Taming a Tempest - Chapter 10 - 17

Chapter 10

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” said Elke.  “You don’t even need that thing.”  The two girls had just completed their second day of training and Elke was keeling at Kate’s feet with the mistress holding the girl’s heavy breasts in her hands.  Kate had just finished describing the little capsule that had been implanted in the girl’s body.  She always tried to make sure that every slave was fully aware of it and what it would do.  She always regretted the killing of a slave.

After their first day of training, the girls had been given a pop quiz by their mistress.  They had spent that day learning how to pleasure other females with their tongues and Kate wanted to see how well they had learned their lessons.  Both girls passed the quiz as they knelt between Kate’s thighs and alternated.

Tempest was tentative but she was quite good.  She was purposeful with her tongue, apparently wanting to score the orgasm quickly.  She blushed furiously throughout but was attentive to the responses of the mistress and adjusted her technique when moans or tremors gave her new input.

Elke was a sexual dynamo.  Her tongue seemed like a warm, soft Roto-Rooter to Kate.  It attacked vigorously and plunged and probed and fluttered with reckless abandon.  Kate easily achieved orgasms with each girl and was quite pleased with her purchases and their progress in class.

Today’s training had consisted of stretching and exercising followed by additional classes on slave etiquette in the morning.  In the afternoon, they had been schooled on oral sex on males.  Again, soft rubber replicas had occupied the early afternoon sessions.  Later in the afternoon, six male employees were brought in for real live practice.  The girls each got to deep throat a real cock and bring it to climax.  When the males were worn out, six more were brought in.  By the end of the afternoon, each girl had a full meal of protein in her belly.

That night, Kate decided to keep Elke at home.  She needed to tell her about the capsule and she also wanted to talk to the girl to understand her better.  She loaned Tempest to the head of the Caribbean office.

The slavers at each office were prohibited from having sex with their captives prior to the sale.  That prevented the unnecessary loss of the few cherries that were captured.  And it was rare that they ever got to have sex with the girls after a sale.  So Kate knew how appreciative the head guy would be if he got to sample the rare beauty of Tempest.  It would be a way for Kate to gain some points with her fellow outlaw.  And those points could come in handy someday.  They might even help keep her out of slavery.

“Tell me why I don’t need that capsule, Elke,” said Kate in response to the girl’s statement.

“If you keep arranging entertainment like the last three days, there’s no way I would ever try to run away.”  Elke paused.  “I don’t know why you even have to kidnap girls.  I would think they would be lining up to sign up.”

Kate thought back to the first business plan that she had reviewed.  Elke’s comment struck home.  They would be lining up to sign up.  There was clearly a third demographic to whom the business would appeal since Elke did not fit into either of the first two targets.  She would have to figure out which market segment Elke belonged to so that could be added to the plan.

Kate let her fingers slide up to the blonde’s nipples and captured them, rolling them slowly back and forth.  “Tell me about the entertainment.  What did you like?”

Elke sucked in her breath as her sensitive nipples were squeezed and rotated.  “Okay… I mean yes Mistress.  Day one was like life on overdrive.  Every sense and emotion was on full alert.  It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.  It starts off in a hog-tie.  Then it moves on to an assembly line where you are stripped and shaved and tattooed and then pampered.  Then the auction was such a rush!  I almost climaxed right up there on the stage.  The cane almost pushed me over the edge.  I didn’t like it but it almost had to be part of the scene.”

“Then it moves to scene two where we are in the holding pen and being inspected and fondled.  Then there was the melodrama of the French mistress not having the money and becoming a slave.  Oh my god!  That whole day was better than anything that Hollywood could have dreamed up.”

Kate thought for a moment before speaking again.  She continued to roll the stiff nipples back and forth.  “So does that mean that you liked everything that happened that day?”

“Oh, hell no!” replied Elke.  “Oops again.  I mean hell no, Mistress.  I didn’t like the tattoo.  I didn’t like losing my fur.  I hated the cane.  It’s not a matter of liking.  It’s a matter of needing.  I needed that.”

“You are a strange girl,” said Kate.

“No, Mistress,” replied Elke.  “I’m not strange at all.  I am actually very normal.  But I am honest.  When something excites me, I say it excites me.  I don’t pretend that it doesn’t just because social norms say that it shouldn’t.”

“What about the next day?” asked Kate, eager to learn more about her new property,   “Yesterday.”

“Is this a trick question?” asked Elke.  This earned Elke a harsh pinch to each of her nipples.

“Don’t get sarcastic with me, little one.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” replied a chastened Elke.  “I loved yesterday.  Well, I’m not real wild about the etiquette classes.  Kneel… stand… bend… stand… kneel… turn….  That gets pretty boring.  But what happened before and after were wonderful.  Before the etiquette class, I got to eat Tempest.  I’ve wanted to do that forever.  I’m so happy that she’s my slave sister.  And then I got to spend the afternoon eating all of my friends, including Tempest again.  And then we got to eat you last night.  I would gladly exchange my freedom for days like that.”

“Hmmm,” pondered Kate.  “It seems that I’m not the only one who has an interest in Tempest.”

“Oh, no, Mistress,” replied Elke quickly.  “You’d have to rent out a stadium in order to accommodate everyone who wants Tempest.  Even a stadium might not be big enough.”

Kate laughed at her slave’s reaction.  She reached up and laced her fingers into the girl’s fine, silky blonde hair and pulled her head back, leaning down to kiss her.  Elke sighed happily at the tender touch and parted her lips.  This result in the kiss being prolonged and led to the two of them retreating to Kate’s bedroom where they made love for hours..

While this was going on, Tempest was being reintroduced to a cock that she had met earlier in the day.  Cedric was the chief pirate in the area in that he ran the Caribbean region for the organization.  He was also one of the males who had offered their cocks for training purposes in the afternoon.  Tempest once again had her lips stretched around the huge shaft and was bathing it with her tongue as she let the pole slide in and out of her mouth.

She wondered how they recruited staff for their operation.  All of the men had unbelievably large cocks.  The men varied in terms of looks and intelligence but they all had logs dangling between their legs.  Cedric appeared to be on the upper end of the intelligence scale, which was probably why he was the chief pirate.  He was only average in looks, though.  He was more rugged looking than handsome.

She had already been working on his cock for over fifteen minutes and she feared that it would take much longer since she and the other girls had drained him multiple times earlier in the day.  Her jaw ached from all of the blowjobs she had already given.  Her throat was sore from all of the cocks that had forced their way into it but thankfully Cedric had not yet made her deep throat him this evening.  She was not sure, however, how much longer she could last.  A girl can only suck so many cocks.

She needn’t have worried about lasting much longer, though.  Cedric placed his hand on her forehead and slowly pushed her back and off of his cock.  He reached down and lifted her, holding her above him as he sat in the chair.

He was a big man and appeared to be all muscle.  He held her as if she were a doll, making her feel very small and powerless.  “I am going to let you select the hole that I fuck,” he said.

She blushed as she realized that she would have to aid in the upcoming rape by guiding the cock into her.  But at least she was thankful that she was given a choice.  There was no way that she could ever accommodate him anally.

“Thank you, Master.”  She had learned in the etiquette classes that all males, other than male slaves, were to be addressed as master even if they did not own slaves.  She reached down and gripped the huge black cock, positioning it at her sex and felt the bulb slip partially into her.

He lowered her slowly, lifting her occasionally to let the cock slip back out.  One time, it popped free and she quickly gripped it again and repositioned it.  She was surprised at how wet it was with her juices and wondered again how her body could be so aroused considering the frightening world that she had entered.

He continued to lift and lower her until his entire cock was buried in her sex.  Then he released her and let her settle onto the cock and adjust to the massive size.  Her heart was beating quickly and she felt tingly all over as the pole was lodged in her body.

“You may fuck me now, girl.”

