Punishing Kandi
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"Kandi," a voice said. "Time to go to work."
"Yes, Mommy," Kandi opened her dark brown eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"That's okay, hon," the other woman said. "Give my nips a suck. I want to do you for your coffee break. It makes you more productive. Besides, it's fun."
"I like it, too, Dot."
"Good news. Hank's coming to Tampa and he has a new girl that he's bringing from Silver Orb." Dorothy was a petite blonde tanned by the Florida with blue eyes and small breasts, but still was larger than her lover Kandi. "Amanda is afraid of intimacy. We are going to have her for a day or two and she is to be constantly touched by at least one of us."
"I remember when I used to be like that," Kandi sat up as she spoke, combing back her shoulder-length brown hair. "I was a newbie translator at Vegas Station for the Office of Military Intelligence. What a fool I was."
"You paid for it," Dot said softly, "I saw what was left of you after the brothel got rid of you."
"I had given up," Kandi's sigh lifted her tiny cone-shaped tits. "I don't know how I managed to survive two decades there. Then Hank bought me. He looked into my soul and told me that I'd be pretty again. I found myself believing him. Then I fell asleep and didn't have nightmares anymore."
"Shower time, girl."
Dot and Kandi got off the bed. The shower room was a few steps away down the hall from their room. The quarters were compact, but compared to most slave kennels, Dot and Kandi were in luxury quarters. They had each other.
"You miss him, don't you?" Dot asked as they started the shower running. Kandi nodded. "I'm worried about you. You seem depressed."
"I just turned 50," Kandi said.
"I'm 53," Dot said. "Look at us, girl! We look like teenagers. The age reversal treatments work. We both got life enslavement sentences, but Hank wants us both to be free in another 70 years."
"If I got to stay with Hank in Silver Orb or anywhere, I'd be grateful. I'm afraid of the sex change he's scheduled."
"I'm looking forward to it! I want to stick my cock inside your cunt" Dot smeared liquid soap on Kandi's bald crotch as Dot spoke, "I want to try it all. Have you figured out what you want to be when you are freed?"
"You can always use that penile insert." Kandi sighed as Dot's fingers caressed Kandi's cunt folds. "I think I want to be Hank's daughter, and then be enslaved again as early as possible."
"That prosthetic prick gives me the illusion of having a dick," Dot smirked. "I liked the sensations, but the real thing has to be better. The drawback is that the insert fills my cunt—I'd like to try fucking you with a real cock while having my cunt and ass stuffed with other cocks. I think I want both a cunt and a cock. Would you still love me?"
"Of course. If you are going to be a herm, please stay feminine. Keep these wonderful breasts."
Suddenly Kandi flashed back to the Sonic Boom Casino 31 years ago. Kandi was watching a younger edition of herself named Kandice Conestogah, a young technician in the Capitallian Defense Organization. She was celebrating her birthday by breaking the law. Kandice had a fake ID that listed her age as 21 years old because Nevada law prohibited minors from entering casinos or from buying and consuming alcohol. Kandi was wearing a slutty outfit and excessive make-up. Her green dress was a halter-top in front and barebacked. The hem stopped only a third of the way down her thighs and was split up the sides. Her black thong and a pair of spike heel shoes were all that she wore. Kandice held her clutch purse in a death grip and no wonder! She had been practicing poker for the last several months. Her purse held more than $6,000—all of it hers. Kandice hoped that she'd come back to work on Nellis Air Base a rich woman.
"Kandi, come back to me. Come on, lover. That's more like it. You were having a flashback. We have to tell Hank. You aren't sleeping well. He might take you back with him."
"Dorothy, did you ever feel that you deserved everything that happened to you? I'm feeling guilty about what I did."
"Oh, dear! If you don't tell Hank that you're having trouble then I will. You need help and you need it right now."
