The Flat (open for one at present)

[sandmartin]

My breathing was slow and deep in an effort to control the mounting surge of passion I felt. I wanted to prolong these sensations sweeping through me; the soft breath of fresh air caressing my naked skin and his lush attention combined with the outside sounds of birds calling and the light rustle of the trees. Truly, I felt I was in paradise.

I was fighting a losing battle, pressing myself against his lips, urging him on, wanting him – no needing him – with abandonment. He lowered me gently to the rug and stretched out beside me. I felt his hardness pressing against my thighs insistently. I opened my thighs, guiding him into me, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my hips against him, feeling him fill me.

We made love slowly, both enjoying the sensual build up. His fingers teasing my breasts as we lay side by side locked in passion. I arched my back, offering my breasts to his lips. His teeth teased my hard nipples as our passion grew.

 

[chris2c4u]

Lying beside her, inside her, we moved slowly together surrounded by the warmth of the day. Sandy's leg slid over my hip as we drew closer together as our moving became more insistent. I eagerly sought out her breasts as she moved allowing me to suckle her nipples. I moaned softly and clutched Sandy's body to me as I pushed deep inside her, sliding my hand between us to caress the wetness around her clit as I began to thrust faster. Pushing deep as I felt her arousal begin again I shot my hot semen into her, my hips thrusting uncontrollably against her body.

For long moments we lay entangled together. I stroked her hair, damped by our exertions, away from her eyes and kissed her cheek lazily, slowly remembering what was supposed to happen. I looked at her as she smiled up at me, trusting me at last as she lay in my arms. I sighed. Could I betray her? If I did she would probably hate me, might even break the contract. If I didn't...

I turned my head a little to look past Sandy. "Get lost, you've had your fun."

Two men had crept up to watch our lovemaking. One was in his sixties, the other a lot younger. They were both touching their erections, pulled out of their pants. Both looked confused at my words, covering themselves up but not retreating, in fact they advanced and the older man said, "that's not it...you know what's supposed to happen."

The young man looked at Sandy as she tried to cover herself up with the rug. "We watch then you give her to us to have," he said bluntly.

"There's been a change of plan," I said.

Both men swore and muttered in their disappointment. The older man fixed me with a beady eye. "Do they know about this - change of plan?"

"They'll know," I said.

Schoolboy like the older man pointed at me and said, "I'll tell. You see if I don't." They began walking away and I turned to Sandy, holding her hand as she asked what that was all about.

"Get dressed, we'd better move from here. Let's get something to eat and I'll tell you - as much as I can."

****

The cafe was small, serving basic fare. We sat at the back, away from the window, somewhere I could watch the door. Over a sandwich, Sandy clearly picked up on my nervousness. "Are we in danger?" she asked. I looked at her and took a deep breath.

"My offer to you - the money. That's real enough and it's doing well. However, everyone who gets made this offer has to undergo - trials. Like the ones you've been subjected to." I swallowed. "Sometimes those trials - break - the person. Then...they remain, mentally shattered, a plaything for - the group. You've met some of them already - Yvonne, Vernon. Today was to be another trial; I was meant to give you up to those two and have them..well, you know. But I couldn't. I've become fond of you; I didn't want them pawing you. Now though, they're going to go to the group, they're going to come to me and maybe I'll get one last chance. Play by the rules or..."

She looked at me questioningly. "Or it could get very dangerous if they get hold of you. The trials won't stop. They'll break you. As for the contract, that won't matter, you won't be released. We could try and see if they'll accept my apology and if you're willing then go on with the trials, work out the rest of the contract. They'll let you go then - it's all just a game to them, they respect fighters. I have to warn you though - the ceremony you've heard about with Umberto? They will do something so terrifying it could break you. I told Yvonne it was too early in your - experience - to be there but she insists.

If not - - if you don't want to carry on that is - we'll have to make a run for it. Find some way of fighting them." I sipped my orange juice and looked in her eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

 

[sandmartin]

"Get lost, you've had your fun."
I whirled around, instantly shocked and disgusted at the sight of two men standing a short distance away exposing themselves. I grabbed the rug and covered myself, frightened by the sight of the older man with grey hair approach several steps toward us.
"That's not it... you know what's supposed to happen."
Confused, my eyes darted from the man to Xavier – What the hell was going on?
"We watch then you give her to us to have.” The young man insisted, his hand continued to stroke his erection as he eyed me deliberately.
"There's been a change of plan." Xavier answered aggressively; rising up to his feet despite his nudity.

My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what I was hearing as I cowered, naked and frightened in the rug. I didn’t like the way either of these characters was staring at me, I was also very conscious of the fact that they out numbered Xavier two to one.
"Do they know about this - change of plan?"
"They'll know." Xavier answered firmly.
"Yeah - I'll tell. You see if I don't." They turned sharply on their heels and walked away. Relieved as I was to see them depart, I could tell they were extremely angry.
“What was that all about – who are they?” I began throwing my clothes on as quickly as I could. “What did they want – and just who the hell are they these people they mentioned?”
"Get dressed, we'd better move from here. Let's get something to eat and I'll tell you - as much as I can."

****

We arrived at the café. I was furious and scared all at the same time. I had almost been raped out in those woods and although Xavier had defended me, he had prior knowledge of what was to happen. Trying desperately hard to control my boiling anger and stay rational…
“Are we in danger?” I could see he was scared and I had never seen him this way. He had always been so in control of everything, at least that’s how it appeared to me. Some of his fear was rubbing off on me.

I listened quietly as he told me about the ‘group’. It seemed that all his money-making skills were not entirely accurate. He was talented, which is why the group had put him in the position they had, put with their combined wealth they were able to ensure that Xavier’s talents became extraordinary. He made money, big money, because his backers ensured it.

He went on to tell me about the trials, and how they some times broke a person mentally. It all sounded like some wild fictional plot from a book or a movie, but other aspects of his story suggested this was far from fiction. At the end of it he seemed to be asking me a question; would I willingly submit myself to six months of sexual abuse at the hands of unknown strangers who would subject me to unknown horrors?

My instinct was to get up from the table there and then. Walk out of the café, catch a taxi home, pack my bags and go. I still had my bank account with plenty of funds – I didn’t even really need to go home now I thought about it – I could just disappear. And why did I need to leave with him, he had got me into this mess in the first place? But something was bothering me. What about him? Somewhere in all of this was an implied threat; there was something he wasn’t telling me.

There was an awful lot he wasn’t telling me. Just what was this ceremony both he and Umberto had mentioned?
“You had better tell me everything, the ceremony - everything?” I replied evenly. “Who are these people, what do they want – and why me specifically?”

I turned from staring down at the table to look him in the eye. “Why should I go away with you – what happens to you if I just jump into a taxi right now and disappear – I can do that you know. I could walk out of that door and you would never see me again. What would they say to that when you told them I’d cut and run?”

 

[chris2c4u]

"You had better tell me everything, the ceremony - everything," Sandy replied evenly. "Who are these people, what do they want? and why me specifically?"

I sighed and again nervously checked the road outside. "The ceremony - something is done at the end of every person's contract. The final test. If they make it through in one piece then they're free to go, rich people. If they make it through. It varies for each person; some have to face their worst fears - sort of Room 101 approach. Some..." I shrugged. "For Unmberto, I don't know what's planned, Yvonne's been secretive. But it won't be easy to stomach." I looked up but Sandy was staring at the plastic table cloth on the cafe table intently studying its little flower motif.

I continued. "These people - they're very rich, very bored, very
powerful, very dangerous. They didn't want you specifically - they want anyone who is easy to pick off. You'd cut yourself off, no one was going to miss you for ages, so whatever happened, you would be a good plaything."

She looked up and met my gaze. "Why should I go away with you? What happens to you if I just jump into a taxi right now and disappear? I can do that you know. I could walk out of that door and you would never see me again. What would they say to that when you told them I'd cut and run?"

I suddenly gave a smile caught by a strange glint of humour. "If you jumped in a taxi right now you'd have difficulty paying, I don't see much space for money in your outfit." Despite the gravity of the situation she rolled her eyes and her expression said be serious.

Reaching over the table I took her hands. "You're going to have to leave, you're right, it is the best thing, safest for you. I wasn't thinking straight. If I stay behind I might be able to protect you for a bit longer, throw them off the trail." I looked at her face seeing the traces of worry still in her eyes. I found it odd, touching but odd that she should worry about me, the person who had embroiled her in this mess which threatened to destroy her life.

"I'll be all right; people have left before, you won't be the first. I
have - quite a lot of power; keeper of the purse strings and all that. Don't worry about me. Here," I let go of her hands and took out my wallet removing a gold card. "This account has about £10,000 in it." I scribbled down an account number and a telephone number on a piece of paper. "Transfer the money into your account as soon as you can. The number's a mobile they don't know about. Keep in touch with me so I know you're safe. Memorise the numbers and throw the paper away as soon
as you can. One other thing - don't go to the police OK? At least not in this county. Maybe somewhere else it'll be safer; find someone you can trust."

I looked over the table then moved around to sit by her. Reaching up I slid may hand through her soft dark hair, leaning close to kiss her lips - for the last time.

 

[sandmartin]

The amused look in his eyes when he told me I should run both confused me and angered me. What was he saying – that I couldn’t run? Was this another one of his games?

I remained silent as he pulled the plastic out of his wallet and scribbled down his details on a piece of paper. This was all happening too fast, there was more I wanted to know – needed to know – but I felt he was dismissing me, pushing me away. And the way he kept glancing nervously out of the window. It was almost as though he expected someone to turn up, and that was making me feel jumpy. Suddenly his hand moved to the back of my neck, his face turned to mine and he kissed me softly.
“Go now.” He whispered.

I looked at him startled, then slowly rose from the table. I wanted to say something, maybe to thank him – I don’t know what. There was a sadness in his eyes. My emotions were in turmoil. He glanced quickly out of the window again and the moment was lost.

Stepping out onto the street I spotted a taxi and immediately held my hand out to flag it down. Some instinct inside me told me otherwise. I waved the taxi driver on and turned away. Walking quickly down the street I questioned the logic of what I had just done. The taxi had just seemed a little too convenient, like I was supposed to take it. At any other time finding a taxi was like finding a money tree!

Walking along I decided the first thing I needed to do was buy myself some clothes, and that included some underwear. The first clothes shop I saw I headed straight in. I purchased a pair of jeans, some underwear and a top. From there I found a public toilet, picked a corner cubicle and changed.

My next port of call was a bank, where I enquired about opening a new account. They gave me some forms to complete and told me they would need two forms of identification before I could open the account. I promised to return with the necessary documentation. Of course I had no intention of returning because that meant going to my flat and as Xavier had my key it didn’t seem a good idea. I checked the balance on the card he had given me at a cash point. The account held a little over ten thousand pounds, just to make sure it was valid, I withdrew two hundred pounds.

I donated the clothes Xavier had given me to wear that day to a charity shop. While I was there I purchased a few other bits and pieces, including a new handbag. The woman must have thought I was mad when I swapped my expensive shoes for a pair of flat shoes and put them on in the shop. I didn’t care, I was now in escape mode. My last purchase in the charity shop was a beaten-up looking knapsack that had definitely seen better days, but was still functional.

Without any real conscious plan of what I was doing or where I was heading, I was determined to change my appearance and become, outwardly at least, a student. I was still young enough to pass as a student and I figured that I could live cheaply and easily if I stayed nights in youth hostels at least until I worked out what to do.

I called into a chemist and picked up a few essentials and then caught a bus. It was heading out of town, and that was all I cared about. Three hours later I arrived in a little market town and after visiting another charity shop where I purchased a jacket, I went in search of a hair-dressers. I managed to find one that was just closing up. I think the young man took a shine to me because after flashing him my best disappointed look, he agreed to cut my hair.

In fact I had him cut my hair and highlight it. Looking in the mirror as he finished, I couldn’t believe the transformation. My long black hair was now cut shoulder length and highlighted – I looked an altogether different me! I paid him, politely declined his invitation to join him for a drink, and left.

My first proper meal on the run came from a chip shop. I sat on a bench and ate my fish and chips. Somewhere in the distance I could hear music. After eating, I headed in the direction to find what I suspected – a students bar. It was still early in the evening for there to be many people about, but I managed to get chatting to a couple of girls who told me where the youth hostel was. As the bar filled I slipped away in search of the youth hostel where I stayed the night.

Day two of my new adventure began with a shower. I applied a little make-up, something I don't normally do, and headed into town to find the coach station. The first coach to Bingham wasn’t due until midday; I purchased a ticket and went shopping for more underwear and a spare set of clothes. While in town I also purchased a mobile phone, a pay as you go phone that didn’t require an account. The phone was activated while I was there and I loaded it with fifty pounds worth of credit before heading off to catch my coach.

 

[chris2c4u]

I sat in the cafe for 10 minutes after Sandy left, deliberately giving her time so she'd know I wasn't following her. Then standing I made my way back to the health club car park, a hollow feeling inside me as I tried to work out the stories that might protect Sandy - and myself.

I drove back, down into the flat car park and braked hard. Vernon's 4 x 4 was in my space. Pulling in next to his car I glanced over. Yvonne was in the driver's seat and she gave me a smile and raised her hand giving a little wave of her finger tips. Slowly I got out of the car waiting for Yvonne and Vernon to emerge. Yvonne stepped out first, the folds of her dress of shiffon and silk in shades of green fluttered a little as she approached me. She smiled as Vernon padded up beside her, the folds of his chin purple, his face wearing an expression I couldn't read - anger? Disgust? Disappointment?

"Xavier, my dear, what happened?" Yvonne's voice was clipped, controlled.

"Sandy?" I said questioningly. She gave a tilt of her head and a tiny nod.

"She'd had enough, said she wanted out of the contract. It's her right as you know."

Walking closer Yvonne nodded again. "Where is she now?" She made a little gesture upwards with eyebrows and eyes, "gone back to her flat I expect?"

"Could be," I said.

