1 – Slave Raiders

Part One - Who You Gonna Call?

As Mick Jagger once said, please allow me to introduce myself. The introduction is appropriate - many women who have spent a couple of hours in my company consider me to be, if not the Devil, something pretty damn close.

After completing her tour of her new home, Sarah was pretty much left to her own devices for the rest of the day. As she wandered around the spectacular building, familiarising herself with the layout, she couldn’t help but be impressed at the thought and investment that her Masters had put into the project, and she felt rather humble at that. She returned several times to the main broadcasting studio, trying unsuccessfully to get her head around all the equipment that was installed on that sinister looking stage from which she was destined to entertain the internet every week henceforth.

Chapter 6

Ch.1 : Slave-Daddy

"Oh, you've been a very bad Daddy, haven't you?" I smiled to myself as
I looked through the recent sites list in the web browser.

I was sitting at my father's desk, in his study, and I hadn't meant to
snoop, I was just checking my email, but I'd happened upon the
favorites list as I waited for the web page to load. And there it was,
"Bound for Glory" neatly bookmarked, and so I'd instantly become more
interested in what my dad was doing with his spare time.

Chapter 4
 

Relief

Then her guard allowed two women onto the platform carrying a
heavy black can between them. Angie was relieved that at last
somebody had taken pity on her and would clean her up. She
recognized one of the women and suddenly felt cold as she looked
into the hard eyes of the woman whose nipple she had cut off.
The women lifted the can up with difficulty to throw water over
Angie's head and she was drenched in a vile smelling mixture of
excrement and urine. Angie was in a state of shock at this