Undercover

Lily stood on stage, nervously. This was a first in her book. Ever. She was in an auction, being sold to the highest bidder. She still wasn’t sure about that. When Batard whispered in her ear, she looked at him hopelessly and then nodded. Gathering her courage, she strolled out further onto the stage. Her skirt flounced with every step she took. As she stood poised at a certain place on the stage, she slightly frowned. That voice. She knew it from somewhere, but where? She tried glancing in his direction but he was in the shadows and his feathers were hard to detect. As she turned she gave her rear end a little bump, causing her skirt at the back to flair, those that were bidding caught a glimpse of her underwear along with a hint of the stockings and the garters holding them up.
 
Batard watched as Lily slowly made it to the center of the stage that was her auction block. He could tell she was nervous, yet that very nervousness, gave the young coed the look of youthful innocence as she turned, she gave her rear end a little bump, causing her skirt at the back to flair, those that were bidding caught a glimpse of her underwear along with a hint of the stockings and the garters holding them up.

The bidding for Lily once more became spirited and quickly rose to $20,000.00 before once more stalling. Batard once more was at the young coed’s ear. “Lily give them a look at the goods they are bidding for…………bare your breasts to them and toy with your nipples.”

Would Lily’s submissive nature, her need to please, encourage the gorgeous young coed to become bolder to please Batard?

Batard continued to encourage Lily to be bolder to slowly strip away her clothing every time the bidding slowed. The price for the young coed rose, $60,000.00, $75,000.00. The price had climbed as her clothing was shed then stalled at $85,000.00. “I think we can get $100,000.00 Lily if your just a bid Bolder.”
 
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Lily wasn’t feeling comfortable with the suggestions Batard kept whispering in her ear. Looking out from the stage, she saw very little, the stage lighting was blinding. As she did a little pirouette, she dropped the shoulder of her top, exposing a creamy, unblemished shoulder to the bidders up at her.

The money flowing in so fast and furious was… amazing and realizing that they were bidding on her? That sudden sense of power could have gone to her head, but she didn’t let it. Men wanted her. They wanted to do things to her body. Or, maybe they wanted her to do things to theirs. At that moment, it simply didn’t matter. Lily was riding a mental rush and loving every moment of it.
 
Batard could see that Lily wasn't uncomfortable with his whispered encouragement for her to be bolder. He was pleased as the gorgeous young coed did a little pirouette, then dropped the shoulder of her top, exposing a creamy, unblemished shoulder to the bidders who gazed up at her. Men wanted her. They wanted to do things to her body or maybe they wanted her to do things to theirs. At that moment, it simply didn’t matter. Lily was riding a mental rush and loving every moment of it.



Batard stepped back anxious to see how far Lily’s teasing would go. The power her actions had over the men that wanted her, that lusted to possess her and how it fed into the mental rush that now seemed to possess this young girl. Her very movements were possessed of a natural fluid sensuality.



Batard was beside himself as the bid for Lily passed $100,000.00 and kept rising to $125,000.00 before it once more slowed. Each little tease she gave the bidders fanned their lust to possess the young coed. Finally, the bid stalled at .$160,000.00. “The bid for this gorgeous young coed stands at $160,000.00. Do I hear $170,000.00……..” There was a soft murmuring among the bidders but no advance on the bid.



There was something very haunting and somehow familiar to the hooded auctioneer’s voice. “$160,000.00 going once, $160,000.00 going twice. For the third and final time $160,000.00……….. SOLD, for $160,000.00.”



The auctioneer’s gavel came down like the strike of doom. The auctioneer pulled his hood off, and Captain Silver smiled down at Amber. “Amber your sale brought Batard and I a fortune…………Batard prepare Miss Houston for her shipment to her new owner.”



Amber felt a pin prick in her neck, slowly darkness clouded her vision and then blessed unconsciousness.



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When Amber awoke, she was laying on a luxurious carpet, as her eyes blinked open. It was clear she was no longer at the Chained Unicorn. The scents she smelt were rich and strange. A man was sitting in an ornate chair. “I see your awake my dear. What do they call you.”
 
