Slave Trade

[Fetish Angel]

OOC: My first time starting a thread... hope it's ok and please join me!

"You're next," the merchant whisper into my ear. I'm dress in a semi-transparant cloth, with collars and chains all around me.

The merchant drags me onto the stage. "Now we have number 34, one of the finest doll we have in our collection. In fact, all of our dolls ARE fine."

That receives some snickers and giggles from the audience. The merchant clears his voice, and walks around me, microphone in hand.

"She has breast of a 34C, round and beautiful breast. Her cunt is as tight as a virgin, though she's not one!" that gets more snickers from the room and I blush.

"Her ass," he slaps my ass couple times, "is very bouncy. Overall, a fine one. She can take any kind of sex, as long her master wants to. Now, we start the bid at $1000, what do I got?"

I sigh, almost inaudible. I'm only worth $1000?

The bid goes higher and higher, and for the whole time, I look down at the floor.

"Sold to the person in the left!" the merchant exclaims, and drags me down the stage and gives the chain that attach to my collar to the person. "Congratulations," he says.

Then he turns to me, "You be good now, you hear?"

I nod, and turn to my new master. "Master, how may I please you?"

OOC: Open to m/f!

 

[Thor's Hammer]

"you will please me in so many ways." Taking your chain, I lead you to my ship...... a pleasure craft in every sense of the word. Unclasping the chain, I say to you "never try to escape, I will find you..and the pain will be unbelievable.. Go into your room..and dress in what you find there....my other servant - Ann - will explain the rules and your duties."

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 07-29-2000 at 04:15 AM]

 

[Fetish Angel]

I walk silently behind my new master, nervousiness beholds me. He orders me not to run away, which I would never dare dream. I walk into the room he indicates, and find myself in a room full of sexual equipment. Toys, chains, creams, everything. I swallow hard as a beautiful girl dress in black leather comes to me.

"You are the new slut, huh? Come here." she grabs me by my hand, and start patting me all over. "Not bad. There, go dress up. The Master will be in shortly."

I walk over to the bed, where a very exotic dress lays. It's also black, with a t-thong leather panties and a tight bra that holds my breast up high and clearly shows my erect nipples. I put it on quickly, just as Master comes in the door.

"Get on the bed, bitch," he says, "We're gonna to give you an introduction of your future 'career'."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

you lay down obediently....waiting. I motion to Ann...and she walks toward the bed, an evil smile on her face. She glances at the chains, but shakes her head no. I walk to the bed, standing beside it and looking down. I think "She is delicious, well worth the investment."

I reach out...touch you with one finger....

 

[asian cunny]

"Number 35," the merchant bellows. "We have here an Asian beauty." An appreciative mumble from the audience. "Not much in the tit department, only 32 AA," he goes on, poking my chest. A snicker from the onlookers.
"A good tight body, ever tighter pussy and super tight ass!" More snickers and guffaws.
"Asian girls are brought up to please their men and masters, so you will never have any problem disciplining her," he goes on. "And so, I will start this bid at $250."

 

[gypsyprince]

At last...

Malthus sat in the back of the room. He was a wealthy industrialist, always looking for the next big thrill. Although slavery had been abolished for quite some time, this underground slave auction still continued here in Kuala Lampur. His colleagues had told him of it, but he did not believe it was true, and yet, here he was watching as women were sold to Masters and carried off to their ships. If he were a better man he would have this all reported to international authorities, but he didn't get filthy rich by 29 through noble gestures.

The right connections and enough money really CAN get you anything, he thought.

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"Number 35", the merchant bellows. "We have here an Asian beauty."

I watched as he poked and groped the sexy girl on the block.

"300!" "500!" "1000!", went the bidders. I waited patiently until they topped off at 7000 dollars. I thought I had just come to watch the show, but the moment I saw this girl I knew she had to be mine. We locked eyes for a moment, as I smiled at her. She seemed a bit scared, but altogether subdued. She had accepted her fate long ago, it seemed.