Tempest blushed again.  She would have to do the work, further aiding in her own rape.  “Thank you, Master,” was all that she voiced, though.

Could this be considered rape?  Surely it was not something that she had volunteered for.  Therefore, it was nonconsensual.  But was it possible to rape a slave?  If a person used their own property for something that it was designed for, could that be a crime?  The kidnapping had been a crime.  Slavery was a crime in most countries.  But she was not sure that what was going on now constituted a crime.

She used her legs to lift herself out of his lap, feeling the log slowly slide out of her.  When just the bulb remained inside of her, she lowered herself again, feeling every inch of the cock’s travel inside of her.  She continued to move slowly up and down on the black man’s cock.

“That feels nice, girl,” he said.  “You have a tight twat.  Feed me those tits.”

Oh god, thought Tempest.  Once again, she had to aid in the taking of her body.  She reached up and lifted both breasts in her hands, leaning forward slightly and offering a nipple to the male’s lips.  He sucked it into his mouth and held it there as she kept his cock sliding in and out of her.

Tempest closed her eyes at the humiliation of being so powerless and so used.  She was not sure that she could survive like this.  She was not sure that she wanted to survive.  She was nothing but a sexual plaything.

His teeth gnawed lightly on her nipples which stiffened automatically in response.  Unwanted thrills shot through her body, much to her dismay, and she felt her sex tighten around his massive cock.  Still, she kept up the steady up and down tempo.  He released the nipple and then claimed its twin, repeating his actions until it too was as stiff as a little pebble.

He finally released the second nipple and reached to the table, grabbing a pair of clamps.  She opened her eyes as she felt the cold steel at her left nipple and looked down, surprised at what she saw.  He had placed the nipple between the two pieces of metal and was sliding the ring upward, causing the two tines to clamp down on her tender bud.  He watched her face for a reaction and kept tightening it.  Her expression changed from surprise to shock to worry to fear.  Finally, she cried out from the pain of her nipple being crushed.  He continued to slide the ring upward and she cried out in pain again.  He stopped working on that one and turned his attention to the other nipple, tightening that clamp until he was satisfied with the level of pain.

Tempest’s chest burned with pain as she rode his cock.  Tears rolled down her cheeks but her sex was spasming with arousal.  How could it react so badly to something like this?

She realized, all of a sudden, that she was not on birth control.  Since joining the law firm two years earlier, she had immersed herself in work.  She still dated occasionally but she had vowed not to get involved with anyone until she became a senior associate.  She went off the pill, thinking that it was best to not have unnecessary chemicals flowing through her body.  But now, she was totally unprotected and was about to receive a male’s seed; a black male’s seed no less.  She groaned again at her helplessness.

Just as she was worrying about receiving his sperm, Cedric tensed and grunted.  He gripped her waist and forced her body down hard on his cock.  She cried out in pain as the cock banged against her cervix, sending cramping throughout her abdomen and then whimpered as she felt the cock jerking inside of her, knowing that it was sending millions of tiny swimmers into her, all of which were in search of her egg.

 

Chapter 11

Tempest was returned to Kate the next morning.  Thankfully, she was excused from the morning’s instruction.  Cedric had kept her up most of the night, fucking her over and over again.  She was amazed at his stamina and his ability to recover.

Kate tucked her into bed and then finished typing her response to the business plans.  She added some commentary based on her conversation with Elke, although she did not disclose her source.  But she did recommend that some funds be set aside for market research to identify additional demographics that looked promising.

Tempest rejoined her fellow slaves for the afternoon training.  She groaned when she realized that this was going to be a class on fucking.  Even though they started again with rubber replicas, she knew that real live cocks would eventually be brought in for more realistic practice.  Then, millions more sperm would be seeking out her egg.

Sure enough, by 2:30, six males entered the room.  Cedric was among this group and, to Tempest’s surprise, he claimed her.  She would have thought that he would want to try it with someone new.  But she found herself bent over a bench with his log buried deep in her sex.

The instructor had emphasized how the girls could use their vaginal muscles to pleasure a male and how verbal and nonverbal cues from the girl could increase the arousal of their partners.  The instructor went around the room as the six couples fucked and provided praise or correction to each girl.

‘Very good, Tempest,” she said as she watched and listened to the girl.  “Nice cooing;  very erotic quivering.  And I can actually see your pussy clamping him.”

“Hell,” said Cedric, “she was doing all of that last night even before your class.  This girl’s a natural.  One hundred percent pure fuck doll.”

Tempest blushed at that.  She had never thought of herself as a fuck doll before.  But she supposed that it was a good thing to please the chief pirate.

Six sets of men came through the classroom that afternoon.  The girls were fucked leaning over a bench, missionary style while lying on mats, standing, kneeling and being fucked doggie style, and lying side by side being taken from behind.

Cedric was back again for the last wave of cocks and claimed Tempest again.  This time, it was to be riding the poles as the men sat in chairs.  This was the same way that Cedric had taken her the night before.  He didn’t seem to mind that his cock was swimming in the sperm of all of his predecessors.  He simply had her impale herself on him and ride him while he feasted on her luscious breasts, repeating the actions of the night before.  The only thing that was missing was the clamps.

That night, Kate let the girls sleep together once again.  A plane was waiting for her to take her to Europe for a meeting.  She hoped to be able to return the next night.

“I can’t believe this,” said Tempest as the two girls laid together in bed.

“I can’t either,” agreed Elke.  “I’ve never had so much fun in my life!”

“Elke!” exclaimed Tempest.

“Well, it’s true,” she countered.  “What’s not to like about it?”

“We’re slaves for god sakes,” said Tempest. “We are owned.  We are Kate’s property.  How can you like that?”

“She has been a good mistress so far.  I think I’m going to like being her property.  I’m aroused all the time.  Aren’t you?”  Elke reached between Tempest’s legs and ran a finger along her petals finding them slick with arousal.  “Yeah, you are too!”

“Elke!” admonished Tempest again.  “Stop acting like a little girl!”

Elke was in a playful mood and she rolled Tempest onto her back and then pounced on her friend, lying on top of her.  Her breasts dangled over Tempest’s face and she twisted her chest back and forth, letting her heavy breasts slap the other girl’s cheeks.

“These don’t look like they belong to a little girl,” Elke said as she listened to the soft slapping sounds.”  I don’t know about you, but I’m loving it.  I have never had so much great sex in my life.”

“You’re impossible!” proclaimed Tempest as she tried to wiggle out from under Elke.  The blonde was able to hold her down and just kept slapping her cheeks.

“Hey, that guy sure seemed to take a shine to you today,” Elke said, referring to Cedric.  “Who was he?  And was he any good?”

“The pirate king, I suppose,” replied Tempest.  “He’s the guy Kate gave me to last night.”

“Well, was he any good?”

“I don’t know,” a frustrated Tempest responded.  “Yeah, I suppose he was okay.”

“Well, did you cum?”

Tempest blushed at the question.  With the exception of the first fucking the night before, Cedric had made sure that she climaxed each time he fucked her, including the two times that afternoon.  Each of the orgasms had been powerful, leaving her breathless.  None of the other four cocks had brought her to climax.  “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Elke rolled her eyes.  “You’re the one who’s impossible, Tempest.  We are living in Pussy Paradise and all you do is worry and whine.”

“Can you get off of me?” asked Tempest.  “I want to take my plug out now.”

At the end of the afternoon class, the instructor had inserted butt plugs into each of them.  That had been humiliating but surprisingly had not been painful.  They had been told to leave them in until bedtime and then to have someone else take them out.  Tempest dreaded tomorrow’s class.  She was convinced that they would be focusing on anal sex.

“You’re supposed to have someone else take it out,” Elke reminded her.  “Take mine out and then I’ll take yours out.”

