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Black Horse - or Sheep?

Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Uponwaking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table,to see if there is any significance to this particular night time vision.It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Consideringall that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.

Passion is my life. Indolence, carnal licentiousness, pleasuresof the flesh, they are all mine – and I love them. I live my life easybut to the full.

Mind you, there are those who would not approve. For them,the black animal I dreamed of would have been more appropriate had it beena sheep. For that is what my family see me as, I am sure. The black sheep,with whom they have as little to do as possible. Still, why should I care?I have the way of life I want and I had just made myself a tidy sum of cashthat would ensure I continued to live in the manner to which I had become accustomedfor at least the foreseeable future. Yes, life was good and that silly littleEnglish girl would pay for my staying in luxurious comfort for another coupleof years in this Mediterranean paradise.

I sat back in the shade, sipped my drink, and thought abouthow stupid – and unknowingly generous - she had been, `my` young Julie.

It was the time of day I liked the best and I sat out onthe patio beneath the canopy of vines and sipped my sweet wine. The smellsof the Mediterranean evening wafted around me, propelled by the gentle breeze.Frangipani and hibiscus lent their subtle blend to the still-warm night airand the cicadas and crickets added a cacophony of sounds that completed thepicture to perfection.

The sounds of music and the occasional burst of amplifiedvoice could just be heard drifting up the hillside, rising occasionally abovethe clicking of the insects, but I did not mind that for it was that that paidfor all of this luxury. No one entertained in that part of the island withoutbeing booked through me and for that privilege, they paid me an agent's commission.Around the waterfront and the old harbour, in the hotels and the town, thebars and discos would just be getting going, making me money.

It was then that I heard the bell, not that I had to reactto it One of my men would get it. By leaning and lifting slightly I could seewho it was at the heavy barred gate and when my man turned I waved for himto let her in.

She came up the curving slope of the footpath between thebushes bending with the weight of her backpack and guitar. Silly bitch! Ofcourse, I knew all about her and watched with mild pleasure as she approachedthe patio. She was hot and sweaty and mentally uncomfortable too. That wasobvious from her tentative expression. And so she should be after the abuseshe had given me!

She had opted out of college in far-away England and comeout here in the close season to `entertain` in one of the bars, on the understandingthat when the season came round, the regular girl would replace her. That timehad duly arrived a couple of weeks back but instead of taking her paid-forflight home, she had sold the ticket and hung on trying to get another job.Not easy, and especially so since I had `blacked` her. She had opened her moutha bit too much for my liking when I had explained about the commission system.A bit of high spirits did not go amiss with me but not cocky abuse! As a consequence,she had walked the streets for the last 2 weeks being greeted universally bythe area`s shake of the head that meant `not a chance of a job`.

I had kept my eye on her. She had run out of money 5 daysago and out of friends to give her a bed 2 nights ago. It had been only a matterof time before she had come up that hill from the town to apologise. And hereshe was!

I had my man fetch her a cool drink and told her to sit.She dumped the bag and the guitar and slumped down in the chair, avoiding myeyes. She thanked me and then, after a pause, made her apology. She was pantinga bit, mostly from the physical effort; my villa was 400 feet above the harbour,high in the foothills of the mountains. But there was the breathlessness ofnervousness there, too. I suppose she was not used to crawling!

There was sweat running down her face from her forehead.Her long, dark hair looked as if it could do with a wash. She was no beautyqueen at her best, but she had the freshness and vigour of youth on her side- normally. Now she looked beaten and tired.

"Would you like a bath?" Her head came up. There was suspicionin her eyes. "I know what you have come for, Julie, and we will talk aboutthat in the morning. You can use one of my guest bedrooms till then." No-onedid anything for nothing. She had learnt that hard truth over the last fewdays, but when I added, "I`ll see you out here for breakfast at 8 a.m.", shethanked me with some awkwardness and rose to follow my man.

I watched as she hefted the bag up and her guitar. He didnot offer to help. He would put her in the back guest room - the one with thebars on the window. I had plans for this girl! I had had her checked out. Arift with her parents when she chose to dump her further education, which theyhad no doubt paid for, had left her pretty well isolated from them. At bestthe occasional postcard just to say she was OK. Only she wasn`t. Not now! Itwas good of her to have made her way up to my villa herself - especially inthe dark. Hopefully, very few people would have seen her make her way up thehill and those that did would keep their mouths shut, for me.