"25,000 dollars!", I shouted with a smile, knowing I had deflated the crowds enthusiasm for bidding.

"...going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in the back row!"

The girl almost smiled at me. Maybe it was because of the amount I thought she was worth. Maybe it was because of my looks. I am handsome after all. The paparazzi seem to love me, and at 6'0" 175lbs., with a muscular build, long dark hair, and endless money, so did most women. I grabbed her chains and led her out to the pier, where I had a limosine waiting.

"I am ready and willing to serve you, Lord-", she informed.

"Malthus. I am Lord Malthus", I replied as I pulled her into the car and ordered my driver, Lana, to take the scenic route. I left the partition down so that she could enjoy the show.

I sipped champagne as I commanded, "Undress me. Slowly. I need a full service massage."

My Asian delight nodded as she slid off my blazer and began unbuttoning my shirt.

 

[Fetish Angel]

This is for LadyChance, not mine.

Today's a good sale, and I can sense it. I just sold two bitches out with really good price. I look at the girl next to me, and a smile broaden on my face. This one is gonna make me a fortune as well.

I tug at her chain, smiling cruelly. "Well, your 'friends' are out already, and you're next. You better be good so I'll get my money."

She nods, but without fear. She always has this royal attitute I despise, since she does not know her place. Nevertheless, as long she makes me money, I don't care what she acts like. I drag her on the stage, and turn to my friend's owner--- the buyer. Of course, my best friend is Ben Franklin, since he happens to be on the hundred-dollars bill.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here we are looking at number 47, a very fine caucaccian. Her name is ZayNab, but of course, slaves DON'T really have a name. Their names are all sluts." the crowd laugh.

I undo the clip that clips a cloth over her body, and she reveals naked on the stage. I walk around her, putting my sales skills at work. "See her beautiful blonde hair? And this sparkling eyes? I assure you, ladies and gents, that when she's on bed, her eyes will drive you nuts. Hey, I experience it personally." some guys from the crowd rooted. I smile, and rub her breast.

"These two breast are soft and puffy, and you would just adore eating them. And," I rub her pussly lip, "this hole down here produces so many juices you will never need water again." again, laughters hear from the crowd.

I slap her ass, making the sound as loud as possible. "These ass cheeks are bouncy, let me tell ya. You can just get ereted by looking and slapping them. Oh, by the way, her three holes are ready to fuck in any second. She has this attitute though, thinking she's the queen of England or somethin'. We all know what she REALLY is." some guy yells from the crowd, "If she's the queen of England, I'm the King of England then!! So she'll still be a bitch!"

Finally, seeing that the crowd is wild about her, I say, still fondling her breast and teasing her nipples, "Since she's the Queen, let's start off with let's say... $1000? C'mon, making a queen obeys you sounds like fun, eh? What do I get?"

OOC: Hope this is fine with you, LadyChance! Have fun!

 

[Fetish Angel]

Now this one's mine!

My Master glides his finger around my body. Onto my breast, my nipples, and down to my thighs, toes, and finally, stop at the entrance of my cunt. I moan, and push down with my butt so his finger can get into my pussy. But he withdraws his finger quickly.

"Naughty naughty... I didn't tell you to do anything, slave. Anna my dear, show her the punishment."

Ann bows playfully, her smile is cruel and evil. "Yes, my Lord." she raises her hand, and slap me across the face. "Bitch, you do NOT move unless the Master tells you so, got it?"

"But..." I protest, "He's driving me nuts with all the touching!"

Ann slap me again, this time harder than last time. She grab my hair, and pull me to face closely to her. "No, bitch. You're OUR play thing. You can NOT do anything unless we tell you so, and you will do ANYTHING we tell you. Or...." she looks like a total devil now, a beautiful one. She reaches her hands out to the cabinet next to the bed, and take a hold of a leather whip. "You'll get this!" she whips me across my nipples, and I scream in agony.

