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Life Sentence Ch. 01

By: MVPrimetime



Four times a year The Committee arranges a Meeting. It is always somewhere out of the way, but near enough to an international airport. Attendance is by invitation only, and to be invited for the first time you have to be nominated and vouched for by two established regular guests, and vetted by very thorough private security agents.

Those who do get invited are often informally referred to as Gentlemen and Players. Players are professional traders. Gentlemen are end users, who may occasionally swap or trade among themselves, or pass items on to the wider Trade, but generally do not source merchandise directly and almost never in bulk. 

The Meetings themselves are usually organized in premises suitable for Players' areas and the Gentlemen's Club. Of course Players may relax in the club, and do business there, but only the highest quality merchandise and individual trades are brought to the quiet, six star world of the Gentlemen. Bulk sales and less precious and rare items are traded in the bustle of the Players bourse, which some Gentlemen choose to visit, bargain hunting, or disposing of old stock, or just enjoying the sights and smells and sounds of a busy market.

It goes without saying that all this is done in secret. All deals are on trust, one's word is one's bond. Cases of cash do change hands, but more often it is a business card with nothing but a bank account number and a note of an amount. Everyone knows what will happen if that trust or secrecy is broken. At the very least the person will never receive another Invitation. At worst...

There is a third class of attendee at Meetings. I was one of those. I 'represented' a Gentleman. Reps were not uncommon, since anonymity was often desired, and we were treated by the Club staff almost as well as the billionaires who we stood in for would have been, but we had a different status with the Players. They understood that we might occasionally enjoy the goods, but that we were buying with a less passionate commitment. More business and less emotion, so Reps did not take it personally if they failed to win an auction. 

So there I was, in the Club foyer, sharing a bottle of Cristal with an Italian motor manufacturing heir, when one of the Players stopped to say hello as he was passing. "James old man," he drawled in an entirely authentic Etonian accent "I just saw one of your old castoffs in the bargain bin."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Down at Trader Nick's, I spotted your marks, among several others. Looks like an old model, that or she has been driven hard, but definitely got the trefoil. Thought you might like to know, maybe check her out, if you are nostalgic. Or maybe not - always sad to see them after all the wear and tear."

I thanked him for letting me know, but made no plan to go and look. My employer would not be interested in second hand goods that he had already sold off once, and I was busy with plenty of new items to inspect.

However, two days later I remembered the conversation when I happened to glance at an auction in progress in the main market, and saw it was Nikolas Oleavich at the lecturn, and there on display was lot 43, complete with trefoil and half a dozen other trade marks.

At first I did not recognise her. Then it clicked. I even knew her name. She had been on holiday from England at the Jamaica Beach Club. The boss had picked her out, romanced her, seduced her, then shared her with his friends, had her tatooed, passed her to me to pimp out for him with his high roller client's and then six months to the day from when he first took her virginity, he sent her with me to a Meeting. I had passed her on in a private sale in the Club. And there on her ankle was the black flower mark of Hollywood Joe.

Where had she been since, I wondered, and what had happened to her. As Nicholas ordered her to turn and raise her arms I got some clues. The dolphin on her pelvic bone, suggested some time as an inhouse escort for one of the disrete hotels near Miami. There were the signs from a very upmarket whorehouse in Chicago (stars on her left breast) and another well reputed brothel in Detroit (Cherries on a heart) on her thigh. But there were less savoury tags that I knew as well: an Antlantic City parlour and show house that was known for some extreme sex displays had left a cursive "Dirty Dolls" name tag across her lower back, and a London gang tat just above it (probably a drug deal part payment - the Devil's are not major players, but they like to have a few girls on hand to entertain the troops and bigger customers) as well as a New York gang mark (smoking skull on her shoulder) suggested a steep downturn in the social status of her clientele. There were other marks I did not recognise: from less well known, even further downmarket owners. There was a tribal style design around her right nipple (both nipples pierced, I noticed, as well as a navel ring, multiple earrings and, when Nicolas told her to display it, a piercing in her clitoris). On her shaven pubic mound was a crude tatoo of a sun, and there was a daisy on the back of her hand. The Playboy bunny head on her stomach was less crude, but clearly not a licensed or approved use of the logo; I strongly suspected it was from a Tiajuana fleshpit that specialised in shows for tourists that instantly would be closed down by the vets in any state across the border.

Having been in the business for twenty years now I have seen some things that shocked me in the early years, and thought I had seen it all, but I was not prepared for what happened next. At a word from Nikolas this girl dully turned and bent over, and pulling her buttocks apart, displayed her clearly gaping and ruined anus to the crowd. It was obviously an action she was used to doing. Adding to the horror, this movement at the same time exposed scars of the branding iron used by a Haitian dealer known for his brutality (he was never invited to Meetings after a nasty incident in Minsk, although his rep still attended) and his particular cruelty to women paler skinned than himself.

In my mind's eye I compared the beautiful, lively girl I had helped my boss to seduce, and then traded into a velvet cage in California, to this dull-witted scarred and broken creature. It was only three or four years. She was perhaps 21 or 22 years old now, and her breasts were stretched and a little sagging, her nipples distended, her body scarred from beating, whip marks and other cuts. She had at least a dozen owners in that time, each no doubt less caring than the last, and who knew what diseases, drugs and perversions she had been exposed to. 

Nikolas made her stand up again and face the crowd. It was clear that there was little interest. He sought $100.00 as an opening bid, dropped to $50.00, and then threw up his hands, saying "Any offer, anyone?"

Silence. 

Another Russian Player, rumoured to make extreme sadism films and worse, broke the embarrassing quiet with a drawled "One dollar."

"Five." the word was out of my mouth before I could think. 

"Any advance on five? No? Sold."

What the hell had I done? 

I went to the desk beside the dias to register the sale. I told the clerk to record it in my own name and dropped a bill on the table. He looked at me quizzically for a moment and I thought he was going to object, since I did not have a licence from the Committee to trade in my own name, but he let it pass. He knew that I knew the rules. 

Trader Nick's man supplied full paperwork for the girl, and agreed to have her delivered to my suite at the club. I left the auction, and headed for a nearby coffee stall, grabbing an espresso and settling down to read. 

It was the usual documentation: a medical report, and bill of sale, including detailed description of her many identifying marks and supposed talents and experience. It also gave a name, which was not the one I had thought of. The papers said 'Denise' but I had thought it should be Penny. 

The doctor's report was a little comforting, as well as a little disturbing. She was not now suffering from or carrying any infectious illness, although she bore scars and antibodies that betrayed several previous infections, as well as physical abuse and probably exposure to drugs and alcohol in immoderate quantities. She also seemed to be either brain damaged or so severely traumatised that she had lost the power of speech, but she was completely biddable and co-operative. 

Just what I was going to do with her was quite beyond me. 

When I got back to the club that evening I had almost forgotten she would be there. I had spent the afternoon negotiating an exchange of four of my boss's current stock (all well trained and enthusiastic) for six new girls. 

My boss likes to corrupt innocents. The final act is to have the girl sold into service to another person, usually a Gentleman with refined and often exotic tastes. This deal was peculiar in that I had been sent to negotiate a bulk sale to a Player, but the Player wanted the girls to help recruit and train more girls, and to work as very high end escorts in Moscow. The boss liked the idea, and had left it up to me to choose the new girls. I had examined two dozen raw recruits from eastern europe, selecting those who fitted my bosses catholic but specific tastes. Now they were safely signed over, and transport arrange. I had intended to ring the boss as soon as I got to my suite, but found myself confronted with a naked, tatooed, branded, sour-smelling woman kneeling in the middle of the reception room floor. 

She was a sad contrast to the smooth limbed fresh beauties I had just been viewing. I walked over to her and gently lifted her chin. I was sure now that she was the English tourist we had got in Kingston. "Penny? Is your name Penny?"

A little life came into her eyes, although it was mixed with fear. 

"Okay," I said gently but firmly "I want you to go into the bathroom and have a shower. Wash your hair at least three times, and condition it, and scrub everywhere else. Clean nails, clean teeth, clean between your toes, everywhere. Then come out when you are dried off. I'll order food. Now go on, go and get clean. "

She nodded, and rose and went into the bathroom. There seemed to be a little more life in her, perhaps some hope. More hope than I had. I put a quick call in to room-service and then composed myself. 

I rang the boss. 

I told him the good news, which pleased him, and then I told him about the girl. He was silent for a moment then wearily said "God dammit Micky, what were you thinking? You know the rules. You are not a Player, you are not a Gentleman, you cannot trade in your own name."

"I know, it was stupid, but I felt sorry for her." 

"Don't give me any soppy garbage Mick, I will hate to have to fire you. Okay, I might be able to get you out of this. First call the trader you got her from and get him to change the sale to my name. Tell him you made a cock-up, and that I want to offload the girl. You will give him a grand for his inconvenience if he will have her collected tonight. Then call The Secretary. Confess all. Tell him that I am furious with you and that I am recalling you, which is true. I will be calling the Secretary in half an hour. With any luck I can smooth it over. If not you may be barred, I will need a new Rep, and you will be looking for a new job."

"I don't really want to return the girl to Nick. She will probably end up in one of Pushkin's snuff flicks. "

The boss sounded incredulous "Have you lost your mind? Whatever happens to her is none of your business."

"You haven't seen her Boss," I said, "She has had a real hard time, she needs a break."

The boss rarely swore at me. He did so now. "For fuck's sake Micky what do you expect? You think I should be running a retirement home for broken down hookers? I don't give a fuck if she ends up in a donkey show in Morroco or getting gangbanged by bored soldiers in the Congo. And neither should you. Those are the breaks kid. Now do as I say, because as far as I can see you have only two other options and neither are good."

"What are they?" I asked. 

"Call The Secretary and say you want to register as a Player. They will want a two million cash deposit and will probably want to see you trade the girl on immediately, so they can assure themselves that you are not going soft and becoming a security risk. Or they might reject you, confiscate the girl and if you are lucky ban you from future Meetings. If you are unlucky then... Well you know the rules."

"The other option is to run, with or without her. I would give you about a one per cent chance on that, since I will be ringing The Secretary myself in a few minutes to make sure you have contacted his office. If you haven't they will be after you. And you know they won't stop." 

I knew what that meant. Rule number one: the circle is closed. 

"Okay," I countered "How about this. I ring the Secretary, confess all and say you have decided to keep the girl - she could be useful as an object lesson to the others. Also you will make her my responsibility - to teach me a lesson. You obviously think that in six months I will be glad to get rid of her. So punish me by humouring me."

The boss was silent for a moment and then laughed richly. "Michael, be careful what you wish for, and all that. The Secretary will probably be amused. Tell you what, I will ring. You stay in your room until I call you back. And remember, all her costs come out of your pocket. Any trouble she causes is your trouble. You understand me?"

"Yes, Boss. "

He put the phone down and I took a deep breath. I sat on the bed and listened as the shower stopped and the girl moved around in the bathroom. I heard the door open, and her take a few steps into the bedroom. Just at that moment room-service arrived. I had them leave the tray, and saw them out, before calling the girl in to eat. She came into the lounge naked and dry, and made no attempt to cover herself, although she was clearly nervous of me. 

I gestured at the food and told her to help herself. She took a plate and knelt on the floor to eat from it, all the time looking down. 

I took a plate and sat in a chair infront of her, looking her over as I talked to her. I don't really remember what I said, but she made almost no response in any case. When she finished her meal I suggested she could have dessert, and asked her to bring me one from the tray. She did so, kneeling before me to present the bowl. 

The phone rang at that moment and I answered it immediately. It was the boss. He was laughing. "You are off the hook, boy. But right back on it. You can keep the job, keep representing me and keep breathing, but you have to keep the girl. Forever. Every time you go to a Meeting she has to be with you. At any time, any place you go a Committee member can demand you present the girl for inspection within the hour. So you will have to take her with you wherever you go. And you have to bring her to the Red Room tonight, and at least once every Meeting. Be there within an hour or all bets are off. "

The Red Room was a special part of the Gentlemen's Club, not open to Players or Reps without invitation. It was ruled by the Mistress Rouge, who could in theory order anyone in the room to do anything to anyone else for the entertainment of all. Gentlemen of an exhibitionist bent would take girls there to show off their latest prize, or display one they wanted to sell. 

I rang reception and asked for a ladies clothier to bring a selection of lingerie and cocktail dresses, and poured myself a glass of Chablis. The girl was kneeling passively, and I sat in the chair before her and asked her to look up at me. 

"We have been ordered to go to the Red Room this evening. We are no doubt going to be part of the entertainment. They will order us to do things, probably just to strip and have sex, but maybe other stuff. If we do not do it, I am pretty sure we will be killed. Probably in a slow, painful and humiliating way. Do you understand? Whatever you are told to do, do it. Whatever I am told to do, I have to do. Ok?"

After a long moment she nodded. I looked at her and tried to read her mind, seeing a little fear and puzzlement in her eyes. 

"They may be in a cruel mood. They may ask you to do dreadful things to me, or tell me to do bad things to you. I am sorry. But I am sure that the man who wanted to buy you would have done much worse. It will be ok."

Five hours later we got back to the room. She could barely walk, I was somewhat better off. 

She had looked almost presentable in clothes, but the audience quickly realised that this was a girl who had been abused before, and so they had no qualms in making outrageous requests, which Madame Rouge amplified and twisted even further. 

They called for me to use her in every orifice, and she submitted to every demand. Other Members joined in, or sent their girls to take part. It was the first time I had ever seen a girl fisted, although I suspect not the first time Penny had been done that way. She was triple teamed, had various toys and objects inserted, deep throated until she gagged, and made to rim several people, including me and Madame. Fortunately she was not flogged or beaten. I found it hard to watch and hard to do some of the things required. She simply complied. In the end the crowd got bored by her lack of response, and my flagging stamina. Their attention shifted to another girl. I felt very sorry for her. After the extremes that the crowd worked up to on Penny, their new victim was plunged into even greater degradation.

In my room I helped Penny shower and took her to bed. She did not cry, or speak, and her glance was not reproachful, but she relaxed only after I rolled away from her to sleep. 

In the morning I was woken by her giving me a blow-job. She was rather good at it. 

It took me a while to realise where I was and who was sucking me off, as I only slowly remembered the night before and who it was beneath the sheets licking my balls. I almost sat up with a jerk of surprise, but forced myself to relax and think. 

If I stopped her what message would that give? I wanted her to recover some independent personality, not to be a dumb slave, but I needed her to do as she was told. If she did not she would get us both killed. And if she was willing to suck my cock and play with my ass, and rim me without being asked or told... 

Maybe the deal was not so bad after all.

Over the next six months I had cause to change my opinion several times. Back in California I paid for surgery to repair some of the damage done to her ass and pussy, and to remove some of the tattoos and repair her scars. A good regime of exercise and healthy eating, hygiene and relaxation with massage and plenty of magazines and books to read and dvds to watch seemed to help, although her mental condition was the most difficult thing to deal with. 

She was mostly withdrawn and absent, running on cruise control. She seemed less fearful, or at least less often seemed scared, but she barely spoke. It was two months before she said anything- a whispered "yes". Four months on she would use a word or two every few days, but never when asked or prompted, ordered or threatened. 

She continued to be compliant in all things and spontaneously engaged in sexual activity, especially first thing in the morning. Then the Boss told me he was sending me to the next Meeting. 

We had missed one, as the Boss had nothing to trade, but now some of the Slav girls and a couple of Tex-Mex honeys were up for disposal. He wanted something exotic, eastern and innocent. This quarterly Meeting was in Taiwan, so it boded well. 

When I told Penny we were going to a Meeting she went hysterical. It took me some time to realize that she thought I was going to sell her, and more time to convince her I wasn't, but then the words started to tumble out of her. It was like a breaking dam, all the things she had not said for so long, and all the things she could not talk about, suddenly wanted to get out.


Life Sentence Ch. 01



She told me she would never go back, that it was too terrible, that she would run away and take her chances, even if the Committee would send after her, and me. So I asked her what had happened to her, and she told me that as well. 

Her holiday in Jamaica had been prompted by a friend, trying to cheer her up. Her mother had died earlier that year, her father was long gone, and she had just come into her inheritance when she turned eighteen. A month in the sun had been a great idea. Then she met my boss. 

He was charming, good looking, not pushy, just friendly, inviting her, and her friend, to a beach party. The party was fun, nice people, who invited them to go on a boat for a picnic next day. After that it was scuba diving, jet skis, speed boats, dinner, dancing, casinos, champagne and cocktails, and private villas with infinity pools. Each day the company she had fallen in with revealed greater wealth, more glamorous life, and she began to think The Boss was rather lovely. Then he had to go to Martinique on business, and invited her to go along. Private jet, five star hotel, separate rooms, the perfect gentleman. Her friend had kept egging her on to 'snog' him, but Penny was shy, and didn't want a holiday heartbreak, and she was due to fly home in two days, but she accepted the offer when her friend insisted. It meant changing her ticket home, but The Boss said that was no problem he would take care of it. They spent a week in Martinique, and when they came back he told her he could book her flight home the next day, or if she would like to go she could come with him to New York.

In New York she spent five days sight seeing with a friend of the Boss (a plant I know – I arranged it) who showed her a good time, and returned her each evening to have dinner with the Boss, and take in a show or a party. Then it was off to LA, for more of the same, this time with show biz guests and more bikinis by the pool, then off to his cabin in the Rockies. It was there that they became lovers. 

She almost spat the word. He seduced her, and then set out to corrupt her, and dispose of her into a life of slow degradation. I listened as she detailed as much as she could remembered. Damn me but at times I nearly wept, and at others I had a hard on that was nearly painful. It was a long story...



Life Sentence Ch. 02



Penny's story was long and confused in places, often vague, but at times very detailed. In particular her recollection of the first time she had sex with my Boss seemed almost incredibly lucid until she explained why she had the story so ready to tell. 

"It was my first time ever. And it was lovely. Really, it was wonderful. I used to think about it a lot when times got bad. I could remember it so well that it made it all bearable. I used to tell it to myself over and over again, sometimes in my head when something horrible was happening to me, it made me relax, ignore the pain. I could go there and think about it being him, about the first time and the joy and the way he was, and sometimes it would even help me get a bit turned on, so I would get wet, which really helped when they were just, well, just using me.

We were in The Boss's lodge in Aspen. (Of course she used his real name, but in this story, due to my desire to keep breathing and remain employed, I won't.) It was summer and we had dinner on the porch, with wine and a sunset, and moved in for drinks afterwards, and talked in candlelight. And he kissed me. He had kissed me once or twice before, in a friendly way, but there was passion in this one, and I was suddenly very turned on. It was a roller-coaster. His hands brushed over my clothes, roaming everywhere and setting my nerves on fire. He kissed my earlobes and neck and pulled my blouse open a little to kiss my throat and then undid a button to kiss lower between my breasts. It just felt right to open another button for him, and to keep on until my blouse was completely undone. 

I had kissed and petted a bit with a boy at a party once, but this was different. He was a man, confident and in control, he knew what to do and what to expect and I just followed him. So when he undid a shirt button I naturally helped undo the rest and help him off with it, and when he put his arms around me beneath my blouse and pulled me against his bare chest to kiss me again, well, it was intoxicating. 

Slipping off my blouse was instinctive, I wanted to feel his skin against mine, and in a moment more my bra seemed so artificial and such a barrier that it had to go. So suddenly I was topless, half naked, tongue kissing a part naked man, who was running his hands over my bare back and up my neck into my hair. He pulled my head back gently but firmly and kissed my throat, my ear, and my shoulder, and then looked down at my nipples. 

It was a strange moment for me. I remember thinking clearly and calmly 'He is looking at my naked breasts. No one else has ever done that. I really want him to touch them, and kiss them, and from the look on his face I think he is going to do it.'

He surprised me then by murmuring "Beautiful" and then kissing my neck again, but it wasn't long until he took my right nipple in his mouth and brushed the tips of his fingers over the left one. I held the back of his head as he sucked and licked them to hardness, and I felt a tingle between my thighs. I think I moved to wrap my legs around him, and push myself against him, and he alternated between kissing my mouth and working on each breast in turn. It was then that I felt he was hard in his trousers pushing against my crotch. 

I had never seen a man naked before, but I had heard stories from girls at school, so I knew what it was. I have to say it excited me, and scared me a little. His hardness was against my softness, and it felt good to rub against him. So when his hand came down to caress me there I was happy to respond, and when he told me to undo my belt I went further and undid the fly of my jeans as well. 

Of course he was pretty quick to slide his hand inside and press a finger against my knickers, pushing into my slit and rubbing against my clit, which just sent me wild. I had never felt anything like it before, and when he pushed my jeans down a little to get a better angle and touch my inner thighs I was eager to help remove them. He stroked my whole body then, laying me out along the couch, kneeling beside it, so he could let his hands dance over my hair and face, my breasts and stomach, my legs and feet, my arms and hands, kissing me everywhere as his hands roved in different directions. I remember that he finally slipped his hand down into my underpants and ran a finger down my slit just as he was squeezing my breast with his other hand and licking the inside of my right elbow joint. 

I am sure I gasped, but I made no protest, even when he began to work his finger inside me. I was wet with excitement and as he sucked on my nipples and caressed my face I found myself taking his thumb in my mouth and echoing the pulse of his penetration of my other lips. It was another of those moments of clarity. I remember thinking 'I should open my legs wider to let him get his hand round so he can push his finger deeper in. In fact I should take my knickers off as well'

So I did, or at least I pushed them down as far as I could. He pulled his fingertip out, which made me whimper, but only long enough to push my pants all the way off. When his hand came back up the length of my leg, gently pulling my knee to the side it was natural to move the other leg to match, opening my thighs as his fingers smoothed over them and one went straight to my pussy and continued on in to its full depth. 

That made me gasp as well. He was so sweet then. He looked at me with such concern and asked if I was alright, if he had hurt me, as he gently pulled his finger out. When I told him I was just surprised, that it didn't really hurt, that it was just because no one had ever done that to me before, he was so gentle, his look was so warm, I just felt loved, and free. 

Of course I know now that he was really full of the joy of conquest, smug with having fooled me, anticipating what was to come, but he sounded so surprised and pleased, and so I was pleased and flattered. And it has to be said he was so good at turning me on. 

He looked at me with those beautiful dark eyes and said 'I know you said you had never had a real boyfriend but I thought you had maybe fooled around a bit. You have really never had a boy touch you here before?'

So I said 'No. I have never been touched anywhere by a boy. I have never been naked with a man before' 

He smiled again, and my heart melted, and he swept his eyes over me, and said 'So I am the first to see you like this, in all your beauty?' All I could do was nod, and blush. 'And I am the first to touch you here, and here, and here?' He brushed his fingers over my breasts and inner thigh and through my pubic hair, while I whispered 'Yes'. 'And I am the first to touch you here?' heralded another penetration of my body. 'Oh yes.' "And I am the first to kiss you here?' he murmured as he bent to suck on my nipples, 'and here?' as he moved down to kiss my navel, 'And here?' as he used his tongue on my mound and into my slit, finding my clitoris and sending me soaring to orgasm. I know I went wild then, clawing at his head as he kept lapping at my pussy, and using his finger in me, pushing my legs up and wide to allow him to lick the full length of my slit up and down, and plunging his tongue into me so his nose rested on my clit. I came then. 

I had only had half a dozen orgasms before that, the product of half-formed naughty dreams and guilty experiments after listening to the girls talk in school. This was not like those. It was a whole new level, and made my body spasm all over, and I ran out of breath. My mind shut down.

When I started to come around he moved up onto the couch, to hold me, and murmured gentle words. I felt so warm, so adored.  I didn't notice he was naked, he must have slipped his trousers and underpants off while I was distracted as he was licking me out. He was on top of me, between my open legs, his bare cock against my wet and tingling pussy. I couldn't help starting to move against him, my hips responding to the pressure, my hands began to explore and caress him. When he shifted position and the tip of his cock was suddenly pressing against the opening of my pussy, parting my lips, I didn't even think of what was happening, I just flexed to press against him, to push myself onto him. It was huge, it stretched and filled me, but it felt good. He was kissing my mouth and made a little sigh as I flexed against him, and I felt his cock pulse and swell, and push another millimetre in. I could feel myself stretching, relaxing and giving way, his cock relentlessly but gently and slowly opening me up, and I worked myself onto it , with only the tiniest gentle movements from him. It was only when he was all the way in, and I could feel his balls against me and he drew back an inch or two and then pushed into me again, and then did it again, and his rhythm sped up, that I had that moment of clarity again, and knew what I was doing. 