She sighed and made a gesture. From behind me I felt my arms pinioned in an unbreakable grip while a man appeared in front of me; a big man with a scar on the side of his face. He smiled as he struck me in the solar plexus, knocking the air from me. My body tried to double up in agony but was held upright by the person behind me. My vision blurred as I was hit again, unable to even beg for mercy, unable to breathe.

"Stop." I heard Yvonne's voice and I was dropped to the concrete at her feet where in a foetal curl I drew a ragged painful series of breaths. She didn't bend down but dropped a key by my face. "We've already checked her flat Xavier, with the keys you took from her. I think we should go upstairs and talk about this some more, don't you?"

One giant hand reached down and dragged me to my feet; I wheezed as I was dragged to the lift. Yvonne reached out and pressed a button. Not the floor of my flat. The roof. "Please, Yvonne, no..."

Vernon's large arm surrounded my shoulders. "Now now boyyo, I said we should have done this a long time ago. I know you're good at sums but I was never as convinced - as some - that you were really wanting to join us. That you should have quite a lot of influence." I saw his gaze drilling the back of Yvonne's head. "Not when you were picked up as one of the playthings. No, we should have broken you completely when we had the chance. And now we do." His sing-song voice broke into a melodious chuckle. The lift gave a soft chime and the doors opened.

It took both their heavies to pull me out onto the roof, where my fears were apparent to all. Vernon rubbed his hands as he saw me closing my eyes tight, turning my head down.

"Fear of heights combined with a fear of being there with the open air all around you, form of agrophobia," Yvonne said. "A potent combination. Open your eyes."

I squinted at her through watery vision.

Standing close she hissed, "where is she?"

"I don't know," I sobbed knowing she wouldn't believe me. Slowly she walked to the edge of the roof and gestured to the muscle to bring me to her. I screamed, helplessly as they stood me on the edge of the roof and let go of me.

"Where is she?" Yvonne's voice had a bored edge to it as she repeated her question.

I was crying, sobbing, unable even to make anything up about Sandy's whereabouts to save me, my mind not working. "Please, please, I don't know."

My eyes were tight shut so I didn't know what was going to happen until I felt hands on my ankles and a hand in my back - pushing me over the ledge. I screamed, my eyes perversely opening in terror but it meant I saw the brick wall I was swinging towards in time to protect my face from colliding with it. I felt hot liquid spreading up my stomach from my loss of control over my bladder.

My fingers clawed the mortar of the bricks as if this would somehow save me. Yvonne's voice filtered down, caught on a descending breeze.

"You're going to be a good boy aren't you Xavier?"

"Yes, yes miss, very good. Anything..."

Yvonne waited until the gorilla holding my ankles grunted, "he's getting heavy m'am. My hands are slipping." He jerked me up and down and I heard laughter at my squeals.

"Xavier, what have you done to help her?"

Betrayal. "I gave her money." Forgive me Sandy.

"Is she going to contact you?"

Self-preservation. "I gave her a number to ring." Forgive me Sandy.

I felt the hands dragging me back up onto the roof where I lay, flat against the stone warmed by the sun.

"You're going to help us find her." Yvonne's voice was a simple instruction.

"Yes miss. Thank you miss."

There were minutes of silence before I realised they had left me on the roof. Helpless, uncontrollable fear making me unable to stand, I crawled back towards the lift, just able to get to my knees to press the button to call it. I collapsed inside, pulling myself in, jabbing at the buttons, then falling in a heap in the corner.

 

[sandmartin]

The coach journey was uneventful. I loaded Xavier’s number into my new phone and contemplated calling him; for no other reason except to hear his voice and make sure he was okay. Only he would ask me where I was and that might get awkward.

About an hour into the journey a thin, lanky youth boarded the coach at one of the stops. As soon as he saw me I just knew he was going to park himself on the seat next to me. Sure enough he did, and it didn’t take him long to start coming on to me with small talk, which I did my best to ignore politely. He asked where I was heading and I told him London. A lie, I know, but I trusted nobody and saw no reason to tell him the truth.

About forty minutes later, as we passed a signpost that read Welcome to Stafford, he suddenly put his hand on my thigh.
“Do you mind?” I said in my most offended voice.
“No – not at all!” He smirked.

I couldn’t believe him. I pushed his hand off my leg and as the coach started to pullover, I decided on impulse to get off. Standing up, I reached up to the luggage rack above our seat and pulled down my knapsack.
“Nice tits!” He said, staring straight up the inside of my shirt.
“Shame your face isn’t!” I responded before turning and heading down the aisle.

I was sorely tempted to complain to the driver, but that would only cause a scene and attention was the last thing I needed right now. I climbed down and watched the coach pull away, relieved that the youth had not followed me.

Having never been to Stafford before I was at a complete loss as to where I should go, so I wandered around the city getting my bearings. Stafford has a university, so there was plenty of student activity, which gave me confidence as I blended in with the crowds of students who had finished for the day.

Walking down one of the main streets after a visit to McDonalds I caught sight of someone. My heart starting hammering as I looked closer and saw the unmistakable form of Yvonne walking ahead of me. Just seeing her, here in Stafford, was enough to scare the hell out of me. How could she have known I was here – it just wasn’t possible? I hadn’t known myself until less than an hour ago – coincidence, it had to be. Maybe she lived here.

I turned away quickly, crossing the road and heading back the way I had come. Yvonne hadn’t appeared to be looking for anyone, me in particular – it had to be coincidental. I headed for the train station, I wanted to put distance between Stafford and me quickly.

There was a train leaving for Derby in ten minutes. I purchased a ticket and hung around by the main entrance to the station, watching every person who filed in. Yvonne was not among them. When they called the train to Derby, I raced through the station and out onto the platform, catching the train with about two minutes to spare.

Sitting down in an empty seat, I pulled out my phone and dialled the only number that was in it as the train moved off. Xavier answered after only four rings.
“Hello?” He sounded how I felt, scared silly.
“Xavier?”
“Yes?”
“It’s me – Sandy. Where does Yvonne live?”
“Yvonne – why?” He became more apprehensive.
“Just tell me where she lives.”
“I don’t know exactly, not off the top of my head. What are you planning to do?”
“Not her exact address, the town or place?”
“Stafford.”
A huge sigh of relief escaped me.
“Where are you Sandy – are you all right, what’s going on?”
“Just leaving Stafford – Jesus, I almost ran in to Yvonne walking down the street! Are you okay – what did they say when you told them I had run away – did they hurt you?”

 

[chris2c4u]

Sandy's voice sounded relieved. "Just leaving Stafford. Jesus, I almost ran in to Yvonne walking down the street! Are you okay ? What did they say when you told them I had run away ? Did they hurt you?"

I shuddered at the memory I was trying to block out of my experiences. I met Vernon's gaze, the phone, set on speaker, sat between us on the desk in my study. Behind me a young man with unkempt long hair was tapping quickly at the keyboard of one of my computers. He turned around and mouthed, "more time."

"Xavier?" Sandy spoke again. Vernon put a chubby finger to his lips and his piggy eyes sparkled with enjoyment as he leaned forward, crossing his arms on the desk before him.

"Hello Sandy, so nice to hear from you, it's Vernon here. Whatever you do don't ring off or there will be some quite unfortunate consequences."

Vernon turned the controls of the box that was wired direct to my
genitals and I screamed in agony at the electric shock.

"Poor Xavier. You wouldn't want that to happen to him again, would you? Still there Sandy?"

"Still here," I heard her dull monotone reply.

"Now, you've been a very bad girl, making us all worry about you like this. I think you should just do as you're told, don't you?"

The background sounds from the phone were all that answered him.

"Xavier, what do you think?" Vernon asked.

"I think she should do as she's told," I answered mechanically.

I heard her sigh of - what? Indecision? Resignation?

"I see you're not too convinced," Vernon said to her. He turned the controls to a level where the pain wasn't so intense as before but set me moaning enough for her to hear as I thrashed as much as I could against the restraints that held me to my seat.

He knew she could hear my whimpers and then continued, "of course, if I were you, I wouldn't come back for him. You
leave him to us. Keep reading the papers though over the next few days if you do."

As I groaned I saw the young man at the computer give a thumbs up. He had traced her exact location.

Vernon stopped, giving Sandy time to reply and then continued, his voice becoming icy calm. He glanced at the computer monitor that the young man turned in his direction. "Should you decide otherwise, this is what you will do. You will get off the train to Derby at the next stop. You will then call this number," he called out a mobile number and confirmed she had got it. "You will tell the people there where you are and you will then wait in the station. Two gentlemen will collect you. If you are not there..." He twisted the control on the box before him and I screamed in agony.

He closed the connection on the phone and watched me writhe and beg him to turn the power off. He laughed.

 

[sandmartin]

Almost dropping the phone in fright as I heard Xavier’s screams, I quickly glanced around the train carriage. The few other passengers’ present appeared not to notice my agitated state. Silently, I lifted the phone back to my ear and listened to Vernon’s instructions with loathing.

I hung-up and sat trembling with shock – would they really kill Xavier if I didn’t turn myself in? His screams had seemed very real to me, could I take that chance? And what would they do to me if I did as they said? This was like some terrible nightmare straight out of fiction. My immediate reaction was to call the police, but Xavier had been so precise in telling me not to contact the police unless I was out of the country. The implication being that the police, at least some of them, were involved in this somehow.

Contacting the police would definitely cut against Vernon’s instructions which might be enough to prompt him to carry out his threat. I was so distraught I felt like crying, and then I became angry. Angry at Xavier for creating this mess, for involving me in the first place, for being stupid enough to get himself caught. Why hadn’t he heeded his own advice and left town?

What was I supposed to do now? Hand myself in to them so they could make sport with me, sexually abuse me in all manner of ways? Xavier had said they would try to break me with the things they would do to me – this was all so unfair. Or should I just keep going? But what if I did pick up tomorrows newspaper and read of Xavier’s tragic demise as Vernon suggested I would?

The train was pulling in to the station. Time was running out, I had to make a decision, possibly the toughest one I have ever faced in my life. In the end it boiled down to the fact that for all his faults Xavier had come through for me when it really counted. He had stopped those men from raping me in the park. He had attempted to help me escape, given me the money and therefore the means to do it – all at great risk to himself now it seemed. What choice did I have?

I stepped of the train and looked long and hard about the platform. There was nobody about that I recognised; not that it accounted for much. Keeping my eyes peeled I slowly made my way to the station entrance. My stomach twisted into knots as I made the call to the number Vernon had given me. The call was answered immediately. My hands were physically shaking as I sat on a bench outside the station to await my fate.

When they arrived I recognised them immediately as the older man and his younger side kick; the two who had intended raping me in the park. My heart sank as I saw them, it just couldn’t have been worse. I watched in amazement as the two headed straight past me, obviously not recognising me with my new hair cut and dress standard.

As they were about to pass me the grey haired man glanced in my direction and I stood up. He did a double take before calling his friend to a stop. A thin smile of satisfaction crossed his face as he approached me.
“You’ve been a very naughty little girl.” He told me.

I made no attempt to answer him as he took me by the arm and led me the short distance to their car. The younger man clambered into the backseat beside me as Grey-hair moved to the driver’s door. We moved out into the traffic and headed out of town.
“You have been a very, very naughty girl.” Grey-hair repeated, glancing at me in the mirror.
“Where are you taking me?” I replied.
“You’ll find out soon enough. But first we have some unfinished business with you.”
“Yeah!” The young man put in. “Like to suck my dick now?”
His hand reached to his trouser front.
“No thanks – I’ve seen it once all ready.” I turned to look out of the window.
“Cheeky-bitch!” His hand slammed against the side of my face, stunning me with its ferocity as I cried out. “Think you’re too good for the likes of us. Well we’re going to teach little miss-high-and-mighty a lesson – just you wait and see.”

I couldn’t contain my tears as they coursed freely down my blazing face. All that managed to illicit by way of response was the youths mimicking wails, before Grey-hair told the pair of us to shut up. Wiping my eyes, and trying to make myself as small as possible, I huddled up in the corner of the seat, as far away from the young Mr Nasty as I could. Grey-hair made a telephone call and proudly announced that I was with them.

It was dark, some three hours later when we pulled into the silent industrial estate. It was like arriving in a ghost town, not even another solitary car was in sight. Grey-hair drove around the back of a smallish industrial unit. Mr Nasty was starting to get excited and I knew things were about to take a turn for the worse.

Grey-hair opened a big roller-shutter door and drove us all in. The door was closed and I was ordered out of the car. I got out reluctantly, folding my arms across me and shivering slightly against the cold. The unit seemed cavernous with its dim lighting.
“Where are we?” I asked with a slight tremble to my voice.
“Oh this is just a little rest stop – a chance for us to stretch our legs and catch up on some fun we missed out on.”
I shuddered, only this time it wasn’t the cold that caused it. “What do you want with me?” I pleaded. “I haven’t done anything wrong – you can’t do this to me – I have money…”
“So do we sweetie – it’s not your money we’re after – it’s you. We didn’t get much chance to see that nice shaved pussy of yours before you hid yourself under that blanket in the woods. So we thought we’d have a good look now.”
“In other words,” Mr Nasty injected. “Take your clothes off – all of them.”
I shook my head slowly, stepping back from the two of them.
“Some of our friends might not be too happy if we take you back roughed up, but when I tell them you tried to jump from a moving car and we had to restrain you they’ll understand.”
“I’ll tell them you raped me!” I cried.
“Not with a broken jaw you won’t.” His flat, matter-of-fact, tone scared the hell out of me. “And who said anything about raping you?”
“If I do as you say, you won’t touch me?” I snivelled, scarce believing it.
“My friend here asked you a question earlier. Your answer implied that he had a small dick, I think he’d like to make you gag on your own words.”
“Yeah!” Mr Nasty said bluntly. “Now you gonna undress or do you want me to do it for you?”
“No touching – right?”
“Fuck this.” Mr Nasty took two quick steps toward me, drawing his fist back as he moved.
“NO!” I screamed. “All right, I’ll do it.”