"Got that!?" she yells, and I nod, holding my tears back. My nipples erect because of the whipping, and it's throbbing in pain right now. Ann throws my head back on the bed, and Master comes near again, smiling.

"So, let's begin the fun.... You'll learn some rules on the way, and you better remember them..." Master says cruelly.

 

[LadyChance]

LMAO

OOC:: Yes works great for me thank you. You make the greatest announcer. I even puckered up with the excitement.

 

[Maniac9538]

He stood in the shadows watchig the proceedings, mere seconds after the man in the crowd made the statement he went down quietly with an elbow to his throat, luckily for him everyone was paying attention to the lady up on the selling block. He raised a hand and bid. '5,000'
He was easy as always to spot in a crowd of suits, he was also 6'4 and well muscled, but also the fact he wore jeans and a loose tee shirt.

 

[Sweetbitch]

"20,000 dollars." A voice, slightly higher pitched than the rest was loudly heard by the market. She smiled at the shock on the faces of men around her. They had only seen women here as slaves, never as would-be masters. Her tight black suit hugged her petite figure, and she made her way to the front of the crowd, anxious to see if anyone could match her bidding today.

 

[Sweetbitch]

The woman looked at the blonde beauty in wonder. She was amazing, and she new she would go down well at her resort.
She had been to various slave trades before, both for men and women - and all to fill the sexual appetites of her paying guests.
The woman - Zoe Hanson - owned a private island off the coast of brazil. It was quite small, a third of the size of New York City if she was lucky - but it served it's purpose. She had built a large hotel and many outlying condos and villas on it, and charged extortionate prices. Only the very rich could afford it, but she made it well worth their while. It was an island of pleasure, in everyway that could be imagined - and the main way was sex. Singles came, couples came, group parties came - and she supplied them all with everything they desired.
This meant spending extreme amounts of money at slave trades. And she was happy to oblige - the only way slaves could have the pleasure of becoming part of her island was to go through her.
She looked at the blonde on the stage again - she was beautiful. Zoe glanced at the man who had bid before her and smiled to herself, the slave was amazing, but the man looked willing to put up a fight. Zoe was sure the blonde wasn't the only beauty in the line up.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

he smiles..cruelly...and says to Ann..."take your robe off....I want to play."

Angel watches..her breasts and nipples throbbing in pain..but such exquisite pain.....

Ann slowly drop her robe....looks at master....drops to her knees......worshipfully.

Angel is frightened..but aroused....

Master unzips his jeans.....and watches both Ann and Angel. His cock is half hard....a throbbing purple headed shaft....

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 07-30-2000 at 07:57 PM]

 

[asian cunny]

OOC GypsyPrince: Please read e-mail I sent to you, Master.

IC:
Being auctioned as a sex slave was not my idea of having a better life. Me and all these other girls have been lured here by an ad in newspapers all over the world, for a glittering carreer, promising fame and riches. We came from all over the world to the nearest seaport, where we were picked up by a huge steamer and brought here to KL. On the ship, we were pampered by good food, massages, visits to the beauty and hair salon, and more massages. There was also a doctor on board, who checked us for every possible disease. There were about 100 girls from all over the world, all young and beautiful. We were all very expectant of what our job would turn out to be.

When we arrived in KL, we were taken to an empty warehouse, and the treatment we received changed overnight. We were put in chains, separated from each other, given only water and dry bread. We cried, screamed, threatened to call our respective embasies, but the men who brought us there just laughed at us. Some looked at us with lust filled eyes, but their boss reprimanded them and cautioned them not to touch us, as we'd then fall in price. We demanded to be told what was going to happen to us, and bit by bit we understood that we were going to be auctioned off as sex slaves to the wealthiest men (and women)on earth.

I'm a not virgin, and have enjoyed sex with quite a few men before. I wanted to get a good job, then meet and marry a good man from a good background. But now this? I knew there was not much hope that I could get out of the situation, all I could hope for was that the man who purchased me would be a decent man, and willing to set me free. I would explain to him that I'd been tricked and kidnapped to this place, and that he should release me and allow me to go back to my country. Yes, that's what is going to happen. With these thoughts, I resigned myself to the fact of being sold at the auction. I even got a bit excited at the thought of all these men lusting for my body.