It was weird. In the midst of that overwhelming passion I thought 'That is his cock in me. My god, this must be what the girls called fucking. I am being fucked. I'm not a virgin any more.' It was glorious, liberating, and a little scary. I thought for half a second about getting pregnant, and then gave up all worries as he raised himself on his arms and began to deeply shaft me. I was lying on my back with my legs wide open, my arms thrown above my head, aware that my tits were bouncing back and forward in front of his gaze, knowing that he was looking down between my legs to see his glorious cock sliding in and out of my wet and pulsing pussy lips. I was more naked and vulnerable than ever in my life, and I did not care because it felt fantastic.

So I came again, and he kept fucking me, and he started asking me questions again 'Is that good?' 'You like my cock in you?' 'You know what I am doing, now, you know what this is called?' I answered 'yes' each time. 

'What is it called?'

I answered 'Fucking' 

'Do you want me to keep fucking you?'

'Yes'

'What do you want me to do?'

'Fuck me, please fuck me."

He grinned at that and said 'I am the luckiest man alive.'

Even at that moment I thought it was a strange thing to say. Each time he had asked me a question he had thrust into me, forcing my answer as a gasp and seemed energised by my words, but suddenly he had stopped moving, and it was as if he was now thinking about other things instead of being with me in the moment of passion. Of course now I wonder if he was ever really with me, if it was all manipulation and seduction, and selfish personal pleasure, but then, and afterwards when men had turned sex into a chore and a horror, I lost myself in that fantasy. 

So I asked him why he had said that and he answered 'Any man in the world would think himself lucky to be fucking a woman as beautiful as you. Handsome young men are lying alone in bed dreaming of doing what I am doing now. Any man would be lucky to know that the woman liked him fucking her. Virile young studs with endless hard-ons would die to hear their partners coming and begging for more. But to be the first one in the world to fuck such a beautiful woman, to be the one hear you say for the first time "please fuck me," for an old bloke like me, old enough to be your father, to be fucking an eighteen year old virgin and have her come around my cock, and want more... that is more than lucky. That makes me the luckiest man alive. Because you are utterly gorgeous."

He thrust into me again, on the last word, and it made me gasp again.

"Utterly beautiful"

Another thrust

"So soft,"

another stroke

"So wet"

another, faster and harder 

"So Hot"

a full length deep fuck stroke

"So tight"

fast, deep, his balls slapping against my ass

"so smooth"

again

"so sweet"

hard and long

"so pretty"

deep with a tiny pause to press against my clit

"so young"

another pause while his eyes swept over me

"so utterly"

no pause this time

"utterly"

swifter between strokes

"fuckable"

a faster rhythm now

"Your"

"Pretty"

"little"

"virgin"

"cunt"

"full"

"of"

"my"

"cock"

"so"

"wet" 

"and" 

"open" 

"and" 

"ready" 

"for" 

"me" 

"to" 

"come" 

"into" 

"you"

"oh"

"I'm"

"going"

"to"

"come"

"I'm"

"coming"

"I'm coming in you"

"oh"

"I'm coming in your pussy"

And he collapsed on me. He went from confident, controlling, dominant virile man to helpless little boy in half a second, clinging to me, shaking, and making tiny moans, And I held him and stroked his hair and wrapped myself around him and felt his cock wilt inside me." 

She had been lost in the story for a while, chanting the rhythm of that first fuck, her body miming the jolt of each thrust, and then folding her arms around herself as she talked of the post orgasmic lassitude of her love, but then her head came up and she spoke with an altogether different passion. There was a fire in her that I had not seen before. 

"I don't know how many men I have seen have orgasms since, but I always think of that. All of them, every time, if only for a half a second, go through that. Even the most brutal and dismissive. When they come they are just for a moment as vulnerable and weak as a child. As weak as me. And even if they won't admit it, they have come because of me. I made them lose control, I made them weak. Even though I could never do anything, I could never take advantage of that moment of weakness, knowing that made me strong. Until I got too tired, and I just got lost in my head. The drugs and the things they made me do. I didn't want to do those things you know, please don't take me back and make me do those things again."

Penny broke down then, and it was some time before she could talk further. 

I realised that I was holding her and stroking her hair and promising that I would not take her back, and that was not quite true. I had to go to the next Meeting, and the Committee had decreed that I had to take her to the Red Room. Madame Rouge, the mistress of the room might order us, or just her, to do all manner of things, some as dreadful as the unnamed horrors which haunted Penny. However there was a rule in the Red Room that owners could specify that nothing that did permanent physical harm should be allowed, and since the surgery to repair her ruptured sphincter and vaginal tearing had only been a few months ago I could at least request that she should be spared any anal sex and the extreme fisting and double fucking she had undergone at the last Meeting. 

I was a little ashamed when that thought made my cock twitch, and she noticed. 

"Oh, Master, I am neglecting you. I should have thought you would get turned on. It makes me horny talking about this. It always did, that is why I thought it through so much. Would you like me to suck you off? I could tell you about the first time I did that as well."

It was an offer I could not refuse, so she took my cock in her hand and gently wanked me, and sucked me, and in between sucking me she told me about the first time she gave The Boss a blow-job. 

"It was the next morning. We had fallen asleep together and when I woke I suddenly remembered what we had done and that I might be pregnant, so I panicked a bit, but The Boss calmed me down by telling me that he had got a vasectomy years before. He told me I should have a close look to see the scars for myself. It was the first time I had seen a cock and balls that close, and he got me to touch them, to find the scars. 

Of course he started to get hard then, and he encouraged me to go on touching him, to play with him, to wank him, and then to kiss him. 

I was a bit shocked by that. I had heard of a 'blow-job' but had never really taken the idea seriously. I mean who could believe that a girl would really put that in their mouth? But then again I had not really believed the stories about fucking either, and once I was actually up close to his cock it didn't look so bad. Not as pretty as your cock though. Yours is so smooth and so well proportioned, his is really wrinkled and bends to the side. But in any case, I kissed it. Like this. 

She gave the tip of my cock a gentle peck. 

"Of course he wanted more, so he asked me to do it again, and to linger, so gradually I learned to do this"

She gave me a long drawn out complicated demonstration, kissing, licking, sucking and wanking me into her mouth. 

I have to say, she is very good at it. 

"Being so naive as I was I didn't think it was odd when he asked me to do this. " she said, and began to lick my balls. She wanked me slowly as she twirled her tongue around each one, and licked down each side, back up and down my shaft, and then in underneath and up between them, all the way up to suck my cock again. 

It was not the first time she had done that to me, but it was strangely erotic to think that she had done it the first time she ever gave head. I knew women who would never do such a thing, never mind those who would not think of sucking a cock. I was close to orgasm when she did it again. 

"I was also so innocent that I never thought what would happen when he came, so when he got close, like you, and he asked me to suck him again, and to keep wanking him in my mouth, and he put his hand on my head, and squirted his spunk into me, and told me to swallow it, I just did." She smiled, and looked me in the eye and said "Like this."

With her hand pulsing my foreskin up and down, her lips and tongue sucking and rubbing my glans, her other hand fondling my balls and her big brown eyes fixed on mine, it was only seconds until I blew. 

When I got my breath back I said "Thank you. "

She laughed and broke into a grin. I realised it was the first time I had seen her do that. I asked her why she laughed. 

"Well for one thing, it is a long time since anyone said 'thank you' to me. But also because I kind of enjoyed that, and it has been a long time since that happened too."

"What do you mean 'kind of enjoyed' it? "

"Well, actually, it was fun. A bit exciting, I was interested in how you reacted. I wanted you to enjoy it, and I got a bit turned on. I haven't felt that way for a while. I should say 'thank you' to you. And thank you for being so kind and patient to me. I know I haven't been easy for the last few months, since you bought me, but you have been very good to me. I appreciate that."



It was true. I had bought her on a whim, when she was a damaged and scarred mess, withdrawn and traumatised. I had no right to buy her, since I was only representing The Boss, who was a Gentleman Member of the exclusive club of sex slave dealers known as The Circle. But I had taken pity on her because I saw the tattoo that showed that she had once belonged to my Boss, and I recognised her as a girl I had once helped him to seduce and then sell into slavery. Then I had got stuck with her, a life sentence for both of us, as The Committee who run the Circle decided that I must keep her, or they would kill us both.

Even so, I had been kind to her, never forced her to do anything unpleasant (although getting her to look after herself had required some harsh words on occasion, and some of the medical and cosmetic treatments had been painful). I had nothing else to spend my money on in any case, so I didn't mind that I spent a lot of money on her: on surgery to repair her distended sphincters, ripped vagina and torn nipple, and to repair and remove scars and tattoos. I decided that if I was going to have to live with her I would at least make her less awful to look at, and it had to be said that good diet, exercise and help from a beautician had massively improved her. In fact, now that she was smiling and interactive, she was quite attractive. 

That thought struck me hard. After the first night when I had to take her to the Red Room I had not fucked her. Her gaping loose anus had disgusted me, as had her spotted, bruised and inelastic skin. I kept her clothed and made her sleep in the spare room. However I did let her give me blow-jobs sometimes. 




Life Sentence Ch. 02



From the earliest days if I was sitting at home after dinner or if I was late home and going straight to bed, she would come over and kneel at my feet, and if I made no objection she would help to undress me and suck me and wank me until I came. Then she would go off to her room. I had found it strange at first, but realised that this was part of what she had been trained to do, and was ingrained in her personality. She was a slave, and this was what she expected her master to require. I was not happy with the notion of being a "master", but I knew that it was a role that I was now condemned to play. I wanted her to regain her personality and recover from her trauma, but I also needed her to remain subservient to some degree. If she tried to run away The Committee would certainly have her tracked down and killed. The Circle remains closed. If they had to do that they might think me untrustworthy. They would close the Circle on me as well.

So sometimes I would let her, but sometimes I would not wait for her to come to me, I would come into the house and simply beckon her over and tell her to do it. I was never rough with her though. I saw her flinch and cower if I moved too fast near her, or raised my voice. It was pitiful to see.

Of course I had been working for The Boss for years, and I knew well enough what trade he was in (although the hotel business and his interests in technology were the real money spinners that had made him his billions). But he specialised in the very high end, seducing and persuading girls into becoming porn stars and high cost escorts, only selling a few girls into slavery as a thrill, and only buying girls for his holiday home in Jamaica from other top tier Gentlemen. There was no brutality, all was glamour and persuasion and corruption. So in those days I had little pity for those pampered gorgeous creatures who spent their time partying and travelling the world, paying for their drugs and designer dresses by shagging ageing millionaires.  What happened to the girls down the line had never occurred to me, but now I saw it up close it was beginning to make me think about what I did for a living. 

Still, continuing to live, no matter how, was appealing. This woman in front of me had once been one of those glamorous, pampered creations, and I knew she had partied with the others before The Boss gave her over to Hollywood Joe, who would have run her as a very expensive escort and party girl, a lifestyle that she could perhaps have chosen to leave, before she became so embroiled that she was witness to a Meeting. The closed circle rule applied to all witnesses, so even though she had been sold to Joe she was not then under the dominion of The Committee. Yet she had not. Perhaps Joe had a hold on her. In any case now I was her owner, and had absolute power over her life and welfare, and she knew that. I shook myself out of my reverie, and pushed the pity down. If she was attractive now it was because I had paid for it. Indeed I was sure she would have been dead by now if I had not bought her. I wanted to know just what I had bought.

"So," I said "What happened next?"

She sighed,and began again.

"I was in love, and in lust. 18 years old and discovering sex with a man who spared no expense to take me to the most dazzling and romantic places. We hardly left the cabin in Aspen for days, before he had to go to LA for business. There we had a the top floor of the hotel, as usual, private pool and staff, and I we could sunbathe naked, and make love every day. We went to a party with film stars and rock stars, and business men from companies even I had heard of. And then, after we had been there a week, we had some friends of his over to stay in the suite with us. It wasn't crowded – they had the house at the end of the roof garden, but they came to our place for dinner. Chris and Jana. I am sure you know them."

I did. Porn stars. Jana was a girl The Boss had brought in from Hungary, Chris was one of the guys who often acted as a foil for The Boss in his seductions. I could guess what was coming next in the story.

"We had dinner together and they seemed a nice couple, she was a very pretty blonde,a couple of years older than me, he was a good looking muscular guy, about thirtyish. They said they were tired after dinner, long day coming over from New York, so they went to bed early. But a few minutes later as we drank coffee on the terrace we could hear them making love in their guest lodge across the pool. Well, energetically and noisily fucking, really. I was surprised at how much of a turn-on that was. 

"The next day the men went off together to a business meeting, leaving me with Jana by the pool. She just came out in a bath robe, and when she dropped it and lay on the lounger she was naked. I felt silly in my bikini, having been sunbathing nude for weeks, so I stripped too. By the end of the day we had swum together, lunched and rubbed each others backs with cream, and it was all easy and familiar. So when the men got back and just stripped off to dive in the pool, and lay around naked afterwards it was only a little embarrassing for me to be nude in front of Chris, and to see him naked. 

"We all dressed for dinner. The next day though we all spent the morning naked at the pool, and lunched naked in the shade, and swam naked together in the afternoon, and had naked cocktails at five, and then another, and then Jana got a bit flirty with Chris, and before I knew it she started giving him a blow job. Right there, three feet away. The Boss laughed, and made a joke, and Chris joked back that he was just jealous, and The Boss hugged me and said he had no reason to be jealous, because he had me. And he kissed me, and I was flattered and turned on, and it got a bit passionate and, well the short version is that we ended up having sex on the lounger while Chris and Jana did it on the one beside us. I have to confess it was exhilarating. Watching them, knowing they could see us. Voyeur and exhibitionist simultaneously. Then we all went to shower and dress for dinner like it was normal. 

"The next day they went back to New York, and we went to Jamaica again. More naked sunbathing, on the yacht as well, more people joining us with no clothes, it is hard to believe that two months before I had never seen a naked man or even been topless in public. So when Jana and Chris came to visit again I had an all over tan and thought nothing about flaunting it. When the two of them started making out in the pool, I just watched and got turned on, and when The Boss then took me from behind I made no protest, even though there was another girl there, Jana's friend Marta, sunbathing three feet away. 

"Jana and Chris climbed out, and to my surprise Marta started kissing Chris while Jana sucked his cock. Then Marta joined Jana, swapping over and licking his balls. Chris just grinned at me when he caught me staring, but I couldn't look away. That didn't last long though, as Chris lay back and Jana sat on his face while Marta rode his cock. That surprised me too, since Jana didn't seem surprised. Of course all that time I was being slowly and deeply fucked from behind, with the Boss's finger on my clit, making me nearly come several times, but not quite pushing me over the edge. 

"Marta was facing Jana, and Chris had his hands squeezing and rubbing her breasts. At first the two girls leaned back from each other, but then Marta reached out and pulled Jana to her, and the two began to kiss, passionately, open mouthed and I could see their tongues. Marta fell on Jana's neck and throat, and then began to suck on her nipples, each in turn, and I saw her hand go down between Jana's legs, to rub her clit while Jana rode up and down on Chris's cock. It did not take Jana long to come, and Marta had to hold her up as she nearly collapsed in breathless gasping spasms. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.

"Just then I felt The Boss pull out of me, and he said "Roll over", so I did, and he entered me again, and sank deep into me, I could feel his balls against my ass. He looked down at me and had the wickedest smile and said "My god but you are beautiful" and he leaned back and pulled me with him until he was kneeling on the ground and my bottom was on the edge of the sun lounger, and he began to slowly and deeply slide his cock in and out of my pussy. Then he said something to me that I didn't think was strange at the time, because he always talked during sex, but I remembered later because it was a hint of what was to come. "You know I love taking you from behind, because your ass is so firm and fits so well against me, and I can reach around to feel those gorgeous tits, but really you are most wonderful to watch when you are on your back, and your legs are open like this, and I can see your furry pussy lips clinging to my cock, and your tits bouncing when I slide home into you. You have a beautiful body, and I love to watch it being fucked."

"As he said that Jana appeared standing behind him, and leaned over his shoulder to look down at me. She had seen us having sex before, when she was doing it with Chris, but then she had been too busy to do more than glance, and while we had all looked at each other it had never been in such a concentrated fashion. Now I found her staring at me, drinking in every bit of my helplessly exposed body in a way that was nearly predatory. Her eyes wandered up and down my body, from my open crotch with his cock sliding into it, over my bare breasts to my hands flung out above me, and back down to see me being fucked slowly and thoroughly by his very hard prick that was suddenly made even more slick by the flood of juices that my pussy produced. Being looked at like that had suddenly turned me on even more. I played to the audience, relaxing, writhing a little, moving my hips to match the rhythm of the cock that was opening me up to their gaze, lifting my legs to allow them a better view, and a deeper thrust, letting my breasts move with the ancient beat of the oldest dance on earth. I revelled in it, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, exposing myself to both of their gazes, knowing that I was turning both of them on by my lascivious encouragement.

"Then I felt soft lips touch mine, and the sweetest kiss that built in depth and passion. I knew it wasn't him. The Boss still had my legs in his hands, holding them up and wide as he swung his cock into me, and could not have leaned forward to kiss me. But I went with it, my eyes still closed, exploring the lips and tongue of the girl who was kneeling beside me. I didn't even know if it was Jana or Marta, although I was sure that the hand that was now stroking my breasts belonged to the girl kissing me, her palm rubbing in circles in time with her tongue, her fingers tweaking and teasing my nipples to peaks as she gently bit my lip. Then the hand slid down across my stomach, and I knew where her finger was going, and I stretched even wider to let her slip one digit through the curls on my mound and between my outer lips, to land right on my clitoris and begin rubbing me to a body shaking orgasm. Her mouth was on my throat and then my nipple as I came screaming twice in a row, and the cock in my pussy pounded me, and her fingers pressed and shook my clit, and I ran out of breath as I felt the cock inside me jerking and pumping and flooding me, and heard my lover crying out his own passion, and felt him collapse on top of me, grasping me and sucking at my breast, and gasping. I opened my eyes as Jana kissed me on the lips again, and she pulled back and smiled at me, and said "Nice?"

"I was confused. Now the moment was over the first thought I had was "Yes, very nice." then "Am I a lesbian?" then "This is wrong." Then she kissed me again, and I didn't care, as she slid on top of me, kissing me and caressing me, rubbing her body against mine. I wrapped my arms and legs around her, explored her back and buttocks with my hands, found my hand on her breasts, and slipping between her legs, fingering her as she moved up to place her nipple in my mouth, I wanted to bring that sweet and beautiful girl to a climax as good as the one she had just helped me to, and instinctively did all the things I knew worked for me. It worked for her.

"So that was my first time with a woman. A week later I did it with another woman, although under different circumstances. 

"We had flown to Dallas to go to a charity ball, and The Boss had asked me to dress conservatively and try to charm the older wives at our table. He said it was important to him that they didn't dismiss me as some gold-digging bimbo, or a trophy girlfriend. He wanted them to see me as he said he saw me - bright, charming, vivacious, well read and cosmopolitan, as well as simply beautiful. I was flattered of course. So I did my best to charm them and I succeeded pretty well. Especially with a tobacco grower's wife called Katie. 

"She was in her late twenties, and very stylish. The day after the ball she invited me over to go horse riding, since I had mentioned that I had not ridden a horse since my mother died. 

"When I was in the shower after we had ridden around her estate she stepped in with me. She just smiled and said "Can I give you a hand honey?" So she soaped me all over and pressed against me, kissed me, and pushed her leg between mine.  On her bed a few moments later she introduced me to her toy box, and then introduced her toys to me. Some were way too large for me then, but I used them on her. She had two kids, and told me that although she had worked on her muscles to tighten up, her husband loved to use the large ones to fuck her. But his hands were so large he could only get four fingers in her, but with my small hands... 

2She seemed close to coming when I got my hand in her. "My God, that feels good! " she sighed, "It is a pity my husband isn't here to see that. "

I laughed, and she said "Seriously honey, he loves to watch girls fist me. Especially pretty young girls who he can fuck in their tight pussies." 

At the time she said that I had my entire left hand inside her, and I was rubbing her clit with my right index finger. I stopped dead. "Your husband fucks them? " 

"Yes, while they fist me, so he can see."

"And you don't mind? "

"Honey, I get to play with the girls, and I get to watch him fucking them. We all have fun, and I know he isn't off screwing his secretary, and falling in love with her, cause he gets all the tail he wants at home."

2I had to think about this for a second, and asked her "You're not expecting him to join us now, are you? "

"No, honey, he's away until tomorrow, but you'll be welcome to come back again another time when he is here if you would like. I like the taste of your honey pie, and I'd bet he'd be mighty happy to have you on the end of his pole."

"I declined the offer, gracefully I think. But she pressed me and said "I would bet your boyfriend would be happy to join in too. I could get another couple or three along and we could make a night of it. "

"It turned out that they were part of a circle of swinging couples who were all in the same church. "Course the Pastor don't know about it, but his pretty little daughter and her beau know ALL about it." She laughed and wriggled, making me aware of my hand again. The way she said it made me curious. 

"So has the Pastor's daughter done this?"

"Oh, yes, honey, and I sucked her boy off while she did that and my man screwed her at the same time. Her daddy thinks butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but I reckon it would just flash to vapour. And speaking of mouths would you mind using yours to lubricate my clit, cause its gettin' a bit dry? "

"So I did, and that was the first time I licked a pussy. 

"I didn't go back to see her, or her husband. We went to LA again the next day. 

"There were more parties, more balls and dinners, and then one evening The Boss said to me "Tonight I want you to flirt with one of the men at our table. I want you to dress seductively and make his wife jealous as hell. "

"He explained that the woman was the ex secretary and now second wife of this man. The Boss claimed that the first wife was a friend of his, and he did not approve of how she was treated, and wanted a little vengeful fun at the scheming second wife's expense.  I agreed, reluctantly, but it was sort of fun, the guy was actually very nice.  Richard something, in the computer business. 

"The Boss got me to flirt with another guy a week later, at another charity do. He said he wanted to do business with him and wanted him in a good mood. Then he asked me flirt with another business associate, a man I later got to know well, Joe Armandene."

Hollywood Joe. The man she was sold to. 

"The Boss said I should tease him, inflame him. He said that Joe wanted to do business with him, and he wanted Joe distracted. I didn't know what kind of business he meant. I didn't realise he was already lining me up for sale. It seems I did a good job, since Joe often said he had paid more for me than any other girl, and he wanted his money's worth. 

"Then a few days later Jana and Chris called again, and things began to change. We had gone out to dinner, had cocktails after, and got in the lift back to the penthouse, when Jana started kissing me. 

"The Boss was behind me in the elevator, and he slipped the shoulder straps of my dress off my arms, and pulled the dress and my thong down to my ankles while Jana held my face and explored my lips with hers. In a second I was naked apart from my jewellery. Jana's hands roamed over me, as The Boss moved away, and then Chris joined in. He was massaging my back and kissing my neck, and I could feel his hard-on in his trousers pressed against my bottom. His hands came round to cup my breasts when the lift doors opened and he walked me out, across the penthouse lobby, to a couch over which he made me bend, and then began fingering my pussy from behind. Jana had walked backwards in front of me, playing with my pubic hair, and removing her own clothing, while The Boss walked over to the bar to pour a whiskey and water. 

"He came round to sit in front of me, watching Jana play with my tits and press her nipples to my mouth, while Chris began to rub his cock against my pussy-lips. Then suddenly he was in me. The second cock ever to enter me, and he set to deep fucking me right away. Before it happened, just as Chris pushed my legs apart and ran his hand down over my ass and into the cleft between my thighs, I caught The Boss's eye. It was another of those moments of clarity and freedom. I knew what was about to happen. I knew that The Boss, the man I loved, the first and only man I had ever let touch me there, never mind penetrate me, fuck me, come in me, my only lover, was watching me, and he knew what was going to happen, and he was excited by the idea. He wanted me to let Chris take me. He wanted to see me getting fucked by another man. So I opened my legs, pushed my ass back, revelled in the sensation of my pussy being opened and stretched by Chris's cock, and found myself soaring on a blast of pure carnal delight. 

