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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 down her flat stomach, she slid her hands around to the mounds of Diane’s ass. She squeezed and kneaded them before sliding her fingers between her cheeks. Madison began to probe her tight hole with her index finger.

“I want your finger in my ass! Please! Fuck my dirty little hole with your finger!”

Madison did as she was asked and pushed her finger inside Diane’s rectum making Diane moan. She began to work her finger in and out of Diane’s ass.

“Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good for me!”

Madison brought her other hand around to Diane’s pussy. Sliding her fingers along her slit, she thrust one inside and then another and began to simultaneously fuck both Diane’s holes with her fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass harder! Make me cum! Oh! Oh God, Madison! Yes!” Diane moaned. “Fuck! I’m coming!” Madison felt Diane’s cunt juice squirt all over her fingers and brought them up to Diane’s lips. She sucked each one of Madison’s fingers clean.

“Thank you, Madison. You made me cum so hard.” Madison smiled. “That’s what BFFs are for, right?”

Diane laughed.

She rinsed herself off and let Madison step under the spray to wash off. Diane picked up the bottle of soap, squirted some into her hand, and began to work up a lather of suds she covered Madison’s tits in. She began to knead and massage Madison’s breasts the way she had hers. Madison leaned back against the tile wall, enjoying the sensations running through her.

“Open your legs for me.”

“Why?”

“A BFFS is always supposed to return the favor,” she said with a wink.

Madison braced her thighs apart and watched Diane knelt on her knees. Spreading the folds of Madison’s pussy apart, she began to lap at her clit with her tongue, sucking and licking it over and over again. Madison moaned softly at each stroke of Diane’s tongue. Her fingers found Madison’s wet pussy and fucked them in and out as she licked and sucked her clit. Madison began to pant like a bitch in heat hunching her cunt insistently against Diane’s face and fingers.

The rush of pleasure built up inside Madison and she could stand it no longer. “Oh! I’m going to cum! Uh, uh, uh! Yes!”

She screamed loudly, the vibration pulsation rocking her cunt to its core. Madison whimpered softly as Diane withdrew her fingers from Madison’s cunt and put them in her mouth, sucking them.

“Your pussy taste so sweet. I love when you cum for me like that.” Diane kissed her lips, sliding her tongue in and out of her mouth making Madison moan as her pussy began to tingle once more. Diane abruptly lifted her head.

“Not now, baby. We don’t want Sam getting jealous, do we?”

Madison smiled.

“Speaking of whom,” she said gesturing with her head over her shoulder. Sam stood right next to the shower door watching them with a smile on her face. “Save some for me I hope,” she said loudly to be heard over the running water. Madison laughed as she stood to rinse off. Diane waited for her to finish and turn the water off before stepping out of the shower with her.

Diane looked Sam over from her shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes to her round, luscious breasts to her curvy hips and long legs. She wore a black tank top with no bra and her nipples stood erect through the fabric of her top. A mini skirt grasped her hips and her long legs curved as she stood in her short ankle high heeled boots.

“So this is Sam? Wow. Madison’s told me all about you, but she forgot to mention how sexy her lover is.”

Sam smiled and held out her hand to Diane who grasped in hers and brushed a kiss on her knuckles.

“Enchanté, Diane.” Sam’s brown eyes roved over body from her large, round breasts, pink, nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, thick but muscled thighs.

“Are you a dancer?” Sam asked. Diane looked surprised. “Yes, I am. I dance topless part-time at The Red Velvet Tavern.”

Madison smiled. “It’s not like Diane needs the money. She just does it for fun. She loves the attention.”

“I got your attention,” Diane remarked. Madison smiled. “Yes, you did get my attention,” she said tweaking one of Diane’s nipples slightly.

“I have a day time job as a chemist. How did you guess?”

“Your muscle tone told me. I’m an athlete and a personal trainer.”

“That’s not all,” Madison replied in a sing song voice.

Sam shook her head at Madison. “How about you two put on your robes over there and we have a glass of wine?”

“That sounds good to me,” Diane replied. Madison nodded.

As soon as they were in their robes, they sat down in the next room which contained a leather sofa, two recliners, a coffee table, and a small fridge. Diane looked around the room, impressed.

“This is Sam’s little getaway. She bought it after we met and I helped her renovate it into a small apartment,” Madison told her.

“I thought you were a sex therapist, not an interior decorator.” Madison shrugged. “I do both from time to time and have a degree in it as well.” Madison walked to a cabinet and retrieved three wine glasses while Sam pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and popped the cork.

Madison sat down on the sofa with Diane beside her and Sam took the recliner to left of it. She poured them each a glass and handed it to them before sitting back with in the chair to drink her own.

“Ah! 1983. A good year,” Sam said with a wink. Diane looked confused. “The year I was born.” Diane nodded.

“So how do you know Jim?” Diane asked her. Sam swirled the wine around in her glass before taking two big gulps. “Let’s just say our matter is a very personal one,” she said picking up the bottle of wine and refilling her half-empty glass. She sat it back down before asking.

“How do you know him, Diane?”