"I thought I got over fucking up my life 31 years ago." Kandi inhaled through clenched teeth as Dot penetrated Kandi's anal ring. Kandi composed herself as Dot inserted two fingers. "Thanks, I need that. Today is the anniversary of fucking up my life beyond repair. I wish I hadn't killed those kids. When I learned that I was a murderer I wanted to die but they wouldn't let me. I met Hank and I felt so unworthy. Hank fixed it. He sees me as I want to be. I am just running low on Hank. After work will you plug me up in both holes and let me lick you until you can't take any more? I'd rather be in a threesome with you and Hank, but I'd rather make love with you when I can't be with Hank."
"After our shift, I promise!" Dot cleaned up her hands and rinsed off Kandi's body. "Come on. We need breakfast."
The two slaves dried off and walked to the common area pod at the end of the short hallway. Naturally neither woman bothered to dress. They were entirely nude, not even collars. In the recreation area a pair of life-size toy men was engaged in mutual oral intercourse.
"Who left the toys out?" Dot demanded.
"I did," a strawberry blonde said from the kitchen.
"You know the rules, Ginger. Clean up after yourself."
"I will, Dot. Megan and me were playing but we stopped because it is our turn to make breakfast."
Dot sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I guess I'll get over it. What's for breakfast?"
"I was thinking Ginger a la mode, with me laying on the table wearing your food and all of you eating breakfast off my naked bod—but no hands!" Ginger smirked. "Megan and I were talking. We would kind of like men here, but except for Hank we haven't had any luck with men. Megan and I were considering asking that we get our sex changes now."
"Doll, Hank told me that he'd have to rebuild our girl parts so that we could have babies," Kandi rubbed her own flat belly. "I'd like to be a mother before he makes a man out of me."
"What's for breakfast?" Dot butted in.
"Eggs over rice. If you want, I have some soy sausages I can heat up."
"Any fish left?" Kandi asked softly.
"Sure," Ginger lowered her voice. "You okay, Kandi?"
"Why is everybody asking me if I'm okay?"
"Because we love you, dear," a raven-haired oriental woman came out of the kitchen with a tray. "I have some kippers. I need to go to the market for more. Anything you'd like?"
"Salmon would be nice, Megan. I just want some fish. Any fish, please."
"I'll have some salmon steaks tonight. By the way, Mrs. Baker's surprise party for her son, would you like to?"
"I want to ask Hank," Kandi bit her lip. She was on the verge of tears. Kandi crossed her arms over her small, pert breasts and hugged herself. "I don't care. It is nice to have sex with boys, and the money is nice. But I feel so empty inside."
"We're here for you, sister," Dot hugged her lover. "You've been moody and I know it isn't PMS. That place cleaned us out with their bargain basement hysterectomies. We were enslaved for life—no manumission. It was economical for birth control purposes and we never had periods again, so we were able to work 365 days a year. Hank said that we'd have to be male for a while so that we could relate to all of our children. After we were boys for a decade, Hank says that he will make mommies out of us."
"I'd rather have Hank decide for about the Baker boy's birthday party. I don't feel right making personal decisions anymore." Kandi pressed her face against Dot's and closed her eyes. "I feel better being told what to do."
Dot glanced in Megan's direction. Megan set the tray on the table and reached underneath one end, pulling out a small box.
"I'm starved," Babs entered the room into the recreation room. She was tall with round breasts and brown eyes. Her black hair hung down past her shoulders. "Oh goodie! My favorite! Poached chicken eggs over brown rice."
"Kandi and her fish again?" the sixth woman's nose wrinkled as Ginger brought in a tray with condiments, including two small fish filets. "I love you, Kandi Cones, but I can't stand fish."
"Dillon, dear, you aren't fooling anybody," Babs told the flat-chested sixth woman. "You'd eat your weight in fish if Hank asked you to."
"You'd eat dog shit and bark at the moon if Hank suggested that he liked that in a woman." Dillon's dark eyes smolders that peered through her platinum bangs. "I know that you hate shit. You had to eat enough of it in that kinky brothel."