"I was free to indulge, and knew my lover wanted me to enjoy this experience, and to watch my pleasure. It didn't take me long to climax. Chris was larger than The Boss, thicker and longer, and he worked his hips well, varying length and depth and speed of stroke, driving me to moan and gasp and writhe. Jana helped by getting on to the couch below me, sucking my nipples and squeezing my tits, and reaching up to rub my clit, but what really made me wild was the look on The Boss's face. The more I squirmed and panted, the more I thrust back on the great cock that was pistoning into me, the more I moaned about how good it felt and called for Chris to fuck me harder, then the wider the smile, the brighter the eyes of that man became. He grinned as I came, and Chris continued to shaft me as I shuddered and tried to get my breath back. 




Life Sentence Ch. 02



"The Boss got his cock out then, and I begged him to bring it to me to suck. So I found myself being spit-roasted, and as I sucked his knob end Jana came up from my tits and started licking his shaft and balls. Well, he never could last long when he had his balls licked, so he came pretty fast. 

"A minute later Chris started making more guttural noises, and The Boss said "Don't come in her pussy, she isn't on the pill. You can come in her mouth instead. "

"That almost shocked me. Firstly because I was so used to him coming in me I had forgotten about the pregnancy risk, and secondly because he was advocating that I should take another man's cock and come in my mouth. Before I could think any further about it, Chris pulled out of me, spun me round and had his cock, covered in my pussy juices between my lips. Just a few shallow strokes and I tasted the second dose of spunk that evening, from the second cock I ever sucked. 

"Jana was quick to kiss me then, her tongue deep in my mouth, her fingers deep in my pussy. The men sat on the chairs in front of us and watched, encouraging us to a sixty-nine. I confess I enjoyed it. Jana was a great pussy-licker, and tasted sweet and spicy. Also the fact we were being watched, and cheered on, was a turn on. The exhibitionist tendencies that had been awakened by our previous encounter with Chris and Jana were given a boost by her uninhibited enjoyment. It was thrilling to lift my head and expose the open, wet, pink, pussy-lips of that beautiful girl to the gaze of my lover, to let him see my finger slide into her, and my tongue swirl around her clit. I understood that he might want to fuck her, but realised that if he did I could not be jealous.  

"He didn't have her that night, although we all four ended up in the same bed. I remember waking up the next morning to the sound of Chris and Jana fucking. There were just the three of us in the bed. Chris was on top of her, but when he saw I was awake he leaned over to me and said "Hello. You know it has occurred to me that you shamelessly used me lust night, and never even kissed me."

I was flustered and confused, but he kissed me and said "Good morning. And thank you. Although I should also point out that you never let me kiss your beautiful nipples."

"He pulled the sheets down and, still with his cock in Jana, he took my nipple in his mouth. His hand ran up my thigh beneath the sheet, and his fingers opened me up. I was still half asleep as he made me all aroused, and he plunged two fingers deep into me. I spread my knees as his thumb circled my clitoris, and his tongue rasped over my breast. Moments later he threw the sheet back, and sprang across, pulling out of Jana and landing between my spread thighs. His cock was against my pussy-lips, slick with Jana's juices, and his tip just popped into me.

"Feels good, girl," said Chris as he pushed deeper. "I wish I could come in this lovely little cunt."

Jana said "Why don't you? We can go to the doctor later this morning and get her sorted with implants, no problem."

"I was overwhelmed by this, and the fact that I was alone with them, and Chris was steadily shafting me deeply. I asked what she meant, and Jana explained about subcutaneous contraceptive implant injections, while Chris continued to work his whole length in and out of me. It was a bizarre moment, but I grasped the idea that I wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy, and what Chris was doing was awfully nice, so I agreed, and Jana slapped his ass and said "Fuck away at her boy, as much as you like." So he did. It was a long and thorough fucking, and he made me come half a dozen times in a row. I was sweat soaked and whimpering when I saw that The Boss had arrived back, and was watching me, and that Jana was sucking his cock. 

Chris kept on fucking me, while Jana lay down beside us and opened her legs for The Boss to take her. He grinned at me as he entered her, and Jana gripped my hand as my lover fucked her while her lover drove deep into me and came with a series of great grunts and thrusts, before collapsing on top of me. 

"That was the first time I had seen my man with another woman, and I was a little upset afterwards, even though Chris and Jana both made out with me again later that day, and that night as The Boss fucked me he told me how beautiful I looked with them, how proud he was of me, how wonderful he thought I was. I wondered that he wasn't jealous, but he said that he knew that at my age most girls were fucking every guy at college, and I would inevitably fancy other guys. He was happy to indulge me, help me to have as much sex as I liked, since he said he knew he could never keep up with the needs of an eighteen year old hormone driven pussy. He just wanted me to be happy. I believed him.

"Three days later you introduced me to a tall Russian at a cocktail party in Paris."

I was surprised by this. Then I remembered the event. I was embarrassed. The Russian was a high roller who often used The Boss's hotels. It was the first time I had pimped her.

She saw me look uncomfortable. "Its okay you know. I was up for it. Handsome guy, a few drinks, the encouragement of my lover to try whatever I liked. That guy was good, he took me standing up in the ladies toilets and made me come, before I finished him off in my mouth. Then The Boss asked me about it on the way home, and he fucked me in the back of the car, and had me suck him too. He fucked me again on the balcony, naked overlooking the Eiffel Tower that night. It became a game - he would set me up with other men and have me tell him about it later.  Hollywood Joe did the same thing. 

"Of course he set me up with women too, and couples, and we went to a few parties that became orgies. I think you fucked me for the first time at one of those. It was the night he sold me to Joe." 

Again I found myself embarrassed. I did not remember having sex with her then at all. "Where was that party? " I asked, to cover this slip. 

"In a loft apartment in New York. Chris and Jana were there, and there were two guys with film cameras and lights recording it all. It started tamely enough, although the crowd was full of buff guys and scantily dressed women - I realised later that they were mostly porn actors. Once the drink was flowing and the music got loud, and the place warmed up as we all danced, and there were lots of drugs on the go, it wasn't long before girls got topless and so did the boys. People started stripping and fucking on the dance floor, and pretty soon everybody was at it. It went on for hours. Chris had been dancing with me and helped me out of my clothes, and had spun me round to take me from behind, and some other guy had stood in front of me and put his cock in my mouth, and then Chris pulled away and that guy laid me on a table and fucked me, and when he finished another took his place, and after a while he moved on and another stepped in. That was you. I remember because you were really nice, you asked me if I was having a good time, and you said nice things to me, and you came in me.  Most of the guys didn't come in me, or pulled out and came round to jerk off in my mouth while the next one took my pussy. I don't know how many had me that night, but I remember the camera crew spent a long time filming me. I suppose it is out there somewhere on the internet. Maybe I should look it up, see myself as I was before this happened to me. "

She gestured at the marks on her body. 

"It won't be on the net." I said. 

"What?"

"That was a private party, The Boss paid for it all, the cameramen were his, he will have it all in his private collection."

"Do you mean he had them there just to film me? Because he was going to sell me? "

I looked at her horrified face, and said, "He paid everyone to be there, except the dealers. The whole party was a sales pitch for you. A couple of the dealers would have had you, the first two guys, not on camera, but the rest were hired as extras. It is something the boss does sometimes."

"And you knew that? You had me on that table in front of everyone because you knew I was being sold off that night? Last chance to fuck? "

"Well, yes. It wasn't just that, I mean it was also my first chance, and I had seen you about for months and you were a very sexy girl. I fancied you then. It wasn't just a fuck. "

Penny went quiet then. She thought about it and then said "It wasn't much more than a fuck though. But I always knew that. But when I thought about that night I always remembered you – you seemed genuinely concerned. I think you were the last nice guy to fuck me for a long time. At the end of that night I was sick and tired. They had poured drink into me, and rubbed drugs on my gums to perk me up, and when I went to the bathroom two guys had bent me over the washbasin and taken turns fucking my pussy and mouth until I threw up, and then just fucked my pussy. For the first time it stopped being fun, it stopped being a teenage game of hormones and adrenaline. Then Hollywood Joe wrapped me in a bathrobe and took me to his car, and drove me off into the night, and into a whole new life."



Life Sentence Ch. 03



Penny looked up at me and said "I suppose you want me to go on? Do you want to hear it all? It is a long story."

"We can take a break later, I want to hear how you got on with Joe Armandene. I want to know why you didn't get away from him, how you ended up at a Meeting. I know the Boss sold you to him, but I know Joe does not let his slaves know that until he has them thoroughly entrapped and trained. You allowed yourself to become a slave, I want to know why and how."

Penny blushed, and her eyes were downcast, "Yes Master, I did. I didn't realise it at the time, but I suppose I did. It was just fun, and I didn't think about it, and then it was too late.

"Life with Joe Hollywood was quite different from life with The Boss. There was never any pretence that Joe loved me, but he did look after me, and his other girls, pretty well. 

When I woke the next day I had vague memories of being in a car, then being helped up the steps into a small jet, and again vague impressions of being lifted out of a car. Everything else between was gone, and I had no idea where the large, airy and slightly garishly decorated bedroom I was lying in might be located.

I was alone in bed, although naked, and I realised I smelled pretty ripe. I had a head like a melon left too long in the sun, and was fortunate to find the bathroom on my first staggering attempt out of bed. A shower seemed a good idea, and I was just starting to feel human and a little less nausea as the warm water washed off the residue of the night before, when Joe appeared in the door of the bathroom with a tray of orange juice, aspirin and vitamin pills.

I was a bit surprised when I saw him. I knew who he was, we had met a couple of times, and I began to remember that he had been the second man to take me the night before. I got a cold feeling at that memory. At least some of what had happened after Joe had finished, came back in a rush. I knew that you took over, and then you finished, and the others began to queue up, and the camera men had clustered round me, and the girls had rubbed me with oil, and poured schnapps into my mouth, and someone had stuck their finger in my mouth with crystals of some sort to rub on my gums, and my head exploded. I remembered the bathroom later, with the men fucking me, deep-throating me until I was sick. I suddenly felt vulnerable, standing naked in the shower as he stood there grinning, and a new wave of nausea washed through me. I nearly fainted.

Joe was nice then. He quickly put the tray down and rushed over to help me stand. He got me towels and wrapped me up and helped me back to the bed, and then brought me the juice and the pills. He spoke so nicely to me, and when I felt a bit better and could look at him again he looked genuinely concerned, but then broke into that Hollywood grin again. "You look pinker my dear, I though you were going to pass out for a moment there."

"I feel a bit pinker, thank you." I said and looked round, "I know this sounds clichéd, but where am I?"

"My house. Beverly Hills."

"Where is The Boss?"

He looked uncomfortable for a moment and said "Well he asked me to look after you for bit. He gave me this letter for you, said it would explain everything."

He took an envelope from his pocket, and offered it to me. I was still shaky, but I took it and read it. I can't remember everything that it said, but some phrases stuck in my head.  It said that he was sorry he could not face saying goodbye in person, but he had to go away on business for a few weeks, and thought the break would be best for us. He said he was proud of how I had "blossomed" over the last few months, and that he realised that "an old man like me cannot hope to keep up with a vibrant and beautiful young woman like you". He said, and this bit I always remembered "I have passed you over to the care of Joe Armadene, an old friend of mine, who can give you the lifestyle you deserve." 

I was never sure later what that last line meant. I was never sure that The Boss realised what Joe would do. Of course now, since you bought me and brought me back here, I know what he meant. He knew just what Joe would do with me. At the time I was devastated. I remember sitting on the bed in shock with the letter in my hand. I was in tears, and Joe put his arm round me, and said nice things to me that I didn't hear, and he talked me round to some sort of coherence. He cajoled me into drinking the juice and taking the aspirin, and tucked me up in the bed again, and said he would send in "one of the girls" to see me, and off he went, kissing me on the temple before he left, like a father.

The "girl" who came in was called Marsha. She was one of five who lived on the premises (I was number six as it turned out) She was nice. Pretty, 20 years old, all over tan, tummy button piercing, and one nipple too (although she was dressed the first time I saw her) chestnut hair, real rich dark red brown. She was sympathetic, and funny, and told me men were not worth it, and there were other fish in the sea, and that there was a party tomorrow night and I should come to it. I didn't feel like it, but by the next afternoon Marsha, and the other girls (Jill, Dee Dee, Shauna and River – I kid you not) had cheered me up, and outfitted me. I had not a stitch of clothing when I arrived, everything had been left at the Boss's apartment in New York (including my passport – that only became important later) so they had a ball digging through their wardrobes and finding stuff I could wear. Joe had been in and out a few times as well, and was so welcoming. Once my hangover had gone and my body felt less battered I was almost looking forward to the evening. 

It was glittering. There were about fifty people there, plus the catering and waiting staff brought in. The men were mostly movie people, producers and executives, and a couple of actors who I vaguely recognised. The women included a few starlets, hanging on the arms of the men who they hoped would make them stars, and the rest were Joe's Girls.   

It was all very discrete. Every now and then you might notice that someone was missing, or rather two or three people were not about, but they came back to the party an hour or so later. At the end of the evening several guests and several girls did not seem to be about when Joe and I waved off the last limo. He had kept me close all evening, and introduced me to all the guests as his friend. Now he turned to me and said "I am afraid Katey and Nicole have taken over your room for the evening, with their friend the film director. If you don't mind a waterbed you can share mine - there is plenty of room. As long as you don't snore - I am dog tired and need to sleep tonight." 

Since I had been lying naked on a table while he fucked me in front of fifty people two days before I could hardly plead modesty, although I really did not fancy any sexual activity at all that night. 

But this offer sounded genuine enough, and in the end it was. As I learned later Joe was manipulative but usually pretty straightforward. If he wanted to fuck he said so. It was my first night in a water bed and I slept really well. 

The following morning he woke me with a kiss on the cheek and told me he would bring breakfast. It was fun. That night Katey stayed on in my room, and I slept with Joe again. The following morning he kissed me awake, caressed my shoulder and down my arm, ran his hand over my hip to my knee and lifted my leg to part my thighs. I was happy enough to go along with that, as his gentle touch was bringing up desires I had not recognised. It had been five days since I had been touched by another person, and my body had missed it after so many months of near constant stimulation. His hard, long pointed cock slid between my buttocks from behind, opening the furrow of my labia, and then angling round to push inside me. It was a lovely, unexpected, relaxed morning fuck, and I had a great time. I was really surprised by that. It wasn't that I had got over The Boss, but he suddenly didn't seem so important. 

Life went on that way. One night Marsha joined us in bed, and turned out to have a really surprising ability with her tongue. A few nights later Dee Dee and River began making out in the dining room just after dinner and it all got pretty passionate. They put on a lesbian show for us, while Jill and I took turns blowing Joe. Mostly though I had Joe to myself for those first weeks, and I stuck with him at parties. He had a gathering about twice a week, and most nights one or other of the girls would have a visitor. 

Then about three weeks later at a party he introduced me to a quite gorgeous young actor who was just starting out to make a name for himself. I have seen him since, last month on the Leno show being interviewed about his latest film. Seems he is quite a star now. Joe said "You kids go and have fun" so we did. I took him skinny dipping in the pool and he sucked my nipples and fingered me under water. We had sex on the diving board. I remember lying on my back looking up at the stars above (although there is too much light pollution to see much from The Hills) and having a moment of clarity again. I thought "what the hell am I doing? I am having sex with a stranger. A beautiful, fit, athletic, hot and horny stranger who is fucking me rather nicely, but a stranger none the less. Why am I doing this? What would my mother say?"

It was the first time I had thought of her in months. I had to choke back the tears, and tried to concentrate on the sex, but I think it showed and he didn't have as good a time as he might have. The next time he came to a party he took River for a swim. But that was the first time I became one of Joe's Party Girls. 

Things changed with Joe after that. He slept with the other girls more often, and he would introduce me to men at parties who I knew he hoped I would have sex with. At first they were always young handsome actors (sometimes not so young) and once or twice they would be couples, or I would be teamed up with one or two of the other girls. It was fun. I was a Party Girl. After a few weeks, maybe twenty parties later, he took me aside and said "I want to introduce you to an old friend of mine, he is an important producer with one of the big studios. I'd appreciate it I'd you would be nice to him."

Of course I knew what that meant. The man was short, balding, in his sixties or so, and smoked cigars. Fortunately he liked fucking me doggy style, kneeling up on the bed so he could watch my tits swinging in the mirror on the dressing table, so I didn't have to put up with his breath all night. 

Joe took me out to dinner the next night to a Michelin starred restaurant and told me he knew it had probably not been the best party I had ever been to, but it was the best party his old friend had ever been to and Joe was really glad I had been so good to him. 

I almost felt good about it. 

A few days later Joe announced "I have a very special guest coming this evening, and I would like you to meet him if you like, but don't go flirting with him. I don't think you would want to follow through with him."

Of course I was curious about this so I asked him 

"What do you mean?"

Joe laughed and said 

"He has very particular tastes. I am sure he would be attracted to you, but you might not want to go there yet."

" You still are not being clear."

"He likes having a girl all three ways. He says it does not feel like he has really had sex with her unless he has done the triple."

"The triple?"

"Mouth, pussy, ass."

"Oh."

Joe laughed again "Yes, 'oh'. Or to be more accurate 'oh bugger'"

I blushed. Strange that, after all I have done I still blush sometimes. 

Joe laughed again. "You haven't tried that yet have you? Still, if you would like to I am sure that (here she named the actor in question, but let's just call him Handsome) would be only too happy to be your first. We could help you prepare and make sure it all went smoothly, if you want."

"You aren't joking are you?" I asked 

"No, why would I? Look it doesn't matter. Jill will do it. Or Dee Dee."

I was surprised at that, and said "What!"

Joe laughed again "Jill and Dee Dee will probably tear each other's hair out for a shot at Mr Handsome, so don't worry about it."

"You mean they do that?"

"Anal? Sure. Jill has a thing for being DPed."

I had never heard this term and asked him to explain it. I found it hard to believe it when he did. I found it even harder to believe that Jill actually enjoyed it. 

But when I asked her Jill confirmed it, and offered to help me if I wanted to try. So she took me into the shower and used a slim irrigation nozzle on me to clean me out, which was a weird experience, and then she had me lie on my side on the bed while she pumped lube into me with another thin nozzle. Also weird. Then she slowly and gently worked a dildo into me, starting with a very slim one and gradually working up, giving me a vibrator to play with my pussy at the same time. 

I can't say it was all that enjoyable, but I sort of got the point. It felt intimate and naughty, so it was sort of exciting, and the sensation was stimulating, but not a big turn on. I could see how it might be a turn on for a guy, although I didn't realise the full dominance implications. But I was reassured that it would be ok to do, and I did want to meet Mr Handsome, so I told Joe I would do it. 

That night I took Handsome to my room, where he stripped me naked and kissed me all over, sensuously. He was licking my pussy when he lifted my legs and just licked on down to my asshole. That was surprising. Surprisingly nice as well as unexpected. He rimmed me, and I felt his tongue penetrate me.

Then he used a finger in each hole as he slid back up to French kiss me, which since he had just been licking my ass was weird as well. But as he did that his cock slid into my pussy and he began to fuck me with long slow strokes, and I really got into that. He was pressing deep inside me with his cock and had his finger tip in my ass, when I suddenly thought of something which made me giggle. He asked me what was funny so I told him. 

"The last time I saw you you were the President of the United States. I've never been been fucked by a President before."

He grinned and said in the slight drawl he had used in that film "Well little lady you are not just getting fucked by the President you are also about to get fucked in the ass by the President."

He flipped me over and pulled me up on my knees. He entered my pussy again, and said "You've got a nice cunt girl, but Joe tells me you've never had it in the ass before. Let's see what it is like."

He pulled out, and pushed in. He wasn't rough but he was insistent, and I was glad for the lubrication. He took three strokes to work all the way in, and I gasped at each stroke When I felt his balls against my pussy he gave a whistle and said "Tight little ass, girl, Joe might not have been lying."

I felt stretched to tearing point. Then he took a swift long stroke and I nearly screamed "It's true! Please it's my first time! Be gentle!"

He pulled back and gripped my hips, saying "Just keep your ass in the air and your mouth shut honey, I know what I want to do."

I couldn't keep quiet. He was quickly shafting me, and while I tried to relax and seek some pleasure in it he was pretty large, long and hard. I had to cry out as he thrust into me. I think he enjoyed that. It certainly didn't stop him. 

When he had finished fucking me, coming in my ass while I buried my face in a pillow, he pulled out and came round to my head. He pulled me over on my side, and pushed his cock in my mouth. I couldn't do anything, his powerful hands held my throat as he basically skull fucked me. 

Just as I thought it was going to be all over, that he was going to come again, he pulled out, swung his leg over me and lowered himself on my face. 

"Now lick my ass girlie, that's a Presidential order."

I was beyond crying, stunned. Then he suddenly pinched my nipples hard and pulled on them, saying "Come on lick ass, I licked yours, so get on with it."

He eventually came on my tits, and climbed off me. 

He got dressed and was about to leave when he walked back to the bed and looked down at me, and said "You did your country proud. The special relationship still stands" and he threw a couple of hundred dollar bills on top of me. "There's a tip," he said and walked out. 

I was still too naive to work out what that meant. I didn't realise that he was paying Joe for fucking me. I just thought it was a mean and sarcastic gesture. But I felt used. I thought then that I felt like a whore. Of course I learned later what that really felt like, but it was a bad night.

When he had gone Jill came in to see me. She was nice to me, cleaned me up, talked me round and held me until I slept. In the morning Joe came to see me and promised me that Mr Handsome would never be invited back. He seemed furious. 

I didn't feel like a party that weekend, so Joe let me stay in the summerhouse, but the next party was a few days later and he insisted I go. The nice young actor was there, and I made a point of talking to him. This time I didn't think about my mother, and I didn't cry, I just had a really good time shagging his pretty brains out. Then Joe announced a special party, and things changed again. 

A friend of his (read 'client') wanted a toga party, with slave girls. But he was looking for "the full Roman orgy experience" so the house was being decorated and we would all have costumes. And some of us would be providing the entertainment.  

On the night I was dressed in a sort of loose shift with a belt, low cut, deep openings for my arms, and no undies. It was mid thigh length. Basically it allowed easy access to my entire body while appearing to barely cover everything. There were about forty slave girls, a dozen rather hunky slave boys, and fifty or so guests, some with their own slaves, others with more conservatively dressed patrician wives 

I was going round with a tray of canapés, and got occasional gropes in the early evening, but when the floor-show started and Marsha was dragged into the room in chains to be stripped and ravished on a chaise long in front of the crowd by a handsome gladiator, I found a hand from behind sliding up my inner thigh to take hold of my pussy. 

The hand belonged to a grey haired man who I had never seen before at any party, who was sitting watching the show on a couch beside where I had been standing. When I looked down at him he gave me a brief smile and wordlessly he pushed a finger into my pussy, and just began to pump it straight up and down in me. After a few strokes he paused to work in a second finger, and then went on finger fucking me with the full length of the two of them.

With his other hand he lifted his toga aside and revealed a surprisingly large erect cock. Then with his two fingers in me he pulled me across in front of him and down onto his lap, removing his fingers to replace them with his cock, pulling me down onto him. I was being taken from behind by a complete stranger, in a room full of people. Because of my dress they couldn't see anything, just a girl sitting on an old man's lap, and he was holding me still, just flexing his hips a little as we watched what the gladiator was doing to Marsha. It was surreal, but I began to flex my vaginal muscles in time to his movements and while the gladiator was pounding her noisily I was involved the most silent fuck of my life. The old man reached into my robe through the armholes and squeezed and caressed my breasts for a few moments and then with only a small grunt he came. He held me still for a moment and lifted me up off him, covering his wet and wilting cock, and then with a smile and a nod he waved me away. I went to the bathroom and washed. 