She looked a damn sight better at breakfast. Fresh, cleanand with her long hair shining. She had on cut-down jeans, showing me her longlegs and a white tied-off shirt so I got plenty of bare midriff. All calculated,of course. We had fresh fruit, chilled fruit juice, croissant and coffee andshe remarked shyly how pleasant it was, on my patio at that time of day. Iasked her if she had slept OK, then where she was going to sleep the nightcoming. That stopped her in her tracks, reminding her of her problems.

"I was hoping….." Her voice trailed off.

"What? That I…..! I let my voice trail off, mockingher, and shook my head. I offered her a shrug. "Not at this time of year, Julie.Except…" She looked up expectantly, "There is always the exotic dancing!" Shecouldn't hide the disappointment or the disgust. Dancing with just tiny knickerson, and sometimes not even that, on top of a bar or in a disco cage. One stepfrom the back room shows for money thrown in the ring, where pseudo lesbianstuff and Coke-bottle masturbation took place. I grinned at her and said itwas OK. She could stop with me for a few more days.

She swam in the pool and sunbathed beside it. It was thethird day when I strolled over and told her to take her top off. Of course,she had gone topless like so many of the girls, done that on the town's beaches,but up here in front of me and my men, that was different. She said she preferrednot to.

"I am not asking, Julie. I am telling!" I stared her out,for she was glaring back. "Consider it a little payment of rent, should wesay? Make the place look pretty and stay on, eh?"

I didn't press it then, but the next time she swam, shecame out and laid face down, she loosened her bikini top. When she got up,she left it on the sun lounger. When I wandered over and chatted to her, sheflushed a bit and stared me out, looking up at me from the sun-lounger in thatchallenging way she had. Her breasts were small for a 19 year-old but theywere very firm and high.

It took her 4 days to realise she was a prisoner. She cameto me almost stamping her foot in anger.

"Your man won`t let me out of the gate. I want to go downto the shops." I asked her what for. "What's that got to do with you or yourmen?" she asked, in a huff.

"What do you want, Julie? Tampons, towels, panty pads? Whatdo you use?"

As it happened, that was not what she was after, but mypseudo-familiarity made her really angry. She demanded to be let out.

My calmness angered her more. "All you should need is here.If it isn`t you ask me and I`ll get it for you. Now go and do your sunbathingor whatever and stop being a nuisance." She stomped off.

I issued instructions for my men to keep a closer watchon Julie. Late in the afternoon she came and found me and asked if she wasgoing to be allowed out at all. She had caught on! I just smiled at her andshook my head. When she asked, still rather angry, "Why?" I grinned again andtold her that was my business and left it at that. Meanwhile, since she seemedto have time on her hands, she could spend some of it thinking how she wasgoing to entertain me. She should be prepared to dance for me that evening,on the patio. She stared at me for a long time but sensibly restrained fromsaying anything, before stomping off again. I noticed she had coloured up alittle.

I had to send for her for dinner and Juan my head man sortof ushered her to the table. She was in jeans, not her usual shorts. Aftera light meal, I had the tape player brought out. She watched them setting itup in silence. I nodded and they switched it on. I had chosen a quiet piecewith a good strong rhythm line but it was wasted, I am afraid.

Julie blushed a bit, looked away and shook her head in refusal. " I`mnot going to dance for you." She told me.

Now we were on an official basis, I decided to have hermoved to the `special` room we had for naughty girls. Out the back, in theold stables. One little vent opening, way up high in the back wall, a narrowbed and a thin mattress, a bucket for emergencies and a locked door. I hadher put in there stripped to her underwear.

The following morning, I had one of my men bring her tomy breakfast table. She looked tired, hungry and thirsty but very sexy stoodthere in her bra and knickers, held before me by her arm by one of my men.I asked her if she were going to dance for me that night or did she want tospend the day in her cell thinking about it? She nodded, straight away, headlow in shame and asked if she could get dressed.

I had her conducted back to the proper guest room and sheappeared half an hour later looking more her normal self except that she seemedsomewhat embarrassed as she asked with awkward diffidence if she could havebreakfast. She was learning.

When you dance tonight, Julie, you`ll be topless. OK?" Shestopped eating in surprise and looked sideways at me. Her eyes wide with suppressedanger again "But you can keep your panties on tonight, Julie. Tomorrow night,you`ll dance nude."