"Touché, Dillon," Babs mussed the platinum bowl cut hair on Dillon's head. "Everybody in this pod would do whatever Hank told us to. It's not just the implants."
"Hank would say it was the implants and hypnotic suggestion." Ginger spoke as she lugged two stainless steel pitchers to the table.
"Just proves that even the best men don't know anything." Megan replied. "I've got him."
Hank Dalton's face appeared on one wall of the recreation room, replacing the pictures that had been here. Human heads are not three meters tall, but Hank's face filled the screen from floor to ceiling across the distance of nearly 4000 kilometers. Horses could be seen in the background. Hank's eyes peered into the room through the two-way video link.
"You have your war face on, Hank," Megan said.
"You signaled emergency," Hank cryptically replied. "It is six AM Nevada time."
"It is ten AM Florida time Kandi is dangerously depressed." On the screen Hank could be seen focusing on something below the video pick-up, making it appear that he was looking through the floor. In the background Beverly Albertson's face appeared. "Hi, Beverly. How's Emmet?"
"He's with me right now." Beverly replied. "He's bearing up well."
"And your kids?"
"Growing like weeds. You should see how they're doing in school, especially Danny."
"Ladies, I need to talk with Kandi." Hank said.
"Master," Kandi went as formal as she could while naked and wrapped up in Dot's arms, "I have no secrets from my sisters."
"I don't need interruptions." Hank's eyes scanned the room and locked on two more naked women entering. One was a bald ebony-skinned woman with large, tear drop-shaped breasts capped by coal black nipples. The other was a slender Latino with medium-sized cone-shaped breasts tipped with puffy chocolate brown areola and jutting nipples that were finger-tipped size. "Looks like I've been overwhelmed by events. I needed to have a conference with your team. Kandi is the priority. She is acute and Megan made the right decision to call me. Kandi, your implants show that you are severely depressed and that you haven't slept well. I'm not going to let you have a sick day because I need you. But tonight Dot will drug you and you will both sleep in the pod room. Dot, you can use the sleep inducer or a pill or both, your choice, but I want you to remain awake and watch her for the first hour. You can leave the pod open so that you can touch Kandi. Just don't crawl inside. There isn't room."
"You could build them for two," Dot clamped her hand over her mouth. She wanted to say that she was sorry but Hank's next words let her know that she was forgiven.
"I assigned you to care for Kandi because you love her more than you love yourself, Dot. Tonight, use the pod. Tomorrow night and for the next three nights you may drug Kandi if you think she needs it. I see that she hasn't been sleeping well for almost two weeks. Kandi, tell me your dreams." Hank's face softened as he spoke.
Kandi reluctantly described her flashbacks. Hank waited for her to finish. Kandi blushed and stopped talking, organized her thoughts, and REPORTED on her dreams. Normally dreams are a series of flashes, much like disconnected video clips. These clips are always in full sensory mode, but some people can only recall black and white images. Most can recall color images when prompted and many can recall sounds, even occasional feelings of motion or touch. But the sleeping mind is experiencing that subjective eternity, not merely staring sightlessly at a flickering slide show. Emotions run deep, almost as deep as the primitive sense of smell. Kandi wasn't graphic when she described the mutilations she suffered as a terminal whore, as someone who was never to taste freedom again.
"I see," Hank said when Kandi had finished. Hank stared into Kandi's eyes from the screen for a long moment. "Kandi, you need to backtrack a bit in your memories. Go back to the day that you flushed your life down the toilet. Go back to the poker tournament. It will take time, so I want you to program that in for tonight. You need to resolve that issue and accept that you are starting over. The past is the past. You can't change what you did. But Kandice Conestogah is dead. You are Kandi Cones now. If you would like, I can change your slave name. The other seven of you, listen up. The way I will free you is through new identities in Project Phoenix. You will have to pass through the wall of fire and come out the other side. I see you have forgotten your near death experiences. I can't get your sentences commuted at 100 years served, and it isn't likely that I will get a pardon from Nevada's governor, especially for you and Dorothy. You others were convicted under different state laws, except Babs and Megan were convicted at court martial by the Capitallia Defense Organization (CDO). The only reason you both received lifetime slave sentences is that the court and jury thought that executing you got you off too easy. I'm nearly finished with the process of reverse aging. I can get baby licenses and ghost your new identities until it's time for you to become minors again. I need your talents for another six or seven decades.