Life Sentence Ch. 03



When I came back the gladiator had finished with Marsha and she was being licked clean by River. Another of the girls, Jeannie, was now giving one of the guests a blow-job, and this inspired another guest to grab a passing girl and pull her robe open to expose her tits. In minutes the sexual tension exploded. 

In front of me a fully dressed 'lady' guest accosted one of the slave boys. She simply dropped to her knees and reached under his tunic to drag his cock to her mouth. Her husband helped by lifting the tunic up and moved in to take the boy by the back of the neck with his other hand, and start to kiss him deeply. 

It was the first time I had ever seen two men kissing. Beside me a guest in a suit of armour was sucking on Jill's tits, and fingering her, on the other side a girl guest was being licked out by a slave boy while a male guest was fucking her mouth. It was a full blown orgy. 

I was surprised then by someone grabbing me from behind. One hand was on my breasts another on my pussy, a bare cock against my bottom. Lips closed on my ear and the man said "Nice tits and a juicy cunt, just what I want from a slave. Now suck your Master's cock and then get on your back with your tits out for a fucking."

I was taken aback by his words. Even in this role-play party it was shocking to be talked to like that, but he spun me round and pushed me down and there was his cock to suck, and I did what he told me. He made me pull my robe open to show him my breasts as I sucked him, and when he put me on my back he sucked and bit them before he fucked me. He made me call him 'master'. It was the first time I ever did that. 

He didn't last long, and when he finished he just pulled out and rolled over, and said "get me a drink, slave."

I was happy not to be with him, so I went, but did not go back with a drink. 

Our instructions were to get cleaned up if possible as soon as possible, so I went to the bathroom again. Two girls were stationed there to help, a quick douche, a dry down, a little lube, a make-up check, and good to go. Back out in the main room I decided that I would pick a partner this time. 

It was quite a scene. Jill was now on the dais, exhibiting the fact that she really did like to be DPed.  Some people were watching her, and a number of guests had girls either sitting on their laps or being taken from behind so they could keep looking at the show while they fucked. I noticed Shauna was being taken anally while doing a sixty nine with a girl below her. 

The man who had just taken me was now standing on a chaise watching Jill and getting a blow job from another girl. He had a drink in his hand, so I didn't have to worry about that.

I spotted a good looking young guy across the room. He was sucking on another girl's tits, but she was busy with another two men, one in each end, so his rather pretty cock was unattended. I decided it was time I had some fun, and walked towards him, planning to surprise him by sucking him for a bit and then ride him to my own pleasure.

I didn't get that far. The man who I had not got the drink for spotted me, and called to Joe. "There she is, there is the lazy slave who didn't do what her master said."

Joe came over and took me by the arm. He looked cross, and I wasn't sure he was acting when he said "You need a lesson in obedience slave" and dragged me to the dais. 

I was roughly stripped by the two male 'slaves' who had just released Jill, and they tied my hands to ropes that ran from the ceiling. They hauled my arms up, and I found myself on tip toe, most uncomfortably displayed.  Joe played to the crowd, "See here a rebellious slave who did not bring her master a drink when ordered. What punishment should she have?"

Guests called out suggestions, most of them pretty scary, and I hoped they were joking – shave her head, whip her ass, give her nipple piercings, butt fuck her with a cactus – and then one guest stepped forward and said "If she won't bring her master a drink then her masters should bring her a drink" He carried a chair forward and stepped up onto it, his cock level with my mouth. I thought he was going to make me give him a blow-job and drink his come, which would have been alright, but suddenly I was hit in the face by a stream of urine.

The crowd laughed at me as I struggled, and as the man forced my mouth open and peed into it. When he finished I tried to clear my mouth, spitting what I could out, but Joe stepped up and said "Don't spit on my floor slave – take her to the bathroom"

I hoped then as they let me down and dragged me away to the bathroom that I would be washed and cleaned, and could maybe escape from this party once I got out, but then I heard the man who I had not brought the drink saying "Good idea. Tie her in the bath and we can all give her a lesson in obedience"

They bound me with my hands ties to my ankles, kneeling in the tub for the rest of the night. Every man who came in to the toilet used me to piss on. Some made me suck their cocks afterwards, some put their cocks in my mouth while they did it. I threw up a couple of times, and only when I smelled of vomit was I washed down by the attendants with a shower.  

Perhaps fifteen or twenty men had already used me as a toilet, and a couple of the female guests as well, when the gorgeous guy I had planned to ride appeared. He told me to open my eyes and open my mouth, and laughed as he pissed on my face and over my tits. I was crushed by it.

But the worst was when Joe came in. He was with the old man who had been the first to have me that night, and the two of them continued to talk business as they both stood and pissed on me at the same time. They didn't even acknowledge my existence. 

I don't know how long I was there, but my hands and legs had gone numb when I was finally showered, untied and scrubbed by two of the slave boys. They washed my hair four times.

I was helped back out into the main room of the house, which was pretty trashed, and taken to my room. They dropped me on my bed. I was exhausted and my limbs were sore and my muscles ached. I didn't notice the man sitting in the chair by the window until the boys had left and he moved to stand up.

He looked down at me and said "Your master is not pleased with you."

I was confused and said "I'm sorry?" meaning 'I don't understand' but he took it in another way.

"You should be sorry, but you should also know that you should call me 'master' when you speak, slave."

I had a little defiance left in me then. I waved him away and said "I have had enough of that game. Go away"

He slapped me. It was the first time I had ever been hit by a man. I was so shocked I couldn't say anything. Suddenly I found myself in hell. He took me by the hair and dragged me to my knees, calling me a filthy whore slave hardly fit to piss on, telling me to lick his feet, then kicking me in the stomach as I grovelled before him.  He picked me up and threw me onto the bed, face down. I felt him roughly grab my ankles and he jerked my legs apart. Despite the ache in my legs I tried to struggle, but he climbed on top of me and just fucked me, first in my pussy then in my ass, then back to my pussy, and again in my ass, alternating every few dozen strokes. His hands kneaded my body hard, bruising me all over my back and hips and arms and breasts. And he raked me with his nails, leaving scratches all over me. It didn't matter that I screamed and yelled for help. No one came to my aid. It was simply a brutal rape. And all through it he kept telling me to say things, hurting me until I said what he wanted. Making me beg him to fuck my ass, plead with him to fuck my cunt, ask him to pinch my tits harder, to slap me more because I deserved it, because I was a bad slave, a dirty slut whore. He made me call myself names. He made me call him master.

When he finished he put a dog collar on me, with a lead. He gave it a yank, and hissed in my ear "If you take this off I will punish you. It will not be a gentle lovemaking like we just had tonight, I will really hurt you. Understand slave?" and when he had heard me say "Yes master" he dragged me from the bed by the leash and tied it to the rail on the balcony. I was left naked and shivering on the concrete floor for the rest of the night.

I wanted to die that night. But I didn't.

In the morning Joe came in and found me. He untied the leash, and I though he was going to take off the collar and help me up, but instead he pulled up on it, dragging me by the neck to make me stand. Then he used it to lead me into the bedroom and through to the shower. I was confused and overwhelmed again, and could only comply as he pushed me in and stepped in behind me, telling me to get clean, and to scrub between my legs. Then he told me to wash my hair. As soon as I had shampoo in my hair he bent me over and entered me, telling me to keep washing as he took me. Then he took my ass.

I had not been lubricated. After the treatment of the night before I was sore and swollen. Joe just kept fucking me despite my protests, and shouted at me "Shut up slave. I am your master, and if I want to fuck your ass I will."

He kept me naked for days. All I wore was the dog collar, and the fresh tattoo Joe had put on me, on the opposite side to the one The Boss marked me with.  The other girls did not talk to me except to give me orders, and I had to call them Mistress. They amused themselves by making me come with them to the toilet where I had to wipe their bottoms and lick them clean after they had pissed. They put a butt plug in me that had a horse tail attached and made me go around on all fours. Shauna seemed to take great delight in making me bend over at any opportunity and simply sticking a couple of fingers into my pussy, holding them there and keeping me clutching my ankles until she got bored. She would pull them out and make me suck them dry. River made me fist her every day, and liked to fuck me with a strap-on. 

It was such a sudden contrast, these people who had been my friends and who now seemed to be the only people I knew in the world had turned me into a prisoner unable to even think or question them.

Joe had changed completely. He demanded instant obedience, and punished me with nipple clamps if I hesitated to do whatever he said. On demand I had to suck his toes, or lick his ass, or give him a nipple to suck and sometimes chew, or he would sit watching the football game and have me suck his cock for the whole match. He never pissed on me again, but he made me drink my own pee, and once made me sit with my legs in the air in the bath so that when I peed it ran all over me, as he watched and laughed with Marsha. He would drag me around by the leash and make me stand and hold drinks between my tits, or bend over and have a tray on my back. And he buggered me every morning. 

After a couple of weeks, and I'm not really sure how long it was although I remember there were several parties, during some I was paraded for the guests to play with, and others I was tied out on the balcony so that they would not see me, I was woken one morning by someone pulling my legs apart and slapping something cold and wet against my pussy. Before I was properly awake a cock was slammed into me, and I found myself crushed beneath the weight of a large man who was vigorously fucking me. He laughed when I tried to respond to his thrusts, tried to grip him with my pussy and tentatively caressed him. I wanted to make it good for him, to be a good fuck, because I was scared of what he might do otherwise. He grunted "You like the cock in you? You like the fuck" and I replied enthusiastically "Yes Master, please fuck me, fuck me with your lovely big cock!"

He laughed even more, and pulled out. He touched my hip and I knew I had to roll over, and put my ass in the air. "You want ass fuck?" he said. His accent was heavy, Germanic.

I know I said "Please Master, yes fuck my ass."

Then he said "I fuck your ass because I want to, not because you like."

He wasn't any more brutal than Joe had been. 

When he made me suck him next I put every effort into my work I swallowed his come and then licked his balls as he commanded. He laughed again and patted my head. "Good slave" he said, and left me there. I felt pleased with myself. And then I was disgusted by the thought.

The next day I was on a plane to somewhere, I don't know where. I was on my way to a Meeting, to be sold.

Joe had given me over to his agent, the man with the German accent, with a last soft and gentle kiss. He touched my nipple and said "I never told you how much I bought you for from The Boss. Well you were a bargain. You have been a very profitable piece of merchandise for me, Mr Handsome paid handsomely for your ass, and all the others who fucked you paid well too, and I'm sure you'll make a good profit on the block. I am nearly sorry to see you go." 

I had begged him not to sell me, to keep me, I told him I would be good and do whatever he wanted. As I lay naked on the floor of the private jet, masturbating with a champagne bottle for the entertainment of the German and his friends, I kept thinking over Joe's reply. "I know you would do anything for me. That's why I'm selling you. You are a slave at heart. But you need to be sold on a block so that you know it."



Life Sentence Ch. 04



In this chapter Penny tells of the worst time she had as a slave before Michael bought her. There is some detail of violent and abusive behaviour, which I think is appropriate in context. You have been warned...

*

It was late. I was tired, Penny was exhausted. When I bought her at the Meeting six months before she was almost catatonic. She had hardly spoken a word since and now her throat was sore with the effort of telling me her story. We needed to sleep, but the following morning I instructed her to continue.

I had thought that it was me that had taken her to her first Meeting, but I was wrong. There had been so many girls that I had sold on behalf of The Boss it was easy to forget. In fact Penny had been sold to a Los Angeles pimp known as Hollywood Joe, who broke her and sent her for sale in a Meeting in Paraguay. 

I remembered that Meeting, although I had not seen her there. It was on a ranch way out in the country with its own landing strip and a range of huge barns where the girls were auctioned. The Committee had organised a fantastic barbecue feast, and I had brought back an Irish red-head for The Boss. 

Penny had not had such a good time. 

The German agent who was selling her for Joe had three friends on the plane, all Reps or Players like himself. These were hard men used to dealing in flesh; meat market traders. Penny wasn't a girl to them, she was a fucktoy and a chance for a profit. 

On the flight down they had made her perform various acts with fruit, bottles, a double ended dildo and a hairbrush. They had each also used her in every orifice. Once they landed the German had taken her for registration, and the Unbroken Circle tattoo on her wrist. A permanent reminder to her that she was now forever bound into this world of slavery. If she tried to leave she would be hunted down. If she was lucky they would only kill her. 

Penny was cleaned up, dressed in a sheer fabric tunic that concealed nothing, and instructed in how to stand a move on the block. She was told that it was in her interest to be as attractive as possible. As the German put it "Men don't damage things they pay big money to get. You make a good price then maybe your new master will be good to you."

Penny gave a dry laugh when she told me that. I asked her why she laughed, and she said "The man who bought me had billions. I cost less than his dry cleaning bill for the year. He wasn't worried about me depreciating in value. But he did want to get his money's worth"

She went on "He was a Florida hotel man. He smuggled me back into the US with a passport belonging to a girl from Arizona that he had brought down with him. That's how my name got changed. I suppose it was part of the dehumanising process, cutting me off from myself He mostly called me "slave" in private, but in company I had to answer to "Denise". The original Denise had been sold in Paraguay a few turns before me. I saw her on the block as I waited for my turn. Poor girl hadn't a clue what was happening to her. When they put her on the block and pulled off her tunic she tried to cover herself up. So they bound her wrists and hauled her into the air to let the auctioneer spin her round and show her off. She wet herself and fainted. She still made a good price though. Fresh meat.

Anyway, I ended up in Miami as personal servant to Mr R. I just called him Master. In many ways he wasn't bad. He never beat me. I just had to keep the house tidy and be available for sex in any position or orifice at any time. It was rare that he would want to fuck more than twice a day, so really it seemed not so bad a situation. But it didn't last. He was bored with me in a month, and he sent me to work in one of his brothels. It was a place with high standards, a top notch hotel, everything clean and all the girls good looking, well dressed and healthy, and all with the dolphin tattoo on their right side. Some had Circles as well, but we never spoke about that. Girls never had more than two customers a day, unless they were doing a group thing. I settled into that life, not happy, but coming to terms with it. 

That wasn't easy though, especially on my birthday. I was nineteen, lying naked with my pussy shaved and vibrating egg buzzing in my ass while a fat retired car salesman on Viagra tried to make himself come by getting me to call him "Daddy" as he fucked me. Later that evening I was given to a couple. I usually hated doing couples. The women were always jealous and spiteful, even when they tried to hide it. This one didn't try. 

She was in her twenties, her husband much older - a second wife trying to keep her husband amused by playing out his fantasies. She kept talking the whole time, telling us both what to do, praising her husband and flattering him, asking him what he would like, and telling him how much she liked seeing him fuck this slut. She lay with her legs open and had me lick her pussy while her husband took me from behind, keeping up a tirade of "Lick me bitch, that's it you dirty slut, put your tongue in me, come on whore, move your ass when my husband fucks you, that's it, fuck her cunt darling while she licks mine out!" and so on. She took great pleasure in guiding him into my ass, and lay on the bed with her face an inch away from mine spitting her words at me "You're getting a good ass fucking now bitch, and you are going to suck him clean after, you dirty whore."

It wasn't a great birthday. Still, I had started to make friends with the other girls, and that night after hours we had a little party. But then it all changed again. I was put on a bus for Detroit with three other girls and a football team. They had made up four "fuckstations" at the back seats, and they gang banged us the whole way. Those guys are fit. Serious stamina and power in those thighs. I thought I would never walk again. 

In Detroit we were handed over to Madame Gene at the Cherryville Hotel. Again she seemed nice, although the second day we were there she had one of the other girls I came up with tied to a table and thrashed until she bled. Gina had complained about a client being too fat, and he had complained to Madame. All the girls had to watch. The lesson stuck. 

In Cherryville I got another tattoo, and once a week I had to report to Madame Gene to lick her pussy. She liked girls with real tits. She also liked to watch her girls getting fucked by black men. 

Thinking back on it, neither The Boss nor Joe Armandene ever had a black guy at a party. In Miami the clientèle were 99 percent white, mostly retirees and local big wigs Half the guys on the football team on the bus were black, but then again in Detroit it was only a few clients. We were in a white neighbourhood, pretty conservative and typically hypocritical. Clients never want to think too much about what a girl has done before, although knowing she is a whore gives them licence to do whatever they want, but I suspect that a lot of the clients there really didn't want to think about putting their cocks in a pussy that had just been fucked by a black guy."

I was struck by what Penny said. It never occurred to me that racism was so rampant in the prostitution business. But she was right. The Boss was quite openly racist, and would never want to have sex with a girl who had "gone black". He was as phobic about it as he was about anything anal. And I supposed that Joe's Hollywood party gang probably didn't include a diverse racial mix -- how many black actors or producers are there in LA? I had no beef about it. I understood the attraction of all sorts of variations in women, had slept with every kind I could, and was happy to watch mixed race porn, or live shows. There is something exciting about the contrast of skin. What chilled me a little was that as her narrative continued I started to get turned on by the things she described, but Penny had no hint of excitement. To her this was just raw fact. Raw and unpleasant. I began to feel bad about being aroused. 

Penny went on "So while just about all of the Johns were white, Madame Gene had half a dozen coloured guys that she regularly set up a scene with, while she sat and watched and a girl licked her out. I had done that a few times, and saw the other girls role playing as teachers taking on two bad boy students, or housewives getting their plumbing fixed, lost hitch-hikers finding a cabin in the woods for the night, and Southern belles taking revenge on strict daddy by playing with the coachman. Madame would brief the man, or men, on what she wanted to see, and sometimes direct things in the scene. 

The first time I was on as a performer she had me dressed up as a school girl. Three men came in and I knelt in the middle and sucked them all. Then one of them picked me up and held me in mid air while the other two pulled off my skirt and panties. He was a huge guy, I think he moved furniture for a living. 

Once I was bare below he just lifted me onto his cock and then bounced me up and down on it like a doll. The other two were standing wanking as they watched, and after a minute or two they called time on the big guy, and lifted me off. I was made to ride one of them as he sat on a chair, me facing his feet, facing Madame. 

The other guy stripped me of my blouse then. No bra of course. Madame liked seeing pale tits being rubbed by dark hands, and the two men shared that task as I rode one and sucked the other. 

The girl kneeling half-naked in front of Madame was doing a good job, and I saw she was coming just as the guy on the chair lifted me off him and said "Your turn, man"

The third guy pulled me up, turned me round and moved sideways so Madame could get a good view of my tits hanging down as he bent me over to enter me from behind. I had one hand on the back of the chair, and number two was squeezing and pulling on my nipples, when the big guy stepped up to take my mouth. 

I had taken larger cocks before, and in Miami I had learned to deep - throat a man without gagging, but the way he did it was different He just pushed his whole cock into me, right into my throat, and held it there. My nose was crushed against his stomach, his hands had a strong grip on my head, and his friend was holding my waist and pounding my pussy. 

I began to run out of air. I started to struggle, to try to breathe, and I felt his grip tighten. I was scared, scared he would crush my skull, scared I would choke and die. They were laughing as I flailed against him. I thought of trying to bite him but I couldn't do it. He had my jaw painfully locked open, and in any case the vision of having his bloody detached penis stuck in my throat horrified me even as I started to black out. 

Mercifully he pulled out. I took a deep breath, gasped down another, and tried to snatch a third as I felt his fingers sink into my cheeks to force my jaw open and his cock slammed into me again. I knew there was no pint in struggling, so I tried to keep still and calm, but that wasn't what he wanted, and when your breath starts to run out there is nothing you can do. 

He must have done it to me half a dozen times before I finally collapsed. The man behind me kept fucking me the whole time. 

I was placed on a sort of padded bench, on my back with my legs spread and my feet on the floor. The men took turns fucking me. When they got close to coming they would pull out and move up to my mouth. Madame liked seeing that, a teenage white girl sucking a black cock as it pumped spunk into her mouth. 

Of course she liked watching black girls get fucked by white guys too. And watching two girls of contrasting colour together. Funny that, now that I think of it, the first time I actually got fisted was by a tiny black woman who Madame kept as a maid. 

But again that didn't last. Cherryville customers like them fresh and young, and want new girls to choose from. After a few months I was old stock, and hadn't been adopted as a regular request by any important client, so I was shipped out to Chicago."

Penny shrugged then, and and ran her hand over her left breast in an unconscious gesture. I knew it was the site of a tattoo of stars, the sign of the Rocket Club, a very expensive establishment. I was a little surprised at this development, as to be frank I would have thought that by that time Penny would have been a bit too well-used for the Rocketeers. Sometimes The Boss would sell a girl to them, but mostly they took in fresh girls; young runaways picked up by agents who knew they would fetch a good price and trafficked girls from various nations to give the members a wide range of choice. 

I remarked on this. "You don't fit the usual profile for The Rocket Club."

Penny looked startled, brought out of her memories. "No. No I wasn't typical, but they do get in some girls with peculiar talents for variety. Not many of the members wanted me to do anything with them, but they liked watching me get airlocked by the waiters, who were all built like male strippers, in the dining room after dinner.

And they liked getting new girls in to fist fuck me and lick me. I got good at getting the girls to make a good show. I felt sorry for some of them, but knew there was no hope for them, so I would talk to them and tell them what to do, and make it clear that it would be better for them if they did it right. 

I would strip them on the stage in the middle of the dining room, feel them up, kiss them, lick them, rim them, finger them if they weren't virgins, display them to the diners. Then they did the same to me, although I got them to use dildoes on me, sometimes anally, and if they had small hands, to fist me. That always went down well, some blushing, naked, half-terrified half-disgusted virgin pumping her hand in me while I was coming. 

Or I would do a lesson with a girl on the stage with one of the members, or a waiter, teaching her how to suck a man off, or how to use her pussy to clench a cock as she rode him, or lubing her up for her first anal.

The thing was, I knew it wouldn't last unless I made myself indispensable. I knew if the club sold me on it would be back to a brothel, and I didn't want that again. Madame Gene had not restricted our hours like they had in Miami. Customers could take as long as they wanted, but some days I would have six or eight men. That was bad enough, but I knew that there were many worse places. 

It didn't work. I did a good job, but the members got bored seeing my pussy get pounded, and I was told to train one of the other girls to do the show. Then Friday came round. Friday night was always a big night, the dining room would be full. I was told I was performing. 

They tied me to an X shaped frame, and wheeled me out stark naked and oiled up, freshly shaven and with a ball gag. I was scared. I had seen some girls after these sort of shows. Sometimes they were scarred for life. 

The Chairman of the club was there and introduced me. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you all know Denise, who has been entertaining us for the last few months. Well sadly the time has come for her to move on to some exciting new career opportunities (that got a laugh) but we wanted to give her a gift to remember us by, so tonight let me introduce you to Anton, The Jeweller."

"Anton was fully dressed in an old fashioned frock coat and top hat, and carried a leather doctor's bag. He took out of it some long needles, pincers and pliers, and showed them to the crowd, and to me. He started pretty tamely. I had already had my ears pierced for ordinary earrings, but he put in cuffs on the upper parts and spikes in the centre cartilage. He didn't use anaesthetic. Next he did my nose, putting in a stud, Indian style, and then he grabbed my lower lip. He put a ring in it. 

Then he started on my body. 

He began by piercing my navel. Then he did each of my nipples. Then he did my clitoris. 

The gag had muffled my screams, but once he had done all the piercings he removed it and twisted each of the bars he had inserted "To make sure they are not loose" he said. It was as I had my mouth open in a pained gasp that he reached in with forceps and grabbed my tongue. He pulled it out and I saw an enormous needle in his hand, which to great applause he plunged down through my flesh. I couldn't scream, even when he wiggled it about and then pulled it out. Then he put in the bar and finally let my tongue go. I thought it was over then as he bowed to take his applause, but he reached down and fiddled with something and I heard the familiar sound of a tattoo gun. That is when he did this."

Penny touched her right breast, which had a 'tribal style' black sun about three inches across centred on her nipple. 

I shuddered and said "That must have hurt like hell."

Penny shrugged. "Not as much as when the guy in Mexico pulled the ring out of the other one."