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Lily had just enough time to register that Capt. Silver had been the auctioneer at this auction. She heard Silver say something about a new owner? What the hell? But before anything could thoroughly register, everything went dark.

When Lily came to, her mind was still in a fog. Her body felt like a lead weight. Where was she? What was happening to her. She lay where she was and moaned softly, a hand going to her forehead. They, whoever they were, must have drug her with something. So, where was she now? Her forehead creased as she tried to think clearly. It did register with her that her captain on the police force, Captain Silver was making extra money from selling girls from the Chained Unicorn. Was it possible he was also behind the death that occurred there as well? Damn she wished her father was in on what had been happening. Amber struggled to sit up and felt her stomach rock and roll. Clutching herself there, she moaned softly. Where the hell was she???

Then she became aware of surroundings. Sort of. The carpet she was lying on was expensive and lush. A voice broke into her thoughts.

“I see your awake my dear. What do they call you.”

She frowned, glancing in the direction of someone, a male, who was sitting in a chair, studying her.

"Who are you and where am I?"

But before she could even get an answer, if one had been forthcoming, she blurted out.

"I think I'm going to be sick."
 
Casimire Fong was of mixed origins his father was Mongolian and his mother was white Russian. As a youth he was neither accepted by his father’s people nor his mother's. Yet it was his mother’s people, the Russians, that were the cruelest treating him little better that a stray dog because his looks favored his father's people. His life had been hard and forced him into the ranks of crooks. Casimire was bright and soon began to rise in the ranks of the lawless. His body showed the scars of that life, his hair was dark with a touch of silver at the temples, to a degree he was ageless. The robes he wore hid his body from sight.

Now he was a wealthy man and could afford the finer things in life and one of them laid on the rich oriental carpet as his feet. He studied his latest acquisition, her rich chestnut hair, her well-toned body, her shapely legs and her obvious youth pleased him. He watched as she slowly came to from the effects of the drugs that had been administered to her at the Chained Unicorn and the sedative that she had been fed on her long journey, were now showing their effects on the gorgeous young beauty as she lay at his feet clutching her stomach as she gasped. “I think I'm going to be sick.”

Casimire clapped his hands. “The young lady requires a bowl and a towel.”

A servant, of obvious oriental cast, brought the bowl and towel for Amber. When her stomach settled a bit. She once again asked, "Who are you and where am I?"

“I am your master Miss, your owner. As to where you are it is quite simple you are very far from your home. You have no passport, nothing to prove that you’re an American citizen and I am sure you do not speak the local language. Simply put you are a stateless person.” Those simple words meant she had no protection of any country.

Casimire let his words sink in, as well as the reality of Amber’s situation. “All you have to do is look out the window my dear." Amber would see the arid steps of Mongolia, small Mongol ponies, and Asian camels. “What do they call you my dear?”

Casimire face was stern as he continued. “Tell me about your past! I know you worked at the Chain Unicorn. What drew you there?”

Would she answer as Amber, or Lily?
 
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Just as the man, perhaps a servant? Brought a bowl and a towel, setting it on the floor in front of her, Lily lost the contents of her stomach. Li8stening to him speak as she wiped her mouth clean with the towel provided, thoughts raced through her head. Master? Wait. What? She struggled to put coherent thoughts together. Local language? Where the bloody hell was she? Folding the towel and setting it aside, she struggled to her feet to look out the window. How long had she been out? And where was she? Obviously, somewhere in Asia. Turning slowly, so the room did not spin, Lily looked at the man who was seated and speaking to her. Clearly, he was Asian. Her head canted as she regarded him. No, not fully Asian. Of mixed blood she was sure.

Her head was beginning to pound and she raised a hand to rub against her temple. She had yet to answer his question. How much did he know? Had Cpt. Silver told him anything? There was only one way to find out.

“Lily. My name is Lily. I started to work at the Chained Unicorn to earn money for my college education.”