Elke got off of Tempest and kneeled on all fours in the center of the bed.  Tempest extracted the plug and then took it to the bathroom, keeping her arm outstretched to keep the offensive thing as far away from herself as possible.  Then she knelt on the bed to let Elke remove hers.

The blonde was feeling mischievous though.  She gripped the plug and pulled it slowly out until just the tip was inside.  Then she pushed it back in quickly until it was once again fully lodged in Tempest’s rectum.

“Elke!”

Elke giggled and wrapped an arm under Tempest to hold her in place.  Then she started pumping the plug in and out of her friend’s butt, watching as the sphincter clung to the plastic as it moved outward.  “Ooo, this is fun!” she exclaimed.  “You have such a pretty little asshole!”

“Elke!” Tempest protested.  “Stop that right now!”

Elke pushed the plug back in and released it.  She raised her hand and brought it back down hard, spanking Tempest’s bottom loudly.

“Ow!” complained Tempest.  She started struggling to try to free herself but Elke held her firmly in place.

“Stop whining!” said Elke and then she spanked her friend again.  She leaned down and licked between the impaled little pucker and Tempest’s sex, pausing and pulling back a bit to look at the tattoo.

“The serial number looks good on you,” she went on.  “They did a nice job with it; very decorative.”

“Elke, stop that!”  Again, a loud spank filled the room.  Elke kept pumping the plug in and out and eventually used her other hand to stroke Tempest’s clit.  It wasn’t until Tempest climaxed that she stopped and removed the offending plug.

Tempest wanted to sleep as far away from Elke as she could but the tall blonde had other ideas.  She wanted to spoon with Tempest and it wasn’t until she threatened to tie her friend up that Tempest reluctantly relented.  They slept together with Elke’s breasts flattened against Tempest’s back and Elke’s hand cradling one of the smaller girl’s breasts.

 

Chapter 12

The next day, Tammy was missing from the class.  When Tempest asked about her, the instructor replied that the pregnant girl had been shipped to her new home.  Tempest was still fuming over being abused by Elke the night before and hearing that one of them had been ‘shipped’ did nothing to improve her disposition.  It was all so inhumane!  She just wanted to scream!

But she didn’t.  She wanted to get off this island as quickly as she could.  She would act like she was a good little slave until that time.

Her delusions about escaping were quickly fading away, though.  She was starting to resign herself to the fact that her old life was gone forever and that she had started a new life as someone else’s property.  She didn’t like it but that was the new reality.  Elke had reminded her of that the night before.

Before Elke had started abusing her, Tempest had tried to engage in a discussion about how they would escape once they returned to Chicago.  Elke cut her short and didn’t want to even discuss it.  She didn’t want to hear another word about it.  She reminded Tempest of the capsule and said she would rather be owned than dead.  Tempest argued that they didn’t even know for sure if the capsules even existed.  They had searched each other’s bodies and could not find any sign of an incision.  But Elke was adamant.  She would remain as a slave and would be the best slave she could be.

Tempest was beginning to realize that Elke was right.  The sooner she accepted her fate, the better off she would be.  It was just so hard to give up her freedom.  Actually, her freedom had already been taken from her.  But it was hard to give up the hope of freedom.

Tempest had been right the night before that anal would be the topic of today’s instruction.  She was pleasantly surprised, however, when the men did not appear in big-cocked waves like they had on the two previous days.  Instead, after practicing with the rubber replicas for about an hour, five women arrived.  Each wore a latex or leather cat suit and each had a strap-on dildo.  These were long, but much more slender than the bludgeons that dangled from the men’s crotches.

The five remaining girls were violated while kneeling, while standing and while bent over tables or benches.  The women were gentle with the naked students and caressed and fondled their feminine charms as they pounded the dildos into their asses.  Each girl received an orgasm with each of her anal lovers.

The last exercise was the most difficult and the most humiliating.  The dildo women lay on their backs on the floor with their artificial cocks aimed upward.  Each girl had to squat over the woman she was assigned to, facing the woman’s head.  Then the girl was expected to lower herself onto the plastic spear.

Tempest thought she would die of embarrassment as she supported herself over the dildo with her hands and feet.  She was spread lewdly and she knew that, once again, her sex was wet with arousal.  The woman would have a clear view of her swampy sex gaping open and Tempest was sure she would be viewed as a slut.

It was also embarrassing because she would have to look into the woman’s face.  With the previous anal penetrations, she had been facing away and did not have to endure the shame of being watched.  Now, the woman would be able to see all of her facial expressions and she would see the woman watching her.

Finally, it was humiliating because she would be impaling herself.  With all of the other impalements, the other woman would control everything.  Now, she would be controlling the speed and depth of the penetration.  It was almost as if she was being forced into endorsing the obscene activity by voluntarily sinking the fake cock into her bowels.

Her ass was already well lubricated from the previous fucks so that was not a problem.  She lifted her head and sized up the dildo she was expected to ride.  After each fuck, the women had changed dildos, donning progressively thicker ones each time.  This one looked like it might be beyond what she could accept.  She trembled slightly and then closed her eyes, trying to steel herself for the ordeal.

“What are you waiting for, Tempest?” chided the instructor.  “I said begin.”

“Yes, Mistress,” chirped Tempest.  Her cheeks blossomed with a fresh blush.

She slowly lowered herself.  She felt the dildo bump against her bottom cheek and then felt the woman adjust it and position it so that, as she lowered herself further, it came into contact with her little pucker.  She took a deep breath.

“You can do it, sweetie,” said the woman below her.  She felt fingers gliding over her slick petals as the woman encouraged her.  “You’re almost there.”

Tempest lowered herself a little more and felt the thick tool pressing harder against her sphincter, trying to gain access.  She lowered further and felt the dildo pushing harder, stretching her.  She felt pain shooting through her body as the tight little hole was opened more and more.  Finally, she cried out as the pain became too intense but it was at that moment that the monster broke through.  She took another deep breath and then panted as she tried to adjust to the huge thing that was stretching her.

“Good girl,” encouraged the woman with the dildo.  She was slowly sliding two fingers into Tempest’s overheated sex and occasionally brushing her thumb over the girl’s clit.  “Now let yourself down slowly.”

“Oh god,” muttered Tempest as she heard the words.  She wasn’t sure that the whole thing would fit.  But she did continue to sink down on the shaft slowly, feeling it slice into her body.  The stretching was over, thankfully.  She was already past the thickest part.  Now it was just a matter of letting the length of it invade her body.

The woman slipped a third finger into Tempest.  Tempest blushed again as she felt her own juices running down from her sex, wetting her bottom.  The woman twisted her hand back and forth, rotating her fingers inside the slavegirl.  “Halfway there, precious girl.  Keep going.  You can do it.”

“Half way?” thought Tempest.  She felt packed full already.  She wasn’t sure she could do it.  The woman helped her by curling her fingers inside of Tempest and pulling the girl downward as her other hand reached up and pushed down on her shoulder.  Tempest groaned as she felt it move deeper into her but her arms were already feeling weak from supporting herself for so long.  The woman did not move fast but she moved steadily.  Tempest felt the log slowly but surely push deeper into her bowels until she was fully impaled.  Once again, she started panting.

“Good girl,” the woman said again.  She pulled her fingers out of Tempest and used them to paint her juices onto her nipples.  “Such a pretty kitty.  When you are ready, you may begin moving again.”

Tempest remained motionless and just panted.  She looked down at the woman in disbelief of the situation.  A week ago, she never would have done this.  She wouldn’t have believed it if someone told her that things like this happened.  Here she was atop another woman with a huge dildo lodged in her bottom as the woman toyed with her sex and then rubbed her juices into her nipples.  The woman stopped toying with the sensitive buds and lifted her fingers to Tempest’s lips.  Tempest didn’t want to clean them but she knew what was expected of her and she obediently opened her mouth, letting the fingers push their way in.  Then she used her tongue to bathe them and clean them.