When I was on stage at the auction, I looked furtively at the audience. So many prospective buyers, but my eyes caught sight of a dark handsome young man looking at me from the back of the room. Now, there was one, who looked like a decent man, I thought. And honestly, I wouldn't mind being a slave to him, for a while, until I could talk him into setting me free. But to my dismay, he didn't make a bid, although he carefully followed the proceedings.

The bid went up and up, but he still didn't make a move. He looked at me all the time, appraising me, and I'm sure he approved of the way I look. I even saw a gleam of lust in his eye at one time, when he caught me looking at him, and he smiled.

When the fat bald merchant with an eyepatch bid $7000, my heart sank. He'd been bidding competitively since the beginning, and kept leering at me with a toothless smile. If he gets me, there'll be no hope for me to get out of my predicament. I shudder, and look at my dark "prince" again. Just at that moment, he stands up and shouts: "$25,000."

I smile, happy that he gets me......

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Now here I am, in Lord Malthus' limo. We were told to say the magic words to our new masters, that we're ready and willing to serve. He seems happy to hear that, and orders me to give him a massage.

Giving a massage is one of the things I do very well, as my past lovers have acknowledged. I nod and take off his blazer, then start to unbotton his shirt. As I take it off, I see a beautiful muscular chest, lightly sprinkled with chest hair. Then I unbucle his belt, unzip him and take off his pants. I look up at him as if to ask whether he wants me to take off his briefs, too, but he says: "Leave them on for a while. "The driver, Lana, chuckles: "Bet it won't stay on for long, Lord." Lord Malthus smiles, and says: "We'll see, we'll see." He has a flat stomach with a six pack of muscles, clearly defined. I look at his appreciatively, and he says: "Like what you see? Now get to work." I take off his shoes and socks.

We adjust the seats and seat rests so that the back of the limo becomes a kingsized bed. My Lord lies down on his stomach, and I proceed to give him a massage, starting at his neck, down to his arms and hands, then his back, his legs, and feet. He grunts with pleasure at my kneading.
Then I go back up to his buttocks, slide his briefs down and massage them. Now he is moaning, and Lana looks back in the mirror, smiling. "Want to get home, Lord?", she asks. "Yes, yes," he sighs, "take us home."

Now I turn him over and start to massage his head and face, then down to his chest. I like to massage this beautiful man, and do my best to make it good for him. I massage his pectoral muscles, around and around his mams, and see his nipples stiffen. I also notice a tenting in his briefs, that looks pretty impressive. I massage his six pack and his muscles contract, the tenting in his briefs become even higher.

"We're here," Lana says. I look up and around. Shifting my legs, I notice that my panties are wet. Massaging my prince has aroused me, too.........



OOC: I don't know where "home" is. Is it a ship? A mansion? A castle? A hotel suite? GypsyPrince , please take over....

 

[gypsyprince]

The hotel...

OOC: I am not to big on BDSM either, AC, don't worry. Sorry for this long prose but I got attached to the character

"Please, my blazer", I command, as I slide my pants back on again. My slave hands me the jacket, and picks up the rest of my things, taking the initiative to serve me. I smile at her to show I am pleased. Then Lana opens the limo door.

Lana was a voluptuous 22-year-old, born in Rome to a poor family. I had been the reason she didn't go to college. The money I offered her to be my driver and escort was unrefusable. She had served me well for over a year now, with no sign of dissatisfaction. I had not been incontent with her either, as sexy as she was.
I had helped her out of that form fitting black chauffer uniform more than once.

"Hotel Novalis", she said in a professional tone. I stepped out first. My slave was puzzled that I was going to enter the hotel without a shirt and barefoot. I nodded at the doorman as he greeted me with a knowing smile.

