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Billion Dollar Slaves 04 Ch. 01

By: Domwoolf



I took a short break to get some other story lines out of my head and on to paper/computer. Now that they are out there, I return to BDS and my series. I hope you enjoy it. Votes and comments gratefully recieved and e-mails as always get a personnel reply.

Dom Woolf



Chapter 1 Return to Paradise

The private jet developed a system error in its computer systems and was forced to make an unscheduled landing for repairs. Once the repairs were finished they resumed their flight and returned to their island home twenty two hours after their trip had begun. Island customs took about five minutes and five grand slipped to the sergeant in a passport. 

Recent rains had the road flooded at several points and the usual forty five minute trip took an additional hour and a half. Lisa was less than amused by the time the party reached the gates of their seaside villa. She was even less amused to be told she would have to wait for the guard to check with their head of security before he would open the gate. 

Julio came running up to the gate in less than five minutes to find a thoroughly pissed off, wet and tired Mistress standing beside the gate in the rain promising bloody retribution. He hit the gate opening button before he came to a complete halt. 

"I am so sorry, Mistress. I had no idea you were coming home. The guard he is new..." Lisa held up a hand and Julio stopped in mid word. "He is not new. He is fired. And unless I am in a hot bath, with a drink in the next five minutes, He won't be the only one."

Julio was on his radio talking to his guards and the house staff before the car cleared the gate.

An hour later peace had been restored; Lisa, in a much better mood, stepped from her bath into the giant bath towel held by her slave Christy. Christy gently rubbed her mistress dry, followed her to a small makeup couch, and began to comb and blow dry her beautiful red hair. 

Mia, Lisa's other slave for a year, knelt at her feet feeding her bites of salad and small toasted ham and cheese sandwiches. Julio stood at attention near the door where he had been stationed since Lisa began her bath. She finally looked over at the muscular dark skinned head of household security and still another of Lisa's slaves. He was nervous; she could tell that by the way he kept looking everywhere but directly at her. Anyone else watching Julio would just see a towering rock of muscle waiting on the head of the house for orders. 

Lisa crooked her finger; Julio was at her side and on his knees. She reached down and ran her fingers through his black curls. "I am sorry. I was tired and hungry and quite pissed off from the trip. I shouldn't have taken it out on you and that guard." Her fingers clenched around a handful of his hair and she pulled his head back at a painful angle so she could look him directly in the eyes. "But when I am made to wait before being let into My house, by some hired lackey who doesn't even know who I am: I find that to be a problem. One my head of security should have handled before I ever came home. So my darling I blame you."

Julio dared not move, even though his neck was stretched at a painful angle. He knew she was capable of being much crueler than she was being at the moment. He remembered the first time he had been at her mercy. Master Rick and Mistress Lisa had caught him and a friend spying on the villa and made him pay. 

He remembered how Lisa had tied a rope around his cock and balls, leaving his swim trunks around his knees. She used the rope to lead Julio back into the villa where she tied the rope high enough to make Julio stand on tip toes to keep his balls from being ripped off. Lisa set a chair next to the half naked boy and had Christy kneel beside it.

The other boy's name was almost unpronounceable to Lisa so she just called him Fred. Fred didn't object from his position in the cage cuffed and gagged. His swim trunks had been left on the floor and his naked body was on complete display. 

Lisa took another rope and made a hangman's noose, which she used to tie the boy's cock and pull his groin up to the bars. She tied the rope off, leaving his prick outside the cage. Lisa went back to her chair and stroked Julio's cock in an absent-minded manner while she sat and thought.

"Julio" Lisa purred. "How many people know we are living here?"

"Everybody knows the rich American and his women are here. Maam"

"Hummm," Lisa stroked his cock and thought some more. "Are you a bad boy, Julio?"

"No, Maam."

"So you just spy on women and take pictures of them, naked?"

Julio stammered, "Yes Maam. I mean no, Maam. I just, I was, I mean aarragh....."

Lisa had pulled the rope crushing his balls. "You are a bad boy, Julio. I think you and Fred need to be punished." 

Julio watched as Lisa went over to Fred and began placing rubber bands around each of Fred's balls. Fred groaned and shook his head but that was all he could do tied and bound as he was. Lisa smiled at him and bent over to suck his cock, until his long black cock was rock hard. She gave him another big smile.

Julio was watching amazed, this was torture? The crazy rich white bitch. 

Lisa placed another rubber band at the base of Fred's cock, which instantly began to take on a dark purple hue. Lisa motioned Christy forwards. "Christy darling, suck this boys cock for an hour or so."

Christy crawled to the cage; her tits swaying beneath her and her short blond hair haloed her face as she gently licked the head of the shaft. She got the entire shaft wet before slowly drawing the cock into her throat and equally slowly letting it slip out. She kept up the rhythm over and over.

"Some torture huh, Julio?" Lisa sat back stroking his cock. "Of course Fred won't really appreciate it until he has to cum.... And can't. You see the rubber bands will keep him from ejaculating and Christy will just keep sucking and sucking.'

Julio watched in horror as Lisa snapped a rubber band around the base of his cock, she just kept stroking him as she called for Maria (a slave, Master Rick had traded for the twin sisters that were currently putting away the luggage and keeping out of sight.) Julio wished he could. He remembered that Maria had come in all naked and oiled; she had rubbed Julio's cock with her slick titties and began to suck on his swollen member. Lisa stepped behind Julio and smacked his balls with a riding crop from behind between his legs. Julio screamed and Lisa stuffed his mouth with a gag fastening it tight behind his head. 

Maria continued to suck as the boy wiggled against the rope holding him in place. It wasn't long before both boys were screaming behind their gags trying to get relief for their tortured members. The slaves ignored their pleas and kept sucking. 

Lisa went to her toy bag and returned wearing a huge strap on dildo, glistening with the oil she had just applied. She slowly released the rope holding Julio by his balls and eased him down to his knees. Maria followed him down sucking as she went. Lisa bent the boy over and began to push the massive dildo's head against the boy's anus. Julio squirmed and strained to escape his fate but Lisa and Maria had him bound and held too tightly.

His anus began to stretch as Lisa pushed with a steady pressure; bit-by-bit the head of the rubber cock invaded the boy's asshole. Once the head was in Lisa paused for a moment to give his asshole time to relax around the hard rubber. Then she pushed it in inch by inch. She pulled out halfway and began again and again, each time burying more of the massive dong in his ass. 

Lisa fucked his asshole as Maria was sucking his cock. The pressure to cum kept building as Lisa pressed the sensitive prostrate gland deep inside his ass and the slick mouth and tongue of Maria never stopped.

When Lisa heard Master Rick coming she snipped the rubber band allowing Julio too finally cum. She held him tightly, buried to the hilt in his ass as he screamed from the pain of cumming through a penis deprived of blood flow as the blood returned along with the pain of long deprived nerves.

Julio had passed out just as Master Rick walked in the room. 

Oh yes, If she was really pissed, Julio knew he was in for a bad time. He smiled; it had been way too long. Lisa saw the smile and slapped Julio while holding his head by the hair. "I am way too angry and too tired to decide what to do with you right now." Lisa released her hand. "I am going to sleep and when I wake up, I want a full accounting of everything that has been going on here since we left." 

Lisa stood and strode into her bedroom, Christy, and Mia right behind her. The door slammed shut. Julio knelt where she had left him for a good two minutes, just in case she wasn't through with him yet. When he finally stood, he decided he better awaken Frieda. If Mistress Lisa wanted a full accounting they had a lot to do before morning. 

However it was only four hours later at 8 am when Julio had to knock on his Mistresses door. Julio and Mistress Frieda had been hard at work double checking the villa's books when the gate guard called down to the house with news that two policemen were waiting to speak to the house owner and they had a warrant.

Julio knocked for the second time a little harder. He winced at the noise knowing he would pay for waking Mistress Lisa even if it wasn't his fault. The gate guard radioed again, the policemen were getting impatient. Julio pounded on the door, and a naked bleary eyed Christy opened the door.

"Policia. At the gate. With warrants" Julio was visibly upset. "Wake the Mistress. I need to know what to do."

Christy nodded and yawned, she closed the door, and Julio stood and fumed. Moments later the door opened and Christy stuck her head out. "Invite them in, explain that Mistress Lisa got in late, and offer them some coffee. Be polite and explain she will be along as soon as she gets dressed." Christy looked at the open mouthed Julio. "Move Julio before they break in."

Julio snatched up his radio and ran for the front door. Christy closed the bedroom door and went to assist her mistress with getting dressed. 

Julio was nervous around policemen; unlike American police, cops in this country were part cop, part solder, and a law unto themselves. Julio had several run-in's with them in his youth and had learned to keep a healthy distance. What Julio didn't take in to account was that he had been a penniless peasant and Mistress Lisa and Master Rick were very wealthy. Money bought respect, big money bought deference even from the local police.

"Gentlemen. I am Lisa Tyler." She swept into the living room, looking as if she had been up for hours and greeted the two dark suited policemen who jumped to their feet. She seemed like she did it every day. "My father owns this villa, but he is not here at the moment. How may I assist you?"

The older of the two policemen inclined his head. "We have actually come here to speak with you, Miss Tyler. I am Chief Inspector Orme. We have received a complaint from the United States. The police there seem to think you have kidnapped and are torturing a Mia Carter, also that you kidnapped her mother Ruth Carter and her sister a Christy Carter."

Lisa seated herself in the large high backed chair at the head of the living room, with her hand she indicated that the officers should sit also. "Julio, please go and see if Mia and Christy are awake and have them join us please." She smiled at the inspector as Julio hurried out. "I am sure we can clear this up gentlemen. I believe the complaint was filed by a collage classmate of Mia's. He was working as a pool cleaner and stumbled onto a photo shoot we were doing in the back of our home in the states. The shoot involved some bondage and fetish outfits and the young man jumped to the wrong conclusion. We tried to reassure him but I see that he felt he must rescue the young damsel in distress." 

The inspector cleared his throat before speaking, "Exactly what type of photo shoot involves bondage and fetish wear, Madam?"

Lisa smiled. "Advertising. We sell specialty toys and gear all over the world and the sorts of people that buy our equipment are attracted to ads that feature bondage. Certainly that is not so strange in today's world, Inspector."

"Not at all, madam. None the less we must make sure of the ladies safety."

"I would expect nothing less, Inspector. I would hope you would be as diligent should I have need of your services."

Just at the moment when the conversation began to taper off in walked Mia and Christy. Christy was dress to kill in her white leather skintight outfit while Mia came in looking like a catholic schoolgirl, white blouse, tie, and short plaid skirt. 

Lisa could almost feel the cocks rise under the dark suits of the two policemen. "I'll let you ask your questions gentlemen." Lisa swept out of the room. The older official waved to the couch across from where the two officers were sitting. Mia bounced over and sat next to him while Christy took the seat across from the younger cop. 

They asked their questions but it was apparent that neither man was able to concentrate on any thing but the appearance of the two sisters. Christy stood up and held out her hand for the younger officer and led him from the room. "It's such a beautiful day. Let's finish this as we walk and I'll show you around the villa grounds."

Mia moved to sit beside the Inspector, she was telling the Inspector about how her father had spied and photographed her in her bath, how he was always touching her and how he had forced her to have sex... She went in to very graphic detail while holding his arm (for comfort) and her top just happened to be open enough that leaning in to talk very quietly he could see quite clearly down her blouse to the pink tipped nipples of the understandably upset girl. 

Mia's hand just happened to brush against the Inspectors hardening cock. She began to tell him how her father had tortured her tender breasts and she opened her top to show him the bruises that were still fading, not mentioning that these bruises had been done at a much later date by her new master and mistress. 

