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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 11:00:01 -0400
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and another...
On Fri, 10 Jun 2005 17:59:01 -0400, Arnold Sloan wrote:
> A Lovely young college girl is kidnapped and wakes in a training centre
> for slaves.
>
> Cheyenne woke. Her head hurt. Her eyes hurt. She moaned weakly and
> blinked her sore eyes. She felt utterly confused, for long, long
> seconds not even remembering who she was. Then she remembered, and
> began to tremble uncontrollably. She looked around, blinking her eyes.
> She was in a very brightly lit room. It was a small room, perhaps no
> larger than a walk-in closet, with no windows, and four stone walls.
>
> She was laying on a mat on the floor. There was a tiled square place in
> one corner, with a slit in the floor she vaguely recognized as the kind
> of toilets they had in many third world countries. In another corner
> was a small television and VCR. In a third corner was a small shelf.
>
> All of the walls were painted with erotic images of sadomasochistic
> bondage. Impossibly beautiful women lay reclined dramatically across
> wheels as they were stretched, hung from their wrists as they were
> whipped, knelt bound, performing oral sex. In one scene a lovely blonde
> was being ravished by a demon. In another she was the centre of dozens
> of naked men all grabbing at her, pulling her, spreading her legs,
> mounting her.
>
> Cheyenne looked dully around, not understanding. She was out of the
> hole, however, and anything anything at all was better than that.
> She groaned weakly as she sat up, and then examined herself. She was
> still naked. Her leather restraints and collar had been replaced by
> shining, gleaming metal shackles and collar. Her wrists were bound in
> front of her, however, by a very short length of chain.
>
> She was ravenous. And more thirsty than she could ever remember being
> in her life. So that was the first thing she sought out. And there, on
> the floor, were a pair of bowls. One held water. She didnt know, but
> the other looked like food!
>
> She groaned as she forced herself forward, half stumbling on her knees
> beside the mat, crawling forward weakly to bend and grasp at the bowl.
> It was locked in place. She had to bend and push her mouth into the
> bowl, slurping greedily, moaning in pleasure as the water slid down her
> throat. And if it tasted a little mediciny she didnt notice.
>
> And then the food. She sniffed at it, blinking her eyes repeatedly to
> clear them. Her stomach rumbled and she picked up a small chunk of what
> looked like some kind of food. Whatever it was, she would eat it, and
> did. It didnt taste very good, but it satisfied the urgent needs of
> her belly.
>
> She crawled back to the mat and lay down, panting.
>
> After a time she sat up again, her mind a little clearer now. She
> looked around her, then down as her instinctive effort to straighten
> her legs failed. She saw that the metal shackles around her ankles were
> fastened to a leather strap which was locked around her upper thighs,
> held in place by a tiny padlock. Her legs felt cramped and sore, and
> she supposed they had been bent back like that since well, for some
> time. Yet she could do nothing about that.
>
> She again examined the metal shackles on her wrists, and felt the metal
> collar around her throat. They all seemed somehow more permanent than
> the leather ones had been, and she shuddered in confusion and anxiety.
>
> Where was she? Why was she there? What were they going to do to her?
> She examined her shackles, then noted, startled, shocked, that her
> nipples had been pierced by small silver rings. She fingered them,
> noting how sore her nipples were, and tried to find the catch to pull
> them off. There were none. She stared down past her nipples and gasped
> as she noted she had been denuded of pubic hair. She looked so so
> naked now! She was also pierced down there. She had dismissed the
> throbbing pain as the results of her rape. But no, a thick ring pierced
> both her lower pubic lips, and a thinner, smaller one pierced her
> clitoris.
>
> She stared at them in astonishment, spending quite some time feeling
> them, wincing at the pain, exploring her wounded body.
>
> She looked around again, then awkwardly got to her knees and made her
> way to the door. It had no knob. It was thick, and made no noise when
> she slapped at it, and appeared to open inward. She moved back to the
> mat and sat down.
>
> She spent the next hour working at her shackles and rings, trying to
> get them off.
>
> Energy began to flow into her as she worked, and she began to feel
> hyper, too hyper to stay on the mat. She wanted to jumped up and run,
> but of course, could not. She explored her little room, however, like a
> panther exploring its cage. She crawled awkwardly, her wrists being
> chained together before her. She examined the contents of the shelf.