"Kandi, you've paid for ramming that school bus. Dot, you murdered that Citizen for very good reasons, and you've paid for it already. Megan, you made an error in judgment when you told your lover what you did for the Capitallian Defense Organization and you put millions at peril, but we fixed the breech."
"Thanks to you, Hank. I knew they were going to enslave me and that I'd wind up in a brothel for the rest of my life, but when I saw you," Megan grinned shyly and coyly lowered her eyes, "you told me the truth that I was going to be made an example. You debriefed me. I told you everything. They let us make love. When I was in that bottomless pit getting fucked by human garbage, all I had to do was to remember that one time and the warm glow you gave me. Sometimes when I was cold and hungry, I'd remember you and that glow would make it all right. I never lost hope. It was fifteen years, but I deserved it. Two people lost their lives because of me. You saved the rest of them."
"I was on drugs and that brat wouldn't shut up," Ginger said. "I was convicted of scalding that child to death. At the time I didn't care about anybody else. After I bit someone's cock off they yanked out my teeth and used me for fetish work. When I couldn't do that any longer, they auctioned me off. You out-bid everybody else and told me that I still had things to do."
"I do. You have just started, Ginger," Hank's steel gray eyes bored into Ginger's very soul. "You had to learn to care about other people. It wasn't easy for you. As soon as this assignment is over you can fulfill your destiny."
Hank broke eye contact with the flushed, panting Ginger. He scanned the eight women and then focused on dark-tressed Babs.
"Babs, you were screwing the Sergeant of the Guard while you were supposed to be on duty and terrorists made off with a truck load of weapons. They killed the other sentry. The Sergeant of the Guard killed himself on the spot and somebody had to pay. I thought ten years at hard labor was enough—especially with the radiation you absorbed during the Hoover Dam cleanup-- and I managed to purchase you and cure your radiation sickness"
Hanks huge face looked into Dillon's smoldering dark brown eyes. "Dillon, you bankrupt two non-profit organizations and you wound up working 25 years in the mines. You had black lung and collapsed. They let you go for a case of Fizzy Fuel."
"A whole case?"
"Yes. 25 one-liter self-chilling bottles of bubbly blue alcoholic beverage."
"I wasn't worth that much."
"Yes, they should have held out for two cases. I made a good investment in you." Hanks words left Dillon glowing.
"As for you, Peggy and Nita, if you hadn't surrendered the Idaho State Militia would have used a bunker buster on you. Failed revolutionaries usually get executed for treason. The only reason that you avoided the death penalty was that the hostages you held begged for your lives. I remember picking you up from the pig farm, Peggy. You were missing all your toes due to frostbite. Your owner didn't follow the rules regarding your care. How's that left arm"
Peggy flexed her muscular bicep and wiggled her fingers. "I wish that you had fixed the other arm."
"That's what exercise is for. It was intact except for nerve damage and I did fix that."
"Thank you, Master Hank, for bringing Peggy and me back together," Nita had dyed her short crop of hair purple. "And thank you for re-growing her toes."
"You spent your time in Hell, Nita," Hank told the last woman. "Like Peggy, you had been sold to a citizen who just wouldn't follow the rules."
"Master, it was my fault too. I rebelled." Nita lowered her eyes to the floor. "I gave up at the end. Suddenly there were police everywhere and you took me to Silver Orb. When you reunited me with Peggy, I vowed that I'd do anything for you. Until Peggy told me about her injuries I didn't even know that I had been maimed."