When his hands began to explore her soft and warm tits, Mia undid his pants and freed his stiffening pole. One of his hands gripped the back of her head and Mia knew she had him as she engulfed his dick in her mouth.

Christy showed the officer around the new addition, the pool and hot tub and took him down onto the docks while explaining about the bondage photo shoot. The bullshit story had been worked out to the last detail to derail the investigation, but Christy sensing an opening in the cops attitude decided to embellish the tale.

"I'm naturally submissive and just love to have a Dominate take me and use me, but of course it's all consensual." She shrugged her shoulders giving her tits a nice bounce that the man could hardly miss. "So I have no problem with being tied and photographed or trying out the new bondage equipment and outfits that our company sells." She indicated her leather outfit by running her fingers down her sides. "This outfit for example is stylish and form fitting, while covering up my body completely, but unzip," here she paused as she pulled on the zipper that went around her right breast. "And this piece drops right off allowing the Dominant full access to my tits for play or whipping."

The cop's eyes were on Christy's chest. "I see and does it have other access points?"

"Oh yes, this outfit allows full access without having to remove a thing." She took his hand and guided it between her legs. "Feel the zipper pulls. When you unzip it forward," the officer pulled the zipper open to the top of her pubic mound. She reached under her ass and pulled the other tab. "and pull, the other up the back." She guided his hand between her legs again. "You can feel just how much access. Yes, just like that!" The cop had pushed a finger into her warm pussy.

He reached over grasping Christy's wrist and turned her towards the railing along the dock, bending her across it, he kicked her legs apart while holding her arm behind her back. He stood admiring the wide open view of her small brown asshole and pink lipped and shaved pussy. He let his fingers explore the curve of her ass and spread the flesh covering the cunt hole. 

Christy heard then felt the cuffs lock on to her wrist, then her other arm was drawn back and locked behind her. His hand reached around her and freed her other breast as she heard the sound of yet another zipper being lowered. 

Christy silently laughed as the hard cock entered her from behind and rough hands reached for her hanging and swaying boobs. He had no finesse, just hard controlling movements as he fucked her on the docks, the waves lifting and lowering the boards beneath them as he rode her roughly into the rail.

Once again Christy felt the satisfaction of being taken forcefully, given no options as to her enjoyment, secured and screwed as a receptacle for his cock and cum. Why this excited her and vanilla sex didn't Christy couldn't say, she was just glad to have found a life where she would be taken often.

The cop pounded into her pussy, nearly dumping her over the rail as he filled her insides with hot sticky cum. Christy's release came moments later, and she collapsed across the railing with the heavy weight of the mans body covering hers. They hung there enjoying the post fuck relaxation for a few minutes before the cops dick slipped out of her dripping cunt. As he stood up she turned and dropped to her knees claiming his slick and dripping member with her mouth and sucking and licking it clean. 

The cop tucked his rapidly softening member back in his pants and stared down at the seminude woman kneeling before him hands still cuffed behind her back. Her face was flushed, her nipples still hard and her exposed and nude slit still dripped moisture and cum onto the dock.

"Thank you, Master."

An hour later the two officials were gone, assured that neither of the young women were being held against their will. They walked into the kitchen and knelt at Lisa's feet. Lisa smiled down at her two friends and slaves. Mia had cum stains on her blouse and Christy had neglected to fasten the zipper between her legs. 

"They will reassure the police back home that the young mans report was quite mistaken." Christy smiled. "The younger cop was a very dominate fuck."

"I thought the old guy was never going to cum, he fucked my mouth forever before I could get him to release." Mia's lipstick was smeared across half her cheek. 

"You both did great, now go and get cleaned up and let's get back to bed." Lisa slumped. "Four hours is just not enough. Julio unless the world is going to end, warn anyone that knocking on my door is a shooting offense." She smiled a quick smile and walked out arm in arm with her two slaves.

Around noon Mistress Frieda emerged from her office in the new addition of the villa. She called for the house staff to meet her on the rear porch. Julio caught up with her just before she went out on the porch. He explained what had happened with the police. Frieda was grateful for the extra time before she had to face Mistress Lisa. She dismissed Julio, turned, and went to talk to her staff.

Mistress Frieda stood on the porch in front of the staff she had painstakingly hired in the months that the Masters had been gone. The villa and grounds were too large for just her, Julio, and the guards to handle. She had hired a cook, a grounds keeper, two maids, and a maintenance man. Frieda worked with Master Rick's friend Jake Martin, a bondage club owner in the nearby port city. He had helped her find staff that was both competent and bdsm friendly. She also got Jake to help Julio recruit a guard staff that could be trusted to do their jobs and either not see or at least keep their mouths shut about the kinds of activities that went on at the villa.


Billion Dollar Slaves 04 Ch. 01



She spoke to her staff reminding them who the villa belonged to and the respect owed to Mistress Lisa and Master Rick. She informed them that Christy and Donna were the head slaves when in residence and their orders carried nearly the same weight as that of Mistress Frieda and Julio. 

She inspected her staff and took reports on the state of the villa before sending them back to their jobs. Julio she knew would be doing the same with the guards especially after the incident last night. She made a mental note to speak to Mistress Lisa about the young guard. He had been doing his job and doing it well, if there was any fault it was hers and Julio's for not preparing them for the Masters return.

Lisa and her personnel slaves slept in until late afternoon. Once Lisa had taken a shower and had some coffee, she went for a walk around the villa assessing its condition before meeting with Frieda and Julio. She loved it here, far more than any place she had lived in her life. The wild unpredictability of the weather, the hot days and cool nights, the jungle cut back just to the edge of their property, all felt right to her. 

The grounds were immaculate where they were kept and the jungle grew right to the edge of the property line. The docks were in good repair. Lisa circled the villa and the new addition as well as the pool, hot tub and porch. Everything as it should be. She entered into the addition and ran into one of the maids, who dropped into a submissive posture. Lisa was impressed if startled.

"What is your name?"

"Aidia, Mistress." The girl was pretty in that unusual way a lot of the islanders had. It was the combination of French/English/Dutch and African and native Indian. It made for some of the most beautiful creamy semi dark skin and dark wavy hair that Lisa had ever seen. Of course the black n white maid's uniform that exposed most of the medium sized breasts and short skirt that exposed the young shapely legs didn't hurt either.

"Back to work, girl." Lisa continued on to Frieda's office. She knocked on the door and entered. "Frieda love, what ever have you been up too? I just met the most darling creature in a maid's uniform.

The next morning the staff and family all gathered in the living room so everyone could be introduced. Mistress Frieda began by introducing the new staff. The maids were introduced first, Macella, a French Creole, had light creamy skin, small breasts but a nicely rounded ass and an almost elfin look to her with slanted eyes, a pert nose and pouty lips. Aidia, in her maids uniform was short and cute, great legs accented by the mid calf high heeled boots she wore. Both of the maid's uniforms were indecent by most standards, short skirts revealing the bottom of their ass cheeks and cut low in the front to reveal their bosoms.

Next Frieda introduced the grounds keeper, Obatak whose name meant peace, harmony, and purity. Afro-Caribbean he was tall and lean, dark skinned and muscular. 

Finally there was the maintenance man Keyon, a young British man who looked like a surfer, blondish brown hair down past his shoulders and tanned to a golden brown. Christy considered him the most eye catching male she had ever seen. The fact that he wore tight shorts which clearly showed his cock bulge and was wearing nothing else didn't hurt either. 

The cook was introduced as Tibbath Lur, a mid thirties woman of ample proportions, whose food according to both Frieda and Julio was "to die for."

Mistress Lisa the night before, in going over the new staff found out that all their staff was referred by Jake Martin and were either submissive' (Keyon, Marcella and Aidia,) or dominate ( Obatak ) or at least kink friendly as in the cook Tabbath. 

Mistress Lisa introduced the family and reminded everyone that Master Rick, Donna, and Ruth would be along in a couple of weeks and her expectation was for the house and grounds to be in perfect order. While Mistress Frieda would continue to oversee the staff, she would be making her own inspections. 

Julio then introduced his guards, looking very professional in their new black and silver uniforms. He explained the rotation and what the guards were expected to do on each shift. All his guards with the exception of two that were on duty, stood inspection. 

The night before Julio and Lisa had talked about the unfortunate guard that had run into a pissed off and tired Mistress and Lisa had provisionally rehired him. Ahexotl, known as Ax, stood rigidly in place, his uniform crisp, shoes shined and sweating, as Mistress Lisa looked him over. He knew one mistake, one button out of place and he would lose the best job he had ever had. 

When Lisa passed him by without a comment; she could almost hear the relief in his very muscles as she passed. 

Once again Lisa introduced the family; she took a moment to explain that while loyalty would be rewarded, disloyalty, gossip, or failure to perform their duty would have dire consequences. She left just exactly what those would be to their imaginations. It had the desired effect, the guards were both in awe and a little afraid of their new boss.

Julio dismissed the guards and the house staff returned to work. Frieda, Lisa, and Christy headed into the kitchen for breakfast and to get caught up. Mia trailed behind until Lisa called Mia to her and formally introduced her to Mistress Frieda.

Mia dropped into a submissive posture until Mistress Frieda finished inspecting her and ordered her up. She placed Mia at a leg spread position with her hands locked behind her head. Frieda ran her hands over Mia's shoulders and down her sides. She stopped at Mia's waist and let her fingers slip under the trembling girl's top. Slowly she allowed her fingers to inch up Mia's stomach, over her rib cage and encompass the swell of the girl's breasts. She began to squeeze with her palm and fingers as her thumb rolled over the quickly hardening nipple. She let her fingers close together and grip the nipples. She started to both squeeze and twist watching the girls face.

Mia was startled when the muscular Mistress began feeling her up. The gentle touch at her shoulders and across her stomach, guickly gave way to the firm squeezing of her tits but when Mistress Frieda began to crush and twist her nipples, Mia found that the woman's hands and fingers were like steel vice grips. She stood the pain as long as she could, when her knees gave out she discovered she was literally hanging from her nipples and Mistress Frieda was holding her entire weight with just her fingers. 

Frieda watched the pain dance across the young girl's face and applied more pressure. The girl collapsed, all her weight being held by Frieda's grip on her nipples. Frieda smiled knowing she was going to enjoy playing with this delicate little girl. She released one hand and caught Mia by the hair, standing her back up on her feet. She released her tit, but held on to her hair until the girl regained her balance.

"She's cute. I will enjoy playing with her later." Frieda gave Mia a smile which did nothing to reassure the young slave impressed by the strength of the ex sailor woman. "So how did we end up with Christy's entire family as our subbies?"

Lisa grinned, "Now that's a tale in itself. Let's eat and I'll fill you in. Mia can serve you during breakfast."

Mistress Frieda glanced at the young slave. "I like that."

Mia shivered knowing she was to be the toy of this large breasted, big boned, rough looking woman. She couldn't wait.



Billion Dollar Slaves 04 Ch. 02



My thanks to all my readers for their comments and suggestions. My appreciation and thanks for the encouragement to continue. Enjoy. Dom Woolf

Part IV A year of Slavery 

Chapter 2 Bars and Boats

Jake Martin was surprised to learn his old buddy's daughter had returned to the islands and without Rick. He was even more surprised when she showed up at his club on a private bondage club night with a small crowd in tow and her own private security detachment.

Jake watched, amused as the young Mistress led her voluptuous slave, collared, and leashed to a large table. Her party included Mistress Frieda in all black leather with a young almost naked slave at her feet. She also brought his old slaves, the twins, in matching yet different colored outfits being led by Julio her head of security.