"Anyway," she went on "the next day I was in what you call the trunk of a car on a long trip to a place I never saw the outside of. I thought they were taking me off to the wilds to kill me and dump my body, so I was sort of relieved when I was let out in a garage and bundled into a concrete corridor. I was naked, again, with bleeding wounds and bruised and cramped from hours in a metal box being bounced around, so I hardly took in the welcoming speech given by a really thin man with lots of rings and chains. It was the usual thing though I'm sure - do as you are told and don't run away or else. I was locked up in solitary then for a couple of weeks while everything healed. I only saw the doctor who examined me every day and a girl who brought me food. Her name was Anya. She died of a drugs overdose in New York. 

They taught me to dance, and strip, and lap-dance. And of course I did 'special' shows, and 'special private dances'. I was Emo Girl in torn stripy tights and with my hair dyed blue. 

I think I was a disappointment to the management. 

The men liked my stage dancing, and the sex shows, but after the first couple of weeks it was clear that few wanted lap dances or private sessions. Most men just don't like a girl with that much metal. 

Some men do. Jimmy Razors did. He was the dealer that supplied the Dirty Dolls club with drugs. He took a shine to me. He was in The Circle, so he bought me. 

He had an apartment in New York, which was a nice place, but he had some really nasty visitors. He was no saint either. Jimmy thought it was fun to pick up homeless girls at the train station. Runaways and dreamer kids who had come to the big city and after a few days with no money, food or friends would be easy prey. He would take them home and drug them, have his way with them and let his friends gang bang them. He would only keep a girl for a couple of days, constantly stoned, then throw her out naked at night in one of the rough neighbourhoods. The girls never came back to accuse him. 

In between times he had me. And so did his friends. He had a pole in the apartment and I had to dance for them. They would also have me do lap dances, but they always ended up as 'specials' - hand jobs and blow jobs, and they could grope what they wanted. If they wanted to fuck me they had to pay. 

Then one night he took me to a party. That was unusual - I was never allowed out of the apartment. He had me in Emo gear again, with a dog collar and lead. It was a loft apartment, like the one The Boss took me to the night he had me gang banged and sold to Hollywood Joe. It might even have been the same place. There were loads of people there with their 'pets'. Most in full rubber or leather gear, some simply naked. It was a weird scene. People played party games, or made their slaves play. They had races for pets with their legs bound, or on all fours. They had rubber rings that fit over erect penises which girls had to transfer with their teeth to other men. They had inflatable swimming pools ten feet across for water sports and scat. I was glad my master was not into that. 




Life Sentence Ch. 04



However he was interested in showing me off in a pole dancing competition. Which I lost. I did my best because I knew the stakes. I was handed over to another owner. 

This one was another drug dealer, and pimp, who styled himself "Kraken". He wasn't interested in me for himself, or as a dancer. He simply wanted me to make money. He ran a deal with a street gang for 'protection' for his girls. In return the gang members got to use us for free. As the new girl on the first night I got 'put on the train'. About twenty five guys fucked me in a row. After that I was on the street. Being a street hooker is not a career choice I would recommend. We had to turn ten guys a night or we didn't get fed. Fifteen if you wanted drugs. Most of the girls were hooked on something. I stayed clean, mostly, just a little blow and sometimes coke if I could get it. But while I was there I met Anya again. She didn't look good, and she didn't last long. 

Then a moment of hope came into my life. 

The Skulls had a deal with the London Devils. I was traded in exchange for some Albanian girls they needed to hide. I was on my way back to England. Perhaps I would escape, make it home, find friends who would protect me. 

The plan was to put me on a cargo ship as part of the crew - 'Entertainments Officer.' I can guess what my duties would be. They had me on the boat, ready to go, with a fresh tattoo scab on my back when Jimmy Razor walked in. 

It turned out that the deal at the dance competition was to have me for six months, and keep what I brought in. It wasn't a sale. The drug lord who won me was not part of The Circle. He had been warned, and should have known better, but the gang leader in the Skulls didn't know. 

When Jimmy heard about my impending departure he quickly put a stop to it. I was back in his apartment in half an hour. But he didn't want to keep me. He said I stank. He said my pussy stank. He was right. I reckon more than a thousand condom covered cocks, and a few bareback, had been in me over the last five months. I had lost weight, I wasn't very clean, my hair had not been styled or cut in months, I was a mess. And I really knew what it felt like to be a whore. Numb. Uncaring. Not even desperate. Dead. 

He had his current live-in slave scrub me and tidy me up. Then he gave me one of his friends to get rid of. 

That's how I ended up in Mexico. I was there for about a year, in various brothels, mostly chained up. Some places added their mark to me. A couple of the pimps did their own tattoos. I didn't meet a lot of kindness. For the last month I was in a cage in Tijuana, getting up to thirty men a day, and thanking my lucky stars that I wasn't on the stage out front being forced to do the sort of acts that only sick tourists could laugh at. Somewhere in that time I just lost myself. I was hopeless. Truly without any hope, any idea of the future, hardly any memory of the past, and the present was a mechanical repetitious dream that didn't even register enough to be a nightmare. I was a fuck doll, I was just meat. 

They got fed up with me. Customers wanted something more. I didn't care. They tried putting me in a tub for customers to use as a toilet, but even that was no fun for them. I remember just lying there as they pissed and shat on me, wondering if this was my fate, to drown in a tub of excrement in some whorehouse back room. It was an idle thought. I really didn't care.

They hosed me down the next day and I was put in truck. I was in it for days, and then a boat, and another truck. The travelling was at least a relief from the fucking, and I began to have an appetite again, and take some interest in my surroundings. When we landed I was in the Caribbean again. Haiti. 

Haiti is a really poor place. It is pretty violent and corrupt. It is a mostly black nation, ex slaves that rebelled and broke away, and many people blame whites for their trouble. The man who had bought me was rich. He traded cannabis and cocaine and guns and women. He had two brothels in Port au Prince. One for the upper classes , one near the docks. He took one look at me as I was lead into his office and stripped off, and said "Dockside."

Then two men held me down over a table and he pressed a red hot iron on my backside. That hurt even more than the Mexican tearing my nipple. 

I remember the first couple of days there, but after that it just blurs. A white girl in the dockside brothel was a big draw. They queued up to fuck me. Soon I was gone in the head again, but the brothel keeper began to dose me with cocaine and other stuff to perk me up. He whipped me a few times too. Then he put me on "The Horse". 

It was an old vaulting horse cut down so that a girl tied down over it was at a good height for a standing man to use. It stood in the foyer of the brothel. A girl on the horse was the same price as a bottle of beer. Most girls were put there as punishment for one evening. He kept me on it for a week. The customers loved it. They really loved it that they were allowed to take me anally. Fucking the oppressor in the ass. They didn't care if I was active or not, even if I was unconscious. After about three days one of the customers complained that I was so loose that he could get his fist in my ass, which he then demonstrated. Once word got round they were queuing up again, to pose for photographs with their fists in me, ass or cunt. I became famous. They even cleaned me up one night and took me up to the posh brothel to show the customers. They had two guys fist me, and then double fuck me, both cocks in the same hole, ass and then pussy. It was a big hit. But no-one wanted to fuck me anymore. The regulars had all had me, and apart from my lack of personality I was in bad health, as well as looser than a bucket. 

I was sent off to tour the bars in the villages, with a man called Jesus who would tell a story about me being a zombified French Princess, and get me to bend over to show off my brand and my ass. He used to put a plantain into it, and two bananas in my pussy. Sometimes men would pay to fuck me, or fist me, mostly they wanted to face fuck me, so the tour made money I suppose. But once I had done the rounds of the island there was no further use for me. My owner had a number of girls he wanted to trade, so I was bundled off with them and ended up at a Meeting again. And you bought me, and here we are."

I sat in silence for a while looking at her as she knelt on the floor before me. I was filled with disgust. Primarily at the things that had been done to her, the inhumane but sadly not inhuman treatment she had endured. Disgust also at the thought of the thousands who had come in her, sweated on her, pissed on her, defecated on her. She was clean now, smelled fine, but even so the image horrified me. Disgust also that she let it happen to her. I tried to suppress that, I knew it wasn't her fault, she was caught in a web that I myself had helped to weave, and which I now was also stuck to, but her servile passivity gave me the creeps. What, I wondered, should I say or do now?

I decided that whatever sympathy I may feel there was a reality to our situation. My sympathy had lead me to buy her when it looked like she was on her way to a Russian snuff film set. Now my life was on the line as well. The Committee were powerful people. They control the press, governments, law enforcement. They own telecoms and Internet providers, news agencies and oil wells, arms and computer and aircraft manufacturers, drug (legal and illegal) companies, car plants and airlines. Members of The Circle could call on resources that made the Tong and the Mafia look like playground gangs in junior school. 

I was not comfortable being her owner, her master. I had always been in the shallow end of this business, an agent for The Boss. Yes I bought and sold girls at Meetings for him, and I helped him find and seduce young women, but it had all seemed to be a clean and glamorous game until I saw Penny and let sympathy ruin my life. 

If she was now thinking of revenge, or had the idea that because I had been decent to her I would allow her freedom, I had to quash that hope. If she ran, or tried to expose them, or did something at a Meeting or elsewhere that could be seen as rebellion, then we would both be killed. 

So I had to tell her. 

"You know I never realised before how nasty things could get for a girl once she was brought in to The Circle. I have only seen the high end. You also know that I have never been comfortable about the idea of owning you. But as far as The Committee are concerned, I do. For anything you do I am held responsible, because they assume you would only do something I told you to do. They have ordered me never to free you or sell you. And they have ordered me to take you to any Meeting I attend, and to take you to The Red Room there, where Madam Rouge can command you to do anything or have anything done to you. You understand?"

Penny looked up at me and said "Yes master, I know that you only keep me because you have to. I am grateful that you have been so kind."

"I am, I hope, a pretty tolerant and fair person. And since we are going to have to keep company for the rest of our lives, now that you are talking again I think we need to set some ground rules. It seems to me that you had little choice about a lot of what happened to you. You were deceived and under direct threat of violence as well as under restraint. Well I will try to be honest with you, I am not a violent man, and I don't think I can keep you chained or confined for the next seventy years, so some freedom is the only sensible way forward. But you need to understand this. I have to be able to produce you for inspection on demand from any member of The Committee. If I don't the hunt is on for you. If you run, the hunt is on. 

"Do not imagine you would not be found. Do not think the authorities would help you. If you go to the cops they will hear of it - it will be flagged up on computers, any reports to departments dealing with trafficking and vice, and international law enforcement are monitored. In 24 hours all record of your existence will be gone, and so would you. If you are lucky they will kill you. Most likely you will be handed over to the tender mercies of Madame Rouge at the next Meeting. You can guess how merciful she would be."

Penny shuddered. 

I had a hard tone to my voice when I said "You are right to shudder, girl. Indeed I should say 'slave'. Neither of us should ever forget it. I may not beat you for no reason, but if you endanger me I will punish you."

Penny's eyes were downcast as she said "Yes master"

"So we are going to this Meeting next week. You will accompany me at all times. You will be dressed appropriately as I demand, and you will assist me. But I won't sell you, and I won't let others use you, except in the Red Room. I expect you to be useful, and respectful, and you will be no use to me if you get scared and go back to being like you have been these last months. I won't put up with that, but I understand why you were like that, so I will try to ensure that it won't happen again. Some bad things may be done to you, and I will be forced to let them, but I will stop what I can, and you won't have to bear it for long. Now we had better take you shopping for some better clothes, come on."

"Yes, Master"

There was a new tone to her voice as she said that, I could not pin it down. I thought for a moment, and said, "Only call me master in private, and of course at all times at Meetings. But you had better call me Michael in public."

"Yes, Master."

That tone again. Was it hope? Pride? Love? We would have to see how this developed.  



Life Sentence Ch. 05



There are some very strange businesses in California. Places that cater to the sex industry in various discrete ways. One of the first things I had done after I bought her was to take Penny to a shop that specialised in all sorts of spy equipment, for private eyes, voyeurs and people who wanted to keep an eye on their servants. They also did a no-questions-asked service of inserting subcutaneous tracking devices in slaves. 

I had also made use of several medical services that specialised in private treatment of sex and bondage related injuries. I had most of Penny's tattoos lasered, her scars abraded and smoothed, skin grafts where necessary, and surgical repair to her torn nipple and ruined vagina and anus. Her teeth had been in a dreadful state, and her hands and feet bore damaged nails. Her skin and hair had not taken too long to improve, but all in all it had cost a fair bit. 

Thinking about it I recalled that in the course of all this medical treatment it had been established that she was now sterile. There was evidence that she had been pregnant at least once, but the scarring from physical abuse and damage from various STD's made it more than just unlikely she would ever get pregnant again. 

Penny had not mentioned pregnancy in her tale, and I wondered about that. I would ask her later. 

But for now we were in the car on the way to do some clothes shopping and I thought it best to remind her of the implant. "You realise that I can only bring you out like this because of the tracker device you have. You remember about it, don't you?" I said to her "That device is for your safety you know. I am not sure that The Committee trusts me. They tolerate sentiment from 'Gentlemen' members, but not in Players or Reps. By showing them that I have you tracked at all times they will be happy enough if I let you out on your own. They know I can fetch you back if you get lost. They could also simply ask for the frequency and the code- they could use it to find you if they wanted to. I just thought I should remind you. "

"Thank you, Master. I had forgotten, but I wasn't thinking of running away. It is good to know you can find me if I get lost."

"Yes, well," I said, discomfited by this remark, "Now let's get you some decent clothes."

I had not paid much attention to what I had got her to wear in the last few months. After the surgery I had thought loose clothing would be best, and all I really wanted was something to cover her up. So I had bought a load of jogging suits and basic underwear and tee-shirts, and that had been her daily attire. 

Now I was going to take her out in public, so I needed to do something to make her look less like a care home inmate. 

Always start with the foundations, they say, so I had her try on various pieces of lingerie to show me. It was the first time I had seen her that uncovered in some months. There was a big change in her. 

When I bought her she was a dreadful mess, ill fed, unkempt and covered in scars, marks, bruises, boils, tattoos and burns. While some marks remained, and some scars, she was now at least fit and trim, her skin in generally good condition, with an all over tan, and her hair was glossy. Her hands were soft and manicured, and she had a little light make-up. 

When she came out of the changing booth in a white lace bra and high cut knickers I gave a genuine whistle of appreciation. 

"Ok," I said "we'll take those. Show me something else."

Penny preened. 

For the next half hour or so she paraded outfit after outfit, and did so in a very sexy fashion. I was amazed, as well as pleased. 

Then we went on to dresses, tops, skirts, a suit, tight jeans and tee-shirts, shoes and accessories. It cost a fortune, but it was well worth it. She looked great, and her confidence grew with each outfit. 

I liked that. A long time ago I realised that I didn't like adult dogs because they are servile. I felt the same way about women. Penny had been abused so badly she had lost all will of her own, and that had been both disturbing and slightly disgusting. 

Now she was more alive, and while I sensed she was keen to please, she was less nervous about it. It wasn't fear of me, or general servility. She seemed happy. 

I had to return to work, so I sent her home in the car with instructions for the driver to pick me up later. 

My work is unusual. I look after things. My boss, (The Boss, as I refer to him, because he would kill me if I named him) is a very rich man. He owns hotels, a computer parts company, two yachts, a private jet, an island in the Caribbean, and usually six or ten girls at a time. Of course his legitimate business staff don't deal with the girls. I look after that. 

I organise the sex parties (sometimes with Joe Hollywood to help). I trade the girls at Meetings. I help him find and seduce girls, organise romantic events or people like Jana and Chris to help with the seduction. I make his complex sex life work. I have a wide range of contacts with people in the sex industry, and more shady characters. If someone needs to be supplied with the right powder or needs a sudden trip abroad without bothering those nice people at customs, or any missing persons agency, I look after it. 

I am well paid, and the fringe benefits are good. I live in a penthouse suite in a one of The Boss's hotels, with full service. When I travel it is usually by private plane, and five star accommodation all the way. Until now I never thought I was a bad guy. 

I had to sort out flights for the trip to The Meeting. This time it was in Thailand. I needed to get several of The Boss's girls together, from Jamaica, New York, and Seville as well as arrange for myself and Penny. I would have to brief her on what to do as well, of course. I knew the etiquette. Slaves had to be identifiable as such. I would have to get her a collar, or wrist bands, or something. 

On my way home I thought of what would happen to the girls when I sold them. I had never really thought of that before. I wasn't comfortable. 

Penny was wearing one of the outfits we had bought. She had organised to have the table set, and a cocktail ready for me - a Moscow Mule, one of my favourites. 

She offered to order dinner, and to run a bath for me. It was a little bizarre. After months of her silent passive presence, suddenly here was a quite lively young woman being helpful and considerate. 

I went for a bath after glancing at the menu, and lay in the warm water thinking. 

If I quit, what could I do? I had money in the bank, could comfortably retire, and as long as The Committee didn't feel I was a threat, I could live out my life with Penny as a companion and maybe personal assistant for ever. 

But what would I do? What should I do?

Penny came in with a top up for the Mule. She took the soap and began to rub my shoulders and back. I let her wash me, and massage me as she did so. She was working on my feet when I finally said "You are very good at that."

"Thank you Master."

"Can you type? Use a computer? Take shorthand?"

She shook her head "Not shorthand, but I can use a computer and type a bit. I used one in school, but I didn't do secretarial stuff."

I asked her "Would you like to learn?"

"If it would be useful to you, Master"

"Hmmm." I said. "Before all this happened to you, you must have had ideas about what you were going to do with your life. I suspect that being a secretary wasn't among them. What did you want to do?"

Penny looked pensive, and a little distressed for a moment, before saying "Before my mother died I had wanted to go to university to study French, and become a teacher. But that was just because Mum was a teacher, and we holidayed in France every year. I really don't know now. But I would like to help you, if I can. Not just because you, well, own me. I realised yesterday when I had told you my story that my life has changed. I, I... "

She stuttered to silence. 

"What were you going to say?" I asked. 

"Forgive me Master, I was forgetting myself ."

"Now Penny, none of that. Tell me what you were thinking."

She glanced at me and I was saddened to see a little fear in her look, but she spoke quietly "I trust you, Master. You are not like the others. You bought me because you were sorry for me, without knowing anything about me. I know I am a slave. I know I will never be free, that The Circle cannot be broken and The Committee cannot be avoided. But I believe that you will look after me. I am safe. And you deserve my service. Because you are a good man."

I looked at her for several seconds then, taking this in, reading her expression. She meant it. She was a willing servant, not a beaten slave. And she thought I was a good man? I had to question that. "Penny, I helped The Boss seduce you. I arranged the party where I had sex with you and so did twenty other guys, and you were sold to Joe. I know what Joe does, I have worked with him for years. How can you think I am a good man?"

"Because you didn't know what would happen to me. You didn't sell me on to a brothel in Mexico or a drug dealer in New York. You bought me to keep me from a man who would have done bad things to me. You said he was a bondage and torture film maker. Okay, The Boss fooled me, and Hollywood Joe used me and manipulated me, but right up to the point where he chained me up I could have left. I could have walked away. I didn't have to take on Mr Handsome, or do threesomes with Marsha, or Jana, or Chris. I did those things because they were fun. You aren't to blame."

"But you know what I do." I said "You know I am going to this Meeting to sell women, and buy others. I'm part of that trade. And you are offering to help me."

She was thoughtful then. Eventually she said in a quiet voice "Yes, Master. But you still mean well. You look after the girls you buy for The Boss. You hope the ones you sell go to good masters. You cannot free them, you cannot stop the trade. You help them. And I saw it that you were disgusted by what had happened to me. You were turned on when I told you the sexy stories at the start, but not by the stories later on. There are some men who would be excited by those stories. You were not. And you were not disgusted by me. You were understanding. That's when I knew I could trust you. You don't want to own me, and you never really treat me as if you do own me."

I thought about that. "I suppose you are right, a bit. But I have demanded you do things in the past. I made you give me blow jobs."

"Yes. But not like an owner. Not like a john in in a brothel. I wasn't even a human being to them."

"So if I ordered you to jump in this tub and ride me until I came, right now, you would do it, because you are grateful, and you wouldn't feel used?"

Penny looked down and blushed, she said softly "If you wanted me to do that I would be happy to do it. I have been horny since last night, and when you whistled at me this morning... Did you mean it?"

"Yes."

Penny stood up and started to strip. She did it in a straightforward way, not camping it up, not playing, but keeping eye contact with me. It was very sexy. She stepped into the tub and put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Her breasts were right before my eyes. On the right the dark sun tattoo highlighted her nipple, on the left I noticed the nipple looked almost perfect - the repair had been a success. I kissed it. 

Penny breathed in sharply. She held her position while I sucked on it gently, then transferred to the tattooed side. 

She shuddered. She dropped a hand to take my cock, which was fully erect, and guide it into herself. She went slowly, dropping down, her breasts slipping over my wet chest. She took just the tip in at first, then a little more, rising and falling, pushing down slowly, her breathing deep and throaty, her cheek against mine. 

When she had settled all the way down she shuddered again, and dropped her chin to my shoulder. She whispered "Thank you Master."

I managed to say "What for?"

She rode up and slid down again, and at back to look at me. "For wanting me. No one has wanted me in a long time. For being the first." She pushed down. "The first since my operation."

I has forgotten that, and asked "Are you ok?"

She laughed "Oh yes. All fine. How is it for you?"

"Good. Very good." I said and then grunted as she squeezed me. 

"I have been doing my exercises every day."

I could feel her grip as she pulled up. "Good girl." I said. 

She almost giggled with girlish delight, and said "Oh thank you Master."

She grabbed my face and kissed me, then looked at me in surprise. I thought it was probably a long time since she had done that. I leaned to kiss her back, a friendly kiss, reassuring her that I was not offended. She turned it into something with passion, and began to ride me seriously. 

The bath was not large enough. When Penny leaned back there was nowhere for her legs to go. I looked at her struggling and said "Out, let's go to the bed."

I lifted her off me, and climbed out after her, and chased her into the bedroom. I caught her by the bed and swung her round to land on it open legged. Her hairy pussy was just in front of me, and I bent my head to lick it. She was instantly breathless.  

There is nothing to compare to the taste of a clean pussy. In between flicking her clit with my tongue and licking her up and down, I used my fingers to gently probe her. I knew she had needed a lot of work to repair her there, and I could feel a scar line inside her, but she was wet and responsive and tight enough, and tasted fresh and sweet. She screamed as she came. 

I moved up to hold her and she grabbed me fiercely, saying "Please take me, take me again, Master"

I easily slid into her, and her hips rose to meet me. She kissed me as I began to shaft her deeply, going for my own orgasm, feeling her arms and legs around me, her tits against my chest, her hands pulling me down into her, her pulsing, clenching pussy on my cock. This was no mechanical fuck, not even a fun ride, for her this was desperate longing, absolute submission, open and free passion of a sort I have never known. This girl wanted me, wanted me to come in her, wanted me to be inside her, wanted me to come in her, wanted to give me herself. It was an intoxicating feeling. I had power over his girl, not just her body but all of her being, and I was fucking her deeply, making her come, driving her breathing and her heart, my cock was the centre of her existence, my orgasm would be an act of final possession.

I came in her. 

Sometimes when I come it is all over in a flash. But sometimes, when I am relaxed and with a woman I can trust enough to let go, it can reduce me to a quivering, panting, crying heap. It doesn't happen often. It happened then. 

I don't know what I said. I know she held me and caressed me, and rocked me gently. I was adrift on a soft sea of naked flesh, warmth and affection. As I came back to reality I found myself dragging myself up onto my elbows, looking down on her. She was smiling. 

"Thank you, Penny."

"Thank you, Master."

"You mean that, don't you?" I asked. "Not just the thanks, but the 'Master' bit."

"Yes Master. I'm yours. Always."

I was strangely warmed by that, although unsure what to say. I settled for "Did you enjoy that?"

Penny smiled shyly. "Yes Master."

"Good. Now you must be starving, because I certainly am." I said. 

She almost panicked, anxious that she had not anticipated my hunger, that she should have fed me first, had dinner waiting. I teased her a little, but not too much, until I rolled off her laughing and let her go to bring in the trolley the kitchen had sent up. She had ordered well, some of my favourite dishes, and we chatted as we ate. 