After a minute, the woman prompted her again.  “You should begin now, girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Tempest replied meekly.  She adjusted her legs, tucking them beneath her so she was kneeling.  Then she started her slow up and down motion, feeling every inch of progress that the dildo made deep inside her body.

“Lean forward, pet,” said the woman.  Tempest tilted her body forward and the dildo shifted inside of her, causing her belly to cramp.  “Forward a little more.”

Tempest groaned as the pain intensified even more as she leaned forward further.  The woman tilted her head up and then propped her upper body up, resting on her elbows.  She started licking the generous breasts that were dangling in front of her face as Tempest tried to adjust to the invader in her bowels.

The woman sucked the left nipple into her mouth and chewed on it, sending more pain through the captive girl’s body but also sending erotic thrills through her.  She shifted her head to capture the other nipple and more pain and pleasure coursed through her body.  The woman seemed infatuated with the perfect breasts that she was feasting on.  She would suckle the nipples and then draw as much breast flesh as she could into her mouth.  Tempest could feel teeth raking along her breast as she withdrew from the hungry mouth until the teeth clamped down on the nipple, nipping at it.

“Lean back now, little one,” the woman said.  Tempest straightened up again.  The whole time, she had been moving her hips, letting the dildo slide in and out of her, feeling the cramping each time it got deep.  Now the cramping had stopped.

“Lean back, child,” the woman repeated.  Tempest leaned back further using her hands to prop herself up.  “Good girl.”

Her torso was now at a forty five degree angle, exposing her sex to the woman again.  Again, the woman slipped fingers into her and again Tempest blushed as she realized how wet she was.  Still, she kept her hips moving, fucking herself on the huge plastic cock.

The woman finally decided that it was time to give Tempest pleasure.  The fingers started to toy with the slippery, distended clit, rolling it back and forth and pinching it and tugging on it.  Tempest felt pain and pleasure mixing in her body again but at least the cramping had gone.  The pleasure started to build and overshadow the pain and Tempest started panting again.  Little soft moans escaped from her lips as the woman kept playing with the sensitive clit.

Finally, Tempest shuddered and groaned as her orgasm struck.  The woman pinched the tender clit again, sending fresh pain through the girl’s body and driving the orgasm higher.  She shrieked as her climax hit another peak and then groaned.  She started to come down from her climax but the woman pinched her clit again, this time using her fingernails.  Tempest shrieked again but her orgasm went soaring again.  She felt like her heart would pound itself right out of her chest as her body became a swirling hot mixture of pain and pleasure.  And then, everything went black.  She had fainted.

 

To be continued

Chapter 13

“Tempest, dear,” said Kate.  She was seated on the sofa in her suite and Tempest was kneeling before her.  Once again, she held the younger woman’s breasts in her hand.  Tempest was starting to think of this as the normal ‘at home’ positions for the two of them.  “Tell me what you are thinking.”

Tempest thought for a moment back to the instructions that Kate had given her.  She was given a choice between two possible responses unless asked a question that implied that a different kind of response was required.  But she had not been asked a question just now.  So she selected one of her two possible choices.

“Yes, please.”

Kate furrowed her brow, confused for a moment.  And then she realized what Tempest was doing.  She squeezed the two breasts in her hands, lovingly.  “The rules are off for now, love.  You may speak freely with no repercussions.  Tell me what you are thinking.”

Tempest thought for a moment again before speaking.  Finally, she did respond.  “I think that you are horrible and insensitive and inhumane.  I think that you should be locked away in prison for the rest of your life.  What happened to me and my friends was unfair.  And while you say that you had nothing to do with it, you are part of the group that did it to us.  I hate you.”

Kate nodded as she listened.  She tried to think of what to say next but Tempest started up again before she could say anything.

“I am your property.  I know that.  I will not try to escape.  I do not want to die.  I will be the best slavegirl that I can be.  I will try to make you very proud of owning me.”

Kate felt her pulse slowing back down.  After the first part of the speech, she had been concerned that she would either have to sell the girl or resort to drugs to soften her.  Both of those options repulsed her.  She decided to test the girl a bit, though, before believing her.

“That’s quite a conflicting set of messages that you just sent to me.  You hate me.  But you want to make me proud of owning you.  That doesn’t sound like the piranha that I know.”  Tempest had earned the nickname of piranha during her internship with the firm three years earlier.  She was working on a case with a partner and a senior associate.  What the partner was doing was not only unethical, it was blatantly illegal.  She talked to the associate but he refused to act.  So she acted.  She could not allow an injustice to take place with her knowledge.  The partner went to jail.  The associate was forced out of the firm.  Tempest was sure that she had burned a bridge and possibly ruined her career.  Instead, she was given a job offer before the summer even ended.  When she finished her degree, she would come back as a junior associate.  It seemed that ethics were valued in the firm.

For the last week before she left for school, her nickname gained momentum.  It started with a casual comment in the lunch room from one of the interns.  “Wow, you’re a real piranha.  You had that guy for lunch!”  Someone else heard the comment and used it.  After that, it became widespread and became attached to her.  Tempest was the piranha.  She made lunch out of other attorneys who stood in her way.

“Kate, I was never a piranha.  He was slime and he was offensive to my principles and the principles of the profession I wanted to join.  But as to my comments, they are very much from me.  I do plan to be the best slave I can be.  It’s not something that I chose.  It’s not something that I aspired to.  But it’s what I am now.  Elke helped me realize that.”

Once again, Kate was happy that she had purchased the beautiful Elke.  She was right in her earlier assessment of the girl as someone who would help tame Tempest.  She rubbed her thumbs along the lush outer swells of the girl’s breasts.

“We will be going home tomorrow, pet,” said Kate.  “I hope that I’m making the right decision.”

“I don’t know if you are making the right decision, Mistress,” said Tempest, switching away from Kate’s name to her title purposefully.  “But I do know that I will try as best I can to make you proud.”

 

Chapter 14

The girls attended the morning class which Tempest had grown to hate because of the monotony of the drills that they engaged in as they were taught the proper ways to serve and kneel and pose.  This time, the French girl was missing so now they were down to four.

Tempest asked about the former mistress and was shocked at the response.  The organization had kidnapped four more girls the day before and they were being ‘processed.’  The French mistress was also being processed for the auction that was to be held later today.  Tempest shuddered as she thought back to the terrifying ordeal that they had gone through days earlier when they were being prepared for sale.

Elke and Tempest were sent back to their room immediately after lunch since they were leaving the island.  Those plans changed, however, once they found their mistress.

“Change of plans, girls,” Kate said.  “We’re delaying a day.”  She was obviously agitated about something.  She was pacing the floor and muttering to herself.

“Is everything okay, Mistress?” asked Tempest.

Kate kept pacing as if she did not hear the question and kept muttering.  Tempest caught an occasional word or phrase.  “Asshole.”  “Jerk.”  “There ought to be a rule.”  “Fool.”  Tempest decided to remain silent.

Finally, Kate settled down enough to sit.  Both girls scurried to her and knelt.  “Can we do something to help, Mistress?” asked Elke.

Kate smiled and reached out, ruffling Elke’s hair and then stroking Tempest’s cheek.  “I’m just a little upset,” she said.  “Maybe you can relax me after the auction.  Would you like to come and watch?”

Tempest gasped.  The last thing in the world that she wanted to watch was girls being sold into slavery.  She did not respond fast enough, though.

“Oh, yes Mistress!” exclaimed Elke.  “We’d love to!”

“Um… er… um…” mumbled Tempest.

“Good,” smiled Kate as she arose.  “Let’s go.  It starts in ten minutes.”

“Um… er… um…” repeated Tempest but she was completely ignored as Kate gathered her things and headed out the door.  Elke eagerly followed her mistress and Tempest reluctantly tagged along.