My hands flew to the front of my jacket and peeled it off as I retreated from him. He stopped and watched as I pulled my arms free and set it down on a small cart. The two men stood in front of me, watching my every move as I undid the row of buttons down the front of my blouse. They leered at me, grinning as I opened my shirt to reveal my lacy white bra.
“Look at her big hard nipples!” Mr Nasty scoffed. “Reckon she’s a hot one!”
It was the cold, but I didn’t dare contradict him.
“Oh she’s a hot little number that’s for sure.” Grey-hair answered. “We watched her fucking in the woods – she’s hot!”

My fingers wrestled with the top button of my jeans and I felt my skin pucker as the cool air wafted around my legs. I freed my bra and let it fall from me, trying hard to avoid the two men gazing at me as my fingers hitched into my briefs and pulled them down. I stood trembling before them, I’m not sure if it was the cold or fear that made me tremble.
“First off she can suck my dick?”
“No. First she has to be punished for being a naughty girl and causing all this trouble. I think she needs a good hiding.”
My eyes darted from one to the other apprehensively.
“You mean we should whip her?” Mr Nasty smiled sadistically.
“No we don’t want to mark her. Remember this is just between the three of us – our little secret isn’t it my dear?”
I nodded my head dumbly.

Grey-hair perched himself on the edge of the truck on which I had placed my clothes. He patted his knee and waved to me to bend myself across his lap.
“But she does deserve a good smacked bottom. So watch lad and when I’ve done you can have a go.”

Reluctantly, I bent across his knee. He pushed me up, lifting my rear end high.
“Oh Jesus! Look at that.” Mr Nasty said in awe, stepping behind me. “Tell her to open her legs wider.”
“Do as he says girlie.”

I parted my thighs slightly further and heard him moan behind me just before a ball of fire erupted across my behind. I shrieked in shock, moments later a second blow landed causing me to cry out again.
“Now spread your legs.” He slapped my thigh hard and I opened my thighs.

He hit my behind again, causing another cry of pain to escape me as he yelled at me to open my legs still wider. My toes were stretched wide apart on the concrete floor as I displayed myself fully to the men. He continued to slap away at my naked bottom until I could stand no more and I begged him to stop.
“Would you like to suck my cock instead?” Grey-hair enquired in a pleasant tone.
“Yes!” I sobbed. He hit me again.
“Yes what?”
“Please.” I replied instinctively.

He pushed me off and stood over me, instructing me to help myself. I knelt before him, my shaking hands reaching up to the tight bulge in his trousers and freed his zip. As I slid his trousers and underwear down his cock sprang forth, eager to greet me. He seemed not to mind that his young friend was dancing about keenly, watching as my lips closed about him.

It didn’t take him too long to reach his climax. His hands locked about my head as his hot fluid jetted inside my mouth and I was forced to swallow. While his friend watched, Grey-hair made me lick his now sagging cock clean. He dressed himself as Mr Nasty sat on the truck and slapped his leg.
“Come on over here, and remember I want to see your cunt when you bend over.”

To me, the ‘C’ word is one of the most repulsive words in world, though I felt little inclination to tell him that as I meekly lowered myself across his knees and splayed my legs wide apart. He laughed as he ran his fingers across my sex and I squirmed to his touch, and then he suddenly hit me hard. He rained blows upon my poor burning behind in rapid succession; each slap seemed harsher than the one before so my screams became a long drawn out wail punctuated only by my quick gasps of breath. Even when I begged him he didn’t let up.
“So I’ve got a small dick have I?” He shouted at me angrily.
“Nooo!” I screamed.
“Would you like to suck it now?”
“Yessss!”
“Yesss… pleeease!”
“Yes please what?”
“Can I… suck your… cock pleeease?”

He pushed me away from him and without waiting, opened his trousers as I clutched at my raw behind. His fingers knotted in my hair, yanking my head round in the direction of his rampant cock, pushing himself at me. I opened my mouth and he shoved himself inside my mouth. My nose hit his pubic bone as he thrust himself in and out of my mouth, his hands threatening to tear my hair out by the roots as he pumped himself in and out. When he came, he withdrew from my mouth and stood laughing at me as he sprayed his cum over my face.

He ordered me to lick him clean as his cum ran in rivulets down my face. When I had finished he pushed me away from him angrily and dressed himself. Grey-hair took me to a toilet and allowed me to wash my face in the dirty loo’s filled with urinals. I did my best to ignore his hand as he caressed my raw behind while I stooped to the sink to wash the vile mess off my face.

I was told to grab my clothes and dress in the car while we got underway. Grey-hair opened the door and Mr Nasty drove. Once the unit was secured, Grey-hair climbed in the back with me as I tried to dress myself and Mr Nasty took us on the rest of the way to goodness knows what fate that awaited me.

 

[chris2c4u]

Grey hair.

I'd wanted to have the little bitch as much as he had but we had to play by the rules didn't we? That young one was a hot head. We could have fucked her, not marked her much but there was no point in taking chances with these people. You jumped when they said to jump, had what they said you could have and that was it. If he didn't learn that soon I wouldn't be working with him any more.

Still, it was fun in the car. I could see she was scared of me ever since he'd threatened to hit her in the warehouse so she didn't do anything except cower against the door when I slid over in the back seat and opened up her jeans.

"You got a nice little pussy," I said, "let's have another look at it
and a feel." I pulled the jeans down over her hips, then felt her
through her panties. They were dry and I liked that, liked to know we'd scared her so much even massaging her couldn't get a drop from her sex.

She tried to turn away but I got my hand inside her panties. "Nice and smoth," I said, "but you need a shave soon, want me to do it for you?"

Even the young man chuckled at that as I heard her stifling her sobs; that turned me on even more. I roughly pushed my finger between her lips, "nice and tight I bet," I laughed taking my finger from inside and pushing my hand up inside her blouse.

"Shall I cum between your tits? They're nice and firm aren't they?" I squeezed her breasts, pushing her bra off them, opening the buttons of her blouse. I looked at her dishevelled form as she tried to hide her face by leaning her head forward letting her hair spread across her shoulders. "There, now you look like the little tart you are." I slapped her tits a couple of time to show her who was boss before grabbing her wrist, opening my jeans and getting out my hard cock for her to hold.

"Wank me off whore, then lick it up when I cum." I watched her
nervously hold me, still snivelling but obeying. It was good to feel
her hot mouth licking up my seed from my public hairs and balls when I finished not long after she started.

The young buck slowed the car and grunted at me to check the map. Turning on the light I pushed her away and looked out of the window into the beam of the headlights. "Must be nearby," I said as we took a curve in the country track, trees looming on either side. "What's that?"

Up ahead was a car, parked on the side of the road. "That must be it, stop, flash your lights." As we did the other car returned the signal.

"Right, you," I addressed the girl, "get your clothes off then get out of the car. Don't start fucking arguing, just do it, I've had enough of your lip."

Frightened, confused, it was good to see her like that as she struggled to get out of her clothes again. "Go on, fuck off out," I said, watching her open the door and slip out into the darkness. "Right," I tapped my young companion on the shoulder, "let's find a pub, eh?"

****

Yvonne.

I walked forward slowly towards that most troublesome - but luscious - young woman, naked, hugging herself against the cool of the night. She could see my silouette against the headlights of my car and I know she knew who I was even before she started backing away, half crouching as if trying to hide her nakedness from me. I suppose as well as the understandable fear at her fate I was quite striking in the black robe of satin I was wearing, the hood down over my shoulders.

"Sandy," I said softly, "come here." She stopped retreating but didn't approach. I took more steps to her and she stayed still as I reached out to hold her hand. Pulling her to me I felt her cold flesh as I pressed her to my body, my breasts, holding her as I whispered, "I'm so sorry Xavier let you down. He won't do that again. He won't let anyone down ever again. Now, I want you to have another chance to save yourself, you'd like that wouldn't you? Come, you have an important role to play in the ceremony. The you can get some clothes on, get into a nice warm bed, have something to eat. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Slowly we began to walk down a path into the wood. I shone a torch ahead of us until the light from the fire ahead became more obvious and enough to see by.

The figures there were familiar to Sandy; Vernon, the man and wife from the meal out with Xavier, myself. They wore robes too, of various deep colours, that caught the reds and yellows of the wood fire and threw them back in dazzling jewels of light.

In the centre of the small clearing was Umberto, though he was naked. His torso was lying supported by the stump of an old tree, its gnarled roots running off into the earth in all directions. His arms and legs were held tight by ropes tied to nearby trees, forming an X with his body.

I went to a nearby bowl of water, warmed by the fire and ran oils and perfumes into it, uttering the necessary incantations. I indicated that the others should come over and dip their hands in the bowl and begin annointing Sandy with the liquid. Her pussy, of course, was saved for my fingers and was the last place to be annointed. I knelt before her and paid particular attention to her soft, sex, warmed by the water. I stood and looked at her, her skin glistening in the firelight.

Taking her hand I led her over the ropes to get between Umberto's spread legs. Standing behind Sandy I instructed her, "kneel, take Umberto's penis and arouse him; as he is pleased to see you I'm sure you won't find it difficult. When he is erect, you will mount him and ride him to orgasm." I stood back and watched as Sandy nervously took Umberto's cock in her fingers, bending her mouth to its head as he quickly became engourged.

She continued to stroke him as she knelt on the tree stump parting her thighs over his hips, playing with his cock against her slit. She was doing very well considering her state of terror that she was keeping well hidden. I became very aroused as I watched from behind as she rose and fell on Umberto's hardness, listening to him moaning in pleasure as he thought that this was his reward for coming through his trials.

Their writhing bodies slowed as he grunted and pushed up into Sandy's pussy, his back arching as he came. "Dismount him and come and stand by me," I commanded. A trickle of their combined juices ran down Sandy's leg as she awkwardly pulled herself free and then stood beside me.

I walked away to the small table that was at Umberto's head. The other three robed figures began to chant as I pulled the velvet cloth away.

Turning, I faced Sandy over Umberto's body and I held up the silver of a large dagger, glinting in the firelight. Umberto looked up and saw what I held. "What's happening?" he said.

"The ceremony begins with the act that life is created from. It ends with the end of life itself," I intoned. My eyes fell to Umberto's face, upside down to me and I saw realisation beginning to spread across his eyes as he started to tug at the ropes, helplessly.

Stepping forward as the others chanted louder I raised the knife above Umberto's chest as he struggled and pleaded with me, screaming for help.

The chanting ended. Holding the hilt with two hands I struck down on Umberto's chest, feeling liquid spread across my arms.

 

[sandmartin]

Trying my best to ignore Grey-hair, though I knew he was watching me, I finished dressing. I was pretty well dressed by the time he got in the car anyway, still his eyes followed me as I buttoned my shirt and fastened my jeans up.

Curling back into my corner, I stayed silent, trying to make myself inconspicuous and not draw attention to myself. Grey-hair directed Mr Nasty out of town and once we were back out on the main road the conversation died.

I could feel his eyes upon me, his gaze almost tangible, reaching through the dimness across to me. He slid across the seat toward me and then I felt his hand tug the button open at the top of my jeans. I closed my eyes, feeling the zip ride down.
"You got a nice little pussy," Grey-hair said, "let's have another look at it and a feel."

He dragged me across the seat as he pulled my jeans down, lifting me up so my bottom rested on his thighs and I was bent up against the door. He wrestled my one leg free and pushed my legs apart. I felt his fingers pressing against the thin veil of fabric between my legs, but made no attempt to thwart his probing.

I tried to twist away as his fingers pulled at the elastic of my panties, but with one leg down in the foot-well and the other resting on the seat on the far side of him, it was difficult without being obvious about it. I didn’t want to anger him, so I let him feeling his way inside my briefs.
"Nice and smooth," he said, "but you need a shave soon – want me to do it for you?"

All I could do was stifle a sob as Mr Nasty sniggered in the front. Soon, I knew, they’d swap over and Mr Nasty would climb in the back to molest me. The very thought of it filled me with dread. Grey-hair’s fingers wormed their way inside me.
“Hmmm!” He gloated. “Nice and tight!”

He withdrew his fingers and pushed his hands up beneath my shirt, sweeping my shirt over my stomach as his hands travelled up to my breasts.
"Shall I cum between your tits? They're nice and firm aren't they?"

He squeezed my breasts hard before shoving my bra upwards to free them. And then his hands withdrew and his fingers starting popping the buttons up the front of my blouse one by one. I turned my head away, facing the back of the seat, not wanting to look at his lecherous face as he exposed me. His voice became hard and mean as he opened my top and displayed me.
"There, now you look like the little tart you are."

I jumped involuntarily as he slapped my boobs. He pushed my legs down into the foot-well and grabbed my hand, pulling it roughly to his hard cock.
"Wank me off whore, then lick it up when I cum."

I shifted in the seat, manoeuvring myself round so I faced his exposed cock. Slowly I massaged his penis to a climax and then lowered my head to lick his spilt semen as he grunted. Mr Nasty interrupted his moans of pleasure and I found myself being roughly pushed away as the interior light came on. I caught sight of Mr Nasty staring at me in the mirror and curled myself up again in the corner.

Grey-hair was peering at a map, muttering to himself, then trying to look out of the window into the darkness. I lay motionless, paying neither him nor my surroundings any attention. Xaviour said they would try to break me, I had to try and remain strong.
"That must be it, stop, flash your lights."

The car pulled to a halt. Moments later the interior was splashed with a brief burst of light.
"Right, you," Grey-hair told me. "Get your clothes off and get out of the car. Don't start fucking arguing, just do it, I've had enough of your lip."

Frightened, I began to undress myself. It didn’t take long as half my clothes were off all ready. Even so, it wasn’t easy in the confined space with Grey-hair watching me. My chin crinkled and my bottom lip quivered as I raised my hips and pulled my panties down my legs. I paused reluctantly, my briefs crunched-up in my hand as I sat naked on the seat.
“Go on, fuck off!” Grey-hair said, giving me a shove toward the door and pulling my panties out of my hand.