"He owns this hotel", informed Lana, "and another one like it in Bangkok called Cyrano. He names them after famous lovers from history or fiction. His two big ones, in New York and L.A., are the Giovanni and the Cassanova."

My slave seemed to be excited by this bit of trivia, as she was fascinated by the luxurious hotel lobby. I was used to this reaction from my friends and dates. Having witnessed it in my slave somehow made me more attracted to her. I suppose I am addicted to the power of my influence.

We took the tube style elevator up to the top floor. I let the slave be marveled by the beautiful sight of the city lights.

"I love Kuala Lampur. This is perhaps my favorite location in the world", I said teasingly, knowing that she could only be thinking of her lost freedom in this situation. She looked at me again with those deep brown eyes and I was enchanted by her beauty. Asian women are beautiful in general, but this one possessed a sort of charisma to her.
"I have dreamed of living this way", she replied solemnly, having searched her soul a bit to find that honesty. She didn't know how much she should trust me, but I could tell she was attracted, and so was I.

Lana had to put a special key in the elevator to access the top floor, which was my personal suite. We entered this veritable throne room, and I dismissed Lana with a peck on the lips.

"I will be waiting downstairs, as always, Malthus", she said as she entered the elevator and returned to the lobby.

I motioned for the slave to drop my things as I grabbed a bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses. I took her hand and led her out to the balcony.

"Do you have a name, pet?" I asked, my hair slightly floating on the night breeze as I handed her a drink. I don't know whether it was the champagne, or my years of solitude trapped in my hard business shell, but I actually felt myself becoming more and more attracted to this woman. She was just so beautiful to me.

To fall in love with a slave. That's better than Shakespeare, I thought, as my hand reached for her face.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC:
Gypsyprince, I don't mind long prose (you will notice I do that, too!), makes it more real and romantic....

IC:
I look around in wonder as we enter the hotel through a private lobby, Lord Malthus only wearing his pants, the rest of his clothes over my arm, his shoes in my hand. If the private entrance is this luxurious, what about the main entrance, I think. My dream of luxury has brought me to this predicament, but I can't help to feel satisfied that I get to savor it too, even as a slave.

Lana explains that my Lord owns the hotel, and several others around the world. I absorb the information with interest. Everything about this man interests me. I wonder if he's married, has a family, where they are. He seems very young still, to be this rich. Where in the world is his headquarters?

We take the tube elevator up to his private penthouse suite, and I marvel at the sight of beautiful KL at night. Lord Malthus exclaims that he likes to stay here best. I hope we will stay here a long time, as this is close to home.

There are so many things I want to ask him, but I don't know how far I can trust him yet. He seems like a good and kind man, and I make up my mind to serve him as well as I can, in the hope to faster regain my freedom. I also think that I don't mind a bit that I will have to serve his sexual needs, after all, I'm his sex slave. I marvel at my luck, that this young and handsome rich man acquired me. What if that other horrid looking man succeeded to buy me? What bad things would happen to me then, I think as I shudder. This makes me even more determined to be a good slave to my Lord Malthus, as my thanks to him.

When we arrive at the penthouse suite, and Lana opens the door with a special key. Then he dismisses her, telling her to wait downstairs.

To my surprise, he hands me a glass of champagne, and pulls me out onto the balcony. As we sip our champagne, he asks me my name, and where I come from. I answer truthfully, tell him my name is MayHua, meaning pretty flower, and that I was born in China 24 years ago, but the last 15 years had lived in Singapore. I told him I have a bachelor's degree in economics and a master's in business administration. And that an ad in the newspaper for a wellpaying job had tricked me into becoming a slave.

He listens sympathetically, then takes my champagne glass away, kisses me on the lips, and says: "Now I want to take a bath, you will bathe me and take a bath with me." while looking deep into my eyes.