> Mostly it was books, masturbation material focussed on bondage and
> masochism. There were also a number of vibrators and dildos of
> varying sizes.
>
> She moved to the TV and turned it on. Nothing happened. She spent some
> time playing with it, but it had no signal. Only when turning on the
> VCR would anything appear. The tapes were all sexual, and all focussed
> on eroticising bondage and masochism. She moved to the door again,
> laying on her back and kicking at it, yelling at it, pacing, pacing.
> She needed to do something, needed to get the energy out of her system.
>
> She returned to the mat, flinging herself onto it, panting. Her skin
> felt as if it were quivering with electricity. She rolled and twisted,
> turned and twisted again, panting. Her heart raced and slowed, and she
> jerked her knees up, then slammed her feet down against the mat
> repeatedly.
>
> Her fingers found her sex almost by accident. Yes, it hurt, but there
> was something more there, some quivering, throbbing sense of of
> relief, or the possibility of relief. She lay back and began to
> masturbate, gasping in pain all the while, needing the relief, needing
> the explosion of sensations, certain somehow in her mind that if she
> came the terrible hyperactive need would go away.
>
> She moaned weakly, her legs splayed wide, her hips rolling from side to
> side as her right hand moved rapidly, frantically at her sex. Her left
> moved at her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, trying to avoid the
> nipples, which stung, but then, even that stinging, that sensation,
> seemed to detract from that terrible driving need within her.
>
> She came, crying out, arching her back, her hips jerking up violently
> again and again. The orgasm sent a rush of sensations through her body,
> and pushed the need away. When it ended she went limp, gasping, feeling
> at peace at last.
>
> But it didnt last.
>
> And she was thirsty again, very thirsty. She rolled off the mat,
> gasping, crawling over to the bowl, licking and slurping at it.
>
> Both bowls were next to the wall, and there were pipes leading to both,
> one of which held water, the other the food chunks. She instantly
> grasped that it resembled the feeding system her hamster had had when
> she was a child, but she paid that little heed.
>
> She drank and returned to the mat. Her blood still burned. She needed
> to move, to jump, to run. She got to her feet, driven, twisting,
> gasping, whirling around until she was dizzy, and falling onto the mat,
> gasping, nauseous.
>
> Her fingers went to her groin again, and once more she began to
> masturbate.
>
> There were a number of cameras watching the girl, and Rand looked at
> the monitors in fascination. He watched the girl frantically
> masturbate, seeking the rush of sensory overload which would
> temporarily stop the heat in her blood. The drug would see to it that
> desperate hyperactive need to move, to work her body and muscles stayed
> there, of course. There was not a lot of the special drug in the water
> and food, a careful mixture of amphetamines and caffeine, but she was
> consuming more every time she drank, and then exhausting herself and
> needing more water.
>
> Rand chuckled as he watched.
>
> Two hours later he stopped it. She would be pulling her hair out soon
> and damaging herself. He replaced the drug in the water with a
> tranquillizer, and the girl fell asleep in the corner, her legs spread,
> the dildo buried in her pussy, the vibrator still purring as it rolled
> out of her hand.
>
> Cheyenne woke again. She felt more alert now, having rested. She sat up
> in bed and looked down at herself, then plucked the dildo out of her
> pussy with a blush. Had they come in while she was like that? Had they
> seen? She desperately hoped not.
>
> There was nothing to cover herself with, nothing to hide her nudity.
> She examined her shackles again, and the rings, then felt the urge to
> urinate. She gazed at the corner she had investigated only slightly
> before, then crawled over to it. It was clear how it worked. There was
> even a little lever to flush water down into the hole.
>
> Looking around nervously, yet with a full bladder forcing any choices
> from her, she knelt over it, spread her knees wide apart to lower her
> pussy to just above the hole, and urinated, looking warily around. She
> was looking for cameras now, but could not see any. She flushed and
> crawled away, feeling another wave of misery and confusion.
>
> What was happening?!
>
> She had heard many stories of girls being raped, of girls being held
> prisoner, and nothing matched this. Nothing even came close.
>
> She went to the door and slapped at it, and yelled at it, then returned
> to the mat.
>
> Hours passed. She examined the TV and finally turned on the VCR. It
> was, at least, something to look at.
>
> The tape was both fascinating and frightening. She did not find it
> particularly erotic, though the girl was beautiful and the positions
> her body were placed in accentuated her fine breasts and lovely bottom.