I stepped out of the car into the cold night. The chippings stabbed sharply into my bare feet as I stood up on the tarmac. I closed the door and moved forward, hugging my arms around me against the cold. As I stepped around the front of the car, wincing at the stones on which I trod, I suddenly had this image of Mr Nasty grinning as he stared at my pale behind lit-up by the lights of his car. Without turning back, I moved to the side of the road and watched them pull away, leaving me naked at the side of the road.

A shadow moved into the beam of light from the car ahead and apprehension filled me as the dark figure came toward me. Somehow I knew who it was that approached me long before I heard her voice. I started backing away, semi-crouched against the cold.
“Sandy.” She called to me softly. And the dam burst, tears flowing freely down my face.

I waited, wretched and miserable, for her approach. Taking my hand, she pulled me close, wrapping her arms around me, comforting me. It was a pleasant surprise to feel the warmth of compassion from another human being.
"I'm so sorry Xavier let you down. He won't do that again. He won't let anyone down ever again.” She said soothingly.

What did she mean by that – had they hurt him, or even killed him? Oh my God – what had they done. I had little chance to consider the possibility as Yvonne continued smoothly…
“Now, I want you to have another chance to save yourself, you'd like that wouldn't you?”
“Yes.” I thought to myself. “I’d very much like to save myself.”
“Come, you have an important role to play in the ceremony. Then you can get some clothes on, get into a nice warm bed and have something to eat. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I nodded dumbly, walking beside her as we left the road and followed a dirt track through the trees. Eventually it became possible to pick out a blazing fire up ahead, and as we moved towards it I began to pick-out the presence of other people around the fire. They seemed to be dressed in robes, not dissimilar to the one that Yvonne was wearing. At first I hadn’t noticed anything particularly unusual about Yvonne’s dress, but on seeing the others, it slowly dawned on me that there was something sinister going on.

My heart chilled at the rising fear as we entered the clearing. I recognised the heavy frame of Vernon, my eyes quickly searched for Xavier and in doing so I recognised the other two people present, the couple from the meal out I had shared with Xavier, but there was no sign of Xavier.

The heat radiated from the fire, like a beckon of hope as the warmth bathed my cold flesh. I followed Yvonne into the circle of light, so terribly conscious of the two men drinking in my nakedness. Stepping round the fire I suddenly caught sight of another naked form, laid out on top of a large tree stump, his limbs spread out wide, fixed by ropes that held him.

From the protrusion of his limp genitals, I knew it was a man, but it wasn’t until we got closer that I realised it was Umberto. Yvonne left me, bathing in the heat of the fire as she approached a makeshift table. I watched her mixing fluids together, smelt the scent of the fragrance in the air. I heard her muttering some kind of incantation while the others looked on solemnly as she worked.

She approached me, beckoned to the others who closed about me. With mounting trepidation, I stood in their midst as the bowl was passed around them. Hands touched me, rubbing the oily mixture into my body. Every inch of me was covered in the heavily perfumed oil; my arms, legs and back. Vernon stood before me, ogling my breasts with his piggy eyes as his big hands massaged oil into my breasts.

I closed my eyes as hands spread the perfume over my face and neck. When I opened them again Yvonne was kneeling before me, staring straight at my crotch. She pressed my thighs apart gently, but insistently. Embarrassed, I shuffled my feet apart and stared off into the darkness of the surrounding threes as her fingers spread oil in and around my sex while her companions watched.

She stood up, looked into my eyes as she took my hand. Taking my hand she led me across to Umberto, the others followed in our wake. I knew before we reached him spread out across the stump what would happen. She stood me between his widely parted thighs and stepped back behind me. My eyes met Umberto’s briefly.
”Kneel, take Umberto's penis and arouse him.” Yvonne instructed. “As he is pleased to see you I'm sure you won't find it difficult. When he is erect, you will mount him and ride him to orgasm."

I knelt down. His sack nestled between his thighs; his limp cock already began to uncurl itself as I reached to take it in my hand. I guided his stiffened member into my mouth and was aware of the husband and wife closing in from each side of Umberto’s spread form, watching me as I played Umberto in and out of my mouth.

Awkwardly, unable to bring myself to look at anyone, I climbed the tree stump and hitched my knee over him, aligning myself with is engorged penis. I grasped his penis, slid it across my sex, seeking the right position before gently lowering myself down and impaling myself on it. Umberto’s chest heaved as I sank down onto him.

Using my knees, I rose up and down on his manhood, feeling him push up to meet me as I fell. His eyes locked onto my breasts while he moaned his pleasure. For my part I felt nothing with everyone watching me riding him. Concentrating my entire effort on him, allowing him to dictate the rhythm of his own climax; I just wanted this over and done with as quickly as possible.

Suddenly his back arched, driving himself up hard into me as he cried out, lost in his own ecstasy of blissful climax.
"Dismount him and come and stand by me." Yvonne instructed.

I slipped from him and unceremoniously climbed off him and the tree stump, feeling his cum escape me to trickle down my inner thigh. Without meeting Yvonne’s gaze, I stepped up beside her. She left me standing between Umberto’s parted legs as she moved around to his head.

The other three robed figures began chanting as I looked across Umberto’s naked form. Glancing down I noticed a small residue of cum glistening in the fire light, split from the tip of his now limp and slicked cock. I looked back toward Yvonne as she turned to face me; Umberto strained back his head to also peer at her. Something sparkled in her hand, my eyes grew wide as I breathed in sharply, seeing the knife in her hand.

Mesmerised, I stared in shock disbelief. The chanting grew louder. Umberto spoke, his words lost to me in the chanting. I was breathing hard now. Yvonne suddenly spoke out aloud in a crisp, clear voice.
"The ceremony begins with the act that life is created from. It ends with the end of life itself,"

Umberto suddenly started pulling on the ropes that held him. Yvonne stepped forward. Umberto screamed, kicking and bucking his firm young body. Suddenly the chanting ceased, the blade flashed as Yvonne raised it in both hands, and then swung down in a murderous stroke, plunging deep into his chest as his body arched. I did the only thing I could do...
I screamed.

 

[chris2c4u]

Yvonne.

The air was full of screaming; Sandy couldn't stop herself as she stepped back from Umberto. Below me, he was still screaming until slowly he realised that he could still scream.

It was all so very very funny. All of us in our robes laughed wildly and even more so when Umberto collapsed, fainting from shock despite suffering no real physical injury from the knife - a theatrical prop. It was a good one though and his chest was smeared with the fake blood the knife had contained.

Slowly Sandy stopped screaming as I held up the knife and pushed the blade in a couple of times. I walked towards her and she instinctively fliched away; I liked that: she was learning proper respect. I stopped and made an expansive gesture with my arms. "Feel free to go, naked into the woods."

I turned round and picked up a metal flagon and splashed Umberto's face with the water it contained, listening to his groans as Vernon came to release his bound limbs. As soon as he could Umberto drew in his hands and feet to his body; shivering he began to sob uncontrollably. Lovely!

I held my hand out to Sandy and she stepped closer, though not taking my hand. "Time to go," I murmured and ushered her up the path we had come down, leaving the others to deal with Umberto; it would be such fun to hear how he was later on.

I unlocked the car with my remote and shrugged out of the robes. I opened the boot and gestured with my head to Sandy. "You - in here." Slowly she approached, I could see her wondering whether to attack me and try and escape but she was obviously worried about what would happen to her if she lost the encounter and eventually climbed into the boot which I slammed shut with a giggle.

The drive took about an hour and I reversed into a dead-end alleyway. A neon light over a heavy door illuminated the old newspapers that fluttered across the narrow road. I rang the bell on the door and a small window in it opened before the noise of locks being thrown preceeded its opening. A small Chinese woman came out and hugged me; it had been a while since I had seen Madame Lian and we caught up on experiences; she laughed about Umberto. "Now that's one of your best tricks yet," she giggled with her strong Liverpool accent adding to the incongruity of the situation. "So," she got down to business, "you have the goods?"

I walked around and opened the boot and Madame Lian peered inside at Sandy's curled up body. "Out you get," she said, helping Sandy get circulation going in her limbs before stepping out onto the road.

I reached out and stroked Sandy's cheek. "I'm not sure if we'll meet again my dear. Isn't that a shame? I do hope you enjoy your new life." I gave Lian a peck on her cheek. "Toodle oo," I said before driving off.

Madame Lian.

"Come on, get inside," I could see her body was good. From what Yvonne had told me when we made the arrangements her mind was certainly not yet pliant and she would need watching. However, she was certain to make me a lot of money. I would tell her her fate in the morning and for now showed her to an en suite bedroom, where I told her food would be brought for her soon. I locked her in.

The next morning she was awake when I arrived. As there were no clothes for her to wear she had wrapped herself in the sheet from the bed. "I hope you're comfortable being naked in front of people because you won't have any clothes while you're inside here. And here - you don't know where you are do you? This is my establishment," I gave a little bow. "Gentlemen come here - what? No, it is most certainly not a brothel!" I tutted at her impudence. "The gentlemen come here to select the slave that they want to buy. Of course that involves them performing sexual acts on the women when they're testing them but we aren't charging for sex. Come, let me show you around. Leave the sheet."

I walked ahead of her showing her first the room that was fitted out with medical equipment. "I was surprised by the number of men who have a fetish about this sort of thing so it was a good investment."

I showed her the torture chamber next. "Traditional, of course." Various bedrooms with mirrored ceilings, one with a four poster completed the brief tour of the places she would become familiar with - unless she was snapped up soon, which wouldn't surprise me now I saw her in the light. Very lovely indeed.

"Now we're expecting a visit today from Mr Albury; he's sure to want to see you. You may speak freely when you are alone with the gentleman though if you displease a client you will be punished severely." I gave a disarming grin. "Can't have you costing us money can we?" I reached out to give her cheek a quick tug. "You do exactly what he wants you to do and - well, if he takes a shine to you then you'll be out of here like nobody's business. Most slaves do quite well, the gents aren't normally into anything too extreme. Not normally. Now, shall we get you ready?"

 

[sandmartin]

Staring incomprehensibly around me at the laughing faces of the four robed figures, I saw Umberto’s white face suddenly raise up off the wooden stump – he was alive!? How could this be? Then he passed out, his whole body slumped down. Still they laughed, like demented hyena’s. Yvonne pointed the blade at me, I watched it retracting back into the handle and the penny dropped.

My legs felt weak; my head buzzed groggily as I fought to contain my shock. Yvonne approached me and I cowed, still struggling to comprehend what I had witnessed and the cruelty of their prank.
"Feel free to go, naked into the woods."

For the briefest of moments I considered her offer. Freedom could be mine, but where would I go? A dark cloud of suspicion crossed my thoughts – what awaited me in those woods? That Yvonne should extend me such an offer after going to such lengths to find me didn’t make sense. I stayed silent, watching her splash water into Umberto’s face. He groaned, therefore it was true – he lived.

She smiled as Umberto sobbed, curling himself into a ball. It was an evil smile I thought, filled with malice. Her attention turned back to me and she extended her hand forward. Ignoring her offered hand, I fell into step with her as Yvonne picked her way back along the path.

The car lights flashed as we drew near. I waited, cold and naked as she slipped out of her robe, opened the boot of her car and tossed it in. She gestured to me to climb in the boot and I immediately thought I had offended her. It must have been my refusal to acknowledge her offered hand. Now she was angry with me and I would have to ride in the boot.
“Please…” I whispered.
"You, in here."

Reluctantly I climbed inside. I could have sworn I heard her chuckle as my world was abruptly plunged into total blackness. She mad, I thought to myself miserably as I huddled up on the course fabric of the boot floor.

I don’t know how long we travelled, the pitching and swaying of the car seemed to last an eternity. By the time the car stopped I was beginning to feel quite sick. I heard her climb from the car, her footsteps audible as she approached the boot and then passed by. A minute or so passed before I could hear voices in conversation, not clearly enough to determine the words, but sufficient to know that there was another woman, which relieved me greatly.

The boot opened and fresh air rushed into greet me – yet more relief. I peered up at the two women staring down at me. I was only mildly surprised to see the woman’s oriental features. Surprises were something I was becoming accustomed to. There is no dignified way in which to climb into the boot of a car, less so climbing out from one, especially naked.

Standing nervously in the dark and filthy alley, I endured the woman’s appraisal of my naked body as she studied me. Half of me was afraid that someone might see me standing nude and vulnerable in such a public place, yet the other half of me wished someone would by chance find me and come to my rescue.

Yvonne reached out and stroked my cheek. "I'm not sure if we'll meet again my dear. Isn't that a shame? I do hope you enjoy your new life."

She turned to Lian and gave her a parting peck on the cheek. "Toodle oo," She said happily, climbing into her car. I watched in disbelief as the car pulled away without me.

Lian ushered me inside. Hugging my arms around myself I followed her through the quiet and dim house where I was shown to a room. Yet more relief as I discovered that I would be alone and not required to provide more sexual service to another.

I showered, luxuriating in the hot flow of warming and cleansing water. When I had finished I discovered food waiting for me on a small table. I ate hungrily, devouring the food quickly in an attempt to satiate my burning hunger. Sleep quickly took me, carrying me off on a softly ebbing tide. I hadn’t expected to find sleep that night, not in my new surroundings with a strange oriental woman as my guardian.

The following morning I woke with a start on hearing the door unlock. I relaxed on seeing Lian enter my room. I wrapped the sheet around me, there was nothing else to protect my modesty.
"I hope you're comfortable being naked in front of people because you won't have any clothes while you're inside here. And here - you don't know where you are do you?”
I shook my head, my heart sinking at the thought of remaining naked.
“This is my establishment," She informed me rather grandly as she gave a little bow. "Gentlemen come here…”
“A brothel!” I gasped.
“What? No, it is most certainly not a brothel!" She seemed shocked at the idea. "Gentlemen come here to select a slave they want to buy. Of course that involves them performing sexual acts on the women when they're testing them, but we aren't charging for sex. Come, let me show you around. Leave the sheet."

Her manner was very forth right and business like. She didn’t appear to notice how appalled I was by the revelation. “You mean I am to be sold as a slave?”
“Yes of course. That’s what I just said – silly girl.” She looked at me standing, wrapped in the sheet. “Leave the sheet on the bed and follow me.”

