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                                  * WARNING *

This contains very sexually explicit material. Any one offended by this SHOULD
NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

                                  INTRODUCTION

Any resemblance to characters living or dead is, unfortunately, entirely
coincidental. This is the third in a series of short stories that I intend to
write on the topic of sexual fantasies. It describes fantasies that most men
have about women but who have neither the inclination nor the talents to put
them down on paper. I have used very sexually explicit descriptions but if you
can't figure out what I am trying to portray, let your own mind visualize it.

If the reader happens to be female, you may be surprised to find that most male
fantasies are very similar to your own. If someone fantasizes about being "on
top" and someone else fantasizes about being "on the bottom" are they not one
and the same ?

                                  WHITE SLAVE

                                   Chapter II

Kelly felt herself slowly coming out of a deep sleep. She tried to move but was
bound hand and foot. She looked around the room. She appeared to be in some
kind of huge tent. She was lying on some big cushions that had been spread out
on the floor.

Gradually, everything became clearer and she remembered her previous terrifying
experience. Just then, a curtain was pulled aside and in walked a very fat
little arabic looking man wearing a funny costume and turban. He must have
weighed over 300 pounds. He was followed by a giant of a man who was naked
except for a turban.

"Ah, I see that my new toy is awake" said the fat man. Kelly tried to scream
but only produced a muffled sound because of the muzzle that she was still
wearing. "... and it has spirit. We have done well Abdul. I am pleased".

He walked over and touched her on the cheek. She immediately drew away.

"I will return in 30 days, Abdul. See that she is properly trained for when I
return. But remember that when training a thouroughbred, you musn't break its
spirit. Use the whip when necessary but leave no marks. I look forward to
returning".

With that, the fat man stared hungrily at Kelly and then left the room. She was
left alone with the giant. He must have measured 6'6" and was very muscular. As
Kelly was staring at him in terror, she noticed the huge organ between his
legs. It hung limp and must have measured 10" in length. His balls were the
size of lemons. She winced and tried once again to scream but only produced a
muffled sound.

He walked over to her and towered above her. "You are probably wondering where
you are", he said. "We are in His Royal Highness Sheik Kareem Jabal Hakeem's
palace. The Shiek's palace is in Bakou in northern India". With that, Kelly
eyes widened in terror.

"His Royal Highness has purchased you. And just as a fine horse must be
trained, so you must be trained. You will be trained to give him sexual
pleasure". Kelly was so terrified that she couldn't move. "Failure to give him
pleasure will result in 2 things", continued Abdul. "First, I will be put to
death, most horribly and second, you will either be sold to one of Calcutta's
hundreds of bordellos or you will be given to his army to do with as they wish.
Life in either situation is measured in weeks, perhaps days. If someone else
does not kill you, you will probably end your own life".

"So you see, since I do not wish to die, there is really no choice in the
matter. You will be trained to give him the utmost sexual pleasure. Your first
lesson begins tomorrow. Sleep well my child".

With that, he left the room. Kelly was held in utmost disbelief. This couldn't
be happening. White Slavery didn't exist in the 1990's. As much as she wished
to wake up from a bad dream, she knew only too well that this was really
happening. She tried to get up but her bonds were secure. She struggled in vain
and after a few desperate hours, she fell asleep.