I go to the bathroom to draw the bathwater. I pour bath oil in the tub and check the water's temperature. He comes in and motions me to help him undress. I take off his pants and briefs, noticing his penis is only half hard now. He steps in the water and stretches his legs. He motions to me to take off my clothes, and I do so. He looks at me and smiles in approval, as my naked body is revealed to him.

Now I start to scrub his back, I wash his hair and his face, and he seems to like what I'm doing. I wash his chest and his arms, and I notice his penis is now a raging hardon. I wash his tummy, and I feel his hand on my arm, pulling me into the tub with him. "Now I want to wash you," he says, his warm breath in my ear.

 

[Maniac9538]

Walks over to the beauty bidding against him. '30,000'
As he bids he stares straight at this woman in a ver revealing cat suit, enjoying to look over every curve of her body. He recognized her from somewhere and then he remembered. She was the owner of a island that supplied the rich with sex from slaves. Smiles gently down at Zoe, takes her hand and kisses it softly. 'Lou Williams at your service mi'lady, who ever may win this I hope you and I may get together afterwards and meet for coffee or perhaps dinner?'

 

[gypsyprince]

Bathing...

I guided her with my hand and sat her down in front of me, pulling her body close. My hard-on swayed gently under the water, caressing her ass from time to time. First, I shampooed her hair, rubbing my fingers slow and hard against her scalp. MayHua seemed to enjoy the sensations, as she leaned her head forward a bit, allowing me better access to her back and neck. I sponged her neck, taking time to knead it with my thumbs as I proceeded, which made her sigh with pleasure. I didn’t want to talk to her, as I feared what I might be tempted to say. I rubbed peppermint bath lotion along the length of her back and about her torso.

The tingling sensation excited her. I buried my knuckles and in her muscles making her groan until there was absolutely no tension and she collapsed against me. I pulled her waist to me, letting my hard-on press against her back. I was fully erect at this point, teasing myself with this bath. I put more of the peppermint lotion in my hands, forgetting the sponge as I placed my palms on her breasts and rubbed down her front. She leaned her head back against my right shoulder, as I kissed her left. I knew she was hot now, as she kissed my neck and rubbed her body against my hard on, making my breath quicken.

“Mmmm…” I hummed, now squeezing and massaging her petite breasts and nipples with my large hands. I used the rest of the lotion on her legs, as I began to vigorously massage her outer thighs and buttocks. I even dipped my finger in her ass, spreading the cooling lotion within. She loved that, biting my neck as I did it. Finally, I concentrated on her inner thighs. They were taut and shapely, and just touching them I felt some precum escape me, as I began to knead them thoroughly. This made her extremely horny, as she turned her head, shutting her eyes and biting her lip from the sensation. She gripped the sides of the tub. I knew she was wet now. I worked the last of the peppermint lotion onto and into her vagina, pawing and probing it lustfully. This brought her to orgasm right then, as she pressed her hands on mine, guiding me through her erogeny.

She shuddered against me, moaning in pleasure, “Aaah…Lord Malthus…”

I think part of her enjoyed calling me that. When we finished bathing, I tossed her a towel, ordering her to dry off.

“After you are done you will dry me off, and service me with oral sex…”

My hard on bobbed in the air, dripping wet and waiting to be serviced.

 

[Sweetbitch]

"I apologise, Mr Williams." Zoe cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at his forwardness. "But I barely had time to come to this auction, never mind take pleasure from it." He gave her a quizzical look, and she raised her hand again. "50,000." She glanced at his face, still looking at her curiously. "I don't play games. If I do not get this girl, it will be another - as long as she satisfies my needs, I do not care which one she is. However..." Her eyesbrow raised and she smiled playfully. "I hear you have your fair share of beauties - maybe I could invite them, and you to my resort." She took her gaze from Lou to the slave girl - ZayNab was it? - and smiled as the auctioneer screamed "SOLD!!" and pointed in her direction.

