Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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*SMACK* Rebecca followed up the rhetorical question with a firm slap to his ass as she walked by and sat down at the kitchen table. “Make two pieces for me, lightly buttered. Do not burn them. If I see even a speck of black, you overcooked them. Make yourself something too. We have toast, cereal, fruit, oatmeal...” Her voice trailed off and she was already lost in a text book; presumably studying for an exam. Rebecca's smack stung, but that level of discomfort was nothing compared to what...
The slaps to the face which awoke Zack were light ones only because Rebecca couldn't utilize her full strength. He was still trapped under the covers where he'd spent the entire night roasting in his sweaty latex prison. The hot and sticky gimp suit had become a second skin, glued to his entire body and immobilizing him just below Rebecca's pungent sex. She had woken several times and put his tongue to work; enjoying orgasms throughout the night before drifting off to sadistic dreams of...
This wasn't how Zack typically spent his Friday nights. He would normally be back at his dorm reading a book, watching Netflix or adding to his vast collection of degenerate internet porn. His friends, however, were having none of it. Tom was a suave ladies man who Zack had known since high school and Marcus was a football player that Tom had introduced him to three years ago. They were good friends despite their vastly different experiences in life and over the summer Tom and Marcus had made...
(Author’s Note: I get a lot of anonymous feedback from writers, and one in particular was from a friend of mine I had not talked to in a while. You know who you are, China Dolly. Send me an e-mail with your e-mail address since you’re not on FL anymore. I’ve missed talking to you… Here’s another chapter to my Enslaved to the Mob. It’s short, I know, but something I’m proud of. As with all of my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age or older, and the intellectual property of this...
As I stepped into the department store, I had to resist thenatural urge to turn left and head for the electronics section.Instead, I turned right, penetrating deep into the mysteriousworld of women's apparel. Feeling conspicuous, I tried to look asif I belonged, relieved that there were no crowds so early in theday. This was the third time I had attempted this, and I wasdetermined not to chicken out again. I knew what I wanted, but not where to find it - and I wasfar too nervous to ask for...
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'No it's not! She's different! This could be fucking awesome!' The metaphorical angel and devil wrestled in Zack's mind as he made his way down the dimly lit hallway looking for Ash's apartment. The long walk across streets and parking lots had been chilly. It was just before eight o'clock and Zack had navigated the maze of student housing with time to spare. As it turned out, one of the women who recently sodomized him lived in the same development, just two buildings down. He was...
When I woke up Sunday morning it was already almost noon, Tom must have let me sleep in. While it was a nice gesture, I was a little surprised since he had spent so little time with me last night but had said he wanted to talk to me. Was this his way of letting me know how angry he was that I had been spending all my time at Dave and Gloria's house? If only I could tell him the truth, but I was scared of what would happen when he found out what I'd been doing in the last weeks. I still...
“When shall we be leaving for the ‘Paradise’?” asked Melissa on the following day.“As soon as I have heard favourably from Madam Vesta,” replied Quentin. “And I am presuming I will.”Madam Vesta! Melissa, despite everything, still felt the faintest of shivers go through her at even the mention of that name. All the same, she could not deny she was much beginning to look forward to the trip. Under Quentin’s protection, she would be an honoured guest on the vessel and there should be plenty of...
"You know how to make toast, right?" *SMACK* Rebecca followed up the rhetorical question with a firm slap to his ass as she walked by and sat down at the kitchen table. "Make two pieces for me, lightly buttered. Do not burn them. If I see even a speck of black, you overcooked them. Make yourself something too. We have toast, cereal, fruit, oatmeal..." Her voice trailed off and she was already lost in a text book; presumably studying for an exam. Rebecca's smack stung, but that...
(Author’s Note: This chapter does NOT contain any sex/erotic scenes. Purely this is for the storyline of the series. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.) With gentleness, Nikolai places Angelique on top of the large bed. His hands softly find the blankets, pulling them over her as she curls up into a ball. ‘Smart move earlier… ‘ He...
(Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, it’s been a little bit of a rough and busy patch with finals and stuff like that. This is a short chapter, yes, but very crucial to the story. As with all my stories, all characters are eighteen years or older, and property of the writer.) Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting...
“Yes master” Ratchel in pain said sobbing into tears with a gag ball in her mouth that made the words out of her mouth less comprehensible. Gary had the thickest cock over all three of the boys. She always made her scream loudest whenever they compete over making her scream loudest, but that’s only when the competition is about fucking in the cunt, the one who truly made her eyes red with tears and throat whimpered with scream was Helen whenever she takes charge of ratchel. Ratchel had the...
The chair was made of rich black leather and it’s back reached high up over her boss’ head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stern judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk. “Mr. Alex,” she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, “I promise you, I didn’t have anything to do with the money that’s missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!” “Look,”...
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“He’s waking up,” he heard a voice say. Jim started to bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes only to find it chained to a steel pole as was his other arm and legs. “What the fuck?” he said in a whisper. A bright light was switched on as a slim, dark haired woman with shoulder length dark hair. She was naked and he stared dumbly at her exquisite 38C tits with pinks nipples before looking up into her face. “Hello Jim,” she said. Jim blinked his eyes taking in the woman who...
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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...
“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...
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...
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...
“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...
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...
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,...
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...
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....
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
“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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
“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...
“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...
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...
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....
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...
“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...
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...
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...
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...