I believe she was about to say something silly, so I quicklyadded that she could spend the day back in the cell, if she wished. Then wewould discuss again this evening. In the event, I think she thought she couldwait to refuse when the time came to dance. Certainly she looked pretty shiftyand increasingly uncomfortable as the day passed. After dinner, I had the tapeplayer brought out and put on some nice rhythmic guitar music and looked ather pointedly. "Please, not topless!" she whispered. She looked so pretty,blushing like that, that I relented and told her topless tomorrow, nude thenight after, then. I made her take her jeans and blouse off and she dancedin bra and briefs and very nice it was too. Actually, she danced well. No jumpingabout. Slow and with the music, hands held shoulder high, moving to the beather head hung low, dark hair swinging, looking the sweet young prisoner shewas. She had a natural sense of rhythm and, once she got past the self-consciousstage, moved well. When I told her enough after 3 numbers she scooted off soquickly with her clothes under her arms I did not have time to thank her.

The next night, she blushed a pretty shade of pink as shetook her shirt and bra off and then her shorts and danced in her lacy knickers.After 3 tunes I let her sit down again, but not put on her clothes. I calledfor fresh drinks, so she had to sit still while my men served us. She kepther eyes properly lowered. I liked her in shame! There was a pleasant sheenof perspiration on her breasts, I noticed.

"That's very good, Julie," I told her with genuine praise.She blushed even more when I added that I looked forward to tomorrow night!She wouldn`t look me in the eye after that and asked if she could go off tobed.

24 hours later, after a light dinner, I told her it wastime. Blushing quite profusely, she leant close to me and asked in a whisperif my men could be sent away, She would do it for me, but not them. It wasa good try, but I rightly refused her request. I started the music and shegot as far with her stripping as thumbing the waist band of her knickers beforeshe froze.

"I can`t!" she told me.

Of course, what she meant was she did not want to and Iexplained the difference

"You don`t understand," she told me. "taking your knickersoff, for a woman, it is like the last protection. It is like saying…."

Her voice faded and I finished it for her. "It is like sayingyou are ready to be fucked, eh, Julie?" I laughed. "Do you not think if I plannedto fuck you, I would have done it by now?" I scowled at her. "Now, enough ofthis. You'll do it, or you`ll suffer."

The silly bitch chose to suffer.

I asked her if she knew what urtication was. She didn`t.Half an hour later, she did!

I had purposely cultivated a special crop of nettles inthe garden of my villa for some time. Nettles with a particularly vicious sting.Grown for just this purpose, to punish foolish young girls without evidenceor lasting damage. That was what we used to beat Julie`s breasts.

It was such a simple process. A light beating and then confinementin her cell, naked apart from the knickers that had caused all the troublein the first place.

I looked in on her before going to bed and found her huddledin the corner of the cell, sobbing her heart out. She begged me to help her!

Her breasts were mottled pink all over, with raised whiteburn-bumps. Of course, cuffed as she was there was no way she could touch herself.I cupped her chin and got her to stop crying long enough to listen to me. Iasked if she were going to be a good girl in future and do as she was toldand she nodded pathetically eagerly. "Nude dancing tomorrow night then?"

"Yes! Yes!" Then, desperately, "Don`t leave me! Please!" Andas I locked the door on her, her desperate cry, "I`ll sleep with you! PLEASE!"

The following night a very contrite Julie stripped and dancedfor me while I ate my dinner. Then I let her eat hers beside me - still naked.I told her I had decided she could go without clothes altogether now and thatin future she would be kept naked. She weighed everything up and sensibly saidnothing.

Julie did not come out to breakfast in the morning. I hadto send one of my men in to fetch her. He quite seemed to enjoy escorting thenaked youngster to my table even if she was quite angry. I explained that Idid not expect any little tantrums and if she needed a lesson in humility Iwas just the one to give it! Since she wanted to be petulant his morning, Itold her she could eat on her knees and put her plate of fruit on the floorat my side. She knelt, pretty legs folded under her, and pressed very closetogether and ate using her fingers. I poured her coffee into a bowl and lether lap it up. By this time, she was weeping quietly, the indignity of herlowered head and raised bottom quite too much for her. Then I made her remainon her knees until I had read the morning paper and had drunk my traditionalsecond pot of coffee before telling her to go to the kitchen and ask my cookfor work. Poor Julie looked up at me in shock. It gave me a lot of pleasureto inform her that from now on she was going to have to earn her keep!