"All eight of you have committed capital crimes and been convicted. In some cases your owners committed capital crimes against you. Just because you were a slave didn't mean you had no rights." Hank's eyes narrowed and his 'war face' returned. "Even citizens have to follow the rules. You were sentenced to life as a slave. If the court had ordered your executions, you wouldn't be here now."
"Master Hank," Kandi disengaged from Dot and stood before the screen straight and proud, "I want to remain enslaved to you. When I'm in your presence I glow inside," Kandi patted her chest just below her jutting breasts," every time I think about having your children, nursing them at my breasts, raising them to be strong citizens of Capitallia. Even though I am in Florida and you are in Nevada I feel as if you are with me in person. I glow. I am going to be okay here because my sisters won't let me get in trouble."
"Of course not, sister," Dot embraced Kandi from the rear and nuzzled her neck. "You are my life right now. I don't know how I'd go on living without you."
"You would honor my memory by reaching the destiny our master has given you," Kandi said. "I'm sorry that I didn't ask for help, Master. I don't know why I didn't."
"I know why, Kandi. It wasn't a death wish. You got over that desire to die years ago. All of you did. What happened was that you are becoming men." Hank's face laughed at the expressions on the eight slaves in the room. "That was a poor way of putting it, but you were ignoring petty little discomforts and concentrating on your assignment. It happens to mothers. I'm afraid that it happens today. Many mothers will go hungry when there's only enough food for the children. Baby licensing limits that sort of thing, but it still happens. We need to reform the labor market so that it is market forces and not government edict that sets the number of jobs. I've got a labor shortage here at Silver Orb. I could use some teaching assistants."
"You'd want them all to be naked women, right master?" Kandi quipped.
"You are feeling better already. I'm going to need to hold these conferences more often and not just write e-mems to you."
"Master, if you've finished with Kandi," Babs said, "I want authorization to fix a problem. Mrs. Baker is a widow and a citizen. Her husband was killed three months ago when several men robbed his general store. It's where we get our groceries, sundries and PonyEx shipments. She's going to have to sell off her store slaves soon. With your permission I'd like to make her an offer as your representative. I'd like to offer her a present for her son's birthday. He was eyeing my tits and pussy—"
"I don't blame him," Hank said. "They're worth looking at."
"You say that to all your girls," Babs replied.
"But it's true in every case. They're worth looking at."
"Yes, well," Babs was blushing from the roots of her brown hair to her nipples. She wondered how Hank managed to get her embarrassed. "Mrs. Baker's boy is having a birthday and we worked out a business plan to save the general store. The primary plan is that you purchase an interest in her store and buy her slaves. That way the store can't be stolen from her and the slaves will be safe from resale. I was going to suggest that her boy Wendell be enslaved if he can't join the Florida State Militia or the CDO."
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ENSLAVEMENT of ESTERI knocked on the back door. After several seconds, the door opened and there he was. When I saw him slowly glance up and down my body, I tingled with excitement. It reaffirmed my choice in clothing (absolutely nothing but very tight short shorts and a brief tie halter that I amply fill). It had been weeks since my husband had made love to me. I was extremely horny, and perhaps my sub-conscious was hoping that this good looking young stud would seduce me."I came to borrow a...
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The year was 2136. The United States would be unrecognizable to those who had lived there in the early twenty first century. For one thing there had been a civil war over the issues of taxation, the voting franchise and slavery. Ultimately the side that prevailed in the far greater number of states was the side that wanted a major reduction of taxes, a limitation of the voting franchise to tax paying citizens and the return of slavery. A new nation named Capitallia was formed consisting, at...