I undraped myself and at once left dehumanised and dejected. She led me through the house, chatting away as though there was nothing unusual, pointing out this and that. Under different circumstances I thought I might like Lian. She showed me into a room and for all the world I thought I had entered some kind of clinic.
"I was surprised by the number of men who have a fetish about this sort of thing so it was a good investment."

The stainless steel and stark white of the room did not appear to me to be in the least bit sexy and I found it hard to imagine how anyone might. We moved on and the next door she opened was in complete contrast to the previous room as I surveyed the stocks and racks of a reconstructed torture chamber from a bygone era.
"Traditional, of course." She commented, before closing the door and leading me.

We viewed several rooms, some with mirrored ceilings, one even contained a four poster bed, which I thought was far more romantic and therefore strangely out of place in such a house. As I stood in the sunlight slanting through the blinds at the window, I caught her looking at me and immediately flushed with embarrassment.
“I think your stay here will be a short one.” She informed me. “You are very beautiful.”

My discomfort grew three fold as I quickly averted my gaze. How could she sell me like some kind of commodity? Being a woman herself she must understand what it must be like to endure the lewd pawing of a man, especially an unwanted man.
"Now we're expecting a visit today from Mr Albury.” She continued in a business like manner. “You may speak freely when you are alone with the gentleman though if you displease a client you will be punished severely."
She beamed at me and I didn’t know what to think of the way she smiled.
"Can't have you costing us money can we?" She gave my cheek a friendly tug. "You do exactly what he wants you to do and - well, if he takes a shine to you then you'll be out of here like nobody's business. Most slaves do quite well, the gents aren't normally into anything too extreme. Not normally. Now, shall we get you ready?"

I had learnt all too well that it was better to say nothing in response to such questions rather than risk incurring someone’s rather.
“You need to shave yourself.” Her eyes glanced down quickly, leaving no doubt as to what she implied. “If you can’t manage, I’ll help you.”
“I can manage.” I replied coldly.
“Good.” If she noticed my abrupt tone she let it pass. “Can you dance?”
Taken completely off guard I shook my head.
“Shame, you would look good dancing the seven veils – very nice. Never mind, I think we shall put you in a nice little brassier and panty set, maybe even a fine shimmering skirt.” She gave a little clap of her hands, “Yes, something translucent I think, just the thing to accentuate those hips when you move.”

She positively beamed with pleasure at her inventiveness. All I could do was stare at her coldly as a hollow feeling spread rapidly through my stomach. She took me back to my room and left me with instructions to shower and shave myself. I was given perfumed soap and a soft towel, along with a bic razor.

An hour later she returned. I was not at all comfortable when she told me to lye down on the bed and open my legs so she could inspect me. It seemed she was satisfied with the job I had done and my awkwardness quickly passed as she let me up.

Lunch comprised of a quick sandwich and a cup of weak tea, no milk or sugar. Back in my room I was given a hair brush and told to brush my hair one hundred times. She was most specific in her request, making me count allowed each stroke. While I brushed my hair, she applied a little perfume behind my ears, between my breasts, on my wrists and to the small of my back.

Lian then watched me apply the make-up she had brought. I set about applying the blusher, eye-shadow and liner, when I put on the bright red lip-stick, she made me wear more of until my lips were covered in a deep glossy coat. My finger and toe nails were painted red and we waited for the varnish to dry before I was allowed to dress in the thong and bra set. Lastly she gave me the transparent skirt to wear.

She stood back to inspect me, making me turn in front of her, quickly clapping her hands enthusiastically. For my part I barely knew what to think, hardly recognising myself in the mirror with my short, highlighted hair – I hadn’t had chance to get use to it since employing it as a disguise – the make up was something else as I hardly ever wore it. My outfit was skimpy and revealing, but at least I had clothes which was something of a luxury in the past twenty-four hours.

Lian left me in my room with strict instructions not to mess myself up before she returned. My heart sank as I heard the door lock and I found myself alone waiting to be introduced to Mr Albury. Would he buy me? What would happen if he did? My mind raced over endless possibilities, none of them gave me any comfort or hope for the future.

 

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Mr Albury.

I always enjoyed visiting Lian's establishment to contemplate adding to my stable. She knew how to mix business and pleasure so effectively it was a joy to feel her small, none-too soft hands grip mine as we stood on her doorstep. After pleasantries about our families we sat down together in her reception room and drank tea.

"And now, how is business?" she asked me with a smile.

I nodded, putting my cup down and folding my hands in my lap. "In the current economic climate, with a lot of international business being done there is a - fair - demand for the services we provide." I smiled as she grinned back, knowing my penchant for understatement.

"How many slaves is it now?" she asked.

"29," I replied. "10 males, 19 females. We just lost a girl."

"Oh?" she looked curiously over her teacup at me.

"A gentleman from overseas took a liking to her so I sold her on. A pity, she was really such a frightened little filly the clients used to love her. However, I had to think of the business, so I now am able to invest in at least one replacement."

Lian patted my thigh. "I wish I had spotted the gap in the market your enterprise caters to," she laughed.

It was quite a simple idea really. There were plenty of professionals in the marketplace to perform sexual services for clients. There were even willing people of all sexual persuasions who advertised freely for encounters. However, there was no one who had the facilities like mine - a converted country house - nor the number of slaves who were far from willing participants in the various activities. Of course, there were inducements; any money given directly to the slaves could be kept - they could buy their freedom or invest it and I was honest about such
matters. Some, unfortunately came to enjoy the whole business which was most upsetting as they then had to be sold on or released, as clients could tell those who faked fear or revulsion.

"I have a selection of females for you to examine. One in particular I think you will find most suitable. She has recently been in the hands of Yvonne and her friends. However, the girl proved a little intractable and they decided to sell her on. So you can see she has spirit if they hadn't managed to damage her psychologically. I understand she performs her duties but with the minimum of participation and shows her displeasure in many subtle ways. Something I feel your clients might be quite interested in? As for physically - "

She paused, hoping that I didn't take offence at this reference, when she remembered that I had been castrated some years before. I smiled to ensure her that no indiscretion had been made. I could still judge feminine beauty and more importantly, the attiude of potential slaves.

Lian knew that I liked to see the women in private where I could ask them to strip and to arouse themselves for me. Sometimes Lian would surprise the girls by bringing in a male slave to service them before me. I was looking forward to this latest inspection.

Lian left for a while saying she was going to get the slaves ready for me. Returning minutes later she gestured for me to follow her.

 

[sandmartin]

When Lian returned I was a nervous wreck.
“Please…” I implored her, “Don’t do this to me… I have money – you could let me go?”
She looked at me, her eyes hardened. “I don’t want your money. Now come along Mr Albury is waiting.”
“Well let me stay here with you.” I blurted out. “I can cook and clean for you. I could help you out around the place – keep me for your own!”
Her eyes softened. “That’s very nice of you, but the truth is I don’t need any help. I’ve managed perfectly well before you arrived and will continue to do so after you are long gone.”
“But you can’t send me down there to undress in front of him so he can just fool around with me – it’s not right.” I was desperate. “You’re a woman – you understand about these things.”
“I know that men only have one use for a woman and so long as that remains the case I will continue to make money.” She answered patiently. “There are only two things in nature, predators and prey, I prefer to remain with the predators, you are prey. Your beauty and womanly charms make it so. Now you can go downstairs and try to impress Mr Albury enough to want to have you for his own. If you fail, then you will continue being introduced to men until you are lucky enough for one of them to want to have you.”
“And what happens if I don’t?” I answered frostily.
“Then I shall send you to my brothers. They have a restaurant where they will be more than happy to keep you busy with their friends, families, staff and even their customers. And when you are not serving them on your back, you will be washing and scrubbing floors – is that what you want?”
Defeated, I shook my head, stifling a sob of anguish.
“Don’t cry otherwise we shall have to sort all your make-up again.” She said kindly. “Come along now, all you have to do is exactly as Mr Albury tells you.”

Feeling more miserable and retched than I had ever felt in my life, I followed her downstairs. She stopped me in front of a closed door and gave me a once over, straightened the bra strap at my shoulder and said.
“You’ll be fine, just smile and do everything he asks of you.”

With that she opened the door and ushered me inside. I hugged the door frame as the door closed behind me. Two pairs of eyes turned to me, one obviously belonging to Mr Albury as he was the only male occupant in the room. The other belonged to another young woman who stood facing him in the middle of the room wearing a crisp white pair of bikini pants and matching bra-top. Her presence took me by surprise, evidently Mr Albury would be choosing between us, or maybe he intended to purchase himself two female slaves.

She was, I thought, very pretty. Seeing her long mousy blonde hair made me feel envious, more so because of what I had done to my own hair. She appeared almost as nervous as I felt, her small hands clenched together in front of herself as she stared across at me. Her pale face turned back to Mr Albury lounging back casually in a two seated sofa as he addressed me.
“Ah! Here she is – good. Now come and stand before me next to the other young lady – what’s your name dear?”
“Sandy.” I whispered, moving to join the other girl facing him.
“Sandy.” He repeated, “And your Beth – right?”
The other girl nodded her head in confirmation.
“Good. Now Beth I would like you to walk directly to me. When your foot touches mine you should turn around and walk to the far end of the room and back again to stand next to Sandy.”

Beth approached him apprehensively. He reprimanded her for keeping her hands in front of herself. I saw her shoulders flush as she moved awkwardly towards him, arms now swinging stiffly at her side. I watched his eyes survey her from head to toe as she moved, turned at his feet and walked back towards me. His gaze lingered on her buttocks as she passed me by.

It occurred to me that Beth was bigger breasted than I was, although her hips appeared much slimmer than my own. Perhaps it just appeared that way because of her breasts. Mr Albury looked pensive as he studied her, but his face gave nothing away.

When Beth arrived beside me he turned his attention in my direction and told me to do the same. I could not bring myself to look at him as I approached, neither did I make any effort to impress him. As I reached his foot I glanced down at him and caught him staring hard at my groin. I turned, knowing perfectly well where his gaze was currently fixed.

My insides did several cartwheels as I moved across the room avoiding Beth’s eyes. I too felt the glow of embarrassment across my face, and I had no wish to compound that further by meeting Beth’s face. I also knew that if it came down to points on some perverse kind of score card, I would score high numbers here. Not that I thought a high score a good thing, I just knew that men liked buttocks and my hips had a natural sway that was further emphasised, if somewhat embarrassingly, by the way my bottom apparently quivered when I walked.

When I stood back beside Beth, Mr Albury’s face was less pensive, more amused I thought, though it was difficult to be sure. “Remove the skirt Sandy and go again.”

I felt my jaw tighten as I hesitated for a moment. There was nothing to do other than obey. I slipped the skirt off and walked back towards him in just my thong and bra. When I turned I felt his eyes hone in on my naked bottom, consciously aware of the rise and fall of my buttocks and the little tremor that followed with each step.

The door opened and I stopped abruptly as Lian entered with a cup and saucer, only to hear Mr Albury urge me on. I headed back to Join Beth as Mr Albury invited Lian to join him on the sofa.
“Beth – remove your top.”

Lian sat silently, showing little interest as Beth reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. For my part I kept my gaze firmly fixed down the room to where Mr Albury and Lian sat.
“Oh very nice my dear.” He cooed. “Are they real – no implants? Bring them here – let me have a closer look.”

I could scare believe my ears. Beth slowly approached them. Lian appeared not in the least bit embarrassed as Mr Albury stood up and reached for Beth’s breasts.
“Lovely.” He commented. “And such responsive nipples!”

He sat back down and asked her to bend over so her breasts hung freely. I didn’t know who was more embarrassed, Beth or me.
“Head up, arms behind your back. Very good – that is very appealing Lian don’t you think?”
“An asset to my house,” Lian replied. “And a credit to whoever owns her.”
“Thank you Beth. You may return now. Sandy – if you please.”

If I pleased – it pleased me not! Nonetheless I removed my bra and felt two things at once, acutely embarrassed and totally defective in comparison to Beth’s bust size. I approached them on the sofa and endured his pawing of my breasts.
“Adequate I should say.” Without any trace of malice in his voice as he sat down again. He waved me away without asking me to bend over for him and as I walked back I heard him say. “Now that is a truly wonderful sight, look at the way her hips sway from side to side.

My face burned brightly as I turned to face them once more. Mr Albury asked if either of us were shaven. Anxiously I half raised my hand. He looked at Beth and from the corner of my eye I saw her shake her head.
“Then you shall go first,” He told her. “Strip yourself for me.”

Beth gave a brief sob as she removed her briefs, but managed to regain her composer as she was summoned back to stand before Mr Albury and Lian. His hand delved between her legs and she sobbed again as he made her turn around and present her rear to him. That all too familiar hollow feeling spread through my stomach as I watched her endure his probing of her bottom, know only too well that we should soon be exchanging places.

He watched her walk back across to join me. Her face very red as he made remarks about her small, but tight little behind, which caused me to conclude that Beth had everything going for her where as all I had was a wobbly bum! Not that I was disappointed, in fact it made me feel a little bit safer.

When it was my turn, I peeled off my thong and walked down to where he sat. His eyes fixed on my shaven mons as his fingers gently pinched and extended my clit.
“Hmmm!” He said, sliding a finger deep along the groove of my sex. “Not easily excited is she – frigid perhaps?”

I could have slapped him hard across the face there and then, or treated him to a sharp comment of my own, but Lian smoothly intervened…
“A wise man is often better rewarded for his patience don’t you think?”
“Very true Lian.” He pushed my hip, spinning me around so as to inspect me from behind. “Might I once again borrow the talents of your own personal pet Lian,” His fingers pulled the cheeks of my buttocks apart. “I should value his appraisal of these two young filly’s?”
“I had anticipated as much, he is waiting outside.” Lian clapped her hands together sharply.