Diane’s eyes took on a look of pure rage. “The son of a bitch ruined my life.”

She took a long swallow of wine before setting her glass down on the table letting Madison refill it. Diane graciously took it from her and took another sip.

“May I ask what happened?” Sam asked softly.

Diane nodded.

Then she began to tell her story.

“It was the night of my bachelorette party. I’d gone out with my girlfriends for one last hoorah.”

Diane scoffed. “Hoorah, my ass!”

Sam’s perfectly arched brows rose.

Diane took a sip of wine before continuing.

“Jim was there. He hit on me, flirted with me. He bought me drinks all night. We danced dirty, grinding on each other. I didn’t see harm in it. I knew my fiancé had his party that night so I figured why shouldn’t I have a little fun? But it went from harmless flirting to something else. He had been slipping roofers into my drinks all night. Then I told him I was ready to go home. He offered to take me and so did my maid of honor. I wasn’t in my right mind and I knew something was going to happen if I let him take me home.”

“You let him take you home anyway,” Sam stated.

Diane nodded a single tear in her eye.

“He was so seductive. It was like he knew where to kiss me and where to touch me that restraint just melted away. I thought my fiancé would never know. So I gave in. The sex….It was incredible. I hadn’t cum that hard in so long!”

Diane glanced at them both, their expressions one of understanding it seemed.

She continued on.

“But that’s where it ended. The next morning I awoke up. My fiancé had texted me a dozen messages. I was naked and was just waking up when I read them. He said why I had texted him saying that I went home with a man last who had pleasured me better than he ever could. He had also received pictures of the guy’s dick in my pussy while we fucking and his cum all over my body. He had sent me a text right at the moment I’d waken up saying he was coming over.

“This had better be a joke.” That was what the last text said.

"As soon I got done reading it, my bedroom door burst open and there stood my fiancé gazing at me naked in my bed. He came over and inspected the sheets. Cum covered them and it dry crusted on me.”

“He just stood there shaking with hurt and anger. Then he said I’m glad I found out what a slut you really are before I married you! He left after that. He wouldn’t take my calls or my texts. I came over to his place but he wouldn’t answer the door. Before he changed his number, he texted me saying I hope it was worth it! I cried all the time after that. I was depressed for so long.”

Diane wiped at tears she didn’t know she was crying. Sam handed a tissue to her from a box underneath the table top. “Then I met Madison here. If I hadn’t, I don’t know what I would’ve done. She helped me through it.”

“I helped her to understand that it wasn’t entirely her fault. She had trust issues. She didn’t like the fact that her fiancé was going to be around sexy strippers that night and it was one of the reasons she gave in. She wanted to feel better. She hadn’t trusted that her fiancé would remain faithful to her even when tempted with lust and desire from another attractive female. It didn’t help in the first place that she didn’t wasn’t too fond of strippers or dancers to begin with.”

“My trust issues steamed from find my father at a strip club I followed him to. He went home with one of the dancers after. He’d been seeing the woman for six months. I threatened to tell my mother if he didn’t end it. He decided to end his marriage with my mother instead and moved out.”

Sam looked confused.

“But you’re a dancer now?”

Diane nodded. “It was part of the sex therapy. I needed to build my confidence back up and I wanted to learn to be a little bolder and wilder in the bedroom. Madison suggested I take pole dancing classes and then actually do it. I was nervous but I dressed up my best. I bought a naughty cop uniform outfit to wear, did my make-up real good, and curled my hair like an 80’s actress would.”

“That was my idea. I thought it would make her look like a bombshell and I was right. I offered to come see the show since I thought that would help her to know she had a friend out there in the audience.”

Sam smiled. “And it must have helped obviously,” she said winking at the both of them.

“I wish you could have been there, Sam! The song buttons by PCD came on and she was absolutely in her element. She was so sexy grinding and shaking her hips in ass. I swear my panties were soaked! She wasn’t even done yet! She started to unbutton her cop suit on button at a time when the tempo speeded up! Then she took it off, let it slide down to the floor. She did the dance the dolls did at the end and when she did the little jump number, the globes of her ass jiggled fantastically! You should have heard the guys whistling and shouting at her! She was wearing this tiny white thong with little hearts all over it. The guys loved it when she popped open her thighs!”

Sam noticed how Diane smiled while she listened to Madison rave about her striptease. “She didn’t get one dollar bills! She got twenties, fifties, and there five hundreds in her g string at the end of her dance!”

“Wow!” Sam exclaimed.

“The owner of the place offered her a full-time job, but when she told she only do it part-time, he agreed. She’s the featured dancer and when she’s on stage, the club is packed!”

“I wouldn’t say packed, Madison. I mean I do have my regulars. I only dance two to three times a week.”

Madison waved her hand as she sipped her wine. “She’s just being subtle,” she said when she finally set her glass down.

Diane laughed. “Sam, it’s your turn. I told you my story. What’s yours? How do you know Jim?”

Sam sat quietly in her chair, sipping her wine. She sat her glass down before replying, “It’s simple really.”

Diane glanced at Madison for help. Madison shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Sam sighed. “Jim is my brother.”

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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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