During the walk to the main building, they learned why their mistress was so upset.  She had just learned that the French mistress’ husband had sabotaged her.  He had emptied the bank account and bought a new sports car with some of the money.  While she was being trained to be a slave, he had been driving around Europe.  Now, he was here to buy a slave of his own and it wasn’t going to be his wife.  He was going to let someone else purchase her.

Kate arranged for two mats to be delivered to her table and the two girls knelt at her feet.  She idly fondled their breasts as she waited for the auction to begin.  Finally, the room lights dimmed and the floodlights came on.

The French mistress was the first one brought onto the stage.  She had a stunned look on her face and it was obvious that she never thought it would come to this.  She was fastened to the same pole that had held Tempest less than a week earlier.

“You will find lot number one listed as 0915CF in your program,” the announcer said.  This time, the auctioneer was female and Tempest recognized her as the woman who had worn the dildo and taken her anally.  “She came into our possession less than a week ago.”

Kate handed each of her girls a program so they could follow along.  Tempest took it but did not want to open it.  Elke quickly opened hers and began reading.  Finally, curiosity got the better of her and Tempest opened hers.  The program showed a picture of each of the girls that was being sold along with statistics.  Tempest wondered when the pictures were taken because she did not remember posing for any pictures leading up to her own sale.  Then she realized that these were candid shots that were probably taken before the kidnapping as the pirates stalked their prey.  She wondered how long she had been stalked before being captured.

The program provided a fair amount of information about each girl but it did not include a name.  Included were nationality, date of birth, height and weight, and typical measurements such as bust, waist and hips.  It showed hair color and natural hair color.  Each listing had a ‘term of enslavement’ and each term was described as ‘permanent.’  Each listing also had an entry for ‘limits’ and that entry was filled out as ‘none’ for each of the girls.

Tempest glanced up at Kate and saw her glaring across the room.  She looked in that direction and saw a man smiling smugly, seated two tables away.  That was probably this poor woman’s husband.  What a cruel thing to do!  Why couldn’t he just have divorced her?

“This tight little package was formerly a slave owner herself,” the auctioneer said.  “So she might present some training challenges.  But for the master or mistress who is able to successfully tame her, she offers an abundance of delights.  Look at these perky, compact breasts.”  The announcer was bouncing the breast closest to her and Tempest watched it jiggle.

“The nipples on this girl are perfect for rings.”  The auctioneer was twisting the little buds back and forth and then released them, flicking each one with her finger.  Tempest was amazed at how erect and prominent they were.

The auctioneer reached for the horrid cane and swung it directly across the girl’s breasts, striking across both nipples.  Tempest grimaced as she saw the tender mounds dent inward with the impact and saw the girl’s eyes close as she tried to adjust to the pain.

“Nice markings as you can see.  She also blushes beautifully.  We have had her in training for several days so I have been able to observe her.  She has been very compliant with the program but blushes deliciously at new experiences.  You should have seen her on anal day.”

The announcer probed a finger into the girl’s sex and held her finger up for everyone to see it glistening.  “This one is quite responsive.  We think she will make someone a fine pet.”

“Now, what am I bid for the girl?”

The price jumped immediately to 250,000 pounds.  Tempest glanced around the room and saw a flurry of hands signaling bids.  She saw the husband leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and that smug smile still on his face.  What a rat!  The man turned and saw her looking at him and waved.  She turned her head back to the stage.

The price had reached 300,000 pounds.  The girl looked terrified as she witnessed the process of her body being sold.  It was only days ago that she had been one of the bidders instead of the merchandise.

The bidding finally slowed down and the mistress was sold for 380,000.  Kate was quite pleased with the outcome.  Even after the organization took their cut, she was still ahead.

The organization only took a small transaction fee for private sales like this.  They wanted owners to sell their girls here to drive more traffic into each sale.  The more buyers there were, the higher the prices would be.  They would make their money on the sales of the girls they procured.

So, after the 10,000 pound transaction fee, Kate netted 370,000 pounds.  She had only paid 300,000 for the mistress and Elke combined so she essentially got Elke for free and made 70,000 pounds on the little Frenchie.  Not a bad deal at all.  She loved being a slaver!

There was a break as the former mistress was detached from the pole and taken away.  It would be several more minutes before the next girl was brought in.

“Your girls are quite beautiful,” Tempest heard a French accent.  She looked up and saw the husband smiling at Kate.  “As is their owner.”

“Thank you,” replied Kate.  “I noticed that you were not bidding on that last girl.”

“It is true,” he said.  “She is not my type.  And she would be more hassles than she is worth.  I have my eyes set on lot number three.  Unless, of course, you would care to part with one of your girls.  They are both very much to my liking.”

“Unfortunately, they are not for sale,” responded Kate.

“Pity,” said the Frenchman.  “I was prepared to offer a million for either one…. pounds that is.”

Tempest sucked in her breath at that.  Elke gasped.  They both knew that Kate had purchased them for much less than that.  And they both knew that Kate was extremely profit motivated.

“They are not for sale,” Kate said again.  It had taken every bit of strength, however, to decline the offer.  She could have sold either girl for more than she had paid for all three.

Maybe she should start trading in slavegirls.  She could buy them and keep them in inventory.  They could be trained while she held them and then she could sell them when the conditions were right.  She had invested 900,000 pounds for three girls.  If she accepted the Frenchman’s offer, she could walk out of here with 1,370,000 and still have ownership of one girl which would still be a very valuable asset.  Plus, she had come here with the intent of only buying Tempest.  She should be able to view Elke as expendable.

“The next one is coming up,” said the husband.  “I will check back with you again before lot number three is brought out.”  The man returned to his seat.

“Oh, god, I’m so horny!” hissed Kate.  “Elke, get under the table and take care of me.”  The excitement of an auction always aroused her.  Even when she was just watching in over the internet, she would get very wet and frequently masturbated as she watched.  But tonight was almost pushing her over the edge.  The erotic thrill of buying and selling flesh was more than she could handle.  Elke dutifully crawled under the table and used her tongue to try to calm down her mistress.

The second girl looked familiar to Tempest but she did not know why.  She had not recognized her from the picture but she did once she saw her in person.  She glanced back at the picture and looked at the background.  Then it hit her.  This was another girl from the cruise she had been on.  Had she been taken at the same time or did the pirates raid the ship a second time?  She had no idea that cruises were so dangerous.

The second girl sold for 250,000 pounds and Kate climaxed as the auctioneer declared the girl sold.  The Frenchman returned.  “Have you thought any more about my offer?”

“I’m afraid they are still not for sale.”

“Even for a million and a half?” he asked.

Kate wavered for a moment which frightened Tempest.  But again, Kate declined the offer.  It was hard again, though.  That would have made for a pretty profit.  She did decide to pursue her earlier idea and start buying girls for her inventory, though.

“Tempest,” she hissed.  “Under the table!  I need it again!”  Tempest obediently crawled between her legs and found her sex dripping with arousal.

Tempest missed lot number three entirely.  Once again, Kate climaxed just as the gavel went down and the auctioneer declared the sale to be final.  She crawled out from under the table just in time to see a shock of red hair disappearing through the door at the back of the stage.

She recognized lot number four as someone from the cruise liner.  Lot number five was a stranger but she assumed that the girl had also been kidnapped from the cruise ship.  After all sales had been completed, the Frenchman strolled over to the table again.

“Did you win number three?” asked Kate.

“Alor,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and holding his palms upward.  “Mais non.  I did not even bid.  I found something else that I want to acquire.”

Kate understood what he meant and looked back at him.  “At the risk of repeating myself, they are not for sale.”

He shrugged again.  “More is the pity for me.  I will take my leave now.  Enjoy your girls.”

Kate left her girls at the table and instructed them not to leave for any reason or with anyone.  She would be back shortly.  Then she went in search of the head of the branch office.

“You made a nice profit tonight,” he said when he saw her.