Joshua Luceno was the president's chief of staff and personal secretary. At the moment Josh was baby sitting Hank Dalton aboard Air Force One. The Capitallian edition of an official state aircraft was a gigantic flying wing with a span of 110 meters and a length of 80 meters. On board was a full video studio that was eight by ten meters with a two and a half meter ceiling. It wasn't an extravagance. The President of the Capitallian Republic used the secure studio frequently when traveling,...
The evening after that brutal public punishment fair I relaxed at home and thought about what sentences I would hand out. I was feeling a good deal less vindictive after watching that cruel exhibition — just as the judge had indicated. What would happen to the prisoners next was up to me the judge had said. I checked my messages and found one from Judge Morelock's law clerk. She said the judge would like to see me with my attorney and opposing counsel in his chambers the day after next if...
I had spent the night naked in jail after my ill-fated escape attempt. By morning I was shivering with cold as I wrapped myself in the one blanket I had been allowed. The cellblock, which had been dark, suddenly was full of light and sounds as guards came through banging their batons on the bars to wake up all the prisoners. Soon a male guard unlocked my cell and jerked me to my feet, handing me at the same time some jail-issue clothes. "Prisoner 4306! Use the toilet if you need to. Then...
Ten Years Later Much has changed in Stephanie's life and in my life. Ten eventful years have passed. Stephanie has established herself now in the profession psychologist Paul Gregory suggested to her. She is a practicing slave Advocate and is also called upon to teach classes in the subject. One morning I was an observer watching her teaching a class of new hires for her employer, the Williamson Agency. "Class", Stephanie began, "when you go to an employer site to perform an audit, your...
The Enslavement of Rose by Tiff Baker . Feedback and comments welcome at [email protected] Chapter 1Rose Hoffman sat at her computer bored again.? She was done all her homework and like most high school girls her age, she had more important things in her life than school. She loved to play field hockey, and hanging out with her friends, but she had another interest that she didn’t share with anyone.? She loved to read S&M stories. She had been secretly been reading them since she was only...
Sweet Suzie's EnslavementA Love-slave Story (fiction) by mgdspiritI had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself,...
Conspiracy To Emasculate Kenny By Marion Several weeks had passed since Kenny had his prostate unnecessarily removedby Lana's lover, Doctor Kathy Carter, as part of their conspiracy to totallyemasculate him. The two women had conspired to take everything he had financiallyand then destroy him emotionally, mentally and physically. Lana was having a delightfully erotic time converting her one time arrogant,womanizing husband into a subservient worm, through severe physical...
President Proctor had called two emergency meetings of the Capitallian National Security Council. Like the old United States National Security Council, the primary stated purpose of the Capitallian National Security Council was to advise the President of the Capitallian Republic on courses of action. Military, law enforcement and diplomatic actions were not the same as in either the old United States of America or the current United States 'Remnant.' Only Capitallia's Congress could make...
Greg Masterson had asked me to use whatever influence I had with the ballet company to help the dancer, Jennifer Maisten. I also knew this would please Stephanie who had put Masterson up to this in the first place. I knew that Jennifer was a criminal who had embezzled money from the company. When the public prosecutor had declined to prosecute her, the company had launched a successful private prosecution. The company then was empowered to pass sentence on Jennifer within the statutory...
Amanda's Enslavement part 2 Chapter 1 "You girls clean the office and patio, then head upstairs and get ready for dinner. I have business to attend to, before we'll leave. Jennifer, I expect Amanda to be 100% ready in ninety minutes." Susan leaves us alone and we gather up the cocktail and wine glasses. We bring them into the kitchen, and load them into the dishwasher. Jennifer looks quite pleased, and is humming a tune as we work, so I remain quiet. We go outside and...
The next day, just after lunch, I stopped in the bank branch near my office and got on the short line to my favorite teller. I had checks from several customers to deposit and needed a cash withdrawal. Tanisha looked pretty and very professional as usual. When she saw me standing at her window I saw a distinct blush suffuse her face. "What can I do for you today Mr. Steelforth?" she asked. While her greeting was not unfriendly, I thought she was making an effort to stay more formal and...
