "will you also have mutt transferred to my estate as well?"

'mutt' is a handsome 19 year old male slave she 'rescued' during her brief stay here.  By no means did she free him from his slavery, but she did prevent him from being sent to a pony ranch in Portugal.  After negotiating a suitable replacement for the buyer, Lindsey personally took possession of the extremely grateful, cute stray, and had him 'outfitted' to her specifications. 

Since then, mutt has been keeping her entertained in the evenings during her residence here.  And, she's worked hard to insure that he now has serious misgivings about whether he would have been better off at the pony ranch.

"I certainly will, Ms. Crill," Sebastien says.  "Have a safe trip."

The correct courtesies imparted, she finds it exceedingly difficult to keep from immediately dashing towards the family helicopter waiting on the roof.

******

Lindsey stands naked in front of the master bedroom's full-length, swiveling mirror in her newly constructed, sprawling compound.  Her young, eighteen year old body is exquisitely firm and lean from her many years of ballet, and her full, perfect breasts have never failed to be the envy of others.  She performs a nimble pirouette, lightly spinning on a single toe to remind herself of her dancer's grace.  It's always hard to tear herself away from admiring her own form, but she has special guests waiting in her dungeon downstairs.

From her extravagant wardrobe, she chooses two black, latex stockings, and begins rolling the shiny rubber up her long, lithesome legs.  Wanting to impress her new toys with a grand introduction, the ponytailed brunette has selected a terrifically decadent, magnificent Bitch outfit to wear.

After five minutes spent adjusting the various leather straps and buckles, making sure every latex seam adheres perfectly to her sexy body, she regards the finished result in the mirror.  It's amazing!  Standing in her open-toed, 5-inch heels, she's been transformed into a stunning vision of power.

The tight, black, leather bustier pushes her breasts together and up, so much so that the jiggling orbs threaten to spill over.  And, covering her arms like a second skin are full-length, latex opera gloves.  Her upper thighs and flat tummy are exposed in the kinky get-up, and in between she sports a skimpy pair of latex shorts with convenience zipper straight down the middle of the crotch.

With unlimited access from the age of 14 to the countless vulgarities available on the internet, she often dreamed of playing the part of a real-life dominatrix.  But, now that she's perfectly dressed for the role, she realizes that the term doesn't fully describe her. 

No, Lindsey has actual life and death control over the three little cunts downstairs, and she especially plans to make sure one Andrea Jenner doesn't forget it, even for a second.

******

"Lindsey, thank God!  W... Wait, what's going on?  Did you... do this to us?!!"  Andrea's voice quickly turns from relief to dread at seeing the freakish outfit adorning her schoolmate, and the way she confidently strides into the room, tall heels clicking across the stone floor.

The immense chamber of decadence is circular in shape, with a broad, raised parapet around the entire edge, and carved stone steps leading downward to the center.

Lindsey, for her part, is overwhelmingly delighted as her rubber-clad legs negotiate the descending path.  "Daddy, you devil!" she thinks to herself, exhilarated at the brilliant presentation.  Three vivacious females are bound flat to separate tables in the center of the huge chamber.

"Why, hello Andrea, Mandy, Kristen.  I trust you're enjoying your new accommodations?" she greets her nude slaves and takes a moment to savor their nearly identical predicaments.

The heads of her captives are only inches away from one another, while their individual pairs of pedicured feet are equidistantly apart, and pointing outward from the middle.  Their flat, outstretched bodies form a three-pronged, slavegirl star.  Each of the girls' wrists are cuffed in iron manacles next to their heads, with more cuffs locked around the girls' trapped ankles.  These fixtures are permanently welded to the tables, but seem to have the ability to hinge open using an inserted key. 

"Mmhhh! Mmmmmmhhh!" Mandy complains behind the layers of tape that cover only her and Kristen's mouths.

"Oh, hello Mandy," Lindsey purrs as she reaches the lowered, central area where she calmly saunters between several other interesting contraptions.  "Is there a problem of some sort?  Because, I'm afraid it'll have to wait until I've greeted our friend, Andrea here, properly.  She is, after all, the true guest of honor."