 

[Maniac9538]

Smirks. 'I own a good share' leans close to her and whispers 'but none as beautiful as you.' His lips brush against her ear and then her neck, his lips gently tasting her sweet skin. 'I would enjoy visiting your island immensely. My limo is out back I could drive you and your new pet to where ever it is you need to go to get to your island. My slaves are already in the limo awaiting my return and I would be honored to take you.' Their bodies are mere inches apart as they speak to one another. They both can feel the sparks between their bodies.

 

[Sweetbitch]

Zoe could feel the heat beginning to build in her pussy. She took hold of the chain that was being held out to her, and she took it in one hand, briefly glancing at her new slave. Her eyes flicked back to Lou. She looked him up and down an smiled curiously.
"I need to go to the airport. My private jet is waiting there. If you could drive me, I would make it very worth your while." Her eyes flashed with passion as she tugged gently on the chain. She looked quickly around at her slave. She was beautiful. Taking pity on the girl, she threw her an ankle length black leather coat. Lou looked at her strangely. She smiled. "My girls deserve a little dignity. By the time she has been inducted, most of the men in here wouldn't be fit to clean her feet."
She followed Lou to his awaiting Limo, and smiled as he opened the door for her. She stepped in carefully, adn grinned devilishly at him as her eyes caught sight of the girls who were waiting in the car for him.

 

[Maniac9538]

The other girls were like sisters, he treated them all with repsect. When the new slave joined them they took care of, hugging her, talking to her and explaining their life. while the slaves took care of one another the limo left for the airport. Lou sat close to Zoe, his hand resting gently on hers. 'Tell me Zoe, how long have you owned your little isle?'

 

[Sweetbitch]

"I inherited the island from my father when he died. That was about 10 years ago. But it was only five years ago that I left home and was actually allowed to visit it. That's when I got the idea. As well as the island, I had been left a large sum of money, and I decided to do something about it." She smiled at him and glanced at her slave. "So I did. My mother wasn't to happy about the idea, nor was she happy when I began handing out business cards to her friends and high flying collegues. But it worked. I own around 200 slaves now, all in the same situation as her." SHe signaled for the slave sit beside her. "Most had nothing, and hated the thought of becoming a slave. But my island isn't so bad. Living conditions are good - only three to a room, and they live in a paradise. The only draw back is that they have to be on call 24 hours a day to supply any kind of sex that is desired by my guests." SHe slowly pulled the top of the coat away from the slave and gently played with her nipples. "Which I know most of them don't mind." She smiled at the slave and pulled the coat the rest of the way off, her hand snaking down to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and touching her clit lightly.

 

[LadyChance]

IC:: ZayNab

Oh I hated this didn't they know that it was wrong to make someone into a slave if they didn't want to be. That god awful man kept pulling his hands on me and I couldn't even have the pleasure of hitting him for it. When I heard the woman's voice I couldn't believe a woman would be out here bidding on helpless souls, I hated being looked at and paraded around like I was an animal. Then I heard the bid go up and heard the announcer yell SOLD!
I had been warned not to cause any trouble until after we had left the auction otherwise I would be tortured badly and made sold to someone that would hurt me badly everyday. So I kept my mouth shut even though every fiber in my system was yelling very loudly.
I was standing there feeling very self concious, being half naked and all. Then the woman who bought me gave me a coat to put on and I decided I liked her. Exspecially, since she told the guy she was with that most guys wouldn't be good enough to clean our feet by the time she was done. I started to like this idea maybe I could be a good sex slave for the right person.

 

[LadyChance]

IC:: ZayNab

Feeling my Mistresses {I can't believe I am thinking that} hands on my nipples I am shocked and yet at the same time I can't help but feel the moisture building in my sweet pussy. Moving her hand down to play with my clit just made my juices flow even more. Moaning softly, I look at her to see what I should be doing, I want to touch her but I am not sure that I am suppose to.

Slowly, I open my mouth to ask her if I may touch her. Remembering back,"lets see what did that idot say, I should say to my master, oh yes now I remember" Mistress? I am here to pleasure you as you wish. May I touch you? Lowering my eyes as I say this in a submissive tone of voice.