She frowned as she moved to seat herself back on the plush carpet.

“Who are you? And what do you want with me?”

What had Batard and Silver done?
 
Casimire watched as the stunning young beauty was over taken by the drug cocktail she had been fed sense the night of her sale at the Chained Unicorn. He was impressed at the way this young girl wiped her mouth clean with the towel provided, her movements even in this simple act sensual. He studied the young beauty as she got to her feet moved to the window.

The look in Amber’s eyes was precious as it slowly dawned on her that she was apparently some were in Asia. Turning slowly, so the room did not spin, Amber looked at the man who was seated and speaking to her. Clearly, he was Asian. Her head canted as she regarded him. No, not fully Asian. Of mixed blood she was sure.

Her young agile mind was spinning, how much did he know? Had Cpt. Silver told him anything? There was only one way to find out. She looked Casimire in the eye as she answered. “Lily. My name is Lily. I started to work at the Chained Unicorn to earn money for my college education.”

“Really young lady?” Casimire questioned the young girl. Her name might be Lily but it wouldn’t hurt to question what she had said just the same. “ I have seen videos of you and with some of the clients at the Chained Unicorn and I must say you are very adept at pleasing men in a verity of ways………..Lily.”

There was that questioning tone again in his voice that said he did not quite believe her. “Lily?...... rise and disrobe my dear as I wish to see you in all your naked glory.”

Again, Amber asked, “Who are you? And what do you want with me

“I am your Master, and I look forward to enjoying your ravishing young body for many years my dear.” What had Batard and Silver done had they rally sold her into sexual slavery?

There was no doubt that the note in Casimire’s voice was one of command. “Tell me my dear girl do you enjoy pain as much as pleasure?............how old are you……..the video’s seem to show you embracing pain as well as pleasure …………..your name dear.” Was the last of the quick fired questions, that had been designed to get to the truth, of what her name really was.
 
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Master? What did he mean, her master? What had Batard done?

Her mind tried to wrap around the idea that Batard had sold her into slavery. Was that even possible? Apparently, it was because here she was, in a foreign land being held captive by some strange Asian man she had never met before. She had to figure out a way to escape and get back home. She put, at least, one thought of hers into words.

“What do you mean, my master? Like….you own me or something?”

Her words were incredulous. How was such a thing possible in this day and age?

“I’m nineteen years old, soon to be twenty and I told you, my name is Lily.”

She frowned and rubbed the back of her neck. The ache from her head had seemed to travel from her brain to the back of her neck. She wanted nothing more than to choke Batard for showing this man video tapes of her and she wasn’t about to confirm to this.. this person about her own growing sexual preferences. Damn Batard anyway. She was going to see him in hell one of these days.
 
“What do you mean, my master? Like….you own me or something?”

“Exactly.”

Casimier then remained silent as this young beauty began to understand the situation she found herself in. She was in a foreign country, most likely in Asia, she did not speak the language. Even if she did Amber had no passport or any other documents that could prove who she was.

“I’m nineteen years old, soon to be twenty and I told you, my name is Lily.”

She frowned and rubbed the back of her neck. The ache from her head had seemed to travel from her brain to the back of her neck.

“My dear do not lie to me for I know your name is Amber, Batard told me that when showed me the video.” So not only had Batard shown him videos of her servicing customers at the Chained Unicorn but he had told him her real name.

“Amber remove your clothing I wish to see you naked.” He smiled at the young rookie cop. Had Batard and Silver told this man that she had been a police officer? “Don’t be shy Amber many men have seen you naked. Now strip and please me as you do Amber, or I would have to discipline you.”

Casimier’s lips twisted into a wicked smile that told the young beauty he would relish disciplining her.

Amber had a simple choice rebel and suffer whatever punishment he chose, or to once more channel “Lily” the desperate young coed. As for his part Casimier would love to feel her across his lap. To feel that supple young’s ass naked and below the palm of his hand. He longed for Amber to twist on his lap as he spanked her.