Five of Julio's guards took up positions near the table effectively surrounding it, without being too apparent that they were there to insure Mistress Lisa's privacy.

Jake recognized several of the young studs as ones he had recommended to Frieda and Julio. Good kids, hard workers looking for a break. Now they looked sharp in their uniforms and Jake saw that they watched everything including each others backs just from where they positioned themselves. Jake was impressed. Julio was taking his job seriously and training the young men to do the same.

Jake stopped at the bar to order drinks for the table before heading over to greet his newest guests. He noticed that each Mistress kept her personnel slave seat next to her but his twins were placed on the floor, kneeling at each end of the table.

"Mistress Lisa. Mistress Frieda. Good evening. Welcome to my club." 

"Mr. Martin. Good evening. I wanted to thank you for all the advice and help that you have been to Frieda and Julio while we have been away. I'm sure Master Rick will stop by later when he returns to thank you also." Lisa smiled up at Jake, poised, confidant and just a little bit haughty. Jake who knew how young she really was, still was interested in seeing her pull off the feeling of royalty and noblest oblige with such grace.

The drinks were served by a pair of almost naked young men much to the enjoyment of the ladies who had them stop and turn presenting themselves to be inspected. 

Jake offered their use for the night and Mistress Lisa had them kneel beside the twins, one at each end of the table like matching bookends.

"I understand you have one of my Fathers old slaves." Lisa asked Jake. "I was wondering if I might get a chance to see her."

"Ahh, slave 57. That's right I traded my twins to your father for her. I'm afraid your father bested me in that trade; she's been such a pain that I have had to have her ummm "modified." I'll see that she stops by your table." Jake smiled. "Enjoy the evening."

Lisa watched the distinguished man stroll away from her table stopping to speak with other patrons, always smiling and greeting each by name, making a little small talk before moving on. She also noted that he watched the entire bar and with a snap of his fingers and a gesture, could have his people handling any situation that occurred. 

Mistress Frieda wasn't as comfortable as she appeared. Her new leather outfit wasn't broken in quite yet and still had a tendency to have to be adjusted from time to time. She was also nervous about being in a bondage club for the first time as she was really still a novice when it came to bdsm. Her unease translated into her petting her new toy Mia, who was herself a bit uneasy about being semi-nude in a public setting, while receiving the attentions of the strong woman who held her leash. 

Lisa had been to the club a couple of times with Rick, but this was her first time solo. She loved the sexual energy the place had, especially when a good scene would attract a crowd to watch. Christy looked good tonight in her shiny latex outfit. The deep blue latex set off her blond ponytail coming through the blue latex helmet. The pushup bra and the skintight latex showed off her breasts and left no doubt that the bra was all she wore under the thin latex as it clung to every fold and curve of Christy's body. 

Mia on the other hand was dressed on a micro mini skirt with no panties and a torn tee shirt, ripped just below her tits, the ragged tee was so thin you could count the bumps on her areola and her nipples stood out begging for someone to pinch them, which Frieda was doing almost constantly.

Frieda excused herself and took her slave on her leash to walk around the club and get a closer look at the scenes being done at the various play stations.

Lisa had the twin's move the new boys to the front of the table where she could get an unrestricted view and had them begin to stroke and play with the boys nicely sized manhood. She warned them not to let the boys cum, just keep them hard and ready.

Ruby and Emma knew just how to do that as they would stroke and tease, kiss and lick along the underside of the erect cocks. They stroked the boy's thighs and buttocks with their nails and teased their anus with their pinkies. The boys stood trembling, their hands locked behind their heads as they strained to go just a little bit farther so they could climax. Their breathing was ragged and their leg muscles were trembling after a half hour of the sexual teasing by the twins for their Mistresses amusement. 

Lisa watched the twins enjoying their task as she played with Christy's now spread open pussy. She had peeled off the latex around her virgina and was rubbing her exposed clit and fucking her pussy with her fingers all the while whispering in Christie's ear all the nasty things she was thinking about doing to her in front of all the patrons of the club.

Christy was hot and sweating in the latex outfit even before her mistress began to play with her, now between the physical stimulation and the obscene whispering in her ear Christy was dying to both cum and tear off the latex for relief.

"Continue until I come back." Mistress Lisa ordered as she led Christy over to one of the electric winches and cuffed her hands to the hook. She used the remote to raise Christy to the point where just her toes touched the ground. She walked around the stretched out girl hanging from the ceiling, stroking her latex covered body, squeezing her tits and ass and rubbing the exposed pussy. 

Christy could feel the strain in her muscles as the wrist cuffs dragged her weight up off the floor. If she strained her toes could just barely take some of her weight. She could see herself in the mirrored walls, arm muscles extended, her rib cage open and stretched, her belly flat, toes pointed as if she was doing ballet. The torn latex around her cunt lips, her face and the ponytail sticking through the helmet were the only things not dark blue and the contrast was striking.

Christy gasped as the first stroke of the whip lashed around her body and caught the underside of her breasts. The latex absorbed the impact for the most part, but split where the leather had struck, leaving a line of uncovered flesh. The whip continued to wrap around her setting her swinging as the latex parted showing where each stroke landed.

Lisa snapped the whip and used just the tip to split the latex at each nipple and striped the latex across her targets back, butt, and belly. Soon latex hung in strips and pieces and al those watching saw more and more of the flesh under the thin blue material exposed. 

Lisa paused to look over her slave, hanging from her wrists, tattered material falling from her body. Her breasts were ripped free of the latex and hung out of the bra, her buttocks had several larger gaps where the latex was torn away, and her back was ribbons of blue hangs down. She looked as though she was dressed in rags, ripped from her body, ready to be ravaged by some obscene mob. Lisa left her hang inviting the watching crowd to inspect her work as she walked back to the table for a drink. She stood watching as people began to trace her whip strokes and lift and probe at Christy's exposed nakedness.

She let that go on for a few minutes before returning to lower the girl and lead her back to the table. Instead of sitting her down Lisa laid her across the table and tied her wrists and ankles to the table's legs. She sat on the couch between Christy's spread thighs and began to lick the girl's naked pussy. As she probed deeper with her tongue she let her hands roam over the girl's body under the torn remains of the outfit and tore away the strands. By the time she had Christy at the point of begging for her release, the girl's single piece of clothing was the helmet covering her head. 

She snapped her fingers and had the twins bring the two boys over their manhood hard as rocks from the constant teasing. She positioned them and allowed them to drive their swollen members deep in Christy's cunt and anus at the same time. She set the twins to working on Christy's nipples and tits, sucking and squeezing as she lowered her own dripping lips onto the bound girls face. 

The boy's didn't last long as Lisa knew they wouldn't. The combination of the twin's stimulation and Christy's hot and tight holes proved too much for them to withstand. They shuddered and spewed into her waiting body and Lisa ordered her slave to cum also. Christy's release caused her to scream into her Mistress's cunt as spasms wracked her body and Lisa came as well. 

Mistress Frieda walked through the club, Mia on her leash trailing behind. She would stop and watch various scenes being played out. She stopped and found a chair at one point to watch a middle aged Dominatrix and her young slave doing a strict bondage scene. 

The slave was fully dressed in a knee length skirt and blouse; she looked like a young professional, maybe a lawyer or real estate sales woman. The Dom had graying short cut hair and a body builder's body. She wore a pair of dark jeans, boots, and a blood red silk shirt with a leather vest. 

She took her girl by the hands over to a stock like arrangement, where she locked her arms in the wrist cuffs built into the device. A bench was raised up against the young woman's stomach and her legs were slowly spread then locked in place at each end of the bench. This left the girl bent over her, thighs up against the bench and arms hanging down to the cuffs in the front of the device.

The Dom brushed the girl's hair out of her face and showed her a wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. The girl began shaking her head no, but didn't say a word. 

Her mistress walked around her trailing the paddle up and over the bound body. She set the paddle across the woman's back and began to lift the woman's skirt. Slowly inch by inch she raised the skirt exposing the stocking covered legs and finally the white panties covering her rounded rear end. 

She smoothed the skirt neatly folded across the upper back and began to slowly roll the pantyhose down her body and legs. Her hands explored the skin on the back of the female legs and inner thighs, traced the edges of the pure white panties, and slid into the waistband.

The bound body shuddered as the panties began to follow the stocking material down to the floor exposing the white globes then the brown pucker of the anus and finally the folds of her pussy seen from behind by the small crowd that had gathered to watch.

The girl began to mutter as her head went from side to side. At first Frieda couldn't make out the words, and then she began to hear the word no repeated over and over. She watched the dominatrix enjoy and play with the bound woman's ass and pussy, stimulating her clit and shoving her fingers in and out of the wet pussy on display to the entire club. The Dom began spanking her smooth ass with her hand, switching from one cheek to the other. The flesh began to turn pink and then a flaming red. 

The Dom next picked up the paddle and tapped it across her butt. The woman's cry of no got louder with each smack. The taps got harder with each stroke and the sound of wood hitting flesh began to grow louder. The Dom's arm rode higher each time and Frieda noticed the girls face covered in tears. The sound of the girl crying and wailing at each stroke keep getting louder until the girl seemed to be hysterically wailing as the dom wailed on her now dark red turning black and blue ass. 

Finally the Dom dropped the paddle and returned to stimulating the woman. The cries changed from wailing to quick short intakes of breath and small cries of ecstasy. Once again the Dom changed pace and removed a small zippered pouch which she opened under the woman's hung down head. 

"Oh no, please Mistress, no." The woman just smiled and pulled a ball gag from her pocket. The cries became muffled but never stopped even with the gag deep in her mouth. 

Sadistically the Dom began to remove from the pouch and insert hypodermic needles into the deep black and blue buttocks of the helplessly tied woman. Needle after needle was slowly pushed in to the plastic stopper at the end of the inch and a half long stainless steel sharp ended probe. Blood began to drip down the legs of the woman, small droplets from each of the hollow spines inserted in her ass. 

Once the globes each had twenty five to thirty needles sticking out of her rounded flesh, the Dom took a strap on dildo from her bah and placed it around her waist. She greased it and pointed the huge rounded end at the tiny puckered circle of the woman's anus and with no warning what so ever rammed the dildo up the woman's butt. 

The woman's head came up neck muscles standing out; even through the ball gag you could hear the scream. The Dom began to butt fuck the woman ramming the needles deep with each stroke. The bound woman began to struggle against the restraints as her body was slammed every time the Dom rammed into her stretched out rear. 

They fucked for at least five minutes before the bound woman shuddered and collapsed. The Dom carefully pulled out and went to the girl's side removing the ball gag and cradling her face in her arms as the girl cried and moaned. She released the girls arm locks and the girl hugged her mistress as she continued to cry. 

Long minutes later the girl had calmed down and her mistress began to pull each of the needles buried in her flesh free. She took alcohol swabs from the bag and wiped the girl until the bleeding slowed and stopped. 

Frieda watched as the girl was released and gently laid on the floor, cuddled by her Dom. Frieda was especially interested in the Dom's aftercare. Once things had settled down she went over introduced herself and Mia and asked about the scene. She found out the Tracy, Mistress Marjory's submissive, wasn't able to orgasm due to a childhood trauma unless she was pushed past her inhibitions by pain and humiliation. The two Dom's talked for a long time as the subbies huddled together and talked quietly.

Lisa had released the two boy's and gotten food and drink for her and her three slaves, when Jake came back over leading a naked and restrained female slave in a hooded mask and dropped her at Lisa's feet. 

"Slave 57" Jake remarked. "You may remove the hood but please don't release the cuffs and chains." He bowed his head to Lisa and withdrew.