> It was frightening, however, because in concert with the books and the
> paintings on the wall it demonstrated to he what her captors
> had planned for her.
>
> Was she to be hung from her wrists and whipped? Like the girl in the
> movie? Of course, she was only play whipped, and moaned and cried out
> dramatically, writhing in pleasure. But Cheyenne was under no illusions
> of the pain a real whipping would bring her.
>
> She sped through the movie, then the next, then the next, then the
> next. One beautiful girl followed another in dramatic sexual, sensual
> punishment, all of them exploding in climax, of course.
>
> She went back to the mat in disgust and lay down, letting the quiet
> wash over her.
>
> Hours passed. There was nothing to do but worry and fear. She went to
> the books. They were the same sort of thing. The girl didnt always
> enjoy being punished at first, but always came to love it, even if
> forced against her will, always coming powerfully eventually.
>
> Some of the scenes were kind of hot, though. Not all of the books were
> nasty. Some were willing bondage, and the bondage was not too bad, not
> too cruel, the punishments little more than spankings.
>
> Boredom was a powerful motivator. The longer she remained bored, the
> more she wanted something to distract her.
>
> She rubbed at her bare pussy as she read, noting again how bare and
> soft and vulnerable her sex lips were, how nice they felt to the touch
> now without any hair. She wondered how they had shaved her, for she
> felt not the slightest hint of stubble. She winced as she eased back
> the hood over her pierced clit and rubbed at herself lightly, then
> looked up at the shelf.
>
> She crawled over and got one of the dildos, and then one of the
> vibrators. Shed never actually tried a vibrator. She turned it and
> stared at it doubtfully, then tested the tingling, buzzing head against
> her nipples. At first it merely felt uncomfortable, but as she
> continued to run the head of the vibrator back and forth and round and
> round she felt her nipples tingling with more and more power, until
> they seemed to be vibrating as strongly as the machine. She could not
> stop herself form kneading her swollen, heat filled breasts, from
> pinching and twisting and rubbing at her tingling nipples.
>
> Her breathing growing faster, she slid the vibrator down between her
> legs, and touched it lightly, almost accidentally, to the ring piercing
> her clitoris. A jolt of sensory overload swept through her, and she
> gasped aloud and jerked her hands back. She hesitated, then pushed it
> forward again, and again that powerful jolt of sensory overload made
> her gasp and jerk. Yet she held the vibrator in place, rubbing it
> lightly from side to side.
>
> It took much less time than with her nipples, and her pussy was
> throbbing and bubbling and tingling so that she had to grind her
> pelvis, and felt a desperate need to be penetrated. She put down the
> vibrator and picked up the dildo, then slowly pushed it up into her
> pussy, groaning in pleasure as it sank deeper and deeper.
>
> With all but the last inch buried in her sopping pussy she picked up
> the vibrator again, and touched it to her clit ring, and grunted, her
> hips jerking sharply forward and then back again.
>
> She rolled onto her back, forgetting the book, spreading her knees
> wide, gasping for breath, chest heaving now as she ran the vibrator
> over her clitoris and felt the orgasm rise up around her.
>
> Rand watched the girl as one day followed another. She masturbated
> frequently, often to scenes in the books. She used only the vibrator at
> first, but then began using it in tandem with the dildo, plunging the
> latter deep into her pussy, using energetic motions as she writhed and
> moaned in pleasure. After a while she began experimenting with anal
> penetration, using a second dildo to pump her rectum hard.
>
> Days passed and she was left entirely alone in the little room with
> nothing to distract her, nothing to catch her attention, nothing to do,
> no one to talk with. The food she was given was very carefully
> designed. It had calories for energy, but precious little protein.
> Another drug was introduced into her water, just enough to dull the
> mind a little.
>
> Let her not think about why she was doing what she was doing. Let her
> simply get used to doing it.
>
> The books and movies and masturbation passed the time. There was
> nothing else, not one scrap of mental or sensory stimulation: no sight,
> no sound, no input.
>
> Ten days passed, with the girl crawling about, masturbating, exposed to
> nothing but sexual imagery, and then another drug was introduced into
> her water. She fell unconscious, and the men moved in, gathered her up,
> and took her down the hall.