He waited for the gorgeous young beauty to make her choice.
 
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Batard. That bastard. Not to mention Silver. They both had a lot to answer for. If she, no, when she escaped and found her way back home, she was going to make sure they both answered for this. Sex-trafficking was a good start for one. She wasn’t sure how long it was going to take her to escape, but she would. Despite where she had found herself, she prayed her dad and brothers would figure out Silver’s part in all this.

Right now, she had to deal with this son-of-a-bitch. Her mind quickly flickered through her choices and there weren’t many. Though her mind was still a bit foggy, her fingers began the process of undoing her blouse and letting it slowly hit the floor before they slipped into the waistband of her skirt as she slowly pushed that off her hips. She stood in front of the stranger in her bra, panties, garter and stockings. He did say he wanted to see her naked. With a resigned sigh, she reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it join the other parts of her clothing on the floor. Her fingers slipped into the skimpy panties she had donned for the auction and started tugging them downward. As much as she hated herself for doing so, she glanced over at the man still seated in his chair.
 
Casimier saw the flare of anger in Amber’s expressive eyes when he revealed that he knew her name was Amber and not Lily. There was a moment of silence that hung between himself and the young beauty that stood before him. He had told her that he wanted to see her naked. The time for young Amber to obey was dwindling. Casimer could see that this ravishing young creature was weighing her choices, and there weren’t many.

Amber’s fingers began the process of undoing her blouse and letting it slowly slip from her shoulders to hit the floor before they slipped into the waistband of her skirt as she slowly pushed that off her hips. Casimier smiled to himself, so this young beauty had the wisdom to know that refusing him would only bring her sorrow. Amber stood before him in her bra, panties, garter, and stockings. He did say he wanted to see her naked. With a resigned sigh, she reached behind her to unhook her bra letting it join the other parts of her clothing on the floor. Her fingers slipped into the skimpy panties she had donned for the auction and started tugging them downward.

Ambers forced striptease was possessed with a fluid, natural, sensuality. Casimier saw that as much as young girl hated herself for doing so, she glanced over at the him as he was still seated in his chair. He remained silent but granted the stunning young beauty a smile of approval as she now stood before him in all her youthful naked glory. Slowly Casimier rose from his seat, descended the platform on which the chair was set. He slowly circled Amber his finger tips grazing the silken perfection of her skin, the firmness of her heart shaped ass, and her firm young breasts. “Nineteen.” Casimer question.

He was well pleased with his lates acquisition. He cupped Amber’s breasts and smiled as his thumbs rolled her pale pink nipples. He let his hand sensually trail down over the flat plain of her abdomen; his index finger slid along the dusky pink folds of her pussy to slowly slip with in Amber’s chaste young body. “Mumm, very nice Amber, one could almost believe you a virgin………..but we both know better my dear.”

Casimier worked his finger in and out of Amber’s tight pussy gaging just how responsive her gorgeous young body was. “Which shall it be first Amber pleasure or pain……..or perhaps both? I understand you enjoy both.”

He let the question hang between them as his fingers searched for that one illusive spot that his fingers would flutter over and would bring this ravishing young creature such damning pleasure.


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Amber had been through so much sense she accepted the undercover assignment at the Chained Unicorn and assuming the role of “Lily” the desperate young college coed. Was Lily actually the key to unlock and free Amber’s own, true, submissive nature? Was the young desperate and submissive coed, who enjoyed pain, perhaps as much as pleasure truly be Amber in reality. Had Lily truly let Amber to be free for the first time in her young life? No longer the dutiful daughter, the tomboy sister, or the eager young rookie cop, but just Amber?
 
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She watched silently as he got up from his chair and came to her. Eyes, wary and alert, she stood still as he circled her. At her sides were her hands, balled into fists as he drug his fingers across her skin as he circled. They lingered over her ass, then her breasts. She refused to answer his question. His thumbs rolled her nipples and the traitorous things hardened in response. As one of his hands left her breast and descended across her flat stomach, her muscles there tightened. Slowly his finger invaded her center. She wasn’t exactly wet so his invasion was rough. As his finger worked her body, she felt it soften and grow wet. DAMN IT! Why couldn’t she control her body and its responses?