Despite her dismissal of Mandy's urgent gesticulations, Lindsey pauses to admire her, the 'former' head cheerleader at Ridge Valley.  This is the first time Lindsey has had the opportunity to see her naked, and she is far from disappointed.

Skinny Mandy is a waif of a girl with long, straight, dark hair.  Her flat, A-cup breasts aren't much to speak of, but at least they're daintily proportionate.  The real prize, Lindsey sees, is her astonishingly long, pencil-eraser nipples!  Clearly stiffened by the chill in the room, the 3/4-inch nubs stand out from her chest like tiny, pink flagpoles.  And, Mandy, a pale, gorgeous pixie has delicate, skinny legs to match.

While Lindsey has never exchanged a single word with Mandy before now, she knows her conniving, underhanded reputation from others at the school.  Lindsey heard that the slight girl was the one who slipped laxatives into a rival cheerleader's drink minutes before last year's homecoming game.  Lindsey was there, and watched with others in the crowd as the poor victim inexplicably sprinted down the runner's track and out of the stadium.

Another source told Lindsey that the deceptively fragile beauty had seduced Mr. Edgeworth, a married teacher, in order to pass Calculus.  Then, she blackmailed him into coughing up a sizable amount of cash to keep it quiet.  Looking down at the cold, twiggy bitch, Lindsey purses her lips, considering the overdue justice she will gladly deliver.

Clockwise from Mandy lies Kristen, another brunette, but with curly, long hair and impressive, DD-cup tits.  The shortest of the trio, she has a slim build and narrow waist, despite her enormous breasts.  She's also the darkest complected due to her half-Mexican heritage, with light, creamy, unblemished skin all over.  Tears stream down the buxom girl's cute face.

It doesn't surprise Lindsey that Kristen, unlike the other two, hasn't made a single peep.  She was always rather timid anyway, and had a tendency to hide her natural assets so as not to draw a single moment of attention to herself.

To be honest, Lindsey never had anything against her former friend, but she ended up growing bored with the tediously hesitant girl.  Plus, Lindsey had strong urges to 'experiment' with the beautiful, exotic siren, but knew that the reserved Kristen would never have given in to her advances.  But, now that Kristen is completely hers, Lindsey plans to greatly expand her former friend's sexual horizons, whether she likes it or not.

"You can't do this to us," Andrea protests quickly, with her neck craning up from the solid table.  "You're going to jail, and I'm going to sue your family for millions."  A look of indignant hatred flashes in her eyes.

"Ohhh, Andrea," Lindsey responds gleefully, stepping closer to her hated rival.  "I don't think you truly understand how much you may regret that tone."  She runs her shiny, black fingernails up the blonde's bare, smooth leg.

Andrea is unnerved by the bold threat, and tries to jerk away from Lindsey's touch.  But, the thick metal around her ankles bites sharply into her flesh.  Warily, she watches Lindsey pace slowly around the table in her skin-tight, fetish gear.  Andrea thinks she looks like a whore.

Lindsey has waited for this moment for such a long time, she can't help but stop and study every detail of Andrea's nude body.  She has to admit to a certain level of jealousy over her stunning, model-quality face and faultless, tanned figure.  The devastating blonde has her straight hair fanned out like an angel under her head, and her perky B-cup breasts rest like little mounds of paradise on her heavenly chest.  Divinely sculpted legs descend down the table, and end with her pink, painted toenails, currently waving about as she fights her inescapable bonds.

All three of Lindsey's captured sluts have permanently depilated pussies, armpits, and legs at Lindsey's request.  The company charges an extra fee for this valuable service, but of course, no invoice was produced for the boss's daughter.  Despite their demurely closed legs, Lindsey can still see the precious clefts of her slaves' denuded pussies, and she knows she has all the time in the world later to explore.

Detaching a night-black cane from the loop at her waist, Lindsey raises it and glides the end lightly along Andrea's defenseless ribcage.  "You see, your whole world is different now, Andrea.  Everything you once had or previously cherished is gone forever.  You will call me Goddess every time you are allowed to address me, because..." she glances smiling up at the domed ceiling, and then directly back down into Andrea's eyes, "you're mine, cunt.  I own you, and you will spend every instant of the rest of your life trying to do whatever it takes to please me."