“Yes, it was a very profitable night for me,” she replied.  “Cedric, I need a favor.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled.  “Hospitality is my middle name.”

Kate went on to describe the interactions with the French mistress’ husband and how he had offered so much money for her girls.  He replied that she should have sold them.  “You could buy a dozen girls with that much.”

“These are my girls,” she responded.  “I’m keeping them.”

Then, she told him, word for word, what the man had said after the auction ended.  “Cedric, I need protection tonight.  If he comes near me or any of my girls, feed him to the fishies.”

“It is done,” he replied and bowed gallantly.  In his mind, they might all be outlaws but they had honor.

“As a way of trying to repay you,” she added, “you may have one of my girls for tonight.  Take whichever one you find pleasing.”

“That is very generous of you, Kate,” he smiled again.  “I certainly think that your blonde is beautiful and she is energetic and adventurous from what I have seen.  But it is your black haired one that pleases me.”

“Would you like me to have Tempest delivered to you or do you want to take her with you now?”

“I think I will take her now,” he said.  “I might have to cage her for a bit while I close up the transactions from tonight.  But she is always delightful company.”

“Enjoy her,” said Kate as she walked away.

“I assure you that I will,” he laughed.

 

Chapter 15

“What is it with these damned poles?” wondered Tempest to herself.  She was back at the settlement desk as Cedric was overseeing the completion of the night’s transactions.  She was cuffed once again with her wrists behind her back and attached to a pole that was off to the side of the work area.

Kate had returned to the table and announced that Cedric had requested Tempest for the night and that she had graciously agreed in order to thank their host.  Tempest groaned as she thought once again about her lack of contraception and the cock that would never surrender.  Kate delivered Tempest to the settlement room and then led Elke off.

Tempest had no idea how she felt at this point.  She preferred men, so in a way it was better that she was with Cedric than Kate and Elke.  It had been difficult earlier to tongue Kate to orgasm despite her afternoon of training earlier in the week.  But she was used to choosing the male she was with.  She was not accustomed to being given away.

People walked in and out of the room and many of them stopped to fondle the raven-haired beauty.  She felt like she was being systematically groped and fondled as each person seemed to focus on a different part of her body.

The auctioneer stopped and actually talked to her instead of squeezing or probing body parts.  That was a refreshing change.  “I wish I had you on the block tonight, sweetie,” she said.  “We didn’t make much money at that sale.  I could have set a new record with you.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” was all that Tempest said.  She had no idea how to respond otherwise.  She assumed that the woman meant her comment to be a compliment but it was an odd one.

“In a way, I hope to see you again,” the woman said.  “And in a way, I hope I don’t.  If I don’t see you, it means you are pleasing your mistress.  I always like happy endings like that.  But I would love to have the chance to sell you.  I really think we could take a run at the record together.”

Tempest smiled at the pretty pirate woman.  She wondered how people became involved in this life.  The woman standing before her was about Kate’s age, maybe a little younger.  She had her sandy blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun tonight, giving her a cold, harsh look.  The day that the woman had fucked her anally, though, the long hair had flowed freely, giving her a much softer look.  Tempest preferred the softer look on her.

The pirate lady leaned forward and kissed the bound girl.  Tempest was shocked at the surge of arousal that rushed through her body.  It was so unlike her!  What a difference a week makes!  Was her reaction because of the things she had been introduced to this week?  Surely it couldn’t be because she was kept naked all the time and bound much of it.  She finally convinced herself that it must have something to do with the fact that the woman had just shown her tenderness after so cruelly selling five formerly free humans into slavery.  The pirate woman finally patted Tempest’s cheek and then left.

Things were wrapping up at the settlement desk.  The frumpy secretary had just finished with the last girl who was being led away to the holding room and was straightening her desk.  Cedric walked over to Tempest and released the cuffs from the pole.

“May I have a moment with her before you lead her off, Ricky?” asked the secretary.

“Sure, Betty,” replied Cedric.  “Bring her to my office when you are finished.”  Then he left the room.

Betty walked over to Tempest and looked her up and down before raising her hands and gliding her palms over the girl’s shoulders and down her arms.  “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again.  I heard that you were leaving today.”

Tempest was concerned.  Why would the woman care one way or the other whether she saw her again?  “Yes, Mistress, we were supposed to leave today.  It got delayed.”

“That’s my good fortune, then.”  Betty moved her hands to the luscious breasts and lifted them before leaning down to kiss each of the firm mounds.  “You have no idea how many inquiries and offers we’ve had about you.  Your mistress must value you a great deal to pass up that kind of money.”

“Oh?” was all that Tempest could think to say.

“Yes, it’s true; some really outrageous prices.  We have only received offers with higher prices on one other person.  But this person was a mistress and part of the organization.  She was not for sale.  But you could be.”  Betty leaned down again and kissed each nipple, letting her tongue circle the stiffening bud.

“You never told me how you got such a beautiful name,” said Betty.

“No, Mistress,” replied Tempest.  “I was unable to speak the last time you asked.”

“You can speak now.”

“My mother said that I was a very active baby when I was in her womb.  She said it was like carrying a violent storm in her belly.  So she named me Tempest.”

“That’s a beautiful story for such a beautiful name.”  Betty reached down and started stroking Tempest’s sex which Tempest realized was already quite wet.  Once again, she wanted to curse at her body for betraying her so badly.  “And a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.”

The woman kept her fingers active between Tempest’s thighs, alternating her lips between kissing the captive girl and suckling on the delicious nipples.  Once again, Tempest was amazed at these people.  They just took whatever they wanted.  And it was obvious to Tempest that this woman wanted her.

Tempest was utterly defenseless against the attack on her body.  The woman’s skilled fingers and active lips and tongue moved the girl closer and closer to her orgasm until, finally, she was pushed over the edge.  The woman had to wrap her arm around the bound girl’s waist to support her as her knees weakened.  But still she continued to move her fingers, coaxing every bit of orgasm out of her as her lips pressed tightly to Tempest’s.

“That was very nice,” said Betty, once she had turned Tempest into a sweaty, limp rag doll.  “I just had to enjoy you once before you left.  You are divine.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” blushed Tempest, unable to think of anything else to say.

She was delivered to Cedric who was just finishing his paperwork for the night.  He kept her cuffs on and then led her to his bungalow.  She knelt while he fed her some wine and fondled her naked body.

“I’m going to miss my little bird,” he said.  “You and your friends have brightened this place.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied.  She was puzzled about this place.  Almost all of the people here were very nice and yet what they did for a living was the cruelest thing imaginable.  They were such contradictions.  “Master, may I ask a question?”

Cedric laughed.  “Yes, Kate warned me that you were full of questions.  Yes, you may ask a question.  But you do it riding me.  You may undress me first.”  He removed her cuffs to allow her to perform her assigned task.

Tempest blushed at his response but she immediately reached forward and tugged off his boots before reaching up to unfasten his pants.  “Master why do you…”

“Uh, uh, uh,” he said, waving a finger at her.  “No questions until you are on me.”

Tempest’s blush deepened at being corrected and at being reminded that she would have to impale herself on his huge cock.  “Yes, Master.  Sorry.”  She slid his pants down his legs, releasing the black cock which was already erect and waving at her.  She stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his arms and leaving him naked.

Cedric patted his lap.  Tempest dutifully straddled his legs and reached down, grasping the thick cock and lowering herself, guiding it to her sex which was still wet from all of the fondling.  She felt herself stretch around the pole and she felt its progress through her belly until it was almost all inside of her.  Then she started to raise herself.

“All the way, little bird,” he said.

She groaned.  He was just too big!  Reluctantly, she lowered herself all the way, gasping as she reached the bottom and she felt the head press against her cervix.

“Good girl,” he smiled.  “You may begin now.  And you may ask your questions.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said.  She raised herself until just the tip was lodged between her petals and then lowered herself again, beginning her up and down motion.