“Which shall it be first Amber pleasure or pain……..or perhaps both? I understand you enjoy both.”

Her mind went to both, but she was not inclined to answer him out loud. Her body, however, tightened when he said both. This man had acquired her without her consent and drug her to someplace in Asia. ASIA for god’s sake. Her mind saw red when she thought about Batard and Silver. This was a federal offense. Sex-trafficking. The only way to make them pay was to escape here, somehow.
 
What a stoic young beauty she was with her fists balled at her sides. She refused to answer any of his questions from the conformation that she was just nineteen to when his index finger slid along the dusky pink folds of her pussy to slowly slip with in Amber’s chaste young body to his blunt statement “Mumm, very nice Amber, one could almost believe you a virgin………..but we both know better my dear.”

Casimier could see the undeniable hatred in Amber’s young eyes and he pondered was she so mad at him or how her treacherous young body was responding to his touch. Then that damning question; “Which shall it be first Amber pleasure or pain……..or perhaps both?”

Though the ravishing young beauty refused to answer her gorgeous young body did most definitely when he said “……or perhaps both.” Her body, however, tightened when he said both and clamped down on his invading finger. “So, Amber you desire both! I am sure we can accommodate you my dear.” He held her gaze with his piercing eyes. I think pain first Amber…….” He paused for a moment before continuing. Casimer snapped his fingers and two of his retainer stepped up to Amber just behind her one to each side of the young girl. “I think we will start with nipple clamps.”

Casimer reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled out a wicked pair of nipple clamps. The were in the shape of a Chinese dragon, their needle sharp teeth glinted in the light as if anxious to grip her pale pink nipples. The two were linked with a finely wrought chain. Casimer’s eyes held Amber’s as the first dragon clamp claimed her right nipple, their sharp teeth sinking into the sensitive bud. His eyes still holding Amber’s as the second clamp claimed her left nipple. Casimier gave the chain a little tug and the dragon’s teeth bit deeper into the hapless beauty’s nipples.

Casmier’s finger once more began its sensual seduction of Amber’s sweet young pussy even as he pulled the chain that was attached to her nipple clamps. Pleasure and pain drenched Amber.
 
Maintaining her silence while her traitorous body spoke for her, was a challenge. When she felt the bite of the golden dragon clamps, Amber bit down on her tongue. The surge of pain seemed to zing right to her core before the feelings it aroused soared through her veins. Before she could adjust to the pain it created, another was attached to her other nipple and the process repeated itself. This man’s finger intruded into her pussy as he tugged on the delicate chain that swung between her breasts, ensuring that the pain he created was not lost in the deluge of sexual tension that he was building inside of her as well. This man had learned a lot about her. Damn Batard. He had probably educated this man on everything she had learned and felt during her time at the Chained Unicorn. Her knees almost buckled on her. Her body was screaming, “YES. YES. YES.” while her mind was screaming, “NO. NO. No.”

She was determined not to give him the pleasure of her surrender. Her mind turned to Capt. Silver. That man may have made a lot of money off of her, but how many more had there been before her? Silver needed to be locked away for the rest of his natural life. She had to find a way out of here, but that way, unfortunately, would have to be through the man who stood in front of her tugging on a chain that was connected to her breasts and who had his finger stroking her needy pussy. Amber wasn’t sure she was ready to use that outlet just yet. He wasn’t about to let her out of his sight for a hot minute. No. Well…. not yet.
 
Casimier loved the control Amber had as she remained silent. Yet it was not her words but her ravishing young body that spoke so eloquently as his nipple clamps bit into her sensitive pale pink rosebud nipples. Her knees almost buckled on her as her gorgeous young body embraced that delightful pain. Her body once more betrayed her.