>
> Rand let them rape her unconscious body. It would satisfy them and do
> her or his experiment no harm. Then she was settled on her knees, her
> ankles strapped and locked to her thighs, and to rings set in the
> floor, keeping them wide apart. Her metal shackles were replaced by
> leather, and her wrists lifted above her and fastened to a chain. She
> was positioned over a large, thick dildo which was screwed to the
> floor, and settled down upon it so it went deep into her belly.
>
> The room was in utter darkness. By a large plasma screen television
> basically filled the wall three feet in front of her.
>
> She was starting to waken as the men left. Cameras watched as she did
> waken, as she looked around herself blearily.
>
> Cheyenne moaned and let her head fall back, staring up towards her
> wrists in the darkness. When shed first wakened shed been terrified,
> remembering her time upside down in the hole. But there was soft, warm
> rug beneath her flesh.
>
> And then bright light made her blink, her eyes slitting. Swirling grew
> mists moved in front of her. She stared at them in confusion, but as
> they failed to resolve into anything interesting she used their light
> to look around her. She noted she was chained down, and that she was
> impaled on something fat and long which made her gut ache a little.
>
> She was able to pull her legs a little closer together, and rise up a
> bit, sitting on her heels. This took away the ache inside her. It also
> eased the pressure on her wrists and shoulders.
>
> The room was empty, much like the other one, but more rounded than
> square. The walls and roof were painted some dark colour.
>
> And then the TV came to life, rich and crystal clear, nearly life
> sized, filling her vision. There were more erotically filmed scenes of
> beautiful women writhing in pain, chained, tied, whipped, cropped,
> spanked, strapped, raped, and . She stared, not understanding at
> first, and then flushing hotly.
>
> The editing was done skilfully. One scene would fade into another quite
> softly. Sometimes both scenes were on the big screen at once.
>
> It was her, masturbating. And she could hear her voice groaning in
> pleasure, gasping and whining and grunting as she plunged the dildos
> into herself in slow, artistic, sensual, need. Often her masturbation
> was slowed down to look more erotic, and it was always interspaced with
> the other women being whipped, being raped, being spanked and cropped.
>
> There had been cameras in the other room, many of them from the looks
> of the scenes. Some had been taken overhead, others from all sides and
> all angles. She was mortified at first, and angry, but both emotions
> faded over time into resignation. She continued to wince and bite her
> lip at her soft, shuddering groans of pleasure, at the slow arching of
> her back, the rolling of her hips, the plunging of dildos into her
> pussy and anus.
>
> On the left side a woman was bound, her wrists behind her back, wrapped
> in rope, She lay on her belly as a man sodomized her. And on the other
> side, her own image faded slowly into view, on her belly, her hips
> rolling a dildo stuffed halfway up her rectum.
>
> The video on the right faded slowly out of sight and was replaced by
> another, of a woman hanging by her wrists, being whipped in slow
> motion. Cheyenne licked her lips appreciatively as the womans body,
> sheened in sweat, arched dramatically at the blow to her back, and she
> could not help but appreciate how erotic the woman looked.
>
> It was all play, after all, just acting, just kinky sex, sort of. The
> image on the other side of the screen faded into view, herself, looking
> pitiful, wrists shackled, ringed nipples visible just above her wrists,
> below her gleaming collar. And for the first time, having had no
> mirror, she saw the large word engraved into the front of the collar -
> Slave.
>
> She looked hot too, Cheyenne thought, though a little ruefully.
>
> Yes, she looked like just the kind of girl who would be hung by her
> wrists and whipped by big, hulking, evil men. And she imagined her body
> hanging so dramatically, stretched out, her ribs visible, her breasts
> stretched tautly, legs kicking feebly. Yes, she would look hot.
>
> And she could not help but be aware of the thick, hard dildo deep
> within her groin, for every slight movement of hers jarred her insides
> against the unmoving hardness, and her sex lips were spread wide around
> it, her clitoris feeling pressured.
>
> She squirmed a little more, and felt the sensual excitement of having
> something big and hard inside herself, even as the images on the screen
> changed again, a new girl being bent backwards, stretched out, two
> grinning men running their hands over her squirming body. And on the
> other side of the screen Cheyenne appeared, squirming, her hips
> rolling, her breath ragged as she pumped a dildo into herself and
> held a vibrator next to her clitoris.
>
> "Youre a filthy slut, arent you?" one of the men in the other video
> demanded.