Suddenly, she rears her arm back with the cane, and slashes it down violently across Andrea's taut stomach. 

Whack!

"Aaaahhhh!!!" Andrea wails in agony, her torso prevented from doubling over by the gripping manacles holding tightly to her wrists and ankles.

Lindsey experiences an unbelievable thrill, and a warm tingling shoots through her belly.  So much so that she is compelled to strike Andrea again, this time even harder.

Whack!!!

"Aaaaiiigggghh... Nooooo, stop!" Andrea screams, writhing on the steel table, frantically, futilely pulling at the rigid cuffs.

"Hmmm, you see there, you didn't call me Goddess, my dear," Lindsey shakes her head slowly in false sympathy.  "However," she says, suddenly cheerful again, "I'm going to help you remember right now."

Immediately, Lindsey climbs up onto Andrea's table, latching the flexible cane back to her waist.  She throws a latex-covered leg easily over Andrea's chest, and straddles her prone body.  Squatting on her high-heels, Lindsey places her rubbered palms over Andrea's pink nipples, and rubs them in light, circular motions.

Andrea's imprisoned hands close tightly in response to the repellent contact, and she bucks her hips upward in an unsuccessful attempt to throw Lindsey off of her.  She's shocked as well as revolted that the warped bitch is toying with her intimately, and she's becoming more worried by the second.

"Ha ha, I see my little cunt wants it the hard way," Lindsey laughs.  She dispenses with the tame petting, and grabs both nipples between her fingers, squeezing and twisting them harshly, digging in as she pulls upward.

Andrea yells in full-throated agony at the sudden brutality unleashed upon her tender buds.  "Ok, ok!  Stop... Aaiiieee!"  More screams pour out of her as Lindsey prolongs the relentless, vicious assault.  It feels like the sadistic bitch is trying to rip them off!  "Goddess, Goddess, no more!"  Her body is shaking now, and her brimming tears finally spill down her cheeks.  She can't believe Lindsey is such an evil monster!  Andrea has hated her for years, but never imagined she was capable of such ferocious cruelty.

"There you go, my little pet!  I knew you could do it.  Now, you may thank me for teaching you that important lesson.  Go ahead."  Lindsey raises her eyebrows in expectation, grabbing her victim's breasts, and massaging them, playing with the fleshy ornaments that belong to her now.

Andrea sniffs, drawing in a stuttered breath.  Part of her is mortified at being treated this way, sickened at being chained naked and then violated, touched without permission.  But, mostly she is afraid of what the lunatic might do if she doesn't obey her.  "Thank you... Goddess."  She turns her head away, causing additional tears to drip to the metallic table.

"What the hell happened to us?!" Andrea wonders, still confused.  She remembers boarding the private plane with her friends, and nothing more afterwards except waking up here, groggy, a few hours ago.  Lindsey must have kidnapped them somehow, but when they don't show up or call, their families will demand to know where they are.  "Has Lindsey gone mental?!" she thinks, blinking away her involuntary tears.

"Awwww, that's my good little bitch," Lindsey intrudes on her thoughts.  "But, now that you've learned the lesson, you still need to atone for it.  You see, when I give you a command, I expect all of you to comply immediately."  She glances around at all of them.  "In this case, I told you to always call me 'Goddess', and you chose not to.  That means you have to make it up to me, see?"  She speaks down to Andrea as if explaining the rules to a four year old.

From her perch on the table, Lindsey quickly shifts to her knees and looks down at her own Domme ensemble.  She pulls at the vertical zipper running along the crotch of her black, latex shorts.  The zipper extends all the way back to her tailbone, and she opens the two halves of the latex wide, exposing her anticipatory pussy to the open air.  Then, placing her shins on top of Andrea's upper arms, she positions her quickly moistening slit directly above the helpless girl's face.

"Alright, cunt.  Before we begin, do you have any experience with licking pussy?"  As she asks the question, she can't help but rub the lower petals of her sex.  She adores the sensual feeling of rubber against her skin.

With her head still turned to the side, now feeling nauseous, Andrea answers, "No... Goddess, that's disgusting."  She lids her eyes in revulsion.