The door opened and I saw a very muscular man around his mid-twenties enter the room. He was totally naked with the largest appendage I have ever seen in my life, yet it hung totally flaccid.
“I should like you both to climb on top of the table over there.” Mr Albury instructed Beth and myself. “You will kneel down side by side, raise your backsides high, knees apart, elbows on the table and heads up.”

I looked at Beth as I reluctantly crossed the room and walked beside her to the table. The table barely creaked under our combined weight as we hoisted ourselves up. I could feel my cheeks parting wide as I bowed my head down to rest my elbows on the surface in front of me, my buttocks lifted high and invitingly in the air. Beth’s fingers pressed into mine. I glanced across at her teary eyes. We both knew what was going to happen. I tried to smile back at her reassuringly, but it felt weak and feeble. My fingers squeezed hers back and I looked away.

Glancing back down the room I saw Lian, her hand closed about her pet’s monster cock in a manner that suggested fondness. Mr Albury was approaching us. I quickly untangled my fingers from Lian’s.
“I said heads up.”

My back bowed as I lifted my head up to stare straight ahead of me.
“A treat to behold.” He said to no one in particular as he stood behind the two of us. He moved around the table to stand before us. “Yes – a rare treat indeed. Darren, I should like your opinion. Try them both and let me know what you think, be frank as always.”

From the corner of my eye I saw him move across the room until I lost sight of him crossing behind us. I felt his big strong hands grasp each of my buttocks and squeeze. His thumbs pulled at my sex, opening me up further. I couldn’t help but jump when he stroked his fingers over my splayed sex. Then he was gone, moving his attention to Beth as she tensed herself.

After several minutes I heard her cry out and from the movement I knew he had entered her. Her cries became insistent; she complained that he was hurting her as the table began to rock. Everyone ignored her calls for him to stop, then suddenly he did.
“Get off the table and lick him clean Beth, there’s a good girl.” Mr Albury instructed.

Weeping Beth did as he instructed while I awaited my turn fearfully. When it came it happened with little warning. His hands clasped my hips, I felt the tip of him nudging at my sex, lining me up and then he just thrust into me, pulling me back sharply. I cried out, unable to prevent myself, the shock of suddenly finding myself impaled on his massive cock. He pulled me back and forth, burying his cock deep inside me as I bit down on my lip.

After several strokes he withdrew and I was told to clean him. Kneeling before him I was immediately afraid to take him in my mouth for fear of choking. He looked down at me, making no attempt force himself in my mouth as I sucked his enormous erection.
“What do you think Darren?”
“I think this one is small and tight.” He answered, pointing to Beth. “If you wanted a nice fuck she’d give it to you, but there’s no mystery with her. But this one,” He pointed down at me as I licked along his shaft, way past what I could get in my mouth, “Would be a challenge, she gives nothing away. You would have to work at her.”

I couldn’t believe they were taking about us in such a manner. And what he said made little sense to me.
“Hmmm!” Mr Albury nodded thoughtfully, “Just as I suspected. If you had to make a choice what would it be?”
“I’d wear this one on my cock sir.” He pointed straight down at me as I knelt back on my haunches in front of him. “The other one will squeal like a pig if she thought that’s what you wanted, or coo in your ear – no surprises.”

I coloured up completely, feeling the blood rush up my chest and neck.
“Thank you for that – no doubt Lian will reward you on my behalf.”
“Yes sir – thank you sir.” He turned and left. I watched his hard buttocks as he crossed the room, pausing to bow his head briefly in Lian’s direction. She smiled back at him and waited for him to leave before rising to her feet.
“Which will it be Mr Albury – or would you like to take them both?”

 

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Mr Albury.

"Which will it be Mr Albury ? or would you like to take them both?"
Lian asked.

"Darren's advice is always sound, you have trained him well. For my purposes,a challenge is what is needed. I'll take Sandy. Beth my dear, you will be very suitable for many, your charms are most evident." I handed her a hundred pounds towards her fund then turned to Sandy, standing by the table, looking ashen faced. Standing close I slipped my arm around her waist and walked with her to the sofa. "I just wanted to feel that seductive little sway of the hips," I said and kissed her ear. "Wait here while I conclude business with Madame Lian."

Xavier.

I lay in bed after they'd gone - after I finished off the malt whisky
in the bar. I didn't know what time it was - what day it was. I just
wanted to wash away the memory of the last hours, days. I sat up slowly; I don't get hangovers but I was still feeling woozy when I got up. I winced as my genitals still pained mem reminding me of the torture, of Vernon's warning not to try anything if I knew what was good for "that little girl."

Sandy. I sat at the kitchen table and held my head in my hands. They'd got her and I'd helped them. I drew a ragged breath and went to the shower wondering how much lower I could get, how feeble I was.

What could I do? I thought as I dried off, dressed and ate an apple, how on earth could I find her? In my study the computers still softly purred, the money still rolled in almost on auto-pilot. They had made no attempt to stop me looking after their finances; perhaps they considered me broken? Suddenly my experiences on the roof came back to me and I sat down heavily. Don't look for her. Don't. You know what will happen, the thought came again and again.

I threw the apple core across the room and held my head in my hands squeezing my temples. Just then...

The young computer guy - which machine did he use? More time he wanted...

I moved across and began searching the programs, finding the most recently installed - and finding that it was still there. I set it
running and looked at the archive. A GPS position of the location of the phone Sandy used, linked to maps, which were also still in the memory. I remembered Vernon's instructions to her about getting off the train but now I knew the station she'd been picked up at. There, too was the phone number of those they told to pick her up and GPS data for it. Yes, they obviously thought I was completely cowed and possible illiterate of computers other than for finance.

I plugged the data for that phone into maps and found their
destination. Of course. The Ceremony. Now where was she though? What had been done there?

I had to find her. What to do next?

Mr Albury.

Madame Lian provided Sandy with a demure buiness suit for her ride with me to her new home and I enjoyed watching her dress. Turning to Lian I hugged her. "You've done me proud again," I said as I held her close.

She patted my back and smiled.

"Sandy, come along," I snapped my fingers behind me as if to a dog and walked outside to the Lexus, unlocking it automatically. Dareen stood close by in case my goods decided they didn't want to accompany me. I held the passenger door open for her, gave Lian one last peck on the cheek and we set off.

The drive wasn't long, a climb into the hills where the wealthy
Victorians retreated and built their villas and imitation stately
homes. This one though, was now rather more secure than in the
nineteenth century.

Albury Villa, the brass plate on the electronically controlled fence
announced. The razor wire atop the fencing was discrete but adequate for protecting my property from those who tried to get in and those who misguidedly tried to get out. "So messy, the last time that happened; but that was long ago," I told her. I pointed out the security cameras to Sandy, told her about the dogs in the grounds and the guards. "All to keep you nice and safe," I patted her thigh. She knew it was a prison.

We drove up the long drive, the autumn sunlight filtering into the
windscreen. The house wasn't busy, no parties were scheduled nor individual visits for that evening so I had commanded Jane, an experienced slave to be Sandy's mentor for the evening.

I killed the engine and looked over to Sandy as she sat hunched in the car. "Get out, go into the hall. You'll find a scantily clad young woman awaiting your arrival. She will take you to the changing rooms and explain about your quarters and the sorts of things expected of you here. Feel free to speak openly among your fellow slaves. I find it helps if you think you have a chance to combine and escape. You see no one ever has or ever will, but, as they say, Hope was the last thing out of Pandora's box after the horrors that were released. At least you have hope."

I got out of the car, whistling tunelessly and climbed the steps two at a time.

 

[sandmartin]

Again that awful hollow feeling spread through my stomach, rising up to constrict my chest. Why me? Why should I present a challenge – I had done everything they demanded of me no matter how unsavoury that had seemed. All I had done was try to remain detached, how on earth did that make me a challenge? I watched him peel off five twenty pound notes from his wallet and pass them to Beth, what I could do with a hundred pounds and an open door right now.

Since losing my clothes and possessions, which included the bank card Xavier had given me, I had become more of a prisoner than I had ever been with Xavier. I rued the day that I had ever been stupid enough to indulge in Xavier’s little game. But what had happened to him? I had expected to be taken to Xavier, at least to see him after giving myself up – was he dead, or spinning another web of deceit for another unsuspecting girl?

Mr Albury slipped an arm around my waist, his hand resting on my naked hip as he propelled me across the room. "I just wanted to feel that seductive little sway of your hips," He said before turning into me kissing my ear. "Wait here while I conclude business with Madame Lian."

They all trooped out, Beth included. Her eyes conveyed sorrow when they briefly mine, then Beth was gone and I was left alone in the room while money was exchanged and my fate was sealed. Though I had no idea what that fate might be. It was as much a mystery to me as the reason why Mr Albury should ask another to try out his potential slaves for him. I had little time to consider this before Lian entered with clothes.

They both watched me dress, which added to my discomfort, but once clothed I felt more like a human being again. The transformation was not merely physical. Emotionally I felt less vulnerable and much stronger inside. It were as though clothing became an armour of a sort. It smoothed out all the bumpy bits and gave you secrets again, despite the fact that Mr Albury had seen all of my secrets.

Lian patted me fondly on the back as we prepared to leave and there were tears in my eyes at our parting. Strange as it must seem that I should shed a tear for a woman who had effectively taken money in exchange for my person; the truth was that Lian was one of the very few people I had encountered throughout my ordeal who had shown any kindness toward me, little as it was. She had made few demands of me and had not once harmed me, but spoken to me kindly.

Mr Albury called me, snapping his finger’s as though I were a dog he summoned, and I duly obeyed, climbing in the car beside him.

I knew nothing of where he was taking me, or what awaited me when we arrived. Although I was confident that it would involve more nudity and that the purse between my legs would be considered with far more value than any purse of gold.

I paid little attention when we arrived at some remote estate where the electronic gates open to admit us and Mr Albury boasted of his elaborate security measures. He stopped the car on the gravel driveway outside of the large house.
"Go into the hall and you’ll find a scantily clad young woman waiting for you. She’ll take you to the changing rooms and explain about your quarters and the sorts of things expected of you here…”

He climbed from the car whistling some monotone tune and walked toward the house. I stood and watched him walk away without a care in the world. For several moments I seriously considered the possibility of escape. I was clothed, a rare luxury of late. Common sense told me that trouble would only come from it, and he was obviously confident enough in my failure to not consider it necessary to escort me inside.

I walked nonchalantly across to the small side door he had indicated. I knocked and when nobody answered I tried the handle and entered. A brief, bright corridor greeted me from which there were three doors. I tried the first door I came to on my right and immediately found myself in a large hall. A solitary female figure was walking across the hall towards me…

 

[chris2c4u]

Diane.

"My name is Diane, and you're?" I said, holding out my hand with a smile. The contrast between our skins, mine black as ebony hers a pale translucent white, was stark. "Welcome Sandy," I said, rolling my eyes at the word welcome. "Come on, let me show you around a bit. Oh, you'll have to strip. Sorry. Leave the clothes here." I leaned against the wall as she disrobed and I told her that she like most of us would be naked all the time unless told to wear a costume for a guest or a party.

"I'm allowed to wear this marvellous concoction today," I stood and pointed resignedly to the skimpy almost string like bikini, "God knows why, I think he just likes to mess around with me the perv. Albury?" We both nodded.

When she was ready I led her through to the large games room. "We're getting it ready for the event tomorrow - we'll start off in some clothes would you believe? Well, togas and such. Roman orgy theme."

I explained Albury's rule that slaves might talk freely but they must not have sexual relations with each other unless they were ordered to and on display. Friendship was OK, just nothing physical.

In the games room several other slaves were busy cleaning and scrubbing the surfaces, ensuring everything was readied for the festivities. A large imitation mosaic floor was being put into place by two muscular young men, both naked as were the others. I took Sandy round, making introductions, letting her know how friendly the others were. We had to stick together, all in the same mess.

We passed through to kitchens where others were preparing food for us. "Oh yes, we have the high life, eat what we like, plenty of time to ourselves. There's a library, TV." I gave her a quick hug around the shoulders as we walked. "Doesn't make up for being locked up I know. As well as... you know about what's expected of us?"

I listened to her tale of abuse with my mouth progressively hanging open wider and wider in disbelief. I shook my head and hugged her again. "I don't know what to say," I muttered and finished lamely, "it's no worse here if that's a consolation!" We looked at each other and both laughed, the surreal humour of our situation coming to our rescue for a moment.

I took her to the quarters where we slept in one common room but in individual beds, showing Sandy hers.

"Now, we'd better get to work on this bloody Roman palace, come on."

****
Xavier.

"Hello sweety." Yvonne stood in my doorway a broad smile on her face. At least she was alone; no Vernon, no goons so probably minimum pain for me. She came close, the sequined front of her thin top pressed against my shirt as she kissed me and then pulled her head back quickly, stroking my cheek. "How cold, not pleased to see me?" Her hand went to my crotch and roughly squeezed until I gasped. She walked past me into the flat, sitting languidly on the leather sofa, patting the seat beside her. Obnediently I walked over and sat.

"You may look at me," she said and I raised my eyes. "I regret it that you didn't manage to pass the test this time to become one of us. There may be a future opportunity, which is why we haven't yet gone all the way in breaking you. You would like another chance?"

I nodded quickly, breathing, "thank you."

She smiled. "Of course if you fail again..." she shrugged. "Well, it won't come to that will it?"

"No," I said and smiled.

She turned and drew up her knees on the sofa and chatted, telling in in detail about how Umberto had been broken. "It's sooo difficult to get him to even come out of his room at the moment," she giggled.

I daren't signal my interest in Sandy by asking what had happened to her afterwards but I did reach forward and slid my hand along the back of the sofa to touch her fingertips. She didn't stop me; I knew she had come here to go to bed with me, knew that we had a chemistry there and she craved it still. She moved sinuously forward across the leather, her skirt riding up. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her on top of me...

Afterwards, as she dozed beside me naked on the sofa, I reached down to the shoulder bag she had worn. The diary opened to this week. I smiled at her none to subtle code. Delivery to China. The same day as the Ceremony. I turned and stroked the curve of Yvonne's hip, feeling her snuggle closer as I kissed her neck.