Casimier loved Amber’s fiery spirit, her undeniable beauty. Oh, he had no doubt that even as her body embraced the pain and was screaming, “YES. YES. YES.” She was plotting and hoping for a chance to escape, to wreck revenge on the men who sold her into slavery. Yet that was the forlorn hope of all young slave girls. Even as he slowly came to Amber, eased her on to her back, and knelt between her lily white thighs, his erect cock sliding into the girl’s chaste young body for the first time to mix pleasure and pain, as he had promised her.

Casimer was no stranger to a young girl’s body or how to arouse it. No doubt as timed past Amber would become more compliant in an effort to gain his confidence and when his guard was down make good her escape. He looked forward to her little efforts and wondered just how far Amber was willing to go.

But this was the only the first day as a sexual slave. Time would tell would she chose rebellion and punishment or would she become over time his sweet little sex kitten. But at this moment it was time for her to cum as pleasure and pain engulfed her.
 
Amber wasn’t a stupid woman. She knew that her captor was well expecting her to try and escape. The emphasis was on the word, try. She would try and push his boundaries and see what he had in mind for punishment should she try and either disobey or escape. Eventually. She wasn’t going to do anything right away. No, she wanted to learn more about where she had been taken to. In the meanwhile, her mind was brought back to the present as the man laid her on her back, kneeling between her thighs just before she felt him pressing his cock into her.

Amber couldn’t help it. She could feel her sexual tension building and rippling throughout her body. As he pressed inside her, filling and stretching her core, Amber could feel her body tightening around him. She didn’t want this! He was a stranger, but hadn’t they all, her clients, been at the Chained Unicorn just that, strangers? What made him any different? Amber’s young body arched upward, pressing his cock even deeper inside her, making her involuntarily moan in pleasure as the burning pain from the clamps and his cock engulfed her. Her fingers dug into the rug below her. No, she didn’t want this, but her body was overruling her. Damn it.
 
Casimier stopped his pondering of Amber’s possible escape attempts, or her plans to deceive him to further those attempts as he slipped between the gorgeous young beauty’s lily white thighs. Damn but she was tight given that she had been a call girl at the Chained Unicorn. The way Amber’s young body arched upward, pressing his cock even deeper inside her, making her involuntarily moan in pleasure as the burning pain from the clamps and his cock engulfed her. Her fingers dug into the rug below her. She may not want this, but her ravishing young body was overruling her.

Casimier recognized that Amber’s Achillies heel was her submissive nature and the way that Batard had trained, not only her will but the cravings of her stunning young body for pleasure and pain in equal portions to fulfill her sexual needs. He slowly piston into her sweet young body each thrust going deeper and deeper until his groin ground against Amber’s moan. Every now and then he would give the chain to her nipple clamps a vicious tug mixing intense pain with Amber’s pleasure.

Casimier would hold his own sensual pleasure until Amber stunning young body quaked with her own. Then he simply whispered “MORE.” He would hold out that tempting possibility that she could have more of both the pleasure and pain.

If Amber answer “Yes” then it would be a trip to his play room. If the answer were “No” well it would still be a trip to his play room to experience the most delightful pain.



As Casimier was waiting to see what Anber would answer he began to ponder her time at the Chained Unicorn and with Batard. Now Casimier was well aware that Batard was an unparallel master of seducer young girls and had no doubts Batard had seduced Amber. The way she was responding to pain and pleasure told him so much. Yet Caimie wondered if Batard had ever shown the gorgeous young beauty affection. Not the sham of affection but true affection. An interesting thought that might just keep this ravishing creature off balance.
 
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Amber couldn’t control her body. Every time he plunged into her body, her own responded. It was like she had little to no control over it. His tugging on the chain that swung between her breasts didn’t help either. The bite of the dragon’s teeth into her nipples sent a fresh wave of pain through her body to mingle with the pleasure he was creating in her. She could feel her body tingle with an almost electric-like fusion with the blood roaring through her veins. Her core got wetter and wetter.