I had an elderly Spanish woman who lived in and who wasgenuinely amused to see the way I treated the young English girls I broughtto my villa. Julie was not the first who had reported to her in the nude askingto be given a job! The 2 young women who cleaned about the villa were fiercelyloyal to me too and were not averse to laughing behind their hands at the sillyEnglish girls` predicaments.

Do you know, the desirability factor of an attractive youngwoman is multiplied a 100-fold by her enforced nudity.Julie - my Julie as she had become - had looked reasonably desirable in herlight summer clothes, or sunbathing topless by my pool. When dancing for menaked, she had taken on an even more attractive hue. No beauty queen, but shewas not bad looking. Dancing naked, her firm young breasts moving as she turnedand twisted and bent, her thighs somehow held so close together you could hearthem rub as she contrived to hide her very best charms, all below the mostbecoming blushing face, gave her that extra femininity that made me want togo the whole hog and rape her. But not by an uncontrollable amount! Now, asshe moved about the villa doing her work very self-consciously nude, I wasgetting closer to introducing her to the sex side of things.

I was enjoying `playing` this pretty young girl. No needto rush. I let her suffer the `public` nudity and enjoyed her shame. I instituteda daily programme to keep her busy and suitably aware of her new status inmy house and home. She worked, she slept in the cell, every night now, andwas fetched at 6 a.m. to shower and report to the kitchen cook. She servedall the men their breakfasts and then, when I was ready to eat, she servedme, bringing my tray out onto the patio. It is difficult to imagine a morepleasing sight than a blushing, naked young girl bearing a sweet breakfaston a Mediterranean morning. Then it was back to the kitchen to clean everythingup under the iron rule of my Spanish lady.

Julie did object just the once at being used this way. Webeat her arse with some nettles and she settled down!

I insisted too that she keep fit. An hour running roundthe garden late in the morning and again at dusk - closely supervised by mymen with nettles in hand! 50 lengths of my pool before siesta in the afternoonkept her slim and lithe. And then there was the dancing, of course. So, youngJulie started to learn her new role, one of service to men. And all this shedid, pretty and pink, all thighs and breasts and dark pubic hair on her belly,with my young men constantly on hand. She did not like my young men lookingat her. Saw it as a threat to her honour, I think, them being young, fit andrampant males, and her being a young, pretty and naked female. It kept a niceedge on her nerves!

Julie became a much quieter, much more respectful younggirl. Then came the day she asked me outright, when would I let her go?

I told her when I had finished with her, which merely servedto puzzle her more. `Finished with her`? What did I mean? How long would thatbe? Would I send her home to England then?

I think she still harboured thoughts at that stage of beingallowed to go free. After all, no-one had actually assaulted her and she hadcome to my villa of her own free will. OK, she was made to go around with noclothes on but there were women practically doing that on the public beacha few hundred yards away. And she had been `tortured` with the stinging nettles,but there was no harm done, no evidence of maltreatment to show how she hadsuffered. And, most important. Not one male hand had been laid on her in asexual way. Which, funnily enough, was clearly adding to her problems.

She was no virgin, although I knew from my enquiries thatshe was not a promiscuous girl, unlike most who worked on `my` island. Butshe had experienced the delights of having her young cunt filled by a healthilythrusting prick. Now, here she was, kept nude, surrounded by half-a-dozen youngmen who made no secret of the fact that they lusted after her with their eyes,and practically `owned` by me, and no-one was touching her! I knew she masturbatedin her bed at night and during the siesta afternoons. That particular` guest`bedroom was bugged and the rhythmic rustlings and stifled sighings were evidenceof her frustration. After a few days, I do believe she would have preferredwe put her on her back and fucked her to get it over with.

Anyway, to prolong her belief that she would eventuallybe released and to supply her parents with the periodic, reluctant `I'm OK`note, I let her write a postcard to them. Under my control, of course, andposted from another island some way away! But the truth was she was not O.K.And she never would be. Not now, not any more.

So now, this blushing young lady was my prisoner. She ateher light dinner at my side, was given half an hour to digest it and then reappearedbefore me and my men to dance for 15 or 20 minutes for our general delight.I encouraged her to be inventive and give her performance some thought. A coupleof skeins of stinging nettles laid at my feet where she could see them servedas incentive. I told her that since we had stung her breasts and her buttocksthe next logical place to be punished must be between her legs.