Lisa spent several minutes just looking at slave 57 formally known as Miss Maria Courly, The executive slut. Jake had certainly made some modifications to her body. Lisa had heard about the bar through her breasts from Rick but it was obvious that it had been just the first of several things Jake had done to the woman. 

The bar through her breasts was a one inch stainless steel tube with rings on each end and in between her tits. The slave's nipples had steel bands ringing the bottom of the nipple, making it stand out and a bar through it with a D ring for hooking weights or clips to. Her pussy lips had been surgically removed, exposing her clit and virgina hole at all times. The clit was banded and barred like the nipples. Steel D rings had been implanted through the shoulder bones giving a permanent place to clip things at each shoulder. 

Lisa turned the slave around. She had been branded on her left ass cheek with the number 57 in ornate letters. Rings were implanted down both sides of her spine. Lisa fingered the rings and found they went under the muscle tissue. She also had rings through the Achilles tendon at each ankle. 

The woman could be quickly and easily attached to any number of items all over her body. Lisa noticed her entire body was criss crossed with scars from whippings. The very pretty Miss Courly was no longer quite so pretty in a conventional sense, but in the world of serious fetishers, people that took piercing and sadistic bondage to the extremes she was now even more beautiful.

Lisa examined the hood covering Maria's head. It left the slave blindfolded and judging from the size of the bumps over her ears, deaf. It had a built in cock gag keeping the slaves mouth stretched open with a round plug that could be removed for access. Lisa undid the snaps holding the plug in place, as she had expected the mouth was held open at its widest stretch. Lisa paused, looking twice to be sure; every tooth had been pulled, her tongue pierced and a sort of brace was fitted at the rear of her jaws on each side holding them open even without the gags help.

Lisa snapped her fingers in Julio's direction; he was at her side almost instantly.

"Face fuck this slave!"

Julio unzipped his pants and stroked his cock a few times to get hard. He reached out and grasped the back of the hood forcing the spread open mouth down on his cock. He stood ramrod straight and used his strong arms to force the slaves head up and down on his cock.

Lisa watched from her couch, noting the slave's body posture and the lack of resistance from her head and neck as she was forced to take all of Julio's good sized manhood in to her mouth and throat. 

"Julio, I want you to have two of you men fuck her at the same time."

"Maam, they are on duty I really..." She stopped him with a simple lift of a finger.

"I doubt we are in danger here in the club, and there are still three of your men to keep watch. Do it."

Julio activated his throat mike and called two of his men to him; in seconds they had arranged themselves and were fucking Slave 57 in all three holes. Lisa noted that the slave cooperated, even to using her leg muscles to lift herself up and down the cocks in her pussy and ass.

"Stop!" she commanded. All three men froze awaiting instructions. Slave 57 continued to lift and drop never noticing that the men inside her had stopped fucking.

"Continue." Lisa ordered sadly. She sat back and watched until all three men had cum. She ordered the twins to clean up the slave and take her back to Jake.

"Julio, we are leaving. Have one of your guards find Frieda and meet us at the cars. She stood and strode from the club. Julio called for the cars and sent one of his men to retrieve Mistress Frieda and Mia as he followed his Mistress out.

Lisa was quiet the entire trip back to the villa and withdrew to her room with Christy,

Once inside she hugged her friend and slave and sobbed in her arms.

When her Mistress had quieted Christy asked what was wrong.

"Slave 57." Lisa spoke quietly. "She used to be Maria, but whatever Jake had done to her; broke her. There is nothing inside that body but an obedient sex toy. A thing to be used and abused and eventually discarded. Just another broken toy."

Several days later Lisa slammed out of the villa's office, clearly pissed at something. She stalked around the villa and everyone stayed out of her way. She grabbed one of the maids. "Where is Frieda?"

The maid pointed, "Mistress took Mia and went to the beach, Madame."

Lisa dropped the girls arm and strode from the villa. Her mood had not improved ten minutes later when she found Frieda and a tightly bound Mia being tortured by Frieda stimulating her to the point of cumming and then walking away until she cooled down. 




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Despite her anger Lisa waited until Frieda finished bringing Mia almost to climax. When she stood up and turned to walk away Mia's scream of frustration brought a smile to Lisa's grim look.

"Mistress Lisa, How may I help you?" Frieda was concerned as Lisa had been in a rotten mood ever since the club.

"I have been trying to rent a damned boat for two days and all I'm getting is the runaround. I wondered if some of your harbor contacts might be able to help."

Frieda paused for a moment before she replied, "It's the height of the tourist season, I doubt if there is an unchartered boat in a thousand miles. Why don't you just buy one?"

Lisa closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "Of course, Thank you darling, as always your good common sense comes up with the answer that should have been right in front of my face." Lisa kissed her and ran back towards the house.

Frieda turned to her bound captive. "I think maybe just a couple of times more..." Lisa got on the internet and looked through the various yacht dealers on the neighboring islands. She called several and found a deal on one of the two that she had picked out. She had to settle for a blue hull rather than the black she had wanted but due to a default from the original buyer she was able to get many of the optional upgrades at far less cost.

Three days later the Sea Ray 60 Sundancer was delivered and turned over to its new owner. Sixty one feet long, twin 1100 diesel CR Man engines, three state rooms with room for 8 and teaked out galley and salon, she was an elegant craft. 

Frieda and Lisa went over every inch of the yacht and took her out to get a feel for how she handled. Frieda was in love with the big powerful and smooth handling ship from first sight. She had missed being on the water ever since Rick had sold the Second Chance, now she had a new and beautiful ship to pilot. 

Lisa showed everyone around her new ship and finally unveiled the name. My Mistress was painted on the stern.

The next afternoon found the family out on the waters, Christy and Mia tied, nude and spread out on the sundeck, the twins lashed between their legs and Julio watching the cockpit. Mistress Lisa and Mistress Frieda played pirate and spent the day toying with and working over their captive crew.

Late in the day Julio interrupted Mistress Lisa as she was preparing to fuck Christy with a strap on dildo.

"Maam, Radio call. Master Rick just landed and will be at the house within the hour."

Lisa paused for a second then rammed the oil soaked silicon into Christy's open and wet hole.

"Have Frieda head us for home, best speed and let's get ready to show our Master our new toys."

She pulled Christy's hair until her neck was arched back. "We still have time for a good fuck first." 

Christy murmured something that might have been agreement but it was hard to tell since her bikini panties were stuffed in her mouth and tied in place with her bikini top. Lisa proceeded to fuck the bound girl using her riding crop liberally on her submissive's red ass. 

Master Rick stood on the dock watching the approaching yacht. He grinned at the picture of the figureheads on a modern cruiser. Of course these particular figureheads were the bound and naked bodies of his twin slaves. The rest of the family was standing along the rails waving as the yacht made for the dock. 

Donna and Ruth joined Rick on the dock as the family was finally reunited.



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Dear Readers,

Several of you have commented on the realism of my stories and I wish to thank you for noticing that. I write to entertain, to educate and if I have done my job correctly, to make people think in ways they might not have before reading my stories. Mostly, I just hope you enjoy my little tales of darkness.

Dom Woolf

Chapter 3 Parties and Politics

Lisa and Rick were relaxing on the beach front porch after the first dinner attended by the entire extended family, talking about recent events, catching up on their various adventures and discussing the future. Lisa's slave Christy knelt on her pillow beside her Mistress, naked as always serving her bites of snacks and keeping her wine glass full as needed. Donna, Rick's slave/wife knelt on his side of the couch doing much the same with the exception being she knelt directly on the hard wood deck and a tray containing Rick's snacks was attached to the rings through her nipples, its weigh held suspended by her tits. 

Looking out from the vantage point of the couch Rick and Lisa could see their newest acquisition the Sea Ray 60 Sundancer yacht named My Mistress and her Captain, Mistress Frieda working her new crew of willing slaves, the twins Ruby and Emma and her personnel slave Mia as she had them polish and clean every inch of Frieda's pride and joy.

Noises from the open lanai windows told the tale of what Rick's other slave Ruth was up too. Julio and the grounds keeper, Obatak, were introducing the newest house slave to the joys of island sex. Ruth had never been had by two men at the same time nor had she ever been with a man not of her own race. Currently she had one black cock driving into her pink pussy while another was doing his best to force his rather long cock into her stomach via her mouth and throat. Adding to her experience was the simple fact that she didn't know either man, she was tied nude and suspended in the main living room of the house. This meant that others that she had just met like the maid staff were wandering in, watching for a few minutes, and then leaving only to be replaced by others, guards or the British maintenance man who sat in an easy chair watching every thing being done to her. That he was enjoying it was obvious by the size and hardness of the cock he was stroking as he watched. 

Ruth, until a few months ago, had led a very sheltered life. She had been a typical mom and housewife who had dreamed of having adventures. Then her world had fallen apart when she discovered her husband was a pedophile preying on her daughters. Divorce was too much for her husband, he lost his mind, kidnapped and raped one of her daughters and attempted to torture her before being killed by the police. 

Rick and Lisa had saved Ruth and her daughters; they had also introduced them to the world of bondage and submission. Now Ruth was living the adventures she had only fantasized.

Her fantasies had been remarkably vanilla compared to the reality she was living. Here she was the sex slave of a billionaire and his dominate daughter, living on a tropical island paradise, and being fucked by huge, strong, and muscular black men as others watched her shameless exhibitionism. Ruth could only wonder what would happen to her next.

Lisa and Rick stopped their conversation and listened for a moment as Ruth's cries of orgasm and the accompanying sounds of the men's grunts of satisfaction as they came grew quite noisy. They smiled at each other and resumed their talk.

Lisa told Rick about Maria, now known as slave 57 and how she had been broken by Jake until she was a just a unthinking sex toy for use in his bar/bondage nightclub. 

Rick detailed the trip to San Francisco and the adventures he and Donna and Ruth had enjoyed at the Folsom street fair. They discussed the staff additions and the purchase of the yacht. They had just finished when Julio brought Ruth crawling in collar and chains to the porch and returned her to Rick. Cum still dripped from her chin and pussy, the rope marks still stood out on her wrists and ankles where she had been suspended. Her breasts showed the redness of much manhandling, her ass the imprints of strong swats from the men hands.

Rick inquired. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes Master. Very much! I have never been fucked so completely or so deeply."

Both Christy and Donna giggled, remembering their first gang bangs and how Ruth hadn't seen anything yet. 

Lisa got an evil grin on her pretty face, "Christy darling use your pretty tongue and clean up your mother. Donna you can help, too," Christy helped remove Donna's serving tray before the two turned towards Ruth, grinning, and making lewd licking motions with their tongues.

Ruth pretended to be horrified as both women crawled over to Ruth and began kissing and licking her all over. Not restrained by specific orders the three simply enjoyed each other as their Masters watched.

Lisa watched the three pretty submissive's at play, enjoying the contrasts of size and skin and hair color. She noted the various bruises that decorated the women's skin with spots of color and the scars that her mother bore from repeated whippings. She marveled at the fact that all three women could be happy and fulfilled in a life of service and sexual slavery. She enjoyed serving Master Rick, but other then him, she would never submit to another again. She enjoyed being the one in charge of her own life and in charge of the lives of her slaves.

Lisa looked back over her life, seeing where she had come from and where she was now. She wondered about the future, not believing that marriage or kids were something she was interested in. She would be twenty seven next year, most of her high school and college friends were already married and pumping out kids and enjoying a typical family life.

She looked out over the home she shared with Rick, the extended family they both had and the life they lead. She was content.

"Earth to Lisa." Rick's voice seemed to come from a long ways off.