He leaned down and whispered one word in her ear. It was a word that sent shivers down her spine and made her whimper even as her body arched up to continually meet his thrusts. Her mouth went dry. Her core throbbed. Her body tightened around his cock.

“Please…” was the one word reply that left her dry lips. Her throat, also becoming dry, made her voice raspy and husky.

Her hands balled the rug below her. Her thighs spread impossibly wider as he pile drove into her pussy. Her orgasm was imminent. Her senses were spinning out of control.

“Pleassse.”

The word came again, this time with a pleading, desperate tone.
 
Casimier was pleased with how young Amber’s gorgeous young body was responding as the ravishing young beauty embraced the pain and the pleasure that now engulfed her. Batard had done a magnificent jog training her. Casimier whispered that single word, that temptation that seemed to required, demanded a response. There was a pause before Amber answered. Yet Casimier knew her answer before she spoke as her lithe young body tightened around his cock.

“Please…” was the one word reply that left her dry lips. Her throat, also becoming dry, made her voice raspy and husky.

“Pleassse.” The word came again, this time with a pleading, desperate tone.
And Casimier knew that this gorgeous young creature was his to do with as he pleased.

Amber’s lily white thighs spread to welcome him. Casimier’s mouth closed over Amber’s as the tip of his tongue slid across her parched lips. It was a slow, sensual, seductive, kiss that called to her, a heady mixture of pain and pleasure as his teeth gripped her lower lip drawing her closer, deeper into that kiss as his tongue led Amber’s in a dance as old as time itself.

Casimer came shortly after her latest soul searing orgasm. He gathered the young spent and exhausted western beauty into his arms her head resting on his chest.

“More?”

Again, that whispered temptation, a sensual serpent’s call to the exhausted beauty.

“Or rest first My Sweet?”

Amber had taken her first tentative steps in to her new life.
 
He tempted her. She hated him for it. He was her captor. She didn’t agree to be here of her own free will, but the seduction he offered was heady.

“More? Or rest first, My Sweet?”

Again, her mind battled with the needs of her body. The orgasm he had just brought her to had drained her and she wanted nothing more than to sleep. Yet, that devilish spark that resided deep inside her, spoke otherwise. What else could he show her? How else could he manipulate her body to greater ecstasy? Oh, the temptations this man could offer and Amber knew she was helpless to resist them.

“My mind says rest but my body would say otherwise.”
 
“My mind says rest but my body would say otherwise.”

Casimier hugged Amber to him. He let her feel the warmth of his body her head nestled to his chest, as they lay on the floor, her hands balled into the carpet, The sweet scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. “Then my sweet we shall answer the needs of your gorgeous young body.”

Casimer rolled from Amber, and for the first time in hours she was empty his cock sliding from her tight young pussy. The young western beauty’s nipples were still clamped, he held out his hand to her, aiding her to stand. The result of that simple act caused the clamps’ chain to swing and pull at them as Casimer once again hugged Amber to him. He stepped back and held out his hand to the young girl. “Shall we visit my “Play Room?”

Playroom the only time she had heard that term was when Batard took Lily to his playroom where she learned of the sensual caress of leather and the seductive stinging kiss of the lash while she was bound hand and foot her tender young body stretched tight as a bowstring, every nerve alive.

Now Casimier was tempting Amber once more with that dark sensual pain, that was if the playroom was the same. Amber’s master led her to that room that would demand so much of her and promised even more. As the door to the playroom opened all Amber’s questions were answered.
 
His playroom. She wasn’t sure what to think of that. Afterall, she had only been in one “playroom” before and that had belonged to Batard. As Casimer led her from one room to the next, the chain between her breasts swung enticingly, creating a friction of pain and pleasure in her clamped nipples. When he stopped and opened the door to his playroom and Amber stepped inside, she couldn’t contain the gasp of surprise that left her lips as she looked around.