Guests should begin arriving at 12:30PM, she (the hosting Cd) said, so be here by noon. You’ll have time to get dressed, apply make up, and I’ll shoot some warm-up photos while we wait. I arrived promptly at 11:50AM. It’s always both exciting and a little spooky meeting a new gurl-friend as it was that day as I approached and rang the doorbell. But, she immediately made me feel warm and most welcomed. I couldn’t help but notice a table in her playroom where there were six of the largest rubber...
I was just an ordinary heterosexual guy who enjoyed exploring his feminine side and cross dressed regularly, a thoroughly enjoyable and inoffensive pastime carried out by millions of men across the world. Everything was going fine until one day I met Judy. She changed my life forever. This, then, is my story, the story of ... The Enslavement of Allison ? by: Allison Smith CHAPTER ONE: "JUDY" I do not know when I first had the urge to cross dress - it was probably in my...
Enslavement of the Amazon Princesses The Earl, still decked in his combat amour watched the erstwhile twin princesses of the Amazons kneeling naked, bound, lovely and humbled at his feet. Their heads bowed before the man who now owned them, the beautiful loose curls of their hair; one blond the other brunette flowed down in cascades to the pert round orbs of their tits. He looked down at his new slave girls with a smile that wasn’t cruel. True they had caused him a lot of trouble but they were...
Steven's Enslavement By Peppermint Gomez Chapter 1 Here I was, 21, fresh out of college with a useless degree and completely broke. I had taken the terrible advice to "follow my heart" in my studies, and ended up with a degree in History. If I'd been able to go to grad school the situation might be different, but my parents were gone, and I had used up all my inheritance just getting to where I was. I was behind two months on my rent, if I didn't find a job in a few days...
Hello every one. This is a little story that I wrote in honor of Wife # 24 in the Your Wife's Lovers section of Dark Wanderer. I hope that you, as well as they enjoy it. There are so many sexy wives in that section that I would love to write about. However, I shall be taking a vacation from writing these stories for a few months. I should be able to return in the fall. Till then. ****************************** Christine's Enslavement ...
True enslavement PT 3 No one answered, but the severity of my situation became more evident the brighter the room became. I was still on the floor, my legs to my side, leaning on one arm as I slowly turned my head to scope the entire room. " this wasn't a room, it was more of a jail cell". The bed wasn't against a wall, as I had assumed it was, it was in the center of room, each corner of the bed had a post that rose all the way to ceiling. There must be fifty eye hooks in each...
Alicia's Enslavementby SirbootnockaChapter 1: The dealThe entire Jones family was at the dinner table today, to partake in this meager meal. The Parents, Carl and Aline, sat at opposite ends of the table. Alicia, the eldest at sixteen, sat at their father's right. Amelia, the quintessential middle child, sat at his left. She was going on fifteen. And Amy the youngest, sat beside Amelia, closer to her mother. Two of the girls had the same hair color as their father, ash blonde, except Alicia,...
Damn! After Stephanie's rejection in that hotel bar, I hurt in parts of me I didn't even know I had. Sure she had said she would have trouble relating to any man after her experiences being raped. But the part I really heard was when she said she couldn't relate to me because I was a slaver. That hurt! I had been feeling both lust and something more than that for this woman ever since that day I performed a "Creditor's Examination" upon her naked person in my office during her...
The next morning my secretary advised me Greg Masterson was on the line. When I picked up he greeted me warmly and said he had a business proposition for me and would I be free for lunch that day? I was intrigued and readily agreed, quickly rescheduling another appointment. With Masterson it was best to accommodate to his schedule. I arrived at his favorite restaurant on the Upper East Side near Central Park. It was the same restaurant where I had my original fateful meeting with him to...