"Sorry I was spacing a bit thinking about our life here."

"That's ok love. I was just asking what you thought of throwing a Halloween party."

Lisa's face lit up in a big smile. "That would be fun. We could do the whole costume and decorations around a dungeon theme and use the play room for the party."

Rick cracked up. "The purloined letter trick! Hiding our lifestyle right out in the open. I love it."

Lisa jumped up from her chair. "Oh my God, Halloween is in two weeks. Christy, get Frieda and meet me in the office." Lisa ran off, a bemused and slightly confused Christy untangled herself from the pile of playing women and ran down to the beach. 

Ruth and Donna lay back propped up on their elbows and looked at Master Rick. "Master, you sure know how to ruin a good session." Both women grinned at Rick's startled expression.

"What did I do?" 

The next week was a flurry of activity as Lisa and Frieda made the million and one decisions about the party. Rick watched bemused but refused to get involved, as far as he was concerned this was the girl's idea and they could handle all the arraignments. He was amazed however at the enthusiasm of the staff and guards as well as the rest of the family. 

The original dungeon party idea had expanded until it was now a pirates and dungeons party with the costumes to center around a colonial 1700's motif. The amusement factor ceased to be, approximately the third time he almost got run over by a maid carrying a batch of costumes or decorations hurriedly from one place to another in the villa. Rick surrendered and retreated to Jakes bar for the afternoon leaving the noise and chaos behind.

Jake as usual was surrounded by his bevy of beauties and a quiet jazz entomb was playing in the background as Rick dropped into a seat and ordered a rum and cola.

"Party prep drove you out I take it?"

"How'd you guess?" Rick gulped his drink and signaled for another.

"I think I have gotten fifteen calls from guests asking about costumes or to borrow equipment and more calls from Frieda about servants and security. Let me venture to guess; you're staying out of the planning and prep?"

"Yep. Their big girls now, I think they can plan an adult party without my input."

"Rightly so. Now that your here. I was wondering, have you heard of my little money making opportunity?

Rick glanced at his old friend. "I haven't been in the loop, since I got back. What's it about?"

Jake chased away his toys, leaving the two men alone. "Well you know what local politics around here are like. Seems someone heard about how we handled our little drug problem last year and they know what type of thing goes on here. So they put two and two together and came up with an idea to quietly place some of their more recalculate guests in an environment where they might be gently persuaded to part with information the higher ups would like to discover without having to explain why the police are holding and torturing prisoners."

"Plausible deniability."

"Exactly. I get to keep and expand my business, the bills for new equipment get paid from else where, and I get to do what I love best with no restraints."

"And certain portions of the government get an experienced interrogator 'off the books.' You're playing a dangerous game my friend." Rick observed.

"Price you pay for living in a country whose constitution is just so much toilet paper and gets rewritten by each despot that grabs power."

"So how's this supposed to work?"

Jake smiled a worried smile. "I get a great deal on the building behind the club, so I expand the ground floor of the club into the next building, the second floor becomes barracks and offices for security types with an outside entrance and a secret staircase to the basement but no access from the club, the basement gets cells built in and a tunnel leading to my basement which gets the new equipment and soundproofing and 'presto chango' instant black ops gitmo." 

Rick sat back thinking about the changes and the possibilities. Government sanctions with no restraints and an endless supply of nameless victims; a sociopathic sadist's dreams come true. Rick always knew Jake was bent but society's morals, laws and consequences had restrained his actions to an acceptable level, without those constraints he wondered just how far Jake would take things. 

'I wonder just how far I would allow myself to go?' Rick thought to himself.

All Hallows Eve the villa was awash with lights and decorations and music. Guests poured in, most, but not all in period piece costumes as pirates or gentry, colonial militia or sweeping bells of the old south. Some came with slave costumes complete with cuffs and ball and chains. Somehow the private party had become a very public and very posh affair attracting the rich and idle from the entire island and several surrounding areas. 

Lisa had her staff in authentic servant outfits and the guards dressed as British military red coats. The twins were chained in the dungeon, naked from the waist up with slave collars and authentic cuffs; their pussy's wrapped in an easily removed loin cloth. Christy, Mia, Ruth, and Donna all wore "Victorian" corsetry tightly lacing their waists and exposing the ample swells of their breasts above the lace and finery of their hooped skirts and low cut blouses.

Lisa, Rick and Frieda wore pirate Captain's outfits with frock coats, vests, twill knicker pants, frilly shirts, three corner hats, baldrics, gloves and yes even the wig. 

Jake showed up with two of his slaves, one dressed as a ravaged lady with torn skirt and petticoats, the other a small black girl in a servants outfit the back torn away to show off her whipped back. Jake wore The Slashed Dandy a classic example of a mid 17th century chevalier with the high waisted doublet and baggy pantaloons which were highly fashionable in this period. His outfit included the Slashed doublet, Pantaloons, Lacy Dutch boy shirt, and caplet. All in all, an outfit that suited his style and ego.

Jake had also hooked Lisa up with a few friends that had lent her some period pieces for the dungeon, an iron maiden, a rack and several versions of stocks now decorated the dungeon and back patio. 

Music was playing in several portions of the house and grounds; a string quartette was doing waltzes in the living room. The back porch and beach had a more contemporary band and the dungeon had a mad electronic harpsichordist doing weird and dramatic mood music. 

One of Jakes bouncers was doubling as the dungeon master for the night in an executioners costume complete with hooded mask. 

Everyone should had been vetted or vouched for by people known to the family or Jake. Everyone attending knew what to expect and was there to enjoy themselves. The party was in full swing before 10 pm, with most of the equipment in full use.

Lisa had stopped in to the dungeon in time to watch fascinated, as one of the Dom's racked a girl. Her wrists were bound to the large drum at the head of the rack while her dainty feet had been locked in the stocks at the far end. Slowly the Dom turned the big wheel, wrapping the rope binding her wrists and stretching the girl across the frame. He stopped, locking the wheel, to tear away the front of her blouse exposing her puffie tipped breasts. His rough hands squeezed and stretched her breasts, eliciting painful moans from his subject. 

He returned to the wheel turning it once more to the next point on the ratchet, stretching her muscles and elongating her frame. He returned to tear her dress down the front exposing her taut belly. Lisa wanted to run her hands over the bound form and feel the stretched tight muscles. The Dom ratcheted the rack another notch, Lisa could see the skin begin to stretch and sweat as the girl groaned from her painful position. 

The rest of her clothes were torn from her body revealing just how much her body had already taken. Her rib cage was pulled up, concaving the skin of her stomach, tilting her pelvis up, her cunt rising above her belly. Her Master took advantage of her exposed and vulnerable position to tease her clit with a heavy massage unit. He played the unit over and around her pussy constantly moving, teasing, and stimulating her. At the same time he played, pulled, and stretched her tits. Her body tried to react but the only part that could move was her neck and head thrashing from side to side as she screamed as quickly as she could draw breathe.

Lisa couldn't believe the girl's body could actually shudder through an orgasm, even as she watched it do it. She knew the muscles must be tearing from the stress and her Dom knew it too. He hit the release and gathered his shuddering submissive to his chest. Lisa walked away breathing deeply from her own charge of emotion. 

Rick and Jake had come up with a variation of the old party game bobbing for apples. It still involved a tub of ice cold water and a bunch of apples but instead of just letting people try to grab an apple, the new version used bound and suspended slaves being dunked at the end of a rope. 

So far the party goers were taking to the new game with a lot of enthusiasm, subbies, wives and girlfriends had been tied and lifted and dunked into the giant tub full of apples. The tub was actually a clear glass 4 ft deep dunk tank and filled with over a thousand apples. It was also kept ice cold by the floating chunks of dry ice that also gave off a cold mist. Dry ice could also burn the skin if it came into contact for more than a few seconds so there was the element of danger as well. However with a prize of one thousand dollars and a new custom made corset there were plenty of husbands, Dom's, and boyfriends willing to strip and dunk their companions.

Each contestant was listed on the big chalk board behind the dunk tank and the winner of the one minute try was a trophy wife of a local politician who had no problem stripping off her top to expose her large silicon boobs and had managed to snag six apples in just under the one minute mark. He husband seemed to delight in watching her antics but had the rope which was used to lift and dunk her pulled by one of his security people. He had also left her suspended upside down while her count was tallied and written on the big board all the while he was playing with her cold hardened nipples, much to the delight of the crowd. 

Some women went in topless and some completely nude, including one woman whose boyfriend lost his grip and dropped her into the tank. Ricks security people fished out the semi frozen woman and helped her to the warming and drying area. 

Frieda had set up a contest of her own to help a local women's shelter. It tickled her weird sense of humor to set up an old fashioned ships flogging and make people pay per stroke to flog a person from a group of slaves and volunteers. The flogger was deer hide lots of sound and fury, red marks and stinging stripes but way to soft to do any lasting damage.

The chosen victim would be pulled from the cage kicking and screaming and dragged over to the cross, there to be secured and their shirts torn away as the buyer proceeded to wail away at the naked flesh. 

The flogging booth was making a ton of money and at first Frieda was worried about running short of bodies to flog, to her amazement she had more and more volunteers as the night progressed. Women who had never shown interest in bdsm were pushing their husbands to flog them for charity and proudly showing off the stripes to their friends. 

"Boss!" Julio ran up to Rick a strange look on his face. "We gots too many peoples. Way more than Mistress Lisa say. Everybody shows invite and brings friends, but way too many invites. Boss I got four hundred cards at the gate. Four hundred, Boss!"

"Relax Julio. This party went out of control a long time ago. Just have the guards keep an eye on the crowd, toss out anyone that starts trouble and let me know if anything comes up you need help with."

Rick signaled Donna as Julio ran back to issue orders to his guards. Donna had been serving drinks and brought Rick a large pewter tankard of island ale. Jake joined him pinching Donna's nipple as she went past and swatting her tail as she moved around him. 

"Great Lass ya got there matey." Jakes pirate imitation sucked, but Rick laughed. "And a great ass to boot."

"Good thing you clued me in about the party becoming the social event of the season. Julio is having kittens because the invites outnumber the guest list four to one."

Jake grinned. "Yeah it wouldn't due for one of these islands great benefactors to run short of food and grog."

"Not much chance of that. I quadrupled the order for everything once you told me about the counterfeit invites making the rounds to all the money folk and politicos."

Jake swigged from his rum bottle. "Well, it was selfish on my part, ya know. I hate running out of rum before I run out of bums to pinch and tits to spank or verse visa."

"Speaking of same. I wonder where Ruth, Mia, and Christy are."

"I saw Miss Christy in the pool of floggerette's earlier. Haven't seen the other two." Jake nodded towards the charity booth. 

"I'll catch up with you later." Rick started searching the crowd. Jake laughed and spotting two unescorted women swept them up in his big arms. "Ladies, have you ever bobbed for bananas?

It took Rick a few minutes of searching to discover that Lisa had the mother daughter team running a game in the covered pool area. Another take off of a traditional Halloween party game, in the original scones were hung by strings and the contest was to eat the scone without using your hands. In Lisa's version couples had to try to eat a scone together. The first couple of the ten couples playing to finish their scone got to penalize one of the other couples by removing a piece of their clothing. As each couple was made nude they were eliminated, last couple with any clothes won the prize. 




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To make it fair each couple started with the same amount of clothes, shirt, pants, and drawers of the male or female type, Bras, socks, and shoes were eliminated before the contest in the interest of moving things along. Lisa had Mia tying scones and Ruth tying couples hands behind each others back, then blindfolding the couple.

The crowd was enjoying the show as couples missed the scone and kissed each other or bumped noses as they rubbed scones all over each others face.