She danced well!

As we progressed through the stages of incarceration withJulie, I considered it necessary to increase the security arrangements. Becauseshe was locked into her cell at night, I warned Juan to increase the vigilanceof his men during the day; our reluctant `guest` would be making a bid forfreedom soon, I was sure. Early one evening, she was conducted into my presencebetween 2 smirking guards. She had chosen just after dusk to make her attempt- and failed. It was the first time I had seen Julie really frightened. Rathera nice sight, actually.

"She was caught going over the back wall, Boss." Juan reported.Two more of my men held Julie`s upper arms, giving her a certain amount oflift to raise her onto her toes. Young women were pretty helpless in that position.She had been back into her old bedroom and dressed. She had her jeans on anda tied-off shirt to make her escape in and had her small bundle of belongingsin her rucksack.

Everything out of that was destroyed in front of her eyes,right there on my patio. Clothes cut to ribbons, including her underwear. Thenshe was made to strip and what she had been wearing was destroyed in frontof her eyes as well. She was sobbing by now but standing without fighting thegrips on her arms, knowing that she was in enough trouble without the futilityof defying me any further. She knew she would be punished but when I sent herto my bedroom, her eyes widened momentarily before she ran away to comply withmy order, weeping.

She stood beside my bed, wringingher hands and waiting, the tears silently sliding down her cheeks. Besidemy bed! There was a telling position. She expected me to rape hernow! Inviting the inevitable, I guess.

When I opened my dressing table drawer and took out my crook-handledcane and laid it on the bed, she put both hands to her face in horror and groaneda long, "Nooooo!"

I made her kneel up on the padded top of the dressing tablestool and bend forward to place her hands on the floor. That position threwher buttocks nicely high, into the ideal caning position.

After just the first stroke, she gasped, groaned and startedto beg, but she did not attempt to get up. After 6, she was offering to doanything, as they all did. I stopped, put down the cane and stripped. WhenI presented myself at her head, cock bobbing in invitation, she let out anothersob and opened her mouth. She was hot, wet and warm. As she sucked and lavedmy knob with her tongue, she made her way up my legs with her hands until shewas holding my hips. When I was ready, I withdrew from her mouth and made herput her hands behind her back. I masturbated myself - onto her face and hair!Now she knew her place, and I left her kneeling there on the stool to thinkabout it while I got onto the bed and rested.

What a sorry sight young Julie was becoming. Beginning torealise that I probably had no intention of releasing her, with all the associatedconcerns about what was to happen to her long-term, she now had the indignityof serving me in a most intimate sexual way and having the drying blobs ofmy semen in her hair and on her face. Julie was being used in the most degradingway and there wasn`t a damn thing she could do about it.

I had one room set out as my office. The big mahogany deskhad a covered foot-well. The next time I worked in my office, I had Julie enterthe foot-well before I took my seat. When I sat down, I unzipped my shortsand extracted my penis. Without any need for words, and without my actuallyseeing her, she `voluntarily` sucked me while I worked!

Which left just 2 stages to go in my amusing degrading ofthis pretty young woman. The first I would expedite at my villa; the secondrequired a discreet phone call.

Julie watched her `audience` assemble on the patio, headhung in shame. I in my comfortable chair and 5 of my young men on more uprightchairs, each with a more than usual expectant grin upon his swarthy face. Tonightthey were on a promise that Julie, as yet, knew nothing about. In truth, theywere not actually expecting the fulfilment of that promise on that particularevening. They understood the vagaries of the young female psyche. Our female`guest` would have to undergo a certain amount of expiating pain before shewould bring herself to the new low I intended for her.

So, Julie danced, her usual nude and attractive, initiallyself-conscious, performance that eased after a couple of minutes into an eyes-shut,more absorbed spectacle. My coaxing her by quiet, insistent counselling hadresulted in the dances becoming more sexual. Nothing blatant or obscene, youunderstand, just that I now insisted on the odd subtle bump and grind and theoccasional opening of those silken thighs in our direction!

She always gained an attractive sheen in the warm Mediterraneannight air, and this time, as I turned off the music and the polite, mockinground of applause rang out, I refused her permission to exit to the shower.