"Exactly what I was hoping!" Lindsey cheers.  "Yay!" rapidly clapping her hands together.  "Well, for your information, you're going to be doing it A LOT as my slave, but I promise, you'll avoid hours of misery if you do it right the first time, every time.  Let me explain:

First, you will keep your tongue out, or I will go fetch a pair of tongs and teach you better manners.  Second, if you're not motivated enough to make your Goddess feel good, I will turn your belly into raw meat with my cane here," tapping it.  "Finally, if you try to bite me, I will bring in my strapping, well-hung, male handlers to see if you like entertaining them any better."

She grabs Andrea's cheeks in an iron grip and turns her head to face directly upwards at her excited, ready pussy.  "Do you understand your Goddess' instructions, my little carpetmuncher?"

Apprehension and sick despair cause Andrea's head to swim.  Her mind rebels at the depraved act she's being forced to commit.  She closes her eyes tightly, hopelessly willing the nightmare to end.  It doesn't, however, and the twisted dike's pussy remains hovering above her.  Finally, with no other choice, she summons the resolve to answer, "yes, Goddess," dreading what she's about to do.

"That's my little lesbo.  Now, stick out that tongue for me."

As Andrea slowly, reluctantly extends the tip of her tongue, Lindsey squats lower, directing her crotch to meet Andrea's mouth, clit-first.  A couple of tentative licks later, however, and Andrea pulls back abruptly to gulp in disgust, thoroughly sickened.

All of a sudden, Lindsey lashes out, dealing a jaw-rattling slap to the side of Andrea's unsuspecting face.  With her left hand, Lindsey grabs the soft, blonde hair at the peak of her slave's forehead, lifting her head up, only to slam it roughly back down against the unyielding table.  She repeats the ruthless act twice more.

Andrea is stunned, her mind dizzy and unfocused for a few, long moments.  When she regains her senses, pure fear flows into her as she looks up at the cruel determination painted on Lindsey's implacable face.  She begins to blubber in shock, and her body shudders with the force of her sobbing.

"See what you're making me do?" Lindsey complains.  "You know, the tongs might get in the way, but I will fetch them if necessary," she says, shaking her head in patient resignation.  Then, softening her approach, "Let's try again, open up for me and don't pull that pretty tongue away again.  It belongs to me now, and you're going to become extremely familiar with tasting pussy.  Do you understand... slave?"

"Yes, Goddess," Andrea sobs with a quivering diaphragm.  But, she immediately extends her tongue again, squeezing her eyes shut.

"That's it, whore.  Right there, lick it for me.  Do it faster.  Faster!  I want it to feel like little butterfly kisses all over.  Mmhhh, yes."  Lindsey closes her own eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensations.  She listens in bliss to the moist, wet sounds coming from below.  Waves of pleasure emanate from her crotch, and radiate outwards to her rubber-covered extremities.

Looking to add even more spice to the pleasurable moment, she leans forward and moves her hands towards Mandy, whose head is just to her left.  Lindsey grabs a handful of the waif's silky hair before she can flinch away, and uses her other hand to pinch the girl's nose completely shut, cutting off her air supply.

Mandy's startled eyes go wide, and she fights with all her limited power to shake off Lindsey's hand, but her efforts prove useless.  Her stomach muscles quake along with her desperate efforts to breathe.  She panics, wondering if the psycho bitch plans to kill her right here.  After an eternity of struggle, Mandy feels her face heating up, and tiny stars begin to flash at the edges of her vision.  She feels herself losing the volition to resist, becoming weaker by the second.

Lindsey studies her, reveling in the awesome power she has now to take this life if she chooses.  She knows, however, that she would lose the wonderful ability to make the manipulative cunt suffer countless indignities in the future if she were to off her so soon.

Lindsey finally relents and removes her fingers from the girl's nose.  As the tormented pixie sucks in huge streams of air, Lindsey leans down to her ear and with stark malevolence says, "you're mine too, cunt."  She seals the remark with a sharp slap to Mandy's left cheek.