All three women watched and called a stop when the first couple finished their scone. They were untied and with blindfolds removed got to wander among the remaining couples and choose a piece of clothing to remove. New scones were tied, the first couple returned to their position and was retied, and the game began again.

Rick found it interesting that men removed a shirt of a competing woman while women removed the men's pants. Soon most of the women were topless, several of the men were fully dressed, and two of the men were nude. Since the team wasn't out until both lost all their clothes, it began to get very heated as the semi nude couples tried to ignore their partner's naked points and eat the scones. 

When it got down to five couples Lisa added another twist, the scones were tied lower about chest height, then were covered in maple syrup. Now the scones stuck in interesting places and sticky sweet liquid dripped everywhere. Nipples got nipped and tits got licked and the crowd got noisy.

Of the five remaining couples two had nude men, two had nude women, and one couple had one men's shirt between them. Rick walked away grinning and toured the entire property before rejoining the party.

On the tour he had seen several couples getting frisky on the beach and others simple skinny dipping. Several bonfires were going on the beach and couples were sitting and talking or dancing to various music players. 

Rick reached the dungeon where he saw the twins were being used by several men and one couple. Most of the play stations were in use and the dungeon master had everything running smoothly. 

Upstairs he ducked into his office and discovered Jake getting his cock sucked by one woman and nuzzling the tits of the second while drinking from his bottle of rum. Correction Ricks bottle of imported rum from his liquor cabinet. 

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Abso-fucking-lutly"

Rick poured himself a drink and sat in his chair behind his desk.

Jake pinched the nipple of the woman on his lap, "Darlin, go show Mr. Rick how talented your little tongue is." The woman slid off his lap and crawled over to Rick, her small tits swaying beneath her. She spent several minutes figuring out how the costume pants worked but eventually got the open and proceeded to lick and suck the semi hard cock inside.

Rick absentmindedly stroked her hair as he activated the security camera screen and flipped from view to view watching for trouble or anything interesting while the woman worked on stimulating his cock. Bored he wrapped his fingers in the woman's hair, pulled her head back, and slapped her across the cheeks. 

When she cried out he slapped her again then shoved her face down on his cock and held her in place as he face fucked her. The woman squirmed, choked, and gasped for breath. Rick barely noticed, but his cock got harder.

Holding her immobile he slowly pushed his cock into her throat, she started fighting to get free, not that she could, as she was jammed between his chair and his desk. He hooked his thumbs into her mouth, shoved behind her teeth, forcing her jaws apart. He wrapped his finger behind he skull and pulled her tight into his groin. He could feel her throat muscles working to swallow that large piece of meat stuffing her windpipe. Her hands beating against his thighs slowly got weaker and he pulled his cock out far enough to allow her straining lungs to draw a deep breath. He pulled her in tight again and held her as she fought. 

Jake watched as Rick strangle fucked the woman. Each time she was on the point of passing out he allowed her a breath or two before closing off her airway with his dick forced into her throat. Jake knew the girlfriend sucking his cock had no idea what was going on and the idea that she was totally ignorant of her friends struggle to survive turned him on.

The woman's struggles ceased and Rick pulled out, yet the woman stayed limp. Rick reached down and caught her nipples in his fingers, squeezing and twisting at the same time. The woman's body reacted and the sound of her drawing a huge breath was louder then the sound of Jake's slut sucking. He watched as Rick allowed the woman several breaths. She jerked away from him only to have his hands catch her hair and draw her back into his crotch.

She drew a breath to scream, only to have his cock invade her open mouth, his hands grip her hair and skull, and the huge rod of hot meat slide into her throat as her nose was smashed into his pubic hair. Rick looked down at the tortured woman, watching her eyes grow wide as the breath she had gotten began to run out and the thick rod continued to fuck the insides of her throat. Her eyes began to roll back in their sockets as Rick spewed his creamy cum into her. 

He dropped her body next to his desk and placed his foot on her chest between her flattened tits. He snapped his foot down forcing the used up air from her lungs and watching as nature took over. She drew one deep breath and then another, Rick sat back down buckling his pants before picking up his drink and settling back in his chair, the woman forgotten.

Jake looked over at his friend who was already absorbed in the security screens once more, then looked down at the half naked woman coughing and choking as she lay on the rug.

"Well happy fucking Halloween." 



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Part IV A year of Slavery

Chapter 4 Limits and Opportunities

It was a bright Friday afternoon in early spring when Lisa walking past Rick's office picked up the ringing phone that would change everything for her. 

"Jake! How nice you finally remembered you have friends. We haven't seen or heard from you since the Halloween party; not even when we visited your club for New Years."

"Hey Darlin. I've missed your sweet ass too, but I been a busy boy. Work-in ya know. Not all of us are blessed with the Midas touch like you and Rick." Jakes voice while joking sounded tired. "Is the boss man available? I'm in need of some help, like right away!"

"Rick is here but in bed with a real nasty spring flu."

Jakes sigh sounded like a man who had just lost his last life line. Lisa knew that Rick would want to help his old friend. "Anything I can do to help Jake?"

"Well darling I thank ya kindly but this is more in Rick's old line of work." 

Lisa knew that certain elements of the government had made a deal with Jake to do some very unofficial interrogations as a way to allow the government to able to deny that torture was used to obtain confessions. Rick had gone over a few times to observe and even to participate. Torture with no rules and no need to consider the ramifications of one's actions, a sadists dream job.

"Jake, I've helped Rick out on a few things from his old line of work. What do you need?"

"Nuthin I can discuss on the phone, love. Jake answered cautiously. "Why don't you come down to the club and I'll show you the new digs?"

"Thirty minutes Jake. See you soon." Lisa hung toggled the phone to disconnect from Jake and dialed the security line. "Julio, I need the rover and a couple of guards in front in five minutes."

Lisa went to her room, changed in to her dark jeans and shirt; she checked her 9mm and placed it in its shoulder holster along with several extra clips. Packing items that might be useful in a duffel bag she called for Christy. 

Three minutes later both young women were just exiting the front door when the armored land rover pulled up. Rick had bought several of the modified rovers and two armored limos after the riots following the big hurricane. While not up to presidential standards, the vehicles were proof against most hand guns and small fire bombs.

Lisa tossed her duffel bag to the guard/driver, as did Christy, both girls climbed into the rear seats as the driver stowed the bags. The driver and his partner got in the front and drove through the gates headed towards town. Arriving at Jakes bar the driver remained in the vehicle as the girls climbed out and retrieved their gear. The guard escorted them to the door of the bar. Lisa told him to wait with the rover and the girls went inside. Jake met them at the door of the almost empty bar. The lunch rush had ended and the afternoon and evening rush was still hours away.

"This way, Ladies." Jake escorted the behind the bar to an office in the rear where he used a key card to open an elevator door and escorted them inside. Once the door closed he handed each of them a key card and programmed their finger prints into a scanner. The elevator descended into the basement.

"The key cards open every door and control the elevator." The door slid back, revealing a short corridor and another door. One wall of the hallway was dark mirrored class. "The glass is bulletproof and conceals a guard watching who enters and exits."

Jake used his card and finger print to open the far door. "There are six separate interrogation rooms in what used to be my basement storage area. The building on the other side has ten separate cells for holding our guests and a medical unit with three beds. Up on the second floor of the other building are the guards sleeping quarters, a kitchen and dining area and the security watch room."

"Impressive!" Lisa remarked. "The government built all this just to have deniability?"

"Yep, the guards and the retrieval squad were hired off island and don't exist in anyway that can be tied back to the government. All information and the retrieval squad's orders come across the internet."

"The problem is somebody giving the orders doesn't have a clear understanding of interrogations, the time they take, and the work involved. They seem to think we can break a person in minutes like an assembly line and just move on to the next."

"So draw them a picture." Lisa laughed.

"I'd like to and I am getting them straightened out so this won't happen again but in the meantime I have to deal with the situation at hand." Jake opened another door that lead to a private office. "Here's the problem in a nut shell. I have six drug runners that the local cops captured in a raid. We know one of them is second or third in the gang and we know that a big shipment is being brought ashore Sunday night. If we can break them before then we can seriously damage the cartels operation here on the islands and maybe all the way back to the big dogs in Columbia or where ever this shit is coming from."

Jake sat behind the desk, turning on a series of monitors. "At the same time we got an opportunity to blow apart a conspiracy inside the government itself." Jake pointed to two of the monitor's, one showing a middle aged man alone in a cell, the other showing a room with a nicely dressed woman, and a younger woman/girl in a school uniform.

"That is Antoine Barrestas, one of the biggest most influential bankers on the islands. We think he is the power behind the drug cartels, most of the criminal element and most of the bribed officials in the government. We caught him as he was leaving on his boat for a weekend holiday. No one knows he has gone missing and won't until he doesn't show up on Monday. If we can break him, we get the names and evidence against a major part of the corrupt officials who allow drugs and prostitution and gun running and who knows what else to go on. We clobber their money laundering, bust the bad cops and soldiers and the people who protect them. Come Monday once they know he is missing, they will disappear or change everything, and our window to catch them is gone."

"Who are the women?" Lisa asked.

"His wife and his daughter, neither of which know anything about hubby except that he is an important banker. They were picked up as his wife was picking up the daughter from school."

Lisa stood up and walked into the center interrogation room on one side of the corridor. Both sides were windowed with opaque glass that could be cleared or made into one way mirrors electronically. "This will do. Wife on one side, daughter on the other, banker gets to watch from the middle. What are the rules?"

Jake looked at her, studying her for a few moments as if making up his mind. "You can't kill him. It would be best if you didn't mark up his face in case we have to show him off on Monday other than that just about anything goes."

"What about the wife and daughter?"

Jake shrugged. "What about them?"

It was only a half hour later when the guards brought the banker into the center room and cuffed him to the chair bolted down in the middle of the floor. They finished securing him and walked out closing and locking the door behind them.

The man looked around, not really worried; after all no matter what the police did by Monday he would be released, after all he was a very important person and had something on just about every other important person in the government. No one could touch him if he just kept quiet and once he was release he would have everyone associated with his incarceration fired or killed.

He watched as the door in the adjoining room opened and his trophy wife, young, slim, stacked, and beautiful was escorted into the next room. She looked scared, which pissed the banker off. It was one thing to threaten him but for threatening his wife, for that he would have his revenge. Then he heard the door on the other side open as saw his 17 year old daughter still in her catholic school uniform escorted into the empty room. 

For the first time since he had been captured he began to be scared.

Nothing at all happened for the next fifteen minutes. The banker found he could hear his wife and daughter as they called out or banged on the doors of their rooms but it seemed they could neither see nor hear him even when he shouted. 

The door to his cell opened and two women dressed in black with leather hoods covering their heads and faces entered. They simply stood quietly and watched him as he struggled with the steel cuffs holding him in his seat. Neither said a word as he cursed and threatened them, they just stood their like statues. 

Finally the shorter of the two nodded at the other who walked over and slapped her leather gloved hand across his face. Stunned he shook his head and began to curse at her only to get backhanded again.

He opened his mouth to rant at her some more and stopped as her hand went back for another blow. When he didn't say anything her gloved fist lowered to her side. She stepped back.

The shorter one pulled a file from behind her back and began reading from it. "Antoine Barrestas, in this file is enough evidence to prove that you are the major money launderer for several drug and smuggling cartels, that you have been bribing or blackmailing officials and police and the military in order to facilitate your drug and guns and prostitution rackets."

He smiled and began to protest, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than the bitch hit him again. 