>
> "Yes, master, Im a filthy slut," the actress moaned, rubbing her
> breasts against him in feigned pleasure.
>
> "You need to be well raped," he growled.
>
> "Rape me, master!" she groaned.
>
> The man thrust himself into her, but it was Cheyennes voice which
> groaned in pleasure as she thrust the dildo deep into her own pussy.
>
> She gazed down at herself, moaning softly, her body heating now. She
> stared at her ringed nipples. They did look so - erotic now. And past
> them her shaven sex with her lips split around the tube of rubber
> inside her. It was easy to imagine it was a cock.
>
> She looked up the length of her joined arms to the shackles overhead,
> and gripped the chains, drawing herself up just a little, shuddering at
> the sensory storm as her sex lips slid up the shaft of the dildo inside
> her, then dropped back down.
>
> She began to pull herself slowly up and down, just a little, just an
> inch or so, working the muscles of her arms as she stared at the
> changing images, at the writhing bodies, as moans and gasps and grunts
> and cries of pleasure filled her ears.
>
> She rolled her hips a little, feeling the pressure of the immoveable
> dildo against the different sides of her sex wall. She felt her
> breathing becoming more ragged as she worked her muscles, beads of
> sweat beginning to stand out on her body as the heat mounted within her
> as well.
>
> On the screen, a dozen men surrounded a writhing woman, pawing at her,
> growing with lust, their cocks all hard. She sucked one, turned her
> head, sucked another, turned back. Her legs were spread, and she was
> riding someone, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft. Another man
> was behind her, thrusting into her anus. Cocks jammed against the back
> of her head, and against her ears. She had one in each hand, and still
> the men crowded closer.
>
> Cheyenne rode the dildo slowly, grunting, panting, eyes glued to the
> screen as the scene changed again. Now a man was in it, naked from the
> waist down, clutching her hips, thrusting into the pussy of a woman,
> obviously on all fours.
>
> And next to them, her own image faded in, her on her knees, a dildo
> jammed into her pussy as her shackled fingers reached back between her
> legs and pumped it in and out. Her groans of pleasure were the only
> sound coming from the screen even as the camera zoomed slowly out on
> the other video, showing more of the woman, and still more, her breasts
> wobbling in and out in time to the mans thrusting and then she
> halted her grinding motions, stunned.
>
> It was her. She stared at the fist in her hair, forcing her head back,
> stared at the cock being pumped into her mouth, at the hand reaching
> down to roughly squeeze, knead and slap her breasts.
>
> The men moved their hips, thrusting into her from both sides, and on
> the other side of the screen, her other image thrust the dildo into
> herself, gasping and moaning, about to climax.
>
> Fear, alarm, shock, shame, wonder, and a dozen other conflicting
> thoughts and emotions rolled through Cheyennes mind. She felt as
> though she were in a fog as she stared at herself being raped, as she
> watched the mans cock thrusting into her pussy again and again, his
> hips slapping against her bottom.
>
> The video played in slow motion, and her body seemed pale and so very
> helpless, so small between the two large, black clad men. How how
> piteous she looked being abused, being brutalized, being ridden so
> roughly, so cruelly. The men were so cruel as they dug their fingers
> into her breasts, as they pulled her hair.
>
> And her own gasps and moans of pleasure filled the room as on the other
> side of the big screen, she jammed a dildo into her pussy, another
> sticking out of her anus, her hips rolling and bucking and grinding.
>
> And then, despite the turmoil spilling through her mind, she realized
> she was still powerfully aroused, and almost negligently, she resumed
> her movements, her pussy sliding up and down on the stiff dildo, the
> muscles of her arms bunching again and again as they lifted her up a
> little, then let her sink back down.
>
> She began riding it harder and harder, an orgasm approaching, and then
> the picture abruptly froze, then went out. A single light went on
> directly overhead, a narrow focussed beam of light which left much of
> the room dim, but made her blink her eyes against its brightness.
>
> The door opened, and she gasped as a shadowy figure came inside,
> closing it behind him. He walked closer, and she could see, in the
> light, that he wore a black robe over black pants and shirt. His face
> was covered in a black mask, and he stopped before her.
>
> She stared up at him in fear, and he reached out to her, not speaking,
> gently brushing his fingers through her hair, then caressing her cheek,
> and tracing the line of her jaw.
>
> Pretty young thing," he said in almost a whisper, "sweet, beautiful,
> sexy young girl.