Returning her attention to the blonde bombshell fellating her, Lindsey speeds up her movements, rubbing her pussy harder against Andrea's tongue.  "Lick faster, slave!"  Incredibly excited by her rough treatment of her inferiors, she smears her hot juices across the slut's face, grinding down with blissful abandon. 

In no time at all, she reaches the most powerful climax ever.  She throws her head back, and rides the waves of euphoria that shake her young body.  She pins Andrea's head tightly between her knees, intent on not being deprived of this unparalleled moment.  For a full minute, she wildly humps the girl's slick, glistening mouth and nose, wringing out every possible ounce of ecstasy.

Finally, she's had enough, and is able to slow her delirious gyrations.  Recovering afterward, Lindsey is glowing, fully contented.  "Mmmhhh, little miss pussylicker will be doing that quite often for me, won't she?" Lindsey says, now panting and sweaty.

When the sullen, despondent Andrea fails to answer immediately, Lindsey inserts two fingers up her own snatch to capture some of the sweet nectar inside.  She then brings her fingers to Andrea's mouth, forcing them inside.  "Clean off my pussy juice, whore." 

Once her fingers have been thoroughly licked by the reluctant girl, Lindsey jams them further down her throat.  "Oh, my poor dear, don't gag."  She withdraws her rubber fingers, and then slides them back towards her tonsils again, causing the girl to retch and cough horribly. 

"Hmmm, yes, we'll need to work more on that..."  She tilts her head to the side as she looks down pensively at her traumatized slave. 

"Then again, there's no time like the present!" she says gaily.  Again, she eases her wet fingers down the bitch's throat, wiggling them cruelly against the base of her tongue.

Andrea fights vigorously to twist away, but Lindsey once more has a solid hold of the hair at her scalp, pinning her down.  With nothing in her stomach to expel, Andrea dry-heaves, involuntarily emitting the odious sounds of vomit as the muscles of her stomach convulse in cramping pain.

Lindsey pulls her fingers back slightly, but leaves them in Andrea's panting mouth, stroking her tongue.  "I have many servants here who will need to be rewarded for their hard work.  And, I know you'll have plenty of opportunity to get better at this with so many hard cocks pounding that worthless throat.  You should appreciate the practice I'm giving you now, however, because my fingers are much smaller, and won't shoot loads of gooey cum down your gullet."  She giggles at the silent cry for mercy she can see in Andrea's pleading eyes..

For ten minutes straight, Lindsey probes the back of her captured slave's throat, sometimes seeing just how far down she can insert her fingers.  She adores the tortured tears she is able to coax out of her abused slavedoll.  Whenever Andrea attempts to speak, Lindsey immediately makes her retch again.  During this evil game, Lindsey sensually rubs her bare crotch against the gyrating stomach of her helpless pet, enjoying the wickedly intimate friction.

Finally, Lindsey decides her gagging cutie has had enough, and realizes she herself is famished.  She knows that her three playtoys haven't eaten in quite a while either.

Climbing off the table, she wipes her slimy fingers in Andrea's long hair, and moves to the far wall to electronically summon the five handlers in her employ.

"I want these sluts in irons waiting for me in my dining room upstairs in an hour.  Plus, bring mutt to my quarters in ten minutes," she tells the stout, imposing men who promptly arrive in dark uniform.  "And, don't let the blonde one wipe her face," she says, looking back and smiling.  "I like her just the way she is."

At her father's request, Sebastien handpicked these five professionals due to their long years of exemplary, dedicated service to the company.  They have been ordered to follow her command without question, and Lindsey knows that their extensive experience training and controlling slaves will prove indispensable to her.

She leaves the ex-commandoes to their tasks, and departs to take a luxuriously hot bubble bath.  As she places her palm against the biometric pad to take the elevator up two floors, she considers the fun she will have toying with her dolls at dinnertime. 

Lindsey instinctively knew from an early age to hide her dark, twisted impulses from the rest of the world.  But, now here, in her own private domain, she will finally have the chance to blossom, and turn her new, gorgeous pets' constant tribulations into her own boundless, sadistic joy.

Having been exposed to a myriad of human torments in her father's processing center, the 'meal' she has planned for her captives will be unlike any dinner they have ever experienced, or ever wish to again.

End of part 1

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