“Why do you do what you do?”

“What do you mean?”  He put on a puzzled face even though he knew what she meant.  But he wanted to hear how she worded it.

“I mean you and the other pirates.  Why do you kidnap girls?”

“Oh that,” he replied.  “For the money of course.  It is a very profitable business.  Take you for example.  We made a million dollars on you and we only held you for less than twenty four hours.”

Tempest gasped.  “A million dollars?  Is that what 600,000 pounds is worth?”

“Yes, roughly a million.”  He reached up and grasped her breasts, squeezing them.  “Kate got a bargain, though, even at that price.  I can already tell that my little bird is worth much more.”

He used her breasts as handles and guided her movements, picking up her tempo slightly.

“But we don’t think of ourselves as pirates.  We are not looking for ransom money.  And we are only looking for a particular type of booty.  We consider ourselves to be slavers.”

Tempest nodded at his words and gasped again as the cock crashed into her cervix another time, sending dull cramps through her belly.

“Why us?” she asked.  “Why did you pick me and my friends?”

He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, gnawing on it lightly, before letting it pop free and answering.

“You only have to look into the mirror to find the answer to that one,” he said.  “All of you are beautiful.  The six of you were the choicest collection that we have ever offered at one time.”

“When did you select us?”

“Before you even boarded the ship,” he said.  Then he paused to suck on the other nipple.  “You were spotted in the boarding lounge and photographed.  As soon as I saw the pictures, I gave the go ahead and you were marked for taking.  After that, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment to take you off the ship.”

“How did you get us off the ship?”  She never had figured that one out.

“That one will require a change of position,” he declared.  He used her breasts to lift her off of him.  Then he reached to the table and brought back a tube of lubricant, spreading it over his cock.  He lowered her but shifted her position so that his cock rested against her little pucker.

Tempest gasped again.  “Oh, Master.  I don’t think I can do that.  It’s too big!”

Cedric laughed.  “Nonsense.  It’s not even as large as the one that Jane used on you.”  Again, he used her breasts as handles, pulling her downward.  She groaned as she felt the bulb spreading her painfully and then mewled as it popped through.  With one long stroke, he slowly entered her, pulling her downward until it was fully embedded in her bowels.  She groaned again as her bottom was stretched around the shaft, feeling filled completely.

“Now, to your question, how we got you off the ship.  That was easy.  We drugged you and we crated you and took you to the deck.  The next morning, a helicopter delivered supplies and picked up six crates of repair parts for refurbishing.  And the six crates were delivered here to us.  You are a delightful little repair part, by the way.”  He reached up and pinched both nipples, causing Tempest to suck in her breath.

“And I truly am enjoying refurbishing you,” he added.

He started toying with her clit, sending thrills of arousal through her body.  She climaxed and then he started her moving up and down again.  She climaxed again and yet again before he finally released his seed into her bowels.

 

Chapter 16

“You had a visitor last night,” Cedric told Kate the next morning when he delivered Tempest back to her.

“Oh?” replied Kate.  “Tell me about it.”

“I had a man watching your place,” Cedric went on.  “But we were first alerted that he was getting ready to act when his pilot filed a flight plan for a four AM departure.  My men woke me at three.”

Tempest had no idea what they were talking about.  If anyone had awoken Cedric, she was unaware.  She did not hear any telephones or alarms going off.  And she had spent the entire night in Cedric’s arms.  Or at least she thought she had.

“We waited until he entered your apartment before we took him.”

“Oh?” Kate said again.  “I didn’t hear anything.”

“We tried to be quiet,” he responded.  “It looks like we were successful.  It also looks like he was after all three of you.  He had chloroform and three gags and three sets of cuffs.”

“Did you feed him to the fishies?” asked Kate.

Cedric shrugged his shoulders.  “Alas, no.  I could not resist the temptation for a little profit.”  He dumped a stack of hundred dollar bills on the table.

“I sold him,” he went on.  “We only got twenty thousand dollars for him.  That’s your share.  But you don’t have to worry about him bothering you again.  He doesn’t have what it takes now.”

Cedric reached into the box that he had brought with him and pulled out a large jar.  There, floating in the formaldehyde, was a cock with the scrotum attached and filled with two balls.  “The good doctor was kind enough to relieve the gentleman of these.  I thought they would be a nice present for his wife.”

Tempest thought she would be sick.  Elke fainted.  Kate just grinned.  “Who bought him?”

“A friend of mine owns an emerald mine in Colombia.  He is always looking for cheap labor.  And I suspect our friend will be entertaining many of the miners when he is not chipping away at the gems underground.”

“Thank you for doing that, Cedric.  I will feel much better about the safety of my girls now.”

“It was my pleasure.  The man was scum.  And feeding him to the fish would have been too kind to him.”

“The jet is ready whenever you are,” Cedric continued.  “Be sure to bring the girls an hour early.  We will need that much time to process them.”

Tempest felt a chill snake down her spine at these words.  The last time she had been processed, she had been shaved, tattooed and sold.  She was not looking forward to whatever they were going to do to her this time.

“Cedric, would you mind taking them now?  I’ll just finish packing and come over as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing,” smiled the big black man.  “I’d be happy to.”

Once again, the two girls found themselves back in the room with the big wooden frames.  They were bound to the four corners of two of the frames and stretched tightly.  Two women attended each girl.  They started with the hose and bucket and scrub brush and thoroughly cleaned each girl.  Then the dried them and combed out their hair.  Their mounds were once again shaved, leaving them baby smooth.  They did not resist the shaving this time.  Then, the frames were tilted so that they were horizontal and staring at the ceiling.

“Oh, please no!” cried Tempest as she saw one of the women approaching her with the dreaded metal gag.  “You don’t need that now.”

“Hush, dearie,” said the woman.  “It’s standard procedure.  We ship all of our girls this way.  Now, open up for me.”

Tempest thought about resisting but she knew it would be useless.  They always won.  She was always so defenseless.  The woman slipped the device into Tempest’s mouth and tightened the braces over the molars.  Then the bar over the tongue was added and the tongue was clamped.  Finally, the wrench was inserted and the jaw closed tightly, only to open again when Kate chose to some time later.

A new indignity was introduced next.  One of the women rolled a stand over to Tempest as an identical one was placed next to Elke.  Tempest’s eyes flew open wide as she recognized the enema bag hanging from the stand.  She struggled as the woman stepped between her legs and crouched down.  She pried the girl’s bottom cheeks apart and then placed the nozzle at the little pucker.  Tempest howled through her gag as Elke did the same.  But it did nothing to slow the attackers down.  Quickly, two enema tubes were inserted and warm soapy water was flowing into their bodies.

It took about five minutes to empty the bags and the women left the tubes in to let the water do its work.  A pan was rolled under each girl and then the plugs at the end of the tubes were withdrawn.  Tempest did not want to expel.  That would be humiliating to do in front of an audience.  But her belly started to cramp and her body made up her mind for her.  She noisily expelled the liquids into the waiting pan.  The pan was quickly rolled away.

A fresh bag was hung from the stand and Tempest started struggling and howling again.  But once again, the woman slid the plug and started the flow of soapy water.  There was more cramping this time because this bag contained more water.  This time, Tempest did not hesitate to get rid of the fluids in her bowels when a fresh pan was rolled beneath her.

A third bag was hung and Tempest groaned as she saw the size of it.  It looked enormous!  The plug was put in place and the water flowed.  Tempest was in agony after only five minutes and it looked like only half of the water was gone.  By the time three quarters of the bottle had been emptied, she was getting desperate.  She lifted her head and looked across her naked body, groaning as she saw her distended belly.  She looked pregnant!

The pan was rolled back but the plug was left in for a bit longer.  Finally, it was removed and Tempest shot the offensive liquid out of her aching body.

“We won’t need a fourth one,” the woman declared.  “We’re all clear here.”