The room itself smelled of leather, oils and something else she couldn’t define. The room contained, amongst other things, a large four-poster bed. Closed cabinets lined the walls, in between them objects hung on the walls. So many things to look at that her eyes didn’t know where to start. There were other objects in the room as well. Some looked ominous. There were chains that hung from the ceiling and each post of the bed was wrapped with restraints. In a far corner was a leather bench. It seemed like the most innocuous thing in the room.
 
At first glance at Casimier’s “Playroom” it appeared innocent enough. It was dominated by a large four poster bed. Yet on closer examination, a gasp escaped Amber’s moist ripe lips. Her eyes darted from one closed cabinets to another that lined the walls. In between them objects hung on the walls, so many things to look at that her eyes didn’t know where to start, yet their ominous presentation was designed for an effect of dread, and for some, a dark sinful arousal.

Like Batard’s playroom, which was more dungeon than this one, still chains and manacles hung from the ceiling. No doubt the closed cabinets held other dark secrets. The four poster bed on closer examination, each post of the bed was wrapped with restraints. Off in the corner was an apparent innocent looking leather bench. It seemed like the most innocuous thing in the room.

“Shall we start with the kneeler Amber.” It was not so much a question as a statement of fact.

Casimier led Amber to stand before the kneeler. A thick leather collar was placed around the young beauty’s slender neck, a chain leash hung from the collar. “Place your hands in the small of your back Amber.” Cold steel encircled her delicate wrest. “Kneel Amber.”

Quickly Amber was bound to the bench. The leash drawing the ravishing young beauty forward, her firm young breast now dangling over the back of the of the bench, and the leash fastened to a bolt in the floor. Casimer drew Amber’s thighs apart and bound them to the bench.

Amber could her his foot step draw away, bound as she was, she could not turn her head to see what he was doing. Amber could hear cabinet doors open and close, then a prolong silence before she heard a “SWISH,” and felt a little breeze. Casimier swung the ratan cain several more times before it strongly kissed Amber’s tight little ass. The blow had set her breast jiggling from the force.

“Another Amber.” Again, that dark sinful temptations. Her nostrils filled with the sent of leather, oils and something else she couldn’t define.
 
Amber wasn’t exactly sure what a “kneeler” was, but she was about to find out. She was brought and stood by a bench as the man (who she still refused to call “master”) attached a leather collar around her neck. It felt uncomfortable and she twisted her neck around as much as she was able to. She did however, without a thought to it, placed her hands at the small of her back when told to. She then felt the coolness of steel encase her delicate wrists. That wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. She wasn’t about to tell him so. When told to kneel, she hesitated for a moment then got on the bench. It wasn’t a complicated thing to do, but without the use of her hands, it was just bit awkward. Still, she managed it.

The chain attached to the collar she wore was being pulled in the direction he wanted her to go. She silently watched as he attached the end of the chain to a bolt in the floor. Her head had been pulled forward to she couldn’t escape. He pulled her thighs apart and bound them to the bench, leaving her ass and pussy exposed. Never had she felt so defenseless in her life. She saw his foot out of the corner of her eye as he moved away from her. Her ears caught the sound of a cabinet being opened, then closed. Her heart rate accelerated. The thought of the unknown and what he was going to do to her body frightened her, yet… there was this sliver of excitement she couldn’t ignore either. What the hell was wrong with her? This was a stranger who had stolen her from her country and drug to some godless place she didn’t know and she was getting excited at the idea of what he was going to do to her body? There had to be something seriously wrong with her mentally.

Suddenly ripping through the silence of his playroom, there was a gust of air before she felt something smacking her ass. Hard. Her body registered pain and heat then jolted against her bindings. She couldn’t contain her yelp at the pain. She could feel the heat in her ass cheeks build. She could also feel the wetness within her core start to build.

“Another Amber?”

His question left her in a quandary. Some part of her wanted to yell, “No!”

She knew that was simply the pain speaking. There was a darker part of her that wanted to nod. She was trying to breathe through the painful heat in her ass. It didn’t take long before the pain and the heat started to meld. Her inner thighs grew slick with undeniable wetness from arousal. She couldn’t help but grind her center against the kneeler with a low moan.
 
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