Slavery

Chapter Eight

Once her arms were released, Wendy sat up and stretched to ease the tightness in her shoulders. As she looked toward the rest of the room, she noticed the young man who'd given her the ride locked in the torrid embrace with a young Chinese girl. One of his hands was clutching her full tit and the other was massaging her cunt, while she was stroking off his stiff cock. Near them, a middle-aged man was sucking the tit of an older woman as they caressed each other's groin.

Chapter Seven

Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.

Chapter Six

Carl surveyed the narrow gap between the trees as he sat, the engine of the van idling, on the shoulder of a secondary road. It was obvious that the trail wasn't often used, but it was also plain that other vehicles had been over the ground in recent months, if not weeks. Furthermore, he had seen no sign of life along the road for at least fifteen miles, had passed no cars nor been passed by any. Whistling, he put the van in gear and turned the wheel.

Chapter Five

"Got one," Carla spoke into the microphone of the compact CB radio under the dash of her sports car. She could see the van Carl was driving a few blocks behind her. "The redhead at the far end of the line."

"Gotcha," Carl replied. As his sister's Alfa Romeo shot onto the approach ramp to the Interstate, he accelerated a little to insure that he was the first person to offer the intended victim a ride. Already they had missed one prospect when the car immediately behind Carla's had stopped for the girl.

Chapter Four

Despite her final conscious thoughts on the evening she enslaved her Chinese maid, Carla MacLoud didn't actually take any concrete steps toward obtaining a new body to play with as she desired until ten days later. Her decision to go out and hunt for a new victim came about abruptly, after what happened when she arrived at the house in the middle of one morning after she and Carl had gone tot he club for a round of tennis and swimming.

Chapter Three

Mei-Ling's body reacted wildly to the command. One moment she was lying languidly on the chaise lounge in the afterglow of her cum, the next she was sitting up, her feet on the floor and the muscles in her legs tensed to spring. "Nooo!" she cried in horror. "I can't, I can't!"

"Certainly you can," Carla retorted. "Arid you will, It'll get you ready to taste my pussy-juices when you're eating me."

The Oriental girl shot to her feet and backed away from the other. "Nooo," she moaned, "nooooo."

"Yes!" her abuser shot back.

Chapter Two

Even while the Chinese girl's body was vibrating from the unexpected cum she'd received from having her employer shoot off in her mouth, Carla was crossing to her side. As the haughty, blonde woman dropped to her knees beside her, Mei-Ling wondered what was going to be done to her. She was sure that she was not going to be forgiven for what she had done, but she had no idea of what form her punishment was going to take.

Chapter 6 -- Beaten Down

I was captivated. The thought stayed with me. The thought of her
forced to swallow, seeking it out and all because of me. I found
myself stealing away from lovely days spent with my dear Deana to
visit Roxanne. During long mornings in bed with Deana, we
satisfied each other, but my head flashed with the strobe images
of a submissive Roxanne. Deana takes all my loving. From me,
Roxanne takes a different kind of love.

The little motel room is looking more and more like Vopat's back

Chapter 5 -- Taking it Down

Madame Freya kept a scandalous old estate. She never told me
where I was, but the staff spoke German. She had cooks, maids, a
butler, chauffeur, the household manager was the enforcer.
Everyone had a job. Mine was to provide sexual services on the
demand of her staff, as well as her guests. Freya enjoyed hosting
`parlor games' for her guests. And I was to be the entertainment,
the more perverted the better. Every night I was expected in her
private chambers. I put everything I had into pleasing her in

Chapter 4 -- Down and Out

That is how it started. Days walking through the park hand in
hand with Deana. Midnight dinners by candlelight. Nights of sweet
romance. Stolen breaks away to see Roxanne, while Deana worked
the local household suppliers convention.
Locked in her motel room, I became Roxanne's lifeline. Unlocking
the door, restocking the little refrigerator, providing her only
human contact. She had become a kept woman long ago. Kept for
sex. Fantasy fulfilling sex. Though not necessarily for her.