"Lies and protests will do you no good; those in power can't help you now. We don't have enough evidence to convict you nor would your buddies allow it to go to court in any case but then we are not the courts. We have enough to convince us that you are guilty. So your choices are these. Write out a confession detailing everything you have done, every official bribed or blackmailed. Detail every scheme, every bank account, every person involved and take your chances when we give your confession to the police and arrest your entire network. Or. You can watch as we turn your lovely young wife and your daughter into hamburger and then do the same to you. We don't care because either way you're finished and that will put a major hurting into the crime scene around here for a long time."

She walked over and handed the cuffed man a remote control. "Push the button when you make up your mind." The two women walked out and closed the door.

He sat for a moment stunned into to silence at what he had been told and then laughed. They wouldn't dare touch him or his family. It was all a trick to get him to tell them something they could use against him. He wondered which of the other crime syndicates was behind this. 

He heard the door in his wife's cell open and watched as the two women and two male guards entered the room. The guards advanced on his wife cowering in the corner of the room. They grasped her arms above the elbows and lifted her, dragging her to the center of the room facing the mirrored window on their side, where he could see everything that was happening.

The tall woman stepped behind his wife and reached around grasping her silk blouse where it buttoned down the front of her body and tore the blouse open exposing the red silk camisole beneath the pale pink blouse. The bitch worked the remains of the blouse off her arms and dropped it to the floor. His wife had begun screaming when the shorter woman backhanded her. She began to sob as the taller woman lifted the camisole up and over her head. The guards never released her arms except to facilitate the removal of the clothes. The short bitch stood looking at his sobbing wife half naked in her flimsy black lace bra. She reached out and slid his wife's heavy enhanced teats out of the bra framing them by tucking the cups under the exposed tits.

The guards were leering at her big breasts and enjoying the sight as the tall women reached around and grasped the nipples between her fingers and twisted, lifting her breasts and letting their own weight pull against the punishing fingers crushing the nipples as she bounced the breasts painfully stretching the mounds into cones.

The banker fought against his cuffs, screaming threats and promising retribution, damming them to hell and beyond. He screamed in rage and frustration when he realized that no one could even hear his screams as he watched and listened to his wife plead and beg and cry. The bitch had dropped her swollen and reddened breasts and was unzipping her skirt when he looked over again. He looked away and glanced at the room on the other side where his daughter and only child was sitting on the floor crying quietly. 

His wife's anguished scream brought his eyes back to the scene in the torture room. Her skirt lay abandoned on the floor and her matching lace panties had been ripped from her body. The guards had spread her legs and the tall bitches hand was crudely exploring his wife's exposed cunt as the male guards used their free hands to grasp and twist and play with her tits. The short one snapped her fingers and gave some command he couldn't make out and the guards dropped his wife in a heap on the floor.

They went over to a cabinet on the back wall and removed some chains which they cuffed to her ankles and wrist before clipping them to rings on floor and ceiling. Slowly the chains began to pull in opposite directions and his wife's body was inch by inch spread apart until she was hanging spread eagle in front of the window. 

The banker looked into his wife's face, at the mascara running down her cheeks, her beautiful blond hair plastered to her tear covered face. Her chest was heaving, partially from fear and partially from the crying and adrenalin had her heart beating so hard he could swear he saw it beat against her chest. 

The piercing scream almost drowned out the crack of the whip as the first stroke slashed across the bared sweat covered back. The next stroke wrapped around her body and left bright red stripes across her right breast.

He saw the guards getting undressed. They were already hard in anticipation of fucking his helpless wife. 

The whipping seemed to go on forever. After each stroke the woman would pause waiting until muscle fatigue would cause his wife's body to relax against the binding that held her before drawing back and unleashing the next stroke.

Red, black, and blue lines crisscrossed her back, wrapped around and crossed her tits and snaked up between her legs covering her shaved pussy and belly. 

He didn't realize that the short bitch had quit whipping her until he saw the chains lower his wife's tortured body towards the floor. The two male guards moved in and without releasing her from the chains began their assault. One grasped her hair and guided her open mouth over the end of his ridged cock as the other spread her ass cheeks and used the blood dripping from the slashes on her back to lube his cock and her asshole before shoving his thick member into her quivering ass. 

They laughed as they grunted and fucked, slapping her abused tits and stripped ass. Each time she would scream the rapist in her mouth would shove his long thin cock down her throat burying it until his balls were crushed against her face. 

When the two guards had finally ejaculated covering her face and back with their slimy seed. The taller bitch returned wearing a strap on dildo. It was huge larger than any man could be and covered with knobby protrusions. At the base of the long dildo were four sharp spikes. 

The banker could see that shoving that in any hole on a woman would tear her apart and then once she was ripped to shreds, the spikes would begin to rip their way into the flesh around the already stretched out hole. 

His head jerked around as he heard the sound of a door opening in his daughter's cell. The short bitch stood in the doorway of her cell looking down on the sobbing teen in her school girl uniform. 

She mouthed one word. "Next!"

He pushed the button.

The windows on each side had gone dark and a writing table had been brought in and was placed in front of his chair. The short woman set several pens on the desk and a large ream of lined paper. 

"Names, dates, events. Bank account numbers and passwords. List of where you hide your blackmail records. Everything. You get one chance at this. You don't know how much we know already, so lies will have severe consequences. Also realize we will check out as much of this information as we can before we do anything and your wife and daughters release depends on it all checking out."

"If I do this their dead anyway; we all are!"

"Give us everything, no tricks, no traps and I will see to it that they get taken to the states with enough money for a fresh start. Best I can do. The alternative..." She flipped on the mirrored wall on the wife's side, her naked body still hung in front of the window as tears silently rolled down her face. 

"Nice work. Less than three hours and we have everything we wanted and more!" Jake was reading over the pages and pages of confessions. He looked across at Lisa. "What would you have done if he hadn't broken?"

"That's why I started with the trophy wife; if he hadn't given in we still had the little catholic school girl virgin. Judging by the way he kept her at private all girl schools and guarded everywhere she went, Daddy's little girl was the key to his locks."

"You know we can't release them."

"I know. They are the threat to keep banker boy in line."

"Just so you know." Jake shrugged. "All three are going to be officially arrested by the government along with everyone he named in his confession, by this time Sunday this island is going to be a damned site more crime free then it's been in many a year."

"What about your drug runners?" Lisa asked. 

Jake laughed. "Big tough guys. They broke in less then twenty minutes each. Named names, locations, stashes. Hell everything."

Late Sunday afternoon Lisa was relaxing in the entertainment lounge at home watching live news coverage of the arrests of many of the top government officials, several top cops and two generals and an admiral. Christy was bound in a tight chain hog tie between her legs with her face buried in Lisa's pussy. Rick came in wearing just his robe and slippers accompanied by Lisa's mother and Christy's mom, fussing as they settled him in his recliner and babied him with food and drinks and medicine, pillows for his head and feet and just generally doing the concerned mom thing.

Rick looked at Lisa and smiled, tolerating the hovering women fussing over him. Lisa just laughed, knowing that the two women slaves while normally obedient to a fault, were in mother mode, taking care of their poor sick master.

"I hear you are the one responsible for this clean sweep." He gestured toward the TV. 

"Only partially, I took over to lend Jake a hand seeing as you were out of commission, so to speak."

"So my deadly little darling, how does it feel to be an interrogator?" Rick twisted around so he could look at the twenty five year old woman seated next to him.

"It actually wasn't what I expected." Lisa paused thoughtfully. "I figured as much as I enjoy domineering our houseful of submissive's and slaves, that I would enjoy torturing and forcing my will on another, breaking them to my will regardless of their feelings."

She sat up and motioned Christy to relax on the floor at her feet. "I found that I had feelings towards the wife and daughter. They were the truly innocent in this whole affair. I might have enjoyed busted the bankers balls, but it wouldn't have accomplished the goal. So I tortured his wife to break him and that wasn't any fun."

Rick settled back in his reclined, petting his wife's hair as she knelt beside his chair. "Your a sexual sadist my darling, not a sociopath. You enjoy hurting people when they are also getting enjoyment out of it. Hurting someone just to hurt them isn't in your nature. I've seen you kill, twice and both times you had a justification. So I trust you to kill or torture or hurt someone when there is a reason to do so. But I also trust you not to pull wings off flies or light cat's tails on fire just to see something suffer." Rick smiled. "You're sane and healthy, just twisted."




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"Well thank the gods for that!" Lisa stood up and pulled Christy to her feet by her hair. "Come pet, We are going to go practice some of that healthy twisted sadism."

Ricks laughter followed the happy twosome clear down the hall.



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Disclaimer:

What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.

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Part IV A year of Slavery

Chapter 5 Donna and Ruth

Slavery as seen from Donna and Ruth's perspective.

Donna

I started this diary to deal with some of the issues I am having since I became a slave. My Master and husband is allowing me to write this but He demands that I leave it on the desk where He can read it at anytime. I have no secrets from Him so that's the way it will be.

I was born almost forty years ago in a family that I have since learned was as fucked up as any family could be. My Father, how do I explain my father? He was a bastard and a pedophile and a sadist. He was a scholar and a gambler. A loving disciplinarian, an avid reader and a skilled torturer and trainer was my father. He was incestuous to a degree that even I didn't believe until my Master showed me the proof after a long and expensive search was done by a detective agency He hired to find out about my past.

My Father was my mother's older brother. He kidnapped my mother, his sister when he returned from college and may have murdered their parents, my grandparents to inherit their wealth and take his sister as his wife and play toy. However it happened, at twenty five he inherited enough wealth to never need work for the rest of his life.

He and his ten year old sister dropped off the radar at that point. The next time he resurfaced was six years later supposedly married to a pretty young wife and father of a two year old baby girl. Me. 

My mother disappeared when I was eight and I took over her sexual duties. Of course my father didn't call it that but it amounted to the same thing. I had my daughter by him, his third generation when I was fourteen and when he began his games with my daughter I murdered him. 

Sex was all I knew so I used that to provide for my daughter and myself until I ran into an old billionaire who caught me and my scheming ways in his net and used it to get exactly what he wanted. I thought I had the last laugh when I murdered him and inherited all his money but fate had other ideas. Detective Rick Taylor figured out what I had done and blackmailed me into becoming his wife and slave for life.

That is when I discovered I liked being a slave. I wasn't any good at running my own life and heaven knows I screwed up my daughters life but being a slave, having someone else run things and decide for me and tell me what to do and when to do it, frees me in a way I was never able to accomplish on my own.

Do I like being at my Masters beck and call, not having any choice in what I wear or mostly don't wear? Do I enjoy being ordered to satisfy Him or anyone he chooses in any way that He demand? Would I choose to endure the pain He and others inflict upon me, the whippings and torture, the body modifications He has had done to me? Can I really say I like the humiliation and degradation I am forced to endure at any time any place with no say so of my own?

Yes.

It is not what I would have or indeed did strive for before being caught, but now after seven years as property, not a person but a thing owned and used and belonging to Him, I can't imagine being any happier than I am now.

Soon I will be forty years old. If you could see me, naked and oiled, my hair down to my ass, my tits high and firm with their nipple rings and bars, my nipples extended to an unnatural degree. If you could see my hourglass figure, my oh so thin and flat waist and stomach, my rounded ass and tight legs and arms. If you could see me as I am forced to see myself in every mirrored surface in this house; you would think I was turning thirty instead of forty, that I was born with a perfect figure instead of the daily workouts and diet and sexercise that I work my ass off at everyday to maintain His property the way he wants it.