A few days after my meeting with Masterson I had called the referral he had given me. An interview was quickly scheduled with Ben Silverstein for a possible accounting job with Silverstein and Associates, Public Auditors. The interview had gone very well and a few days later they had called me with an offer. I told them that I wanted to take a week to think it over. The week since the trial had passed quickly and the day of public punishments for these people had arrived! I was to have my...
We headed back up to our suite. Once there, Pyx cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. I had Vonda help. When they were done cleaning, Vonda and Pyx walked to where I was sitting, in the recliner that was part of our entertainment center. They knelt at my feet. I waited a minute before I spoke. The two waited in silent anticipation. "Pyx, are you sure you want to be my slave?" Trembling, she nodded. "Yes, sir." "I sighed. "Very well. Both of you, go take off your clothes....
Amanda watched the drone plane on her right as the drone flew not more than ten meters from the stubby air car's starboard thruster fans. An identical drone plane was on the left. Farther behind the sky car and almost invisible were two human-crewed aircraft and several more drones. "Amanda, release your safety harness and get in the back seat," Hank directed. "I need you to put on a slave collar, a dress and a pair of sandals because Eglin is a federal reservation. You know the...
"Manny" was actually Herman Fredrick Herring, a fact that he gave up immediately when he was in the pod. "Manny" didn't have all the information that Hank Dalton desired. "Manny"--or Herman, as he prefered when he wasn't working--was expendable and was told only what the job required. Inside the pod Manny was made to believe that he was the only survivor of a raid gone wrong. "It was a trap!" Herman told his nameless boss. "They gunned us down. I managed to escape. If any of the...
In 2106 a madam named Ellen Sterling was faced with a problem: some of her girls were quitting after making their fortune and starting families. In some cases, the girl's customers quit patronizing the Sterling brothels. Ellen did some market research and found out that the patrons would like to "make time" with their old favorites. The girls would have been willing if they could have a family. That is how Ellen Sterling got into daycare. At the same time, some of her working girls...
Hank Dalton was going to break the conspiracy's back by removing certain slaves from the USR. These 54 citizens, wrongfully enslaved, were skilled specialists in mind control technologies. In a small compound outside Savannah, Georgia these citizens were working on the next generation of bio-digital slave control implants, the improved software and the other techniques of controlling slaves humanely. They were being held on a compound at the Old Hunter Army Air Field, part of the Fort...
One day I received an engraved invitation at our agency's office. It indicated that I was invited, as a "World Class Patron" of the National Ballet Company of Capitallia, to a special ballet event for patrons only. It was to be an "Un-Dress Rehearsal" of the company's upcoming performance of "La Fille Mal Gardee" (The Girl Who Is Not Well Guarded). Well of course I knew what a "dress rehearsal" was but I had never heard of an undress rehearsal, so I read on. It seemed that during...
Soon after the conversation in which the Masterson psychologist, Paul Gregory had suggested to me a career in advocacy, I interviewed with Bud Williamson at the Williamson agency. "Miss Glenn, I have heard much about your innate abilities and your empathy for those who are indentured or enslaved. And you did very well on the battery of tests we gave you this morning. I just need to satisfy myself on a few points, OK?" "Go ahead sir." "Stephanie, if I may call you that, do you believe...
Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
One Friday morning I was again summoned with Jeremy to Bud Williamson's office for a conference about Rachel Green. I knew that our agency had the previous week received the official assignment from the Court to protect Rachel. "Stephanie", Bud began, "yesterday Rachel turned herself in at the courthouse as directed for her whipping. By this evening she will have been transported to 'Morrison Whip Masters Ltd', where there is to be a large well advertised public whipping of several...
Two weeks had passed since my interview. I had just about given up hope of landing the job at Masterson Automotive when the phone rang and it was Jeff Duncan. He offered me an entry level position in their accounts receivable department and named a starting salary that sounded good. My department head would be Tom Jenkins, while my initial training supervisor would be a Miss Watson, assistant head of the department. It was agreed that I would report for work the following Monday. On Monday I...