 

[sandmartin]

Dianne. I looked at her dark friendly face with mixed emotions. Was it really true that she was another slave – or was it all some elaborate hoax?
“Sandy.” I answered.
"Welcome Sandy," I said, rolling my eyes at the word welcome.

I decided I liked her as I removed my clothes. Nudity was still something I was adjusting to, although it was becoming less painful. Even so, I shrank back as she led me into a room where other ‘slaves’, all naked, were making preparations, moving furniture around etc. None of them seemed particularly interested in the ‘new girl’, but the sight of them, male and female, all mucking in together, naked, took me back.

Dianne introduced me to a few of the others. Everyone seemed friendly enough, one man a little too friendly as he stared shamelessly at my breasts, his eyes bouncing between my breasts and my shaven mound. This made me feel kind of crawly all over. I was use to men stealing sneaky peeks at me while fully clothed, but even then they quickly averted their eyes if they thought you had caught them. This guy made no attempt to look away even when I stared directly back at him.

Dianne led me through the kitchens where more naked bodies were employed. At least they had the benefit of aprons to protect them. As we walked, I began to open up and tell her of what I had been through. She was genuinely shocked by my tale.

We shared a couple of jokes which helped to break the ice and made me feel a little more comfortable if that was at all possible. Dianne showed me to the dormitory and explained the sleeping arrangements before we went down to help the others preparing for tomorrows party. I was curious to know about the party and what exactly that meant for us. Dianne was guarded in her answers and I let the subject drop, realising that she was not going to reveal too much.

 

[chris2c4u]

The following afternoon as guests began to arrive Albury called Sandy to him. "I will prepare you myself as it’s your first time," he said, telling her to lie on the massage table in his office. She smelt the oils and felt them dribble onto her from a bottle held above her back. Then his fingers, surprisingly strong for a small man, kneaded them into her flesh and her muscles. As he worked, he spoke.

"You are a slave, you will take part in a Roman dinner party. You
will serve the guests with food and drink and you may partake of
these same when instructed by guests. The feasting will involve you and the other slaves and guests in intense sexual activity of all sorts. It is often best to come to such events fortified by alcohol, though you must not be incapable of performing your duties or you will find that your abuse continues despite your physical state. Turn over."

She lay on her back while he began to work another drizzling of the oils into her flesh, clearly enjoying the feel and look of her nudity under his hands. "Any questions?"

After the oils had dried on her he took a paste and applied it to her navel which held the large ruby like jewel he pressed onto her tummy. In her hair he scattered glittery powder that stuck there and on her shoulders. He slid a metal armlet up her right forearm in the shape of a green coiled snake while silver bracelets decorated with a filigree pattern were placed on each wrist. An anklet of gold adorned her left leg and he completed his bedecking of her with a necklace of glass beads of different colours. He handed her two earrings of flattened gold hoops with pearls to put on herself.

After this he provided her with a caricature of a toga that was short and fitted her loosely but still ensured she was exposed easily by a light touch. He offered her wine to prepare her for the ordeals to come.

"Now, go to Jane who will explain your other duties," he smiled. "I have to prepare to be a senator at the party so I will watch your performance with care." Turning away from her, Sandy assumed she was dismissed.

The room they had been working on the day before was now beginning to fill with people in various types of antique dress. Some of them were already eating and drinking. Music was being played in the background and Sandy looked nervously around for a familiar face.

Jane was wearing a scarlet mid-thigh robe with green flashes
diagonally across her chest where it was held by a brooch of
aquamarine to highlight her full breasts. Two rings of gold were
tight around her neck. She smiled wanly at Sandy and squeezed her arm briefly before telling her to take a silver platter of freshly cooked meats around the tables and offer it to all.

A fire roared on the hearth, and slaves, their heads bowed, hurried to serve guests who ogled them. She soon knew they did more as she felt hands slide up her thighs as she passed reclining figures.

From a dim corner came the sounds of a lute and the beat of a
drum. Laughter and a hubbub of voices almost drowned the sound From everywhere came shouts for meat and drink and the call for more slaves to entertain the orgiastic group.

The atmosphere grew more charged and Sandy became fearful as she watched a very fragile and pale-haired slave woman set upon a table and told to dance. As she did her breasts bounced, her face flushed, her platinum hair flying in curls about her shoulders as the reclining figures laughed and clapped.

In a corner of the room, a beautiful male slave, his long black curls to his shoulders sat with legs apart on the lap of a Senator kissing him as the Senator played with the slave's erection. The slave sat still and seemingly terrified as the Senator pinched the slave's thigh and bottom, making him flinch, continuing his ministrations of his penis.

"You there, slave," a voice shouted and she looked around, seeing a woman's hand waving at her from a huddle of guests. "You're going to race her," the woman who had called Sandy over nodded to another cowed female slave. "This is your track -" she pointed at a curved space looping around the central figures who smirked at her lasciviously. "But you don't run." She produced two oranges. "You each push one of these with your faces while on your haunches."

Roughly they were set down and then the final obstable as their hands were tied behind their backs. "Ready? Off you go."

Sandy began to push the orange, frustrated as it rolled away and she had to scuttle after it and bring it back on track. Slowly,
painfully, with many stops (rewarded by cracks on her behind to
encourage her to move) she realised she had lost the race. As her bonds were cut free she listened and watched.

"For the winner, a cup of ale," said a young man. Turning the winning slave on her back, a flagon was picked up and
emptied across her sex the feel of it making her squirm and the
guests, both men and women, bent to lap and suck the liquid from the wet hair of her pubis. Suddenly she was hoisted upwards by her ankles making her scream as a muscular Roman was helped to fill her pussy with wine,sucking it out as she moaned and sobbed.

"For the loser...Who will be the first?" Sandy knew what the young man meant and went cold. Bodies closed in around her and she whimpered and tried to cower but hands lifted her, wrapped her legs around the waist of a guest, his toga hitched up showing his distended erection. His dark eyes gleamed as his cock plunged into Sandy, opening her quickly, painfully before his cock quickly erupted its hot cum into her.

More followed him until she was placed on her knees on the table
amidst discarded food. Mouths suckled her nipples, her breasts lifted and squeezed. Suddenly she couldn't help pressing herself against the mouths that suckled her as she felt the cum drip down her thighs.

As her breasts were slapped and suckled another man filled her mouth with his large cock, which she suckled gasping for breath, gasping at the feelings in her breasts, her mouth, her sex...She sobbed as she lost all track of time, all hope in this utter degredation.

 

[sandmartin]

Jane, another slave, came searching for me. Mr Albury wanted to see me and I was to report to him immediately. I made my way through the house, managing to get myself lost once, before I arrived at his office slightly out of breath.
“As this is your first time I will prepare you myself. Lay yourself on the table.”

I climbed on top of the massage table, uncertain of what he was intending, and lay myself face down. He poured some oil in between my shoulders and I felt it course down my spine to the small of my back. Then his strong hands started smoothing the oil across my skin as he kneaded my flesh.

His hands worked expertly over my shoulders, down my back to the big pliant mounds of my buttocks. He worked more oil into my thighs and legs, as he worked, he talked, telling me what was expected of me. My stomach knotted as dread filled me, though he seemed not to notice my apprehension as he continued to massage me.

He bid me to turn over and I complied, watching his eyes rove over my naked body beneath him. Again he worked the oil into my flesh, denying me any dignity as he kneaded my breasts and smoothed more oil along my inner thighs and over my shaven sex.
“Any questions?” He asked at length.

There were hundreds, but none that I dared ask. Perhaps it was better to remain ignorant. He patted the excess oil dry with a clean towel, paying particular attention between my legs. I watched him apply a paste of sorts to my navel before inserting a glass ruby like jewel and pressing it firmly in place. I was then told to stand, climbing off the table I watched him work, adorning me with an armlet, silver bracelets, an anklet and a necklace. Glitter was sprinkled in my hair and over my shoulders and he gave me a pair of earrings to put on.

Lastly he gave me the smallest excuse for a toga that I have ever seen in my life. When I had managed to put this meagre piece of cloth on, so that it offered some slight degree of modesty, he offered me a goblet of wine. Taking his advice, I drank greedily, hoping that the alcohol would dull the nerves. I didn’t want to be drunk, just a little less highly strung.

I was dismissed and sent to find Jane who would instruct me further. The hall was quickly filling with guests and I was set the task of taking cooked meats to Mr Albury’s guests.

My apprehension grew as I travelled the room offering the platter of meats, trying desperately to ignore the hands that slipped easily under the high hem line of my toga, hands that squeezed, fingers that pinched or probed rudely. The wine it seemed had made little impact on my state of anxiety. Everywhere I looked slaves were being openly molested or made sport of in one form or another. And then a voice shouted to me, beckoning me across to a group of guests.
“You’re going to race her.” A woman told me, pointing across to a very slim girl. Our eyes met, she looked frightened and that gave rise to yet more of my own consternation. I can run I thought, and so could she probably, but could I out run her?

Then the rules were explained to me and my fear rose higher still. Perhaps I looked as though I was about to run, make a bolt for the door or something because rough hands seized me, grasping my arms and pressing them behind my back. My hands were bound behind me and then someone pushed their knees into the back of my knees and my legs folded under me, dumping me unceremoniously onto my knees before the laughing huddle of people.

A hand knotted cruelly in my hair and as I was pushed forward, my entire body weight born by my hair as I was lowered to the floor and the orange the woman placed before me. My hair tore at the roots, I sobbed loudly, which only elicited a ripple of laughter from the gathered crowd.

My backside rose high in the air as I bent my face to the orange. I felt my toga ride high over my hips and gather at the small of my back, revealing all to those who watched. I cried with frustration as the orange rolled off the track and I had to push it back with my nose. Hands slapped at my naked rump, laughing gleefully as I struggled with the wayward orange. Someone even slapped the top of my thigh, their fingers catching against my sex. I lunged forward away from the slap and plunged face first on the floor at their feet to yet more shriek’s of laughter.

I lay on the floor miserably as the slim young girl was declared the winner. I was lifted onto my feet and my hands freed. The winning girl found herself tipped onto a table, face up as I mug of beer was emptied over her exposed crotch. Hands pulled her toga off while others restrained her on the table. Faces buried themselves between the girls legs, slurping noisily on the spilt beer.

Terrified and held firmly by strong hands, I watched as she was suddenly pulled off the table by her feet and suspended upside down. She screamed, her hands trying desperately to support herself as her legs were held fast and then parted. A man, spilling wine everywhere, up ended a bottle and shoved the open bottle neck into her vagina, shaking the bottle vigorously to empty the contents of wine inside her.

The poor girl hung upside down, her legs opened to an impossible angle as they took turns at drinking the wine from her pussy. She hung helplessly, sobbing and moaning as they refilled her vagina and continued with their sport until the bottle was empty.

I started sobbing, shaking my head as they turned their gaze to me. My toga was stripped from me and I was lifted across a table sending plates and cups flying in all directions. My arms were folded outward and pinned down to the table as they parted my legs, though I tried to fight them, and as I looked down myself sobbing I saw one of them step between my thighs as he raised his toga to display his erect manhood. My body buckled and I gasped as he brutally thrust himself into me, thrusting himself up to the hilt as he grinned wickedly at me. One or two of the women shrieked with laughter at my plight as I cried out.

All around me were smiling faces, hands pawing at me, toying crudely with my clit as his seed erupted inside me. A head bowed to my breast, teeth seeking my nipple and bit. I screamed and another man entered me to a chorus of cheers. He thrust into me ruthlessly, pushing me and the table several inches across the floor until he too emptied himself inside me and another took his place.

After several men had taken me I heard one of them say he wanted me kneeling on the table. Without a moment’s hesitation the gathered huddle twisted me over, my knees were forced up under me. He pushed his way into me and then started slapping my naked buttocks as he used me. I saw a woman’s hand reach under me, grasping my breast. She twisted it maliciously, causing me to arch up as I cried out, my arms held in vice like grips to stop me wrenching her hand from me. As I arched up, someone shoved their head under me and started suckling my breast.

The woman’s hand disappeared and another mouth sort out my injured breast. Another man was standing behind me, pumping away at my sex. And then suddenly, horribly, I became aware of my nipples hardening, responding to the attention as without thinking I began to press myself against the lips. A large cock waved before me, seeking my mouth. I allowed him to enter as the spent man behind me withdrew. A cold trickle of slim ran down my thighs as he withdrew, but it didn’t deter yet another cock from entering me.

I felt like the infamous ‘push-me-pull-you’ from Doctor Dolittle. As the cock behind pushed into me, I was thrust onto the cock in my mouth and so it went on. They turned me over again, women masturbated men, directing their cum onto my face, mouths suckled on my naked and engorged nipples. Fingers prised at my shaven sex, cocks pushed into my mouth and pussy until at last they were done.

I lay exhausted on the table as the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving me red breasted and sore, and worse still, covered in the filthy, slimy residue of their abuse. I sat up, feeling everyone’s eyes on me, not knowing what to do. Diane came to me…
“Mr Albury told me to tell you to go and shower, get dressed and report back to him.”

Gathering up my toga, I walked with the crumpled toga in my hand, not wanting to get the sticky mess on it as I should have to wear it after, through the hall full of smiling and laughing faces that watched my passage. At that moment I hated them and what they had done to me, what they had made me, more than anything. For a fleeting moment I hoped Xavier was dead, and deservedly so for what he had tricked me into. But then, as I left the hall and found myself alone, I regretted that wish as the tears poured down my face. I sincerely hoped he was all right and that the sacrifice I had made in surrendering myself had spared his life.

 

[chris2c4u]

Mr Albury.

I waited in shirtsleeves and smiled at Sandy's crestfallen face. "You did well," I said patting her rather sore behind and walking close, my hand round her waist.

"Myself I'm not too big on Roman stuff. My associates can deal with things in there. I'd like you to meet some friends of mine."