Yes, I call it sexercise because there is always a sexual component to my exercise routines. Some quite simple like squats, mine are done over a dildo, up, down, up, down on and off the hard rubber cock. Running on the track machine with my tits clamped to a tens unit, sending little shocks through my nipples or suddenly pulling them stretching the breasts while delivering those stimulating electrical goads. Slowing down or falling is not an option unless I really want pain. 

Lifting weights while sucking on a dildo shoved down my throat or up my ass trying to throw off my concentration. Even doing simple yoga has a sexual component when you do it naked and exposed to guards and maids and who ever happens to wander by, never knowing when my Master will decide to use me or let me be used just because my naked and sweating form has attracted someone's attention.

I can see the results every time He takes me out to a club or shopping. I see it in the eyes of every man or boy that watches my every move, my every bounce and jiggle, sway and sashay until I am out of their sight or their wife or girlfriend slaps the hell out of them for staring. 

I see it in the hard stares of other women. The jealousy, the envy, Oh if only they knew what they could have if they turned their lives over to a man like my Master. How they would lose the bitchiness that most women seem to cultivate. They would lose the excuses and the defiance, the societal haughtiness that modern women have, for a man, like my Master would soon break them of their distain. 

Pain is a wonderful teacher. Schools used to know this before becoming the politically correct institutes of learning that teach nothing. A rap of the knuckles with a ruler or a paddle across the rear concentrates the mind and forces us to remember the lessons taught because that is how humans are hardwired from millions of years to evolution. 

Pain is and was the great teacher and to avoid pain we learned to do or not to do all the things that helped humans survive. 

Pain would teach these women to keep their bodies in the shape they could be in if they had not been taught to be so lazy, so comfortable. Humility and obedience are hard lessons to learn, especially if you were used to taking the easy way out of most situations as I used to be. A hard taskmaster such as mine does not allow this. He punishes until one learns that there is only one way to do anything that is demanded, his way.

Do I regret my choices? No. If I had done anything different my daughter and I would not be where we are today and I doubt we would be as happy as we are now.

My daughter; My daughter who is my half sister and my first cousin thanks to my bastard of a father who is also her father. My daughter, who I used as bait for pedophiles and as blackmail material in my get rich quick schemes. Whom I used to seduce my rich first husband. Who helped me murder him to get his money and who is now my Mistress, a dominatrix in her own right and the lover of my Master and husband.

Is my life fucked up? Some would say so. I on the other hand am perfectly content. I share my slave duties with Ruth, my slave sister and best friend. Ruth, whose life was as fucked up as mine. Her husband was an incestuous pedophile interested in fucking his own daughters more than her. 

It's funny because now her daughters are slaves also and in the same incestuous relationship as my daughter and me, but the difference is choice. They choose to become slaves. Choose to be what we are and once having chosen, lost the ability to make any further decisions.

Life takes weird turns sometimes.

Ruth has lost weight and firmed up her muscles on the same sexercise and diet as me. She looks years younger than when she first joined our family. She tells me she never felt better, looked as good, or was as happy as she is now. She only contracted for a year but I bet she decides to stay with us as long as our Master wishes. 

Ruth is four years older than I am but it's getting harder to tell, she is almost as firm in the chest as I am and her tummy is almost gone. Master likes the washboard abs and hard thighs and we workout every day trying to please him.

Sometimes He has us compete against each other in different little competitions such as who can suck cock the longest or the deepest or who can lift the most weight with our tits (my rings and bars give me such an advantage) or with our snatch (despite a several year advantage of training; Ruth has better control of her vaginal muscles and usually wins). Sometimes He has us wrestle for His amusement. I have the longer and stronger legs and if I get her in a scissors clamp it's all over, but Ruth cheats using my long hair as a handle and torturing my nipples between her fingers until I yield.

Once Master took Ruth and I out clubbing, dressed to the identical nines, high heels, stockings and garter belts, no panties, and skin tight short skirts with loose deep v tops barely held on with gold chains at the sides and open backs. We looked hot and sexy and club slutty.

Several hours, drinks and many dances later He decides to order us out on the dance floor together. His instructions were to put on a show as if we were lovers and couldn't wait to fuck each other. I guess we got carried away because as we danced and slithered across each other, hands fondling and groping, kissing and biting one another. Ruth began to slip my tits free of the loose top and suck on my nipples, much to the delight of the crowd. Seeing she was bent over to reach my tits, I used her position to slide my hand down her sides and slowly raise her skirt. The material rose up inch by inch, exposing her hard muscular thighs and the bottom of her rounded globes. Slowly as she danced and sucked on my tits I exposed her ass and wet naked pussy. 

One of the men we danced with earlier moved up behind her and at a nod from me placed his hand on her naked behind, squeezing, and rubbing her butt. Ruth was startled and tried to move away but I grasped her hair in my fingers and held her head to my breast. She retaliated by lifting my skirt also. Garters came into view to the delight of the men watching. I felt we had gone far enough so I released her and began to step back, when Ruth ripped the skirt and with it the loose top, up and over my head leaving me naked on the dance floor.

I turned to run and Ruth grabbed my long hair bending my head back until she could grasp my wrist and bend my arm behind my back. She held me like that, leaned back against her body and began to touch and tease my breasts and stomach and pussy with her other hand. Every time I would struggle to escape she would tighten that hold on my arm until I yielded. 

Ruth whispered instructions in my ear, giving me little incentives, as she pulled higher on my aching arm. She had me spread my legs, showing one and all the rings in my pussy lips and the wheel of spikes that sits against my clit. She had me offer my tits to the crowd, pulling on my stretched and elongated nipples by my rings. She slowly forced me to my knees, bent back and spread, opening my cunt to view. She forced my head between her legs and raised her skirt so all could watch as she ordered me to lick her pussy.

Naked, bent back and down on my knees open to the world to see. I licked and sucked at her pussy as she twisted and stretched my large tits for the enjoyment of the cheering crowd. Finally she released my head, bent over, and picked up my clothes before grasping my hair and making me crawl across the dance floor naked, tits hanging down and swaying ass and pussy on open view, back to our master's booth.

She sat down and using my hair pulled me under the table to the cheers of the drunken crowd. 

The band started another number and the crowd drifted back to their partying. Master opened his pants and told me to stay under the table and suck him. Once he came, he handed me back my clothes and allowed me to get redressed. He congratulated us both on a fine show, as did several other males and couples that stopped by during the rest of the evening. 

It was humiliating and degrading to be stripped nude and forced to perform a lesbian sex act before all those cheering and leering drunks.

I came twice.

I can admit it now; I am a slut, a whore, an exhibitionist and a slave to my Master and pain.

Ruth

Master asked me to write down how I got here and how I feel about my time as a slave compared to my life before. He also wants to know where I see my self going from this point on. 

I should start back before all this began. I grew up in a typical mid western town, did all the normal dating things, and was one of those now rare things, a virgin at my wedding. It wasn't that unusual back when I graduated high school, Greg was my high school sweetheart. We got married the summer after graduation and within a year I had my first of three sons, followed by Christy and almost ten years later Mia. 

Marriage had its ups and downs. During one of the down cycles all three of my sons moved out and scattered across the country to live their own lives. Greg was having some problems and moved out for a little while and I went on the internet in search of something that wasn't wife, mother, kids, and PTA. 

I found bondage sites and discussion groups where for a long time I was the silent lurker in the background, reading and wondering and fantasizing but not participating. Then one day I heard of a local munch, a meeting of bdsm folks at a local restaurant to talk and spend time with like minded folk. It was almost two months before I could get my self to go to my first one. I was so nervous I almost threw up the little I did eat, but I met some nice regular people, who just had a similar way of looking at sex and bondage.

One of the women invited me to a Saturday lecture and bondage class just to see if I really was interested and to give me some real time knowledge of what I might want to get into.

It was there I saw Rick, "Master Richard" for the first time. I listened to him talk about safety and the law and bondage, he was mesmerizing, and I remember thinking, ok, fantasizing about him taking me in his big strong arms and tying me to a bed and... That's about as far as my mind would go because I really didn't know shit about it.

However Greg moved back home and life returned to its humdrum routine and all thoughts of bondage and exotic sex games went back into the realm of late night dreams.

Christy met some rich family and became friends with their girl and before I knew it Greg had agreed to allow her to go on some extended vacation with them as a companion to their daughter. The way he explained it she would have tutors and travel and it was all a done deal almost before I knew what was happening.

I'd like to say that's when I began to be suspicious of Greg and what might have been going on, but to be honest it wasn't until Greg suddenly took a business trip and came back all sore and black and blue that I got suspicious. I began to really spy on Greg after that and watch how he reacted to Mia. When I found the pictures of Mia naked in her bath and getting dressed for bed it all came together.

I hired an attorney and threw his ass out. I eventually found out the whole story about Christy and with the pictures of Mia, I got everything I wanted in the divorce.

The boys all sided with their dad; they won't even talk to me, especially after their father went nuts and burned down our house eventually fighting with the police and being killed in a gun battle by the officers that tried to arrest him. The funeral was the last time I saw them and they wouldn't even talk to the girls or me.

Master Rick was our salvation. He and his magnificent daughter saved Mia and myself from Greg's insanity, provided a home and doctors and that's when I realized that the man who had haunted my fantasy's for the last ten years was the one who saved me.

I spent several weeks with the family recovering from the beating my ex had given me during which time I got to observe and talk with all the members of Rick's extended bdsm family. I saw how they worked with one another and interacted and played. I weathered my own family crisis, discovering a lot I didn't know about my daughters and myself.

Christy was already in a bdsm relationship with Mistress Lisa and Mia had experimented with the lifestyle for a week so after some heavy discussions and agreements Mia and I volunteered to become the sexual slaves of Master Rick and Mistress Lisa.

Talk about a life changing move. Up until we moved in with Rick's family only one man had ever seen me naked and I had experienced sex with only one man in my entire life. 

A month later and the number of people that had seen me naked numbered in the thousands and I had been fucked by several men and a few women. I had been exposed to men I didn't know and felt their hands and fingers probe me in places only doctors had gone before.

Now nearly nine months later, I am thirty five pounds lighter, much stronger physically, tanned from head to toe and fitter than I have ever been in my life. I have made love to cocks and pussy's and anus, been fucked in every hole and fold in my body. My body has been whipped and paddled, twisted and tormented, burned and cut. I have been tickled and shocked, frozen and sunburned and in each case learned that things I would have thought horribly painful and not a bit sensuous or sexy or exciting could be made to stimulate the body and skillfully make a women cum.

Things I long ago would have thought would freak me out of my mind have become my daily norm. I have had sex with both my daughters and shared them with others. I have been in orgies and with people of other races and learned to please both men and women at the drop of a hat. 

I watch my daughters used as sex toys and pain sluts. I see them as I am fucked and tortured and used and I see the smiles on their faces because we all know that as much as we scream and plead and bleed, this is the life we have chosen. We have Masters that love and protect us and we live on the edge of both society and life itself. We thrill to our bodies and senses like no one I have ever known in my life. So many of the people I used to associate with, the mothers and families and simple everyday people living in my town, who go from day to day just existing. The same routines over and over, no challenges to win, no victories to celebrate, no punishments for failure, just going through life, existing.

I live, I feel alive each and every day. I am on the edge always, my body is on display, and my sexual expertise is on demand and must be ready to perform at any time. 

Where do I go from here? I can honestly say I have no idea. I know now I can't return to the daily boring life I had before. Once you come alive and begin to live life, every single day, twenty four seven, there is just no way to go back. 

I have been many things in my life, a student, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother, a worker, a homemaker, a divorcée, and a widow. All those things were titles given to me by others, my parents, society, my husband, my kids. This is a name I have chosen for myself.

Slave.