The issue of the disparity in power in this relationship still caught me at times. I wanted to know more about her life before she came to Jamaica, and she chatted away about England, her absent father, her mother dying, the friends she had left, but every now and then she called me 'Master' and each time it slightly surprised me. However on thinking about it I realised that she did not overuse the 'M' word, and it was a natural part of her speech. She said it like she might say 'father' or 'lover' or 'husband'. To her it meant security, a strange freedom, a giving up of responsibility and worry. 

I was the one who had to worry. 

She slept in my bed that night. 

I had thought I should send her to her room, but as we talked she had begun to massage my feet again, and then my legs and back and then when I got an erection again, she wanked me and sucked me and rode me, and sucked me again until I came, and she wrapped me in her arms and a duvet. 

I woke in the dark and found her sleeping. I could not bring myself to wake her. I lay and worried for a while. She woke me in the morning with breakfast. 

I had made decision. 

Over breakfast I told her "I want out of this business. I can't do this any more."

She looked at me and said "But Master, you told me that The Committee were worried that when you bought me it was because you were going soft, that you were a security risk. If you leave The Boss now, won't they think the same thing?"

"Yes. Which is why I'm not doing it immediately. Maybe I can get The Boss to fire me for some other reason, something The Committee would understand. I could even apply to be a Player, then just drop away, not trade. But first we have to get through the next Meeting. We have to go, and I have to take you to the Red Room. They have to see that I treat you as a slave, that you know your place and they must believe that I am still one of them. Then I can figure out a way to quit."

"Master," she said with a tremor in her voice "I'm afraid to go back. I might let you down."

"You won't. I know how to play this, whatever you do I can work around. But you know I may have to be cruel. And I will have to put you in a collar again. And I had better get used to calling you 'slave'. So get your ass dressed slave, we are going shopping again."

"Yes, Master."



Life Sentence Ch. 06



Our second shopping trip in two days brought us to a quite different range of clothing stores. There are plenty of fetish gear places trading quite openly these days, but I wanted a bespoke service. Romanov's was the only place to go. 

Two hours and several thousand Dollars later, all was measured and ordered. Two days for delivery on the custom stuff and alterations, but they had a fair selection of off the shelf equipment. Still, I liked the idea of ancestor case, so I would get it all delivered neatly packaged. 

Penny had seed to enjoy the fitting process, and trying on the various outfits. Romanov had looked approvingly at her when after he measured her up and had been about to place a collar on her to try for size she had politely stopped him and said "Please, my Master should be the one to place the collar on me."

I had laughed and said "Quite right, slave, bring it here," and I snapped it in place. I thought she was going to cry, although she was smiling. 

In the car she was quite chatty about the morning's shopping, and kept raising her hand tingling the collar. I asked her if it was chaffing, or too tight, and she laughed. "No Master, it is perfect. Thank you. But Master I was thinking, there is another thing that ought to be done."

I asked "What do you need to do?"

She shook her head. "Not me Master. You need to do this before the Meeting. You should put your mark on me."

I was stunned. But she was right. I had owned her for six months, and had most of her previous owners marks removed, but had not marked her as mine. I didn't even have an idea of a mark to use. I had never owned a girl before. Nor wanted to. And had never thought of having one tattooed with a sign of my ownership. I stumbled over my words. "Oh yes. Yes I should. Oh. Well. Ah. Well, since I haven't got a mark, ah. Yes. Well, since it is for you, have you any suggestions? Anything you would like?"

Penny laughed, that lovely light mellifluous laugh. "Oh Michael. Oh. Sorry, Master. I don't think many girls have ever been asked that."

"No," I said ruefully "probably not."

"But thank you for asking Master. If it pleases you I will be pleased to wear your mark, whatever you choose."

"Well it would be best done today. Give it at least a few days to heal. We'll go to Fragard's."

Gerome Fragard is a genius with ink. He is also very discrete. He often attends Meetings, and marks up fresh girls, some have to be restrained or drugged so they don't struggle and ruin his lines. In California he has a very respectable studio, film stars and rock stars, and their groupies, were commonly among the clientèle. 

In the studio we took a private changing room and Penny stripped off. I looked at her body in a wholly new way. Gerome came in and joined my inspection. 

"Good gods, man, what the fuck has happened here?" he said, pointing at the graft patch over where her brand had been. "And this is a fucking mess. Jesus what butcher did that?" he pointed out places where the laser treatment had not been successful. "Fuck man there had been some bad ink here. Apart from the tit job. Looks like Anton, yeah? So what can I do for you?"

I told him. "This girl is a recent purchase. She was badly marked up, so I have had some work done to clean up the mess, but I haven't decided on my own mark yet. I was thinking of something here." I pointed at the place were The Boss had once had his little flower tattoo. There were some visible traces. "Something to obliterate that."

Penny smiled. 

We discussed options, he produced books of photos and designs, and we looked at other problem areas on Penny's skin. The 'Dirty Dolls' tramp stamp and the Devils' mark had been difficult to shift, although the crude Bunny head and the dolphin had both faded well. Gerome of course suggested a vast project covering everything with interconnected pieces of his art, and to keep him happy I agreed, but had to focus him back on the initial spot. 

"Why not a monogram? Stylised initials? A nice gothic black M?"

I glanced at Penny. She was smiling again. 

In the car later she made a suggestion, and we went back to Romanov's. Some alterations to her outfits were made, and a new collar ordered, this one engraved with a copy of Gerome's creation. The cuffs I had ordered were also to be marked. 

I had work to do, so sent Penny home, but when I got in later I was pleasantly surprised. 

Penny had been to the hotel spa, and talked to the beautician there. Light make up subtly blended covered her marks. She was wearing her collar and a plaster over her new mark, and nothing else. She was setting the table, and turned to smile at me as I entered. She came over to take my jacket and said "I ordered you a pastis this evening, and steak if that is ok, Master."

"Sounds fine, and I'm not complaining, but why no clothes tonight?"

"You didn't leave me instructions about how to dress, Master, and I thought since you might need me naked at the Meeting I should practice the make-up and so on. Do I look presentable, Master?"

She turned slowly so I could inspect her. She looked good. I said so and she preened "I am glad Master that I won't embarrass you."

I insisted she eat dinner with me, although she tried to suggest that she should not sit as an equal to me. I stopped her. "No Penny, we will not be equal, but I do not want you overdoing this submissive thing. There are men who drive women into that submission by threat of pain, I am not one of those. There are women who adopt that position through some masochistic urge - I don't want to encourage or indulge that in you. If we go to the Red Room with you acting like a sub they will treat you that way - whips and watersports and all that. I won't have that. So, respect and obedience, yes, but self respect too. I want to be proud to be your owner, so make me proud - be strong and beautiful."

"I will try, Master."

"So you are responsible for how you dress, and groom yourself. I will not be giving you instructions every day, although I might make suggestions for some occasions. I do expect you to display your regard for me however, by looking well. Choice of food too is up to you. You have done well the last two nights, so carry on. I don't expect you to always eat what I do. Order as you please for yourself. Understood?"

"Yes Master."

"Now I am tired. So I having a bath, and then sleeping. You may join me if you wish."

The next few days were hectic as I prepared for the upcoming Meeting, and then we travelled. There were seven on the jet, two long flights with a stop over for fuel in Hawaii. The five girls knew what was coming - they all had circles on their wrists. I had bought them for The Boss over the previous two years, and they had been placed in Aspen, Jamaica, LA and London. Two were red heads, one blonde, the others Mediterranean dark haired girls, one French one Italian. They remained dressed until we left Hawaii, when Penny asked me if I would mind if she got them ready for the Meeting, and would I like the girls to entertain me. 

She marshalled them to stand naked before me, and start playing with each other and themselves. She chose the blonde to strip her off and made her finger herself, bent over the chair on front of me, so I could see her matching pale bush opened up to reveal the pale pink folds within. Penny directed the two brunettes to strip me and suck my cock. And then backed the blond onto my lap. The red heads were placed on each side of me so I could finger fuck one with each hand and take turns sucking their tits, and Penny had the spare pair of dark girls to herself. She had the Italian kneel to lick her out while she kissed the French girl, playing with her tits and finger fucking her. 

We all drank champagne after. It was a party, and the girls rolled on, pairing off as Penny demanded, doing what she said. By the end of the flight my cock had been in the pussy and mouth of every one of the girls, I had sucked all their nipples, and had a thoroughly good time. 

I had never done that before. These women were in my charge but not mine. I was acting like an owner. But it was Penny who directed it. In the limo from the airport one of the red heads rode me while the other sat over my face so I could lick her out. I was a little wobbly in the legs as we booked in to the Meeting. 

This time it was in a palace. A country retreat built by some prince five hundred years ago, and still in private hands. I don't know who owned it, but it was stocked with servant girls and boys, and security guards who were all obviously permanent staff. I heard that it was run as a club, for locals who wanted to keep up the old traditions. As a Rep my suite had only three rooms and the bath was barely big enough for six. 

I went through the Meeting mechanically. Over the next three days Penny was always at my side, my monogrammed collar, wrist and ankle cuffs on discrete display. She carried a tablet PC and my phone, making notes and keeping quiet. I referred to her as 'Girl' whenever I referred to her at all. I sold each of the girls to different dealers, Players, Reps and Gentlemen. I hoped they would be looked after. One I knew was destined for porn, and would probably be ok. I worried about the little blonde though. The man who bought her was a Rep from South Africa. I didn't know for sure but he was rumoured to deal in weapons and he had brought several village girls from the Congo. Goodness knows where that little girl would end up. 

I bought three Thai girls, a Chinese Malay, and pair of Sinhalese cousins. A Filipino girl rounded off my exotic selection. All virgins. The Boss would be pleased. I found myself thinking unkindly about that. 

Of course we had to go to the Red Room. I decided to go on the last night. First night was always crowded, full of girls to sell. Second night was usually the most extreme - people were there for the experience, pushing the edges. Last night was a quieter crowd, people showing off new purchases, and breaking them in. Owners would bring girls who they had bought and ravaged to display, and to force into public submission. It could be rough, but usually it wasn't too extreme. I hoped that in that atmosphere we would get off lightly, and the crowd would have so many to play with that our ordeal would be brief. 

However when we got there we were intercepted by the maitre de. "Ah, Madame has been expecting you, Come this way sir, you can change for the entertainment here."

I asked what was going on, as we were ushered into a side room. One of Madame Rouge's assistants was there, and he quickly informed me. "You are here by command, not as a Gentleman, nor as a Rep, nor as a Player. You are to be part of the entertainment." 

"As an owner I want to reserve some acts on the girl. I have just paid for surgery on her anal and vaginal passages, she is not to be used anally for another six weeks, and should have no large insertions vaginally. Also, no permanent damage or marking."

From behind me Madame Rouge's cold drawl said "You are only an owner by Committee decree. They have given both of you to me for the evening. You have no right of reservation, either for her or yourself."

I am sure I blanched. I turned to her, and gave her a small nod as a bow. Penny was smart enough to fall to her knees. I said "Madame, I did not hear you come in. And I am sorry I had not understood the arrangement. However I would request that for this evening you might bear what I just said in mind. This girl had major repair surgery recently, if her stitches rip it would be expensive and maybe impossible to repair."

"She was a five dollar whore. Why spend so much on her?"

I smiled. "Madame I am stuck with her, because I was foolish. So if I am to get even five dollars worth out of her she needed work. Her ass was so stretched she couldn't hold anything, and her cunt was so big it wasn't worth fucking."

"Well, maybe so. But I want to see someone's ass get fisted. So if you won't fist hers?" she looked at me quizzically. 

"I would prefer not to, this time."

"Then we will see how grateful she is to you, by how gently she fists yours." 

"Madame? I'm sorry?"

She looked at me and smiled "You may well be. Your girl, I want her stripped and available for anyone to fuck, but first I want her to fist your ass. Don't worry, I will let her use lube. Centre stage, five minutes."

Penny looked up at me as Madame swept out. "Master?" she whispered in sympathetic horror. 

I swallowed. "Have you ever done that?"

"Yes Master."

"Well," I said "I haven't. Any tips?"

Penny looked at me with sad eyes "Try to relax. I, I'll be gentle. It might help if you have a couple of drinks first."

The following day we flew to Jamaica. I was in some discomfort. Penny wasn't feeling so good either. A dozen men had used her the night before. We didn't have much to talk about. Penny didn't want to talk at all. 

We slept badly. I had to call off work and flew to Miami for a medical check-up. I ended up being booked into the clinic that had repaired Penny in LA. All that week she was silent and withdrawn. I knew why. I didn't want to talk either. 

It was ten days after the Meeting when was in the recovery room after my second operation and Penny was there. She was by my bed, in tears as I came round. 

I was groggy but could see her distress and said "It's ok Penny. Don't worry, it's ok."

"Oh Master, I hurt you so much. And it is all my fault. If you hadn't bought me none of this would have happened to you."

"No Penny, not your fault. Madame Rouge. The Committee. The Circle. Mine. But we will see about that."

As I faded back into anaesthesia I had a fleeting vision. I knew what I ought to do. And I knew how to do it.

The Boss was not very sympathetic when I got back to work a week later. I didn't mind. It helped me to consolidate my plans. 

"What can you expect if you mess with that blue-blood bitch?" he said "You tried to put restrictions on her, so she showed you your place."

"Blue blood?" I asked. 

"Yeah she's old stock. Part Russian part German, married to a frog, aristocratic the whole way through. five hundred years of inbreeding and divine right. oh yeah, the Comtess de Megre is a vicious bit of old fashioned sadism. But what can you do Mikey? Now, back to business. I'm off to Jamaica next week and I need you to sort out things in New York. "

That question "What can you do Mikey?" rang in my ears. 

When I got home that night Penny was at the door to take my jacket. She was in casual dress, jeans and tee-shirt, no collar since I had not put it back on her since the Meeting. She was now a little more talkative, and expressed her concern. "You look tired Master, are you sore again? Come and sit on the sofa, I'll get dinner on a tray."

As I sat and rested I noticed two books and a notepad on the side table. An introduction to Business studies and a basic accountancy text. I didn't comment. 

As we ate I was thinking hard. Should I do what I was thinking of doing? Should I involve Penny? Should I even talk to her about it, since it would implicate her in a conspiracy, and she could be a threat to my security. No, that last thought was unwarranted. Penny would never talk or betray me. And her life was on the line here too. I should talk to her. 

"Penny, I have an idea. I know how I can get out of this business. But it is dangerous, for both of us. The question is, do you just want to be free, or do you want revenge. "

Penny was quiet for a while. Then she said "How free?"

"Well, not totally, I don't think we can avoid the Committee for ever if we ran for it, and we could not break the Circle enough to make it safe for us. But we may never have to go to a Meeting again. And we would have money, and independence, and not have to work for The Boss."

"Okay. That sounds good. But if I said I want revenge how would that change things?"

"It would change how I did things. It wouldn't change the outcome. It would be a little safer for you, no less risky for me. But it would mean you had to do things that are perhaps not in your nature. Or that you have not allowed yourself to do. It might change you. Some people get a taste for vengeance. They get a taste for murder."

Penny hesitated. "Murder?"

"The Boss has a public life and public profile that he keeps separate from his private dealings. Separate on paper and legally as well. He is concerned that his image is not tarnished, even if he was to die. He does not want any association with the slave trade. So all those dealings are done via a second set of companies and holding organisations. And his name isn't on the books. Mine is. If someone finds out about the house in Jamaica and the girls there it is my name on the deeds, I flew the jet and bought them, I smuggled them in, I go to jail. And if he dies, it is all mine. On paper. I have instructions to liquidate the assets and that money goes back to his estate, minus a fee, but it is in every sense mine and those instructions are a matter of trust between us. If he dies. Of course if he dies I can no longer be his Rep. It may be that The Committee would rule that the girls he owns have to be returned to the next meeting for sale. And they may demand I give you up to them. But if I tell them he has left it all to me, and I want to become a Gentleman Member, we might walk away."

"If The Boss dies?"

"Yes."

"Is he in poor health?" Penny asked. 

"Not yet. Do you want vengeance or simply freedom?"

Penny said meekly "I don't really want revenge on him. And I don't want to be freed from you Master."

I smiled. "You know Penny I am surprised, but I shouldn't be. You are just too sweet natured for revenge."

Penny looked up with unexpected fierceness "I didn't say I did not want revenge, just that I don't care about him. The Boss is nothing to me. But I'll help you kill him if you like." She stopped, brought up short by what she had just said, then went on, "Well if I am honest, now that I have said that I might even get some satisfaction from it, but there are others who deserve a lot worse."

I was taken aback. "Who?" the question was out of my lips before I thought of it. 

"Mr Handsome who raped me. That tattooist who pierced me and did this" she touched her breast with the dark sun on it. "The man in Mexico who kicked me until I lost my baby. The Haitian. A lot of people. Mostly men. And that bitch who made me hurt you, I want her to pay."

"Madame Rouge?"

Penny looked earnestly at me, tears starting in her eyes "Master, she forced me. She took my wrist and then grabbed my elbow and shoved it. Really it was her. I was trying to be gentle, really. It was her Master, she used me to hurt you."

"I know Penny, I know. And I like the idea of paying her back too, although I'm not sure how. But you just said something about Mexico. What was that about?"

Penny blanched. "Oh. Oh Master I am sorry. You told me to tell you everything and I didn't tell you about that. Oh I am sorry, Master."

She was weeping, and fawning. Tears for good reason I don't mind, but fawning and hysterics just annoy me "Stop it Penny. I said stop it, girl. That's better. Now listen to me. I am not annoyed that you didn't tell me. I am sure that what happened to you was very hurtful, maybe more hurtful and personal than anything else, although I shudder to think about some of the things you already told me about. You don't have to tell me now, and I am not going to demand you tell me about it. You have not been bad, and I am not going to punish you."

"Oh but you should Master, I have been bad, I disobeyed you."

"God save us Penny stop that!" I snapped at her loudly. She flinched and went silent, tears running down her cheeks. "Christ it is bad enough that I bought you, that I took part in that trade, you don't have to revel in it. I gave money to a man so he would let you go, not so that you would be a plaything for me, under my control. Fuck sake you're human, you can be human, act like a human being. I'm not looking for some servile submissive. Now I understand you have some emotional need for me to be your master, that you have decided to give yourself to me. But that does not make me into some brute who treats you like a animal, or a thing. I won't punish you because you think you have failed to live up to some weird idea of what it is to be a good slave."




Life Sentence Ch. 06



Penny sniffed a couple of times, and I went on. "Now, we are entering into a very dangerous conspiracy. I am not ordering you to do it. I am not acting as your owner. If we do this it is because we are acting together, both out lives are in danger and both are equal. And you can stop calling me 'Master'. I didn't mind that word when we were at the Meeting, they expect that, but now I want you to call me Michael. Or Mike. Not Mikey, or Micky, I never liked that. Ok?"

"Yes Master. Sorry, Yes Michael."

"Alright. Now next week The Boss is going to Jamaica, then to New York, with his latest girl. I am organising a party in New York. Yes, I can see you understand what that means. I believe she is getting a tattoo today."

"Oh." said Penny, with leaden tones.

"So we are going to Jamaica."

As I walked up the jetty to the yacht in Jamaica The Boss was surprised to see me, and not too pleased. He had a romantic afternoon and evening planned with his latest girl, a rather pretty blonde called Charmain, known as Charley. Only a little more welcoming when I told him nothing was wrong and the arrangements had all been made for next week, it was just a matter of a few papers he had to sign. We lounged on the after deck, while he read over the documents, and I had a fresh orange juice. Charley was sunbathing in her tiny white bikini. I was pretty sure she would take it off once the yacht left port. 

"You know I hate to screw up your day like this Boss. If you want to get under way you can read these and sign them by lunchtime, and you can drop them back to me tomorrow, and we can talk over any issues then."

"Okay Mikey, that's not a bad idea. But I'm tied up when we get in tomorrow, and you are right, I might need to talk to you about some of this stuff, so okay, why don't you stay on, take a spare cabin. You can get some sun here; you look pale."

"Thanks Boss I'll keep out of your way."

"No, no Mike. Stay here in case I need you. We won't mind."

So I did. Once past the harbour walls Charley stood up and stripped off. She gave me a rather nice smile, and said "You can strip too if you like."

I looked at the Boss, and he grinned. I got a good idea of what he had in mind. Voyeurs. They can't help themselves. 

I stripped. It was what I would have done. The Boss commented that I needed sun cream. It is what he would have done. Charley offered to help me, which is what I would have expected her to do, and of course I ended up fucking her on the sun-bed. 

It has to be said that it was a pleasure to do. Charley was small, natural blonde, all over tan, bum like a peach, tits just perfectly round and pert. Eighteen years old and eager to ride. She massaged me with sun lotion, back and then front, and when I got a hard on she just straddled me and lifted it up to sit on it. 

For such a small woman she had no trouble taking me all the way in first time. I looked down the length of my body to see her sink onto me. I reckoned the tip of my cock must be near the inside of her navel. As always by this stage The Boss, who like his girls natural at the start, had got her partly shaved, so her golden bush was still there but her plump pink pussy lips were emphasised. As she rode on my cock and her tits bounced, her shoulder length hair formed a halo with the sun behind her as the wind caught it. She giggled as I panted beneath her. I hadn't had sex for several weeks. The stitches in my rectum felt tight but the little discomfort was easy to ignore as this tiny bundle of pure sex appeal went ballistic on me. 

I thought I wouldn't last five minutes, but she was good at not letting me come. She rode me close and then clamped down and went slow. She looked at me with sparkling blue eyes and laughed. "Oh no baby, not yet. I want a good long fuck this morning, and you're it."

She gently rocked and squeezed me. "Keep doing that girl and I won't be able to hold it. It's been a month since I last came." I said. 

She squealed "A month! Ooh if I let you come will you get hard again quick?"

The Boss laughed then "I'm sure he will if you are working on him darling."

"Oh well in that case..." she said and began to bounce again. "Tell me when you are going to come baby!"

It wasn't long before I said "Now. I'm coming!"

She bounced off me, vaulting back and landing on her feet, face at a level with my groin, and in an instant was sucking and wanking me as I came. I had to grab her head to stop her moving as the sensation was so intense as to be painful. She sucked me dry, and then licked around my tip, and wanked my foreskin up and down a few times to keep me hard, then came crawling back up my body, seeking to ride me again. "Hmm hmm hmmm. I love a man's come when it has been brewing for a few days. Thick and creamy. Now where was I? Oh yes, just here."

She took my cock again but leaned forward this time to rock back and forth on it, so I could play with her little hard nipples. "You've got lovely tits girl, let me suck them" I said pulling her up to get my mouth on them. I slipped a hand between her legs and two fingers into her to keep her pussy busy, swapping breasts as I moved to rapidly rub her clitoris. Her nipples had that clean milky, almost soapy taste, I love. She came, and I kept frigging her until she ran out of breath, then I rolled her over on the lounger and spread her legs. She looked up at me with breathless panic for a second and I said "You wanted a good long fuck?" I pushed against her pussy and her lips parted. Her eyes widened. "Be careful what you wish for." I said, smiling. 

I fucked her then. I'm not proud of myself. I realised as I was doing it that all I was doing was fucking. It was masturbation with her body she might as well have been a doll. Oh she came again as I fucked her, and no blow up device would ever be as pretty, lithe and warm, but who she was didn't matter. What she was hardly mattered. There was a certain dominance thrill in being inside the body of a teenage girl, coming in her, planting my seed, but I knew it was infertile ground, and she would have fucked anyone who turned up. It wasn't a conquest. I want taking possession, it wasn't anything really. I kept going and going until my balls eventually tightened and I came in her. But it was not satisfying. By then she was sweat soaked and exhausted. I rolled off her saying "Thanks Charley, you're a hell of a ride."

She blushed, and The Boss laughed. 

I lay thinking about Penny. Sex with her, or with her about, organising it, making sure I was enjoying it, was different, and fun. This had been sort of fun, but lacked the 'different' element. A threesome with Charley and Penny would be great. By herself, by myself, it was sadly just ok. What was it about Penny that made the difference?

She was back on the island, at the villa. We had called there first. She was to make arrangements. I was to bring The Boss back, and after a torrid sex session he would be found dead, OD'd on poppers and coke. Bribes in the right hands would cover it up.  