I led her away from the noise of the orgy into a small, smoky room where three men sat around a table playing poker. "Gentlemen, my latest acquisition, Sandy." Three pairs of eyes drilled into her as I asked her to turn around, on display, while I took his place at the table and then told her to stand by me. I stroked her bottom. "Come and be my lucky charm," I said.

We played a couple of hands before I said, "I think I'll raise the stakes. Winner of the next hand gets Sandy; she'll do anything they want. I'll sit this one out."

The three remaining men made affirmative noises and the cards were dealt. The hand was long; everyone wanted to win. In the end Jake, a tall thin man with permed dark hair leaned back at the table and gave her a big smile. "Looks like you're mine," he said.

Xavier.

I sipped my tea and smiled at Madam Lian. She understood that this time I was just looking and was interested in purchasing a female who had some spirit. It was fortunate that I hadn't accompanied Yvonne on trips here before so she didn't know me. She nodded non-commitally, asking if this was my first slave.

"My first unwilling one, yes. I have had collared subs before but they're much too - obedient. Nice."

She smiled more broadly; I thought I had put her at her ease.

"Do you have anyone here who I might be interested in?" I had given her my preferences in looks but didn't describe Sandy exactly.

"There are several," she said and concluded, finally opening up a little, "what a pity you missed quite a fiery little thing just the other day."

I looked disappointed hoping she would continue. "However, we have many more you can inspect. Indeed, should you wish to have a girl perform for you, that can easily be arranged."

I said that would be most kind of her and she offered to show me them around the house. As we walked I asked generally about her business, including about where slaves most often went.

"There's just no set pattern," she said opening the door on a tall brunette, naked, applying make up in her room. With each girl she asked them to stand and walk to us. In several cases I reached out to touch, asked them questions, hoping I was putting on a good enough act.

At the end I chose a petite red head, Helen and was re-admitted to her room where she sat on her bed, curling the sheet in her fingers. I asked her how long she had been there and what she used to do before enslavement. I moved closer and she flinched fearfully. Bending close I kissed her ear and whispered, "I am going to buy you if you can help me. Don't speak, play along," I caressed her small breast, "and in a few days you'll be free." i felt her hold her breath for a moment and then conclude that this was another mind game as her hands mechanically stroked my back.

I began to strip, almost certain there were cameras and microphones, making me careful. Helen lay back on the bed and shook her red curls over her shoulders, sitting up on her forearms watching me disrobe. I lay next to her and once again drew close enough to whisper as I stroked her body.

"Who was the last person to come here to buy someone?"

She turned and bit my neck; after lapping my ear she hissed, "Albury."

I smiled at her and we mechanically made love. She was so excited at the thought I might be telling the truth she climaxed and I followed shortly after.

A short while later and I had concluded my purchase, saying I was so pleased with her that I didn't want to wait. She was given a business suit and Lian waved us off at the door as I drove away in the rented car. Helen sobbed when I stopped and let her phone her mother. I warned her not to call the police and gave her more than enough money to get by for a while. After dropping her off I made for the vicinity of Albury's Villa, getting my hand held PC out to check the details of his next soiree.

 

[sandmartin]

Mr Albury was waiting at the foot of the stairs when I came down. How long he had been there I had no idea, but it was with some relief that I found he wasn’t angry that I had taken so long.
"You did well." He told me, patting my bottom before looping his arm around my waist. "I'm not too big on Roman stuff. My associates can deal with things in there. I'd like you to meet some friends of mine."

My first reaction was one of enormous relief. The idea of returning to the hall to face yet more humiliation and degradation was extremely intolerable and I was reluctant to return. However, faced now with meeting some of his ‘friends’ filled me with trepidation.

He guided me through the house, his hand resting casually on my buttock as we walked. Even I could feel the fabric of my toga slip from side to side in gentle rhythm beneath his hand as we travelled. At another time, under different circumstances, I might have found the experience sexy as we strolled like lovers. Only here I was not a lover, I was a toy, a sexual toy at that.

We entered a smoky room where three men looked up from the table where they played cards. "Gentlemen… my latest acquisition – Sandy."

I didn’t know where to look as the three of them stared at me with wolfish interest. In their minds, I knew, they were looking straight through the meagre wrappings of my toga as though it were invisible. I shifted uncomfortably, impulsively folding my arm across myself in defence.
“Turn around Sandra, and let them admire your beauty.”

Reluctantly I turned myself before the men, know that they would all see the short hem line and the base of my buttocks protruding beneath. Did it really matter, I told myself, soon enough they will all be ogling me as I am told to uncover myself.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t told to undress. Instead Mr Albury drew a chair up to the table and told me to stand beside him. I flushed brightly as his hand slid up my thigh and cupped my buttock while I stood before the gathered men.

My embarrassment waned as they turned their attention to their cards and Mr Albury continued to stroke my behind. As the time passed and I stood impassively beside him, I dared to hope that I would be spared any further humiliation; that maybe I was nothing more that a mild distraction from an otherwise serious game of cards. I began to take an interest in the game, amazed at the amount of money these men were prepared to flitter away on a few simple cards.

At the end of one hand in which thousands of pounds had been bet and lost, as the cards were gathered up and shuffled into a full deck, Mr Albury suddenly announced…
"I think I'll raise the stakes. Winner of the next hand gets Sandy; she'll do anything they want. I'll sit this one out." Shocked, I stared back at each of the men as they looked at me with smiles breaking on their faces. “Sandy – remove your toga so they can see exactly what the stakes are.”

Biting back the tears that were filling my eyes to blur my vision, I peeled off the toga to stand naked before the table.
“Nice tits!” One them chortled.
Dear God, why did they have to air such thoughts out loud?
“She shaven!”
My stomach did several flip-flops and then contracted.
“Turn around darling and show us your ass-ets.”

That was it, I thought, meekly turning before them, to them I amount to just three physical things… boob’s, pussy and bum! So long as all three were present and in some pleasing shape, the rest didn’t matter. If I ever get out of this, I thought, I’m going to make myself into the ugliest cow imaginable so no man ever looks at me again and thinks – ‘Wow! I wouldn’t mind her!’

The game lasted an eternity, or it seemed to, and for it’s duration I was forgotten, apart from Mr Albury’s hand absentmindedly caressing my bottom. I was so conscious of every little twitch of his fingers as his hand rested for a while, then moved gently, his fingers tracing the central crease down to the base of my behind, closing about me and staying there for a while, and then slowly moving up over the swell of my backside to repeat the cycle.

At length a tall wily looking man cheered out loud, staring down at the cards on the table almost as if to assure himself that he had won. He sat back in his chair and looked straight across the table at me.
“Looks like you’re mine.” He beamed.

 

[chris2c4u]

Xavier

"Our next next event is in two days; a medieval banquet. There is some space available; you have the password?"

I checked my PC again.

"Eskimo," I said, quietly.

"Very good," the refined female voice cooed. "You'll get a text message with directions in the next hour. We look forward to seeing you. Should you require costume for the occasion - which is compulsory - you may chose from our selection if you don't have your own. Do you have any special requirements with regards to the slaves?"

"No, nothing. They are all available to everyone at the event?"

"Yes sir, that's correct. You'll be given a set of our rules to read before we start as you know. See you in a couple of days."

That was it. Now, I had to get back to the flat to begin preparations there; all I could do was wait and plan the escape.

 

[sandmartin]

I glanced nervously around the table at the four men, my eyes lingering on Mr Albury, pleadingly. He ignored me, in fact he had an air about him that suggested anger, perhaps I was over stepping the mark.
“Come on then you little tart – my usual room is it Albury?”

Mr Albury nodded his head as I was grasped by the wrist and pulled toward the door.
“And behaviour yourself.” I sensed the warning tone in Mr Albury’s voice, the raised eyebrow of caution gave rise to my anxiety as I was yanked out of the door.

I practically had to run to keep up with him as he dragged me along the hall and up a flight of stairs. He opened a door and wheeling me by the wrist, thrust me inside.
“Now get on the bed and let’s ‘ave a proper look at you.”

Frightened I lay myself down on the bed. His tone was hostile and filled with menace. I knew instantly that he would not stand for any messing about. Grudgingly I lay back and parted my thighs.
“Not like that – open them up properly.”

He was all ready pulling his clothes off as I shuffled my feet apart further for him.
“Properly.” He shouted. “Get them knees up and spread ‘em.”

I raised my knees up to my chest and let them fall open as I cupped my hands behind my knees for support. He was shoving his underpants down his legs as he looked at me.
“That’s better.” He came across and knelt on the bed alongside my hip.

With one hand he opened the lips of my labia, his other hand suddenly stabbed down, plunging fingers – two, maybe three – into me. I arched my back, biting my lip to stifle the cry as he worked his fingers in and out of me.

He withdrew his moist fingers, made a big display of smelling them and then reached across me to press them to my lips, forcing them into my mouth.
“You like that don’t you?”
I didn’t reply as I sucked on his fingers.
“Shall I get another girl in here so you can lick her pussy?” He pulled his fingers out of my mouth.
“No.” I whispered.
“Ha! Want me all for yourself do you?” He shoved his fingers back inside me again, using his thumb to press hard against my clit, grinding down on it painfully as he roughly rammed his fingers in and out of me.
“Tough little bitch ain’t ya.” Pressing his thumb down extra hard so the breath caught in my throat. “Hot too I’ll bet. Where’d you want it – in y’pussy, up the ass or d’you want to suck me dry?”

I made no attempt to answer him. Concentrating all my effort on not crying out as he crudely abused my sex. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and slapped me hard between the legs. My feet shot down the bed as my hands raced down to cup my injured privates, air escaping me in a big whoosh as I rolled on the bed away from him and balled myself up.
“I asked you a question bitch!” His hand slammed into my naked backside, his other hand grasping me by the shoulder, preventing me from escaping him.

He hit me again, slapping me hard across the backside, before spinning me back over onto my back. Tears blurred my vision as I was pinned down on the bed beneath him.
“Now where do you want it?”
“I-in the p-ussy.” I fought back the quaver in my voice. My breast suddenly exploded in a ball of pain.
“Pleaseee!”
“Please.” I gasped, tears spilling from my eyes.
“Please what?” He shouted, his next blow missing my second breast to catch my arm.
“Please will you fuck me in the pussy.” I answered quickly.
“Well get your legs open then.”

I shuffled my legs apart, terrified that he would hit me again as I stretched my feet apart. He clambered on top of me and laid himself down, adjusting himself ready for what I already knew would happen; the moment when he would ram himself into me at maximum thrust. It passed, as I knew it would, the impact nowhere near as great as I had expected, possibly because of the pain he had all ready subjected me too.

His hands grasped my wrists, pinning them down on the pillow on either side of my head. His face muzzled my neck, his tongue probing my ear while his slim hips thrust hard into me. As he moved his face to mine I could smell the stale tobacco and whisky on his breath. His lips ground into mine while I lay back with responding. All I wanted was for him to get on with it; to get it over with so I could get out of the room and escape him.

It wasn’t working, I could tell he was never going to reach his climatic goal like this, but I didn’t know what to do, how to make him finish. Suddenly he rolled off me to stand over me at the side of the bed, his erection rapidly shrinking.
“Fucking you is like fucking a corpse.” He roared. “Roll over – go on, turn yourself over.”

Turning on the bed I lay myself out flat, petrified of what he might do – like force himself up my back passage. I turned my head to watch him as he moved across the room, half lifting myself off the bed as I saw him pull the belt out of his trousers.
“Lie down!” He shouted at me, “You so much as move a muscle and I’ll beat you senseless you bitch.”

Terrified out of my wits I lay back and watched him approach, coiling the belt around his wrist. He was getting hard again. And then I saw the belt arc through the air. Unbelievable pain shot through my buttocks, my pelvis slamming down into the mattress as my back arched upwards. I screamed. Before I could get off the bed, he hit me again, his free hand pushing back against my shoulders.

I screamed, louder. Again he hit me, screeching I managed to wriggle out of his grip and off the bed. He was between me and the door.
“Come back here you bitch.” He shouted.
“Please – don’t hit me again. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hit me.”

He made to rush me around the end of the bed, I jumped up on the bed. Too late did I realise his feint. He grabbed my arm, throwing me to the floor. Before I could recover he was on top of me, spinning me over onto my back, his fingers cruelly jamming into my sex, pinching my clitoris and squeezing hard, his other hand around my throat.

My eyes widened as he closed off my air supply, my fingers raking his bare flesh, and then the door burst open. Two big burly men cannoned into him, knocking him from me. Mr Albury stood in the doorway as I lay sobbing on the floor.
“Are you all right Sandra?” He asked, not even looking at me. I followed his gaze to the naked man suspended between the two henchmen.

Slowly I rose to my feet, not knowing where to massage next, but for the sake of dignity, my hand chose my neck, whilst I tried to conceal myself behind the other.
“You are not welcome here anymore.” Mr Albury said.
“But she… WHOOPH!” One of the men hit him in the stomach.
“Quiet when Mr Albury is speaking.”
“You have been warned repeatedly about your conduct with the girls. If I ever see you again, you will not live to regret it.” He nodded his head toward the door and his henchmen dragged him toward it.
“Excuse me.” I sobbed, and everyone stopped, turning to look at me.

I don’t know where I found the courage from, I took one step toward him and then swiftly brought my knee up sharply into his groin, feeling the soft tissue compress under my knee. The result was startling, he literally doubled up, suspended between the two men his knees curled up to his chest. Tears in his eyes, his hands waved in the air helplessly, vocal communication deserted him for a few seconds, and then the sound came, a horrible mewling sound that was like the music of justice to my ears.

Sniggering the two men dragged him naked and wailing from the room. Mr Albury turned to me. “I’m sorry about that Sandra, I thought after the last time he had learned his lesson. Obviously I was wrong. Take the rest of the afternoon off, get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning fully recovered I hope.” He turned to leave, before turning back. “I will over look what you just did, but don’t do it again. No matter what the provocation. You are a slave here and slaves are not permitted to hit my guests – understand?”

I nodded my head and followed him from the room feeling sore and abused. I would live, and what’s more, I would not have to face any more advances that day and for the third time that day I found myself crying.