"You have teased these poor young men long enough, Julie!" Itold her. There was a stirring amongst the assembly - including her. I thinkshe imagined for just a moment that I might be about to let her go! "You haveshown yourself to be quite adept at satisfying me. I think it is time you extendedyour generous service to my men."

I am sorry to say that the opening of 5 zips in the frontsof shorts and the sight of 5 semi-erect penises put our young lady into a bitof a panic!

As I had warned them, my small team of guards had to settlefor a bit of teasing instead, on that occasion. We did the `teasing` on thepatio, which meant that Julie had to be gagged for the first time. Her screamswould have rent the air otherwise. They gave her 2 strokes of the cane each,for which she touched her toes quite unrestrained, although she cried a lot.But when the nettles were fetched, she required cuffing and then 4 of themto hold her while the fifth applied the salutary unction. Breasts first, becauseshe already knew what that meant in the way of prolonged discomfort. Then herbottom, that sweet, split hemisphere so recently striped, then with long legsheld apart by willing male hands, as promised, the insides of her thighs andthe actual core of her sex.

My men took great delight in decorating her vagina, witha thorough and close attention to the fat lips of her cunt. When she was borneaway to her lonely cell for the night I do believe she was already wishingthat she had settled for the multiple oral service! When I looked in on herlater, she was writhing on the floor of the cell, clearly in considerable pain.Still gagged and cuffed, she made a pretty sight. Her mumblings into the fatleather ball were amusing to say the least. I think she was promising the earthif I would only do something about her nettle-rash!

The following night, when she watched her audience assemble,poor Julie was already in tears. Tonight she knew it would not just be a dance.I watched quite happy to be merely an observer on this occasion as she danced,admittedly less gracefully that usual in her distracted state, and then sankto her knees and swallowed 5 separate libations of healthy male sperm. Funnilyenough, after the last lot had been generously donated deep into her throat,she had to suddenly lean over the patio rail and vomit into my rose garden!

The next night, she managed to keep it all down, at leastuntil she left our presence. The next morning, as she served my breakfast,I informed her that in future, I was making her mouth available to my men atany time, so it became a common sight, for instance, to see our naked Juliestopped in the course of her run around the garden to sink to her knees andremove the erection from some young man's loins with some expert fallatialactivity.

Three days later, a very respectful Julie asked if she couldspeak to me. She wanted to know if I was going to kill her! She could see thatshe could never be released after what I had done to her, but I was honestlyable to tell her that I had no such plans and that she would be leaving myvilla very soon. Whether that cheered her at all I do not know. I fear thatmy 19 year-old `guest` had become quite cynical about my intentions for herby then.

The luxury yacht moored offshore, the better for our purposeand I went down just before dusk. The hospitality was of typical Arab standardand I enjoyed seeing Masool again. Julie came out in the small launch soonafter dark, an anonymous little bundle with 2 of my men keeping her company.Once she was on board, they removed her cloak and the gag and straps and handedher over to Masool`s people who brought her to the shuttered main cabin andMasool and I.

I had arranged for her to be presented in a shimmering silkgown of midnight blue. It had thin shoulder straps and fell only as far asmid-thigh and screamed that she was naked beneath it. I almost felt sorry tobe losing her.

I motioned her forward. "Come and meet your new owner, Julie." Theword `owner` did not please her, although of course she must have guessed asmuch. Her eyes were skitting all over the place like a nervous filly. At me,at Masool in his white Arab robe and at his men, positioned discreetly aroundthe room, quiet and threatening to her, no doubt.

She came forward hesitantly, and Masool chuckled softly.He liked to see them frightened. "You have not told her, my friend?" He heldout a hand and shook it when she did not take it. "Come child - sit here atmy feet."

It was difficult for her to do so without revealing whatwas - or was not - under her skirt. She was all legs! Masool rubbed her hairlovingly between his fingers, smiled, bent and smelt it. She flinched but didnot pull away and he laughed.

"You have trained her well, my friend. But not too well,I hope. I like to see them learn - under the whip!" Julie began to cry quietly.She knew better than to make a fuss.

To her humiliation, I explained in English that she hadnot been sexually trained at all. "Well, not beyond her ability to suck cocks,anyway!"

Julie sailed away that night to her new life. No more wouldshe be writing her reluctant postcards to worried and confused parents. Shehad simply become another of the many young girls who disappear without trace,to serve their betters in an obedient and pleasing manner. And I sat beneaththe stars and enjoyed my Mediterranean paradise.