I spent the rest of the day lazing. I got to talk with Charley, and she turned out to be quite a funny and smart girl. I was surprised. We had met a few times over the last six months or so, and I had not thought much of her. Especially since I had met her mother. 

The Boss had wanted her checked out. He needed to know if Charley would be missed. The girl had been an applicant for a waitressing job in one of The Boss's hotels. He snagged her file, checked her background and made a play. Once he had got her he wanted to know how to get rid of her. Could he sell her? Could he put her into Porn? Or should he just fuck her and dump her?

So I was sent to do a background trawl. Her mother was single, 35, a waitress and lived in a small dump in Ohio. I chatted her up a bit in the diner, and she flirted back a bit more than I felt was professional. I had deliberately got there late, and as closing time was coming up I said "If you give me a good tip, I could give you one. I need a place to stay, where can you recommend?"

She looked me up and down and said "How much you thinkin of payin?"

"Money is no object," I said, "As long as the bed is comfy and the breakfast is good."

"Well, I hear the Hotel in the center charges $400 for the top suite, but the Motel is only $250, with a hot tub."

"Well you just saved me $150 dollars, so that deserves a good tip." I took out a roll of notes and peeled of a hundred. 

She looked at it and said "There's another place you could stay, cost the same as the Motel, No hot tub, but the service is real good." She gave me a smile that spoke volumes. 

I peeled off another 250, and I said "Real good?"

"Never had any complaints. You should see what is on the breakfast menu as well. I'm off in fifteen. I can show you the way."

I had to admit she was good value for the money, and in comparison to her daughter, just as willing and with the advantage of experience to fuel her inventiveness. I managed to bring up the subject of children, since she had some signs of motherhood on her body, although not in any unsightly way, and she made it clear that her daughter was a no good tramp who had run off three years before and good riddance. So I was able to report to The Boss that the girl would not be missed. I even suggested that if she was pedalled into the porn industry they could probably arrange a real Mother-Daughter shoot, maybe even a series.

The Boss and I talked business after lunch in the main cabin, while Charley returned to her sun lounging. At first it was about the papers I had brought. The only issue was that one contract was dependent on a further schedule yet to be drawn up. It would transfer almost two million dollars into the holding firm in my name. He signed it, as I suggested, and could agree the schedule when we got back to LA. 

Then we turned to the private business. I had the usual reports, and we discussed Charley. "Peter Grant, Joe Armadene and Abe Slaney have all confirmed an interest and will attend. Chris has the usual gang on hand, catering and cameras are booked. Only question is why?" The Boss gave me a sharp look. "What do you mean 'Why'?"

"Well, why not keep her. She can stay at the Villa. She would be a good contrast to the others, and she's pretty adventurous -- she could be an asset. Or let her go for a movie test, She could have a good career, I'd enjoy watching her on screen."

"Nah. I'm bored with her, I don't want to keep her, and when they go into porn I always get disappointed. These days they all end up with black guys and taking it in the ass, I don't understand it. Who wants to see that stuff? No, better if one of the Circle takes her. We bank a few thousand, The Circle always likes a good new contribution, and someone else can have all the fun of fucking her until they get bored."

"Okay, we sell her then. Guide price?" I said.

"She fucked Joe last week. We'll get her to fuck Abe at the party, I'll set her up to have Granty next week before it. They'll all like her. I would say we'll start at 20 and make 70K. At least 50 anyway."

"Ok. Now what about that new girl I sent you last week?"

"Oh yeah, Mikey, nice job. I'll meet her in New York, set it up for when Grant is having a test ride with Charley. We'll do dinner and the Empire state, usual thing, then take her to Aspen. I'll go there after the party."

"Aspen, isn't that a bit fast? I mean, do you think she'll put out that quick?" I asked.

"Well Mike, I think she might, but if I don't get my end away after a couple of days I can visit the other cabin, if you have a girl there for me, If she won't spread them by the end of the week we'll do a party in Florida." He grinned, "I'm looking forward to seeing that one in a bikini."

We drifted on to other talk. I went to the bathroom and turned off my tape recorder. When I got back he was out on the after-deck, fucking Charley.

At dinner on the after-deck as the sun went down I made sure the waiter kept the wine flowing, and ordered brandy afterward. More brandy, and cigars, and Charley got bored and went to bed. I poured more brandy into The Boss, and we talked on, then the steward came by and asked if we wanted anything else. The Boss was drunk, and of course called for another. I said no, I was thinking of heading for bed. The Boss insisted, and two were poured, but I said no, I had been up at 6am for the plane, and was tired, and wished him a good night. I waited in the main lounge behind a sofa until the steward went past to go below. Less than a minute later I was back in the lounge, and then in my cabin. I rang the bell, and was in my dressing gown when the Steward arrived, another minute gone. I asked him for a camomile tea, and was in bed when he delivered it, almost asleep. I thanked him, apologised, that I had bothered him for it, when it didn't seem that I needed it to get asleep after all, but I sipped it, and thanked him again as he left.

The alarm wasn't raised until the morning. The Steward thought The Boss had gone to bed, and didn't like to check, since Miss Charlotte was with him. Both brandies had been finished. 

It seemed that he must have gone overboard in the night.



Life Sentence Ch. 07



The disappearance and probable death of a multi-billionaire tends to cause a bit of a stir. It was eight days before I flew back into LA, and reporters were waiting. I gave a prepared statement. Ongoing investigation, upcoming inquest, sub judice, old friend and business partner, great loss, tragic end to celebratory evening, no more questions...

Penny was also on the flight, disembarking later, and taking a different car. We met back at our suite and began packing. The phone rang. My blood chilled when I heard the voice on the the other end. 

"Mr Carver. Please hold, the Secretary wishes to speak to you."

The next voice was familiar, and surprisingly friendly "Mr Carver, I hope you have time to talk?"

"Certainly, how can I help you?"

"It is more a question of how I can help you. I am sure that The Boss left instructions. Can we assist you in carrying them out?"

I knew instantly that my plan to keep the properties in my name was blown. Plan B: tell the truth and wing it. "Well, yes you could indeed. As you will appreciate it is my task now to wind up those property interests that The Boss had, which for privacy purposes and to ensure his reputation, are registered in my name. I am instructed to liquidate all of them, discretely, and then to activate a contract we had authorised some time ago, in which I will exchange them for a quantity of shares in a shell company that is one hundred percent owned by his estate. His estate then repurchases the shares, for an agreed sum as my commission. To that end I will be bringing all his portable assets to the next Meeting, and perhaps there are some property interests, such as the house in Jamaica, or the cabin in Aspen which have facilities for collectors which could also be auctioned."

"Do you have a full list of the property to be liquidated?"

"I can give you a copy of the full portfolio if you wish." I said 

"Email it to me. Now. My assistant will give you the address." said The Secretary, and I was switched back to the woman who had first spoken. 

A few clicks later I had emailed the folder from my secure drive, and the pgp public key. 

I told Penny about the call. We kept packing.

Thirty minutes later the phone rang again. It was the same woman. I held on for two seconds until the voice of The Secretary drawled my name. "Mr Carver, you know The Boss left you instructions? He left me instructions as well."

"Oh? I didn't know that. Further instructions for me?" I asked, while my blood ran cold.

"Sort of. He left a register of his interests, the property he held but which was registered in your name. Your list corresponds well with his. Actually, yours is more up to date and includes a few things we do not have recorded. That is good, Mr Carver. Good for you. You see my instructions were to ensure that you were following his instructions. Clearly you are doing so. Therefore, his secondary instructions come into force. I wish to make you an offer Mr Carver. With the Boss's death there is an opening for Membership. Would you like to accept his nomination of you?"

"Membership? I'm sorry, but I don't understand. I haven't the money to pay for Membership."

"Fee would be waived. This is a transfer of his status to you."

"Well, I am, well, astounded. I had hoped that you might help me find another Member who would take me on as a Rep. And, actually, I was considering applying for a licence to become a Player. I never dreamed of Membership. Of course I would accept, although, to be honest I don't see myself having the resources to really mix with the Gentlemen, but if there are no restrictions on my trading, well, it would be an honour."

The Secretary made a thoughtful sound. "I had not considered that. Perhaps it would suit you better to be a Dealer. Yes. I am prepared to offer you a licence, if you would prefer that."

"Thank you Madame Secretary. I think that would be best. I am very grateful for your consideration. Thank you very much. I was wondering though, if I could request a further favour?"

"What?"

"I made a momentary error of judgement a few months back. I have learned a good deal from it. As it turns out the girl I bought has become a useful asset, she is good at handling the new girls, and is a good trainer, and has become a devoted slave, so I am happy enough to keep her. But we were required to attend the Red Room at the last Meeting, and at future meetings. Madame Rouge took it that we were not there as a Master with a slave, but as punishment for me. She was in vicious mood. I ended up in hospital, and am still recovering from my operation. It is not an experience I wish to repeat. I would like to be released from the obligation, otherwise I will find it difficult to attend future Meetings. It would also be useful if I could travel without the girl. I was obliged to have her with me at all times. I have a tracker on her now, and she is well disciplined. I know now what it means to be an owner, and she will not break the circle. Could some leeway be given?"

The Secretary was silent for a moment. "Reasonable enough. Lesson learned, Eh? I will cancel the previous proscription."

"Thank you Madam Secretary"

"No, thank you Mr Carver. I had begun to doubt The Boss's judgement, but it turns out he was right about you. A courier will be delivering you new instructions shortly. Good luck, Mr Carver in your new career."

The phone clicked off. I looked at it, wondering what those last remarks had meant The doorbell rang about two seconds later.

I recognised the man at the door of the suite. He was huge, a Pashtun hit man and enforcer. I thought I was about to die. He smiled. Too much gold. I thought I was about to die. He reached into his jacket and I knew I was about to die. He pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to me, saying "Congratulations." Maybe I wasn't about to die. 

He turned on his heel and walked away, I closed the door. I half expected a hail of bullets to come through it. They didn't. Maybe I would live. 

In the lounge I tore open the envelope, and started to read. I swore, and Penny came in from the bedroom with a worried expression. 

"Michael, is everything alright?"

I handed the top sheet of paper to her, and she began to read it. After a few seconds she said "What does this mean?"

"It means we are free. Just about. The Boss has left instructions, all the assets in my name are mine. The income streams from the shell companies are secured by this document transferring them to stock in his computer firm and the hotel chain. Penny, I'm a millionaire. A multi-millionaire. That old bastard has left me the lot."

"He left it to you? But I thought it was already in your name?"

"Yes, but name only. I was to sell it all and hand it back to his estate, on pain death - I knew The Circle would keep an eye on me. But now I really do own in. The Villa, the cabin, the loft in New York, the Apartment down-town here, the Florida place, the London flat, the lot. And the cars and all the contents, including the Monet. And the girls of course. But the best news of all is that we never have to go to the Red Room again. They have given me a Dealer's licence. They have made me a Player."

Penny was astonished. She burst into tears an threw her arms round me. I hugged her, and couldn't help laughing. "What's wrong girl? This is just what we wanted!"

"Oh Michael, you are safe. I got you in so much trouble, but now you are safe again. I'm just so happy." she sobbed. 

"Well if you are happy let's see a smile. Let's celebrate." I said, raising her chin. She smiled a little, and I kissed her, a quick peck, and then looked at her again. I was surprised at myself. That little kiss, and her warm body against me, had lit a spark. 

I kissed her again, a little longer, and she melted against me. She whispered "Oh Michael," in tones of longing and wonder and submission, and my half hard cock was suddenly stiff. 

Her hands were beneath my shirt in moments, and she hopped up to wrap her legs round me as we stood. I sucked on her lips and tongue, and grabbed her bottom to pull her against me. She leaned back for a moment and peeled off her tee-shirt, and I plunged my face into her cleavage, nuzzling her breasts still in her white lace bra. 

It had been a long time since we had last had any physical intimacy. I had thought about her when I was screwing Charley on the yacht, and during the last week when, under suspicion for The Boss's death, I had slept alone in the hotel in Kingston. Now those notions were realised. 

I carried her to the bedroom, and dropped her the last foot onto the bed. She squealed as she bounced, and I grabbed her belt to undo her trousers. She simply hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down. She had a tiny thong beneath. 

I pulled the trousers off her legs, taking her shoes as well, and threw her legs wide to dive between them and plant my mouth on the small lace triangle that barely contained her bush. The material was soon pushed aside as I worked at her with my mouth, and loosened my belt and fly at the same time. I had her moaning and her hips rolling by the time I was ready, my trousers round my knees, and moved up her body, kissing her navel and across her bra, sucking her nipple through the lace, to her mouth which I penetrated at the same time as I penetrated her lower lips. 

Cock and tongue both slid into her body's warmth, and I felt again the joy of her total involvement, her utter submission and engagement with my body. She was free, at peace, taken by her man, robbed of all responsibility, life was simple, and simply devoted to sensuous fulfilment. And I was free. Free to do anything I wanted with this girl, to plunder her body, to bend her will and flesh to my pleasure. And my pleasure included hers. 

As I broke the kiss and lifted myself up to look at her, to look at my cock going into her, and her now fit young body bearing my tattoo rising to meet my thrusts, she breathed "Thank you Michael for taking me again. You'll make me come doing that."

"Yes, come for me Penny."

Her body rose again, thrusting herself onto me, and I pushed harder down into her. Her eyes glazed, and she soon threw her head back, breasts neck and face flushed red, gasping for air as I pounded her hard. When she came the waves of pressure inside her drove me over the edge, and I climaxed just as she was starting to relax. I buried myself in her body, as she held me, hips gently moving, pussy squeezing my cock, words of thanks whispered in my ear. 

I lay with her then, her face in my hands, looking in her eyes, and said "What is it about you Penny? A week ago I was with a girl that would give any teenager a wet dream and an old man a heart attack. A little blonde fuckbunny with a voracious appetite and no modesty. Some men would kill to fuck a girl like that, and the Jamaican police suspected I did, but even so, I kept thinking about you."

Penny had tears in her eyes "And I keep thinking of you, Michael. I haven't thought about a man that way in a long time."

"Well I'm glad to hear it. We may be free of The Boss, but The Committee is still out there. I'm not sure what to do now, but you know I can't free you, so you are stuck with me. And the other girls. Speaking of whom, we do now at least have somewhere to move to - the LA apartment, where I believe Amber is currently living."

"Amber?"

"Tall girl from Boston. I think you haven't met her. She was in London, but she was brought back over a month ago. The Boss wanted to sell her at the last Meeting but the connecting flights got delayed."

"Michael?" said Penny as I rolled off her "would you like me help you undress fully?"

"Yes, why not." I lay back as she stripped me, enjoying her gentle touches as she gave my calves and feet a mini massage, and then smoothed the tension from my hands and arms. As she was working on my left arm, having just finished my right, she said "Michael?"

"Yes Penny?"

"I know you are worried about the other girls. Do you want to keep them?"

I sucked my teeth. "I'm not sure. If I sell them, even making sure I think their new owners are good guys, well who knows what might happen to them. Ten years time they might all be in Mexico, or Haiti."

Penny shuddered, I caught her hand in mine "Don't worry, I will never sell you. You will never go back there." 

"Thank you Michael." Penny gave another little quake. 

"You know I wish I could do something about those people that treated you like that. The Haitian in particular deserves to be stopped. Permanently."

"Like you stopped The Boss?" she said quietly. 

We had not talked about it. Our plan had been to get him to the Villa, where I had arranged to overdose him with uncut cocaine, and Penny would, if she wished, see him die. Then he fell off the boat while Penny was at the villa. She had stayed there, out of the way, with the girls who had been held there, while I dealt with the cops. I had not even seen her on the flight, she was in cattle class, and we had no chance to talk until now. 

"He fell overboard after too much drink. I went to bed early. The Steward saw me. It was a terrible tragedy." I said, looking at her hard. She looked frightened. I softened my look "Although it may be that the last thing anyone said to him was that he was a monster, a corrupt and hideous inhuman thing, not fit to breathe the same air as the innocent girls whose lives he ruined. Maybe that's why he jumped."

"He jumped?"

I looked blankly at her. "Either that or he was spun round with his jacket pulled over his head, kicked several times in the groin and face and heaved over the back rail by an unknown assailant, but I couldn't say for sure - I was in bed, remember? Either way if was all quicker and less painful than he deserved."

"They said on the news that he may have been eaten by sharks," said Penny. 

"Yeah. Appropriate. Anyway, whatever happened I'm glad you had nothing to do with it. And neither did I, of course."

She bent to kiss me, and said "Thank you, Michael."

"It was a pleasure, Penny. I just wish I could do more."

"Like what?" she asked, settling beside me, and rubbing my chest muscles. 

"The Haitian. The guy who did the piercings on you. Mr Handsome. That guy in Mexico." I said, reeling off some of the men who had abused her so badly. 

Her hand stopped moving when I said Mexico. After a second it started again, and she said lightly. "The others are well protected and connected, part of The Circle. The man in Mexico was just a client. I don't know if we could find him, but I'll help, if you really want to."

I looked at her. "Do you want me to?"

"No." she dropped her head "I wanted him to be punished. In terrible ways. I used to day dream about hurting him. Doing things to him that I had done to me I wanted him to live in agony. But now, since I was made to do those things in The Red Room, and since you... since the accident, I, I don't want to do those things. And I don't want you to do them either."

I said. "I'm glad you don't want revenge like that. I'm glad our plan for the villa didn't come off, for the same reason. But I still feel that there are men, and women, who hurt you and are hurting so many others, who should be stopped."

Penny looked up at me "In Haiti I was taken round the villages. A dozen men came every night, and put their hands in me. A dozen, or more, in every village. You can't kill them all. There were hundreds in the brothel. Hundreds used me, some pretty badly, in the brothels in Mexico. And everywhere else. And you know if the Haitian and all his men were wiped out tomorrow there would be a brothel in that building with a new owner by tomorrow night. You would have blood on your hands, the law looking out for you and maybe the Circle taking an interest. And for what? It wouldn't change anything."

I thought for a moment. Of course she was right. But I hated it. "Yes. Okay, you're right. I wish I could do something though."

"Be a good master to your girls. Maybe rescue some more like me. Try to work out a way to free them. But don't take risks with your life to get revenge for me. I don't want it, and I'm not worth it."

"You are worth a great deal more than you think, Penny." I said, and I knew I meant it. 

"I know what you are trying to say, Michael, but things have changed now. Before you owned me by permission of the Committee. You were responsible for me but they could take me away. You could not sell me or get rid of me. Now you really do own me. You can sell me. You can do anything to me, or have anything done to me. And the Committee will back you up. 

"And the same goes for a dozen other girls. You really own them. They are your property, your slaves. The girls in the villa belong to you. And the others. And me. And we can never be free. If one of them runs away now what would you do? If I run away now what would you do? You would have to track me, because if you don't and the Committee hears, they will. And they will take you to task. And the other girls may end up at the next Meeting, because you will be dead.

"That's the reality Mike. And the same happens if you go hunting down men who hurt me, and get caught or killed. Your slaves get passed on to other masters. Those girls all end up in Tijuana whore houses getting fucked by dogs and ponies. I'm not worth that."

"But Penny.."

"No buts. I said 'those girls' because it wont happen to me. If you get caught I'll kill myself rather than go back. I would kill myself now if it is the only way to stop you risking your life for me. Please Master. I beg you."

"You called me Master again." I said gently. 

"Yes, Master" she said with eyes downcast, but still defiant. 

"I know what you mean when you call me that." I said, gently. 

She looked up at me with hope in her eyes, and I kissed her again. Suddenly there was passion in her. For she took the initiative, kissing me fiercely, grabbing at my body, wanking me hard and forcing herself onto my cock, riding me, her breath quickly shortening, orgasm approaching fast. At first I followed her pace, glad to see her like this, not wanting to interfere with her needs, but as she wantonly used my body I realised that this time at least I needed to assert my ownership She needed me to be her Master. 

In the last few moment before she was about to come I took charge again. Pulling her down to me and rolling over, I started to take her as fast and hard as she had been riding me. Her eyes flew open and joy was in them as I ravaged her body, my aim was to compete her pleasure but on my terms, her orgasm was mine to give, mine to permit. I wasn't near coming, and could control my pace and my breathing so I spoke to her as a drove her on to uncontrollable frenzy. "I want you to come for me Penny. I want to feel you come around my cock. My girl on my cock, coming for her Master. Come for your Master, come Penny, please me, please my cock. That's it girl, good girl, come on your Master's cock."

She whimpered "oh Master" as she came and clung to me, hips flexing and pumping herself against me. I let her wind down and then withdrew, still hard, and moved to lie beside her, pulling her over to me so her thigh was across my stomach, and her shoulder tucked beneath my armpit, her head on my chest, my arms around her. She lay in content silence, getting her breath, as I thought about things. I made a decision. 

I asked her gently "Penny, did many of your previous owners make you call them 'master'? It is standard for all slaves at Meetings, but outside that, did you have to call other men that?"

"Some. Mr R, in Florida. At the Rocket Club we had to call all men 'master' and women 'mistress' so I got used to it then. Some others liked it. The Haitian and his men liked it."

"That's why you called me 'master' when you began speaking again after I bought you. Habit." I said. "But I have noticed a change in you Penny now you say it with feeling. It is different. I was disconcerted for a while about how you were sinking into some submissive retreat from reality, becoming a slave to escape responsibility. I hope I have nipped that in the bud.




Life Sentence Ch. 07



"But I have been thinking Penny. You are right. This is a fresh start. For both of us. I am now independently wealthy, the employer of dozens of staff, and owner of a dozen girls. Including you. I need to think differently. I have to face my responsibilities too.

"I am responsible for their welfare. And I have obligations imposed on me by the Circle. I could sell all the others, not you of course, I have given my word never to do that, and that would free me of nearly all those responsibilities.

"But I would need to find good homes for them. I'm not sure I can do that. Truth be told I had not thought of it before, but you never see old women at Meetings. The system is set up to burn them out and kill them young. So I need to think about what to do with them. But I have decided what to do with you."

Penny had raised herself on one elbow to look at me as I talked, and now looked at me with a a little apprehension. "Don't worry, it's not bad. I am pleased with how useful you have become, and your efforts in self education. I am going to make you my Personal Assistant. I want you to take training, maybe a university degree. I want you to have authority over my staff, and over the other girls. But you will have to remember, although you will have certain freedoms, you are not free. The Circle will not allow it. And, I have decided, nor will I. You are mine, Penny. Not just because I bought you, or because I have my mark on you, but because you have given yourself to me every time you call me Master. Now, go and get the mahogany box with my monogram on it."

She slipped away and fetched the box, and brought it back to me. I had sat up on the edge of the bed, and got her to put the box beside me and open it up. I said "Remove your underwear, and all your jewellery I want you totally naked."

Once she had complied I said "Now give me the ankle bracelets." I had her raise each foot in turn, and clipped them on her. Then I clipped them together, hobbling her. She gave me the wrist cuffs, and held out her hands. I secured each one and clipped them together as well. It made it awkward for her to move and fetch the collar from the box, but she gave it to me with a smile, and bowed her head for me put it on her. 

"No. Kneel. Now look up at me. When we went to buy this collar you insisted that the shopkeeper did not put it on you. You wanted your Master to place your collar on you. Well this is a new start. This is not your collar. It is mine. I own it. And if I put it on you I merely claim you. But I don't have to do that. I own you. So I want you to put on my collar. You will wear it because you accept it, because you know what it means."

I held it out to her, and she took it in both hands, but before I let go I said "If you put this on you are giving yourself to me. You are mine, 'til death us do part. You understand?"

I let it go, and she took it quickly, opening it around her neck and looking at me saying "Yes Master, I understand". She snapped it closed and said "And I am yours Master. Forever." 

"Bend forward Slave." I said, and she bowed her head. I spun the dials on the little combination lock on the collar. "Now sit up, and give me your hands." I unclipped the link between the bands. "Remove these and the ankle cuffs, put them in the box, go and wash and get dressed. Skirt, blouse, underwear. We are leaving in ten minutes. Bring the box. Go."

She smiled as she went to do my bidding.

I left instructions at the hotel for them to pack everything and have it delivered to the apartment. It felt strange. All my life I have done things for people. I now had people to do these things. 