>
> His finger traced the line of her lips, and a single finger pushed
> against her mouth, slid through before she could close her lips.
>
> "Youve been watching yourself. You see how beautiful you are, how sexy
> and sensual and seductive you are."
>
> His finger pushed deeper, rubbing along her tongue, then twisted and
> pulled back, but not all the way. He pushed it back in, pumping it
> slowly in and out of her mouth.
>
> "Nod your head if you will be a good, obedient little girl," the soft
> voice said.
>
> Cheyenne anxiously nodded her head, knowing it was what he wanted.
>
> "You are far from home, very far, and no one really misses you. No one
> is really looking for you. You are alone in the world, deep underground
> here in this place," he said as he pumped is finger in and out of her
> mouth.
>
> Suck on my finger, pretty little slut. Lick at it. Show me what you can
> do.
>
> She obeyed, sucking and licking at his finger, then the second finger
> he added.
>
> "We are a very large, very powerful organization," he said. "Weve been
> around for years, for generations. Were a sort of club made up of
> the most powerful and wealthiest men in the world. And you belong to us
> now."
>
> Her eyes blinked.
>
> "Oh yes, little slut. Like many who have gone before you, you are now
> our little plaything, our slave girl. You know what a slave girl is,
> dont you? Nod your head."
>
> Cheyenne, somewhat in a daze, nodded her head, still sucking on his
> fingers.
>
> "You will have no more worries, no more fears. No need to go to that
> boring job, or pay the rent, or worry what to wear. You are a slave
> now, a sex slave, and your only job is to obey and service men sexually
> with your body, with our body, for we have purchased you from the men
> who captured you."
>
> She moaned around his fingers, trying to twist her head around, to
> speak.
>
> He caught at her chin with his thumb, holding them in place.
>
> "Dont speak. Dont protest. You surely are smart enough to know we
> arent going to let you go now, not after all the work and time and
> money weve put into you. Why should we? Why? Because its cruel to
> hold you? But many of us are cruel. We enjoy having a lovely, naked
> young girl at our mercy, to torment and ravish
> again and again."
>
> He slipped his fingers out and stroked them along her lips.
>
> "And dont ask where you are, for it wont be answered. Nowhere is as
> good an answer as any, for you are gone from the world you knew. In
> this world you are a sexual animal, a pet, not a human being. You have
> no rights, no will, no privileges. Even eating and drinking is done at
> our mercy. And you will be beaten for the slightest impertinence, for
> any disobedience, for showing a lack of effort."
>
> He squatted, and his fingers dropped to her sex, rubbing lightly at her
> clit.
>
> "Do you want to be beaten, to be whipped?" his soft voice almost
> whispered.
>
> Cheyenne shook her head jerkily.
>
> "You will be. You will be beaten and whipped, if only for our pleasure.
> But how often and how badly depends on your obedience. Will you obey?"
>
> Frightened, Cheyenne jerked her head up and down.
>
> "Good girl, good little slut," he said, his voice pleased and soft.
>
> He moved to the side, and the videos continued to play on the big TV.
>
> "Do you see what a lovely whore you are? How beautiful your body looks,
> how soft and well formed your flesh is?" he asked, all but whispering
> into her ear. "You are a beautiful young female at the pinnacle of her
> sexual attractiveness. And what have you been doing to take advantage
> of that? Nothing. In the old world you knew, good girls didnt spread
> their legs for just anyone. But that was the old world," he said, his
> fingers tracing the line of the dildo stuffed into her pussy. "In this
> world, good girls spread their legs for anyone who wants them, any
> time."
>
> He cupped and kneaded her breast, his saliva slickened fingers still
> rubbing at her clitoris.
>
> "Youre in a new world now, little slut. Thats why I call you slut.
> Because in this world a slut is what you are, a slut who will bend and
> spread her legs instantly for anyone who wants her. Because that is the
> way this new world works. And if you hesitate you will regret it. For
> you are a slave girl now."
>
> It was insane! He was insane! Yet she knew he was right. She could not
> possibly escape, not like this. And she had to obey them, had to do as
> they wanted, had to fuck them if they wanted her to, for she surely
> could not hope to stop them.
>
> She was their prisoner, their sex slave.
>
> A sex slave!
>
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> From the ebook: Caged College Girls, by Argus.Argus books have been
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