At the apartment I was met by Harry, the concierge, chef, valet, driver, security man. A Gentleman's gentleman with special skills. He was an ex-Marine. Harry had rooms of his own, beside the doors. The doors themselves were interesting. They were double layered, airlock style, with face recognition security cameras and IR chip sensors. All the girls were chipped. They couldn't leave without a recognised accompanying escort and password check. 

Harry was a nice guy. I had known him for years, he has worked for The Boss before I did. His job was to look after the apartment, and any girls in residence. Fringe benefits included sex with the girls, unless instructed otherwise. The Boss was convinced that women lost interest in sex if they didn't have it, so all his girls had to be tended in his absence. 

Harry was surprised to hear I was now in charge, but as he put it "It was your name on the check anyway, and I'm happy to keep my job, assuming things aren't changing?"

"Well. They are changing a bit. I'm going to be moving in here for a while. I'll be travelling and staying in the other properties of course, but I've lost my suite in the hotel, so when in LA, this is home now. I know The Boss only rarely stayed over for more than a night or two, but he had the mansion in the hills."

"Ah well, I'll cope." he said and shrugged. 

I turned to introduce him to Penny. "This is Miss Harty, my PA. You will notice the tattoo I'm sure. Miss Harty is a special case. She is mine, solely, exclusively. She also acts for me, with full authority. Unusual, I know, but that is the way it is. I trust you understand the situation and find that acceptable? Good. I want her authorised for entry and exit. She is not chipped, and won't be. Our things will be delivered from the hotel sometime later today, have them put in one of the spare rooms, Miss Harty will sort them out later. Now, any chance of lunch in half an hour? Great. I'll take Miss Harty to meet Amber."

We went in through the second set of doors, entering the apartment proper. Penny gawped. The place was huge. We were in the atrium, which was the size of our hotel suite. Off it were the games room, lounge, dining room, kitchen, corridors leading to the master bedroom, four other bedrooms, study, several bathrooms utility rooms and so on, and doors out onto the rooftop garden, and pool house. 

Amber was reading a book, lying in the shade on a couch by the open garden doors. 

She looked up at us as we crossed the room and said "Oh, hi Mike."

We stopped about six feet away, and I said "Amber, have you heard the news recently?"

Amber looked up again and said "Old man is dead. I take it you are here to tell me I'm being shipped off somewhere. Well I knew that a month ago."

"No Amber, I am here to tell you that you already have a new owner. Me."

"You?"

"Yes, Amber. This apartment and all it contains. This is Miss Harty. She is my PA. You are to take instruction from her as you would from me."

Amber looked at Penny with contempt. She had all the arrogance of beautiful youth. She was a pampered pet, and though she knew the score about The Circle she had only had two owners. Both treated her like a queen. "Really?" she said with heavy disdain. 

Penny bridled. "Master..."

I put up my hand to quiet her, as Amber said "Master?" with equal contempt. 

I silently sat on the chaise opposite Amber, and gestured to Penny to sit beside me. "Penny, sit here. You forget, Amber was one of The Boss's girls. She called him 'Boss.'" I said, and in an aside asked "Didn't you Amber?"

Amber looked wary and sullen "Yes. Everyone did." 

I turned back to Penny. "Also this is news to her. It will take a moment for her to realise what it means. Also remember that she had not been told what to call me. In any case Amber has not earned the right to call me 'master.' Only my most favoured slaves may call me that." I smiled at Penny and she smiled coyly back. 

I went on "And of course Amber's owners until now have been fairly gentle souls. She probably hasn't thought that her new owner might be less refined. Or perhaps more sophisticated. That I might be cruel. Although I am not, as you know.

"But as you also know, I do demand honesty, and Amber is honest in her contempt. However, Penny, as you also know, I will not allow my slaves to think that because I am naturally a kindly man it means that I do not deserve respect. Nor will I allow slaves to think that because you bear my mark you are not to be respected. I turned to Amber and said. "What punishment do you think you should suffer, for being so rude? I know it was only unthinking surprise that made you act that way, but I want to be fair."

"Punishment?" said Amber

"Yes. You were rude to me, and to Miss Harty. What should your punishment be?" 

"I, I, don't know. The Boss never punished me." said Amber. 

"How very indulgent of him." I said. "I think you need to be reminded of what that tattoo on your wrist means."

Amber glanced at the Circle mark, and looked up at me again. "It means that you are registered as my property with The Circle. If you run away, they will hunt you down. They own the newspapers and the TV stations. If they can't find you in a day or two they will put out a story about a disturbed girl who sexually abused and murdered her four year old niece. Or something like that. Your face would be everywhere. You would be the most hated person in the world. No one would help you or believe you. And you would most likely be killed in jail.

"It also means that I can do anything to you, or have anything done. I can sell you, and maybe you'll end up in a brothel or a torture club. I can set you up as an escort, or just put you on the street, turning twenty tricks a day. I can put you to make porn movies, or snuff films. I can beat you, starve you, have you tattooed all over, scar you, pierce you, slice you up, kill you slow or fast in a thousand ways. And the Circle will cover it up if anyone tries to complain. You have no protection except my good will. 

"I own you. You only breathe because I let you. Now I am a nice guy. But I need to know you understand that if I wasn't, if your owner was not as nice as me, you would now be naked and bloody. Now I wouldn't do that. But I won't keep a slave who doesn't know her place. So, if you don't apologise, and if you don't act with a little more respect, I will sell you. And you will look back on this conversation as your new master ties you down for his Great Danes to fuck you, or throws you to his fifteen bodyguards to play with, and you will regret having acted like a stupid spoilt teenage brat, and think 'Maybe I should have tried to please the nice man who said he wasn't brutal and vicious.' So I think you should think about that for a moment.

"And while you are thinking, consider this. Penny, if you had spoken to your last owner like that, what would he have done to you?"

"The Haitian?" said Penny "Oh god, I don't know." She visibly paled. 

"Well, how were girls normally punished?"

"Beaten, or slapped, of course. Sometimes tied up and whipped. But mostly just put on the horse for a couple of days." Penny said, sounding fearful. 

"Ah yes" I said, "The Horse. You told me about that." I turned to Amber and said in casual tones "It was a vaulting horse, in the middle of a room, a sort of reception area, lounge, public bar combined, in a brothel in Haiti. Customers could have sex with the girl for free, as long as they didn't mind doing it in public. Isn't that right Penny?"

"Not quite Master, they had to pay. It was about 50 cents for half an hour."

"And would many customers actually step up and have sex with a girl in front of everyone else like that?" I asked, disingenuously. I kept an eye on Amber who was now listening intently. 

"If it was a black girl maybe ten or twenty in a full day. If it was a white girl there would be a queue. Forty or fifty men a day."

"Gosh," I said, "at half an hour each that's continuous for the full 24 hours. The girl must be exhausted."

"Well often they go two at a time. The men start by fucking her pussy, then her ass and then move on to her mouth while the next guy starts on her pussy. Also they give the girls cocaine and speed to keep them going. But after ten or fifteen hours even that's not enough. But those guys don't care, even if a girl passes out they still use her. Even if she dies they might not notice for a while."

"So would you recommend that punishment for Amber?" I asked. I could see Amber shift in her seat. 

"No Master. I would not wish that on anyone." said Penny with obviously genuine feeling, looking at Amber, who had a slightly horrified and disbelieving expression. 

"I am glad to hear it. As I said, I am not cruel, and that sounds barbaric. Also I don't own a dockside brothel, so it would be hard for me to arrange. Although I'm sure I could get twenty men to come in and take turns with her, without too much effort. But in any case I dislike the idea of using sex as punishment. At very worst it should be a chore, better a reward, at best a joy. So perhaps some other, less brutal treatment is necessary. Something to remind her of her status. I know. Amber, that dress you are wearing."

"What about it?" she asked warily. 

"It belongs to me. Take it off and give it to Miss Harty." I said. 

Amber hesitated. I spoke again. "Slave, you do not have your owner's permission to wear that dress. Give it to Miss Harty."

Amber still hesitated. I turned to Penny. "This poor girl is obviously badly trained. She needs an example. Who owns that skirt and blouse you are wearing?"

"You Master."

"Take them off."

Penny quickly stood and removed her skirt, folding it neatly and placing on the seat, then quickly removed her blouse. She stood in classic lingerie model pose, my Gothic 'M' tattoo emphasised by the angle at which she held her pelvis. 

"Good girl. You may have lunch with me today." I said and turned to Amber "You see Amber I only have to tell her to do something once. Now I have told you to take off that dress twice. Normally I would punish a girl who had to be told to do a simple thing like that twice. But you are badly trained, and need a little leeway, so this once, I won't. But if I have to tell you a third time I will punish you. Your punishment will be that you will not have lunch today. Nor dinner. Nor breakfast tomorrow. And you will sleep on this floor. Naked. And bound. You will not be permitted clothes for a month. Now it is your choice. Do what you have already been told, or take your punishment."

Amber swallowed. I opened my mouth and said "Slave, I have told you twice, now I am telling you for the last time.."

"Wait, wait, yes look, you don't have to tell me again, I'm doing it." Amber said quickly unbuttoning her clothes. She stood and pulled the dress off and held it in her hand. Penny held out her hand for it, and Amber let it go. 

"Who owns the underwear you have on, Amber?" I asked. 

"You do." She said, still with a tinge of resentment. 

"Sir. You address me as 'Sir'. So 'You do, Sir.' is the correct response. So who owns that bra?" I said. 

"You do, sir." Amber said, resentment obvious now. 

I smiled. "Give it to Miss Harty."

Amber reached behind her to unhook it, and as she did so said bitterly "I suppose you want me to give her my knickers as well?"

"Not yet. Although I might. But if you forget to call me 'sir' again I might have them superglued to you, so you can't take them off for a week, even to go to the toilet." 

Penny made a little shocked noise. Amber's eyes snapped to my face, shocked as she saw my serious expression. "Sorry sir, I, I'm not used to it."

Penny took the bra, and Amber stood nervously in front of me. "Put your hands on your head. Now turn round slowly. Keep turning until I say stop. Head up girl. Not bad tits. Stop shaving your armpits until I tell you to do it again. Do you shave your pussy?"

"Yes sir. The Boss liked it part shaven, with a triangle at the top, sir." said Amber as she turned. 

"Well you can stop shaving there as well. And anywhere else. I want to see you natural, legs and everything, before I decide. Ok stop turning."

Amber was facing away from me. "Give my knickers that you are wearing without permission, to Miss Harty."

Amber slipped them down her thighs, then dropped them to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg, and lifted them with her foot to remove them from the other. I had to admire her grace. Her slightly longer than shoulder length, curly dark red hair, long pale arms and back and legs, almost freckle-free, an her elegant hands and feet made her a perfect figure study from the back. I considered telling her to turn round so I could admire her from the front, but I knew I could not help but smile, and discipline had to be taught. 

"Stand with your legs about two feet apart, girl." I said. She wasn't quick to move, and I snapped "I was talking to you Amber, move!"

She complied. "Now slave, bend over and hold your ankles. Keep your knees straight."

Amber did it. I sat in silence. It was a good view. Shaved pale pussy lips, full and pink, a little hint of dark red bush, exposed pink ass-hole between soft curving buttocks, tensed thighs and calves, her tits hanging down with rose coloured nipples, her face flushing, surrounded by the mass of curls. She could see me, but it was hard to gage her expression, upside down with the blood running to her face. 

I kept her there for a long time. I turned to Penny, and said conversationally. "I bought her for The Boss at the Meeting in Morocco, about eight months before I got you. Her owner was an old family Boston guy, likes them young and fresh. I checked with him about how she was trained - badly as you can see. Never did anal. Enthusiastic cocksucker, by report. A runaway from Boston itself, home-grown. Obviously Irish stock from the red head. The Boss told me once that he fucked her on the balcony of his hotel in London while The Queen went past in a carriage below. According to the records only the first owner, The Boss and Harry, and two others at a London party, have fucked her, so pretty light duties so far. Not trained to serve as a maid though. We shall have to see to that."

Amber began to tremble and sway, but regained her balance. "I didn't say you could move, slave." I said. 

Amber was short of breath an almost tearful as she said "Please may I stand up sir, I'm going to fall."

"No, but you may kneel." I said. She almost collapsed on her hands and knees, and raised her head to take deep breaths. 

"Now turn to face me slave, and come over here."

Amber turned and crawled to my feet. "You were rude to Miss Harty. Apologise, and kiss her foot."

Amber said "I am sorry Miss Harty."

Penny said "Apology accepted, Amber."

"Now apologise to me." I commanded. Amber did it. "Now Amber, I want you to crawl over there to the middle of the floor, and lie down, face down, with your arms and legs spread. You will wait there until you are told to move. Come Penny, I'll show you the rest of the apartment."

We wandered around, passing through the room where the naked girl lay prostrate as we went from room to room. I got Penny to dress again as we went, so she was fully clothed when Harry came in with the lunch trolley. He raised an eyebrow at Amber's position, but didn't say anything. I asked him to join us for lunch. "I didn't bring mine in, sir. I'll go an fetch it." he said. 

"Nonsense," I said, "There are three plates here, come onto the terrace we'll eat there. The slave can serve us. Girl, get up and come and serve us lunch."

I let Amber eat after we had finished. She then had to change the bedlinen in the Master bedroom, and thoroughly scrub the bathroom. It was clean already of course, but it kept her busy. Penny was delegated to keep an eye on her in between helping me and learning about the business. 

There was a lot to do, now I had a secure email account to work with. Penny and I ate dinner together, without Harry, in the dining room, served by Amber, of course. Amber ate afterwards. Her food was much plainer. In the evening we watched a film, Amber kneeling naked at our feet, fetching us drinks and snacks. Then it was time for bed. I made Amber take a shower, so she was totally clean, then she had to help Penny and I undress, and wash and dry us. Penny wanted to help, but I said no, it was Amber's reward for good service today. 




Life Sentence Ch. 07



Of course I had a hard on, but apart from the contact necessary to wash it I did not let her touch my cock. "You have not been that good today Amber." I said "But you have been good enough that I won't require you to sleep on the marble floor of the atrium. You may go to the room you have been using, and from my bed you may bring the duvet that I own to the master bedroom. You may sleep with it on the floor at the foot of my bed."

Amber was smart enough to realise that this was a reward, and say "Thank you sir."

In bed I reached for Penny and cuddled her. "How are you doing Penny girl?"

"It is all a little overwhelming. And tiring." she said. 

"Yeah. I agree. I had wanted to make love with you tonight, but I'm bushed. In the morning?" I said. 

"Certainly, Master." she said, and smiled. 

"Why the smile?" I asked, for it was a strange smile.

"Oh, all sorts of reasons. I am happy. I'm yours. And tomorrow morning you will make love with me. I like that. It's even better than sex." she said and smiled again. "Is that okay Master?" she said suddenly, as she saw my expression change. 

"Oh, yes. Yes, very much so. Now give me a kiss and go to sleep." I added lightly. 

I lay on the dark and heard the two girls breathing, falling asleep, and thought about a lot of things. One of them was what I had said 'Making Love'. 

Was it love? I knew I was fond of Penny. I was proud of her recovery, and flattered by her devotion. I knew when she called me Master it was always with a capital letter on it, and really what she meant was 'My Love.' She loved me, was infatuated, Helsinki complex and all that jazz plus a few other things maybe, but some sort of love anyway. 

But now I had said it, I realised I meant it. The thing that was different about sex with Penny was that I loved her. It was making love. 

Was I in love? I thought about it. I missed her. I looked forward to seeing her. I felt better with her about. But I still fancied other girls. I would have fucked Amber as she bent over infront of me, except that it would have sent the wrong message. Did men in love lust for other women? 

I thought of Harry and Amber. Would I mind him fucking her? No. But I would be jealous if he touched Penny. Unless it was a threesome, or a group thing. As long as Penny wanted to do it. 

What about Penny and Amber? Tired as I was that thought re-awakened my erection. Maybe I should get Amber up now, make her make out with Penny so I could watch. It would be a suitable display of power. And a turn on. But Penny was tired. Of course she would do it to please me, but that would be abusing her trust. 

That phrase ran through my head. 'Her trust'. What the hell did that mean? She was my slave. I owed her no duty, no consideration, I didn't have to take her desires, hopes or expectations, her idea of fairness into my decision making process. So what if my slave was tired? I had a hard on, wanted to see her licking out Amber's ginger pussy, and fancied face fucking Amber at the same time.

But she was asleep. And in the morning she would wake me with a blow-job, and I would slide between her thighs, and come in her as she wrapped me in her trusting, loving, warm embrace. It was worth waiting for. 

As I drifted off I wondered if Amber would ever hold me like that. 

I was woken by a kiss on the lips from Penny. "Good morning Master, which would you like first, breakfast or me?" she said cheerily. Her hand slid over my chest an stomach to my cock, which was already erect. "Oh, Master, I think that answers the question."

She stroked me a few times, and kissed me again, arousing me, becoming more passionate. Then she said "Can I ride it Master? Please?"

I laughed at the mix of lust and daring on her face, and simply pulled her over me, no answer was needed. "Oh, thank you, Master. I had the most wonderful dream about this, and now, oh, that is even better."

She pushed back on me and I felt the soft wet warmth of her suck me in. Her skin was smooth and hot beneath my hands, her nipples hard and crinkled in contrast to the surrounding flesh. It was quickly intense, I was turned on by her speedily deepening breath, the way she slid back and forward on me, the clenching of her internal muscles, that made me groan and her giggle, "I've been doing my exercises Master, is it working?" she asked and gave a naughty grin. I nodded and thrust up into her in reply. She started a rapid back an forth action with her hips, and her breathing became less controlled. Mine began to speed up as well. 

Penny leaned forward again, and began a long sliding action, with a little pulse of her hips at the deepest part of the stroke to rub her clit against the root of my cock. I let her breasts swing freely above me, although the temptation to grasp them was strong. I looked down between them and could see her dark curly bush, and feel the length of me penetrating her willing and open body as she pushed back. I looked up at her face as she gasped, and saw her eyes glazing, her mouth open, her cheeks red. "Oh Master, may I come?" 

"Yes Penny, come for me."

Two more strokes and she fell on my mouth, kissing me and whimpering and gasping, and clutching me, and kissing me again. Her hips were in a frenzy as her orgasm played out, slowing to A gentle rocking with just the tip of my cock in her as she dropped her head on my shoulder and panted "Oh my Master, oh my, oh thank you Master."

I held her and kissed her and murmured "My pleasure," and rocked her slowly as she lay on me. She was soft and relaxed, loose limbed and flexible, awash with dopamine and hormones. She smelled great. I enjoyed the moment, realising this girl was so utterly vulnerable, and utterly trusting. I felt good about myself. I hadn't felt that for a long time. 

Penny came out of her trance, and I felt her body slowly take up control of the muscles again, and she rose on her hands to look down at me, with a long sigh and an indrawn breath. "Oh, Master, that was wonderful. Now what can I do to thank you?" she said with a sincere smile. "Would you like me to suck you off?"

I grinned at her, charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm. "No, I'm enjoying being right where I am, however..." I rolled us both over, and took a couple of deep strokes "Sadly I really have to go to the bathroom. I'll not be long, but you can play with yourself if you like, keep the mood going."

When I emerged from the bathroom she was still on her back, eyes closed, one hand teasing her left nipple, the other making slow circles on her pussy. I walked towards her, noticing Amber's feet sticking out of the duvet roll at the bottom of the bed, but concentrating on Penny. 

She was beautiful. She was scarred and tattooed and still bore the signs of bad nutrition, but she was beautiful despite all that. No. She was beautiful with all that. Not despite, not underneath the scars, but just as she was. I had got used to the marks her terrible past had left, and hardly even saw them now. 

She lay there, innocent despite all she had done and had been forced on her, wanton despite having every reason to hate a fear men, and sex. She was utterly ravishable, but I could never ravish her. I was drawn to her, drawn between her legs, drawn into her pussy, her arms, her lips. 

"Welcome back, Master," she crooned. 

I looked at her sparkling brown eyes and whispered "How did I ever get to be so lucky, to find you again?"

"Well there is only one door out of the bathroom, and the bed is right in front of it so, it was pretty inevitable." she said, smiling. 

"No, I'm serious Penny, I meant at that Meeting. It was blind chance."

"I'm the lucky one, Master. You saved my life. You made it worth living."

"But don't you see, I could say the same about you? Where would I be if I hadn't found you? Doing the same old things, living in hotel rooms, shagging porn stars and runaways, selling girls to perverts and sadists, lonely and hating myself, even though I didn't know it."

"You would have worked it out. It might have taken a while, but you are a good man, and you must have been starting to know it when you bought me. If you weren't a good man you would have laughed at me being sold for a dollar and thought it was a good thing that the Russian was taking me to kill me."

"I'm not sure that you are right, Penny, but I'm glad you believe in me. I need that. I need someone to believe that I'm better than I am so that I can live up to that. I need you Penny."

"You have me. All of me. Always."

All through this my hips had been keeping their own slow rhythm, my cock deep inside her, my hands on her shoulder blades, hers on my waist. It was probably the most intimate conversation I had ever had. 

I kissed her then, softly and deeply, gradually harder and warmer, passion building, our bodies moving, her hands pulling me to her, legs entwined, hard nipples and soft breasts against my chest, sharing breaths, hearts speeding. 

There were no more words, just shared pleasure, discovering our bodies again, caressing, and tasting and scenting, building an overwhelming world of sensation. It never became frantic. It didn't peak and fall, it simply slowly grew and took over my body, and hers became a fluid extension of mine. She came, and came again, and came again, not crying out or screaming, not strained and panting, just deep, throaty breaths and sighs, and little thrusts of her hips, and internal waves of pressure that squeezed me and brought me to my own climax, pumping my essence deep into her body, sucking in her spicy scent, wallowing in the sound of her heart by my ear. 

It was a gentle, strange thing, unlike other times, it was like being bathed in sunlight from every direction, inside and out. It went on for an age, and as it slowly ebbed I kissed her again and said "Now tell me I'm not lucky."

She smiled and held my face, and said "Okay, we are both lucky" and she laughed as my stomach rumbled. "And we are both hungry. You stay here, Amber and I will get breakfast, after a trip to the bathroom."

I climbed off her and collapsed face down, as she rolled off the bed and made her way to the bathroom calling "Time to get up Amber, quick now into the bathroom and then the kitchen."

Amber appeared at the bottom of the bed. She was wide awake. I wished her good morning and she said "Good morning sir." and went to the bathroom quickly. I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew Penny was climbing into the bed, with a tray, and Amber was standing behind her holding another. 

While Penny and I ate sitting under the covers I allowed Amber to sit naked on the bed and serve us and to eat as well. Penny and I had talked about Amber's training when we were working the day before, and planned to gradually reward her good behaviour with both a little more freedom of action and permission to be more subservient. Positive reinforcement for favoured behaviour. 

So over breakfast we discussed the day ahead, and included Amber in the conversation. I suggested we rest - it was a Sunday after all, and the only thing we had to do was pick up Charley from the airport that evening, which I could delegate to Harry. Of course our things were had been delivered from the hotel and needed sorted, but that could wait. Penny asked Amber what she usually did, and the reply (read novels, watch TV and swim) was taken as good enough for the odd day of rest, but not good enough for the week. Amber was going to have to put her mind to some use, learning some skill. The prospect of being allowed out to take lessons or training, or have teachers come in, was held up as a possible reward for good behaviour. 

It turned out that she was interested in cooking and yoga. Her attitude was considerably better, and the girls seemed to be getting on, although I was beginning to realise that each and every girl I now owned was going to need careful handling, and the potential for discord and jealousy and rebellion was pretty high. How could I keep them as slaves for the rest of their lives without them running away or running amok? I understood why girls were traded on so often, and why brutality and early death was so common. It was easy for owners. 

I let them clear away and go to the bathroom to shower together. Lying in the huge bed I looked at the room. There was a dreadful Damien Hurst thing on the wall opposite, which had to go, and I wasn't fond of the colour scheme. I could live with it, but now I didn't have to... 'Oh crap.' I thought 'now I have to manage the moods of a dozen women, make them careers and happy lives, and redecorate half a dozen houses. What have I got myself into?'