“Clear here too,” pronounced the woman attending Elke.

By then, Kate had shown up and Tempest groaned, wondering how much of that gross display she had witnessed.  She and Cedric were standing between the two frames.

“I will miss that little bird,” Cedric told Kate.

“Yes, I have sensed that you are fond of her.  Don’t worry.  You know I’ll be back and I’ll bring the little birds with me.  Maybe you would like to sample the blonde one next time.”

Cedric walked to Elke and ran his palm over one of her full breasts, rolling it around and toying with it.  “Yes, the blonde bird is beautiful.  I would like to sample her some time.”

Then he walked the few steps to Tempest and played with one of her breasts.  “But it’s the black bird that I favor.”

“You may enjoy whichever you prefer or both.  Having the two of them in bed with you is delightful.  By the way, I stopped in to see your other guest.  He looks like he is recovering nicely.  When do you ship him?”

“Doc wants to keep him another week to make sure there aren’t any complications.  And then he begins his life as a miner.”

“How delightful,” smiled Kate.

Yet another indignity was forced on the girls.  A nurse was brought in.  She carried a thin plastic tube and a plastic bag.  The bag was taped to one of Tempest’s thighs and then the nurse stepped between Tempest’s legs.

“Oh god,” thought Tempest as she realized what was about to happen.  She tried to protest at this point but only garbled mumbling escaped from her lips.

The nurse held the tubing to Tempest’s sex and used her fingers to hold it open.  She found the urethra and inserted it.  She slowly fed the catheter into Tempest’s body and Tempest felt every uncomfortable inch of its progress.  Finally, the thing stopped and the nurse taped the tube to Tempest’s body in several places.  Then she repeated the actions with Elke who protested loudly in garbled mumbling.

“This won’t hurt a bit, sweetie,” said the nurse to Tempest after she had finished securing Elke’s catheter.  “It will help you sleep.  And when you wake up, you’ll be in your new home.  The nurse smiled at the bound slavegirl as if she thought the slave would obviously like her new home and be happy.

Tempest saw the syringe in the nurse’s hand and immediately tensed.  She did not want to be drugged again!  Why couldn’t she just travel normally?

The needle was stuck in her thigh and the nurse pushed on the plunger.  Then she went to Elke.  Within a minute, both girls were sound asleep.

Now it was time to don the latex gloves.  It was important that no fingerprints be left on any of the apparatus that was to be installed.  They even swabbed around the girls’ mouths and over each of the breasts that Cedric had played with even though they didn’t think that fingerprints could be lifted off of flesh.  As a slaver, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

First, they installed the clamshell.  This looked like an astronaut helmet or a deep sea diving helmet although it was made of clear plastic.  It was called the clamshell because it was made in two pieces that were connected by a hinge on the top.  The bottom piece was placed beneath each girl’s back and then the top piece was lowered.  The back was wide and spread across a girl’s shoulder blades while the front had a narrow tongue that was designed to extend down a girl’s chest between her breasts.

The device was not airtight.  Indeed, it was meant to be just the opposite.  Hundreds of holes punctured the bubble that each girl’s head was encased in.

“Awww,” said Kate.  “My girls look like little pink Martians.”

Cedric laughed.  “We introduced these about a year ago.  We lost a girl in shipment when her face became wedged in a corner as a result of turbulence.  She suffocated.  These Martian helmets will prevent the airways from becoming obstructed.  We are only protecting your assets.”

“I know it’s necessary.  And I know they have to be stowed.  I just wish I could enjoy them during the trip.”

“It’s for your safety and theirs,” replied Cedric.

Once the girls were encased in their clamshells, the frame was rotated again until they were horizontal and facing down.  A stretcher was wheeled beneath each of them and then the bindings were slowly loosened, which resulted in them descending down to the awaiting stretcher.  Once they were supported by the stretcher, the bindings were removed entirely.

New cuffs that had been sanitized of fingerprints were wrapped around ankles and wrists.  Wrist cuffs were attached together as were the ankle cuffs.  Then, the knees were bent and an adjustable strap was run from the wrists to the ankles.  A tape measure was brought out and the distance from head to knee was measured.  Each girl needed to fit into a compartment that was only three and a half feet long.

Tempest was close to fitting and a few moves of the ratchet tightened the strap to make her body the right size.  Elke was taller and the ratchet had to be cranked quite a few times before she would fit.  Kate winced as she saw the extreme bow to her blonde slave’s back and hoped that she would be able to straighten out again.

Finally, a harness was attached, linking to each of the cuffs.  It consisted of a ring with four straps that led to each of the cuffs.  The ring would be used to lift the girls and place them on the plane.

The stretchers were wheeled out of the building and onto the tarmac to the waiting airplane.  A small crane lifted each girl and then reached into the plane to deposit her on the floor.  Men inside lifted the girls and placed them in the proper compartments.

The plane had been modified for the specific purpose of transporting slavegirls.  Six compartments had been created in the redesign.  Each one could accommodate one slavegirl in a tight space.  And each one would be closed and disguised as something recognizable on most private jets.  Elke and Tempest were placed in two compartments in the main cabin.  Each formed the seat of a couch.  And if the authorities ever lifted the cushions from the couch, they would find a solid molded plastic base and would assume that it was merely a piece of furniture.

“It’s going to take days to extract them once I get home,” lamented Kate.

“Actually, it goes pretty quickly.  The pilots will help you get them out of their boxes,” said Cedric.  “You can get the rest off pretty fast.”

The last thing to be applied was the lead weights.  Large metal rings were clamped around their ankles, wrists and upper arms.  These represented a contingency plan for the slavers.  Hiding the girls in the compartments and sedating them should get them through customs.  But if the organization got wind of the authorities waiting for the plane to land to inspect it, the weights would come in handy.

The plane had been modified in another way.  There was a door at the bottom of each of the compartments.  If authorities were warned that slaves were being trafficked, all the pilot had to do was find water and hit a switch.  The girls would drop out, plummeting downward and sinking and drowning in the water.  It would keep the slavers safe and the organization out of the spotlight.

“Cedric, I have another favor to ask,” said Kate.

“Name it,” said the black Pirate King.

“Fuck me!  I get so horny when I transport slaves.”

 

Chapter 17

Tempest knew that she was rationalizing.  She always had a habit of finding reasons to accept situations that she knew she shouldn’t and she was doing it again.

Life as a slavegirl, she was learning, was not so bad.  She was lying in the warm summer sun in the expansive yard of Kate’s mansion, looking out over Lake Michigan.  When she woke up after the plan ride that brought her back to Chicago six months earlier, she had been kept in a cage.  So things had definitely improved since her arrival.

For the first week, she had stayed in the cage whenever Kate was not around to oversee her and Elke.  After that, shock collars kept them in the house but at least they did not have to stay in the cages.  Several weeks later, their perimeter was expanded and they were given the freedom to roam around the property.  Now, they had no constraints at all.  They still had the capsules embedded somewhere in their bodies and they knew that they would be killed if they escaped and could not be found, but they had the freedom to go where they chose now.

The sex was good and frequent.  She and Elke were often summoned to Kate’s bed, either individually or together.  At parties, she and her slave sister performed in some erotic way and then were available for the guests to enjoy.  Kate’s guests were told that she and Elke were submissives who had entered the lifestyle willingly for all of the erotic pleasures that it offered.  All of the guests believed that story although some were amazed at how obedient the two girls were.

And they were occasionally loaned to others.  In fact, Tempest had just returned from a visit to the Caribbean office.  Kate had loaned her to Cedric for a week and he had an insatiable appetite for sex with her.  It had been her first trip solo.  Kate was increasingly trusting her girls.

The two slaves had been given new identities, complete with drivers licenses and passports.  After all, they had been reported missing in Aruba when the cruise ship had stopped there.  They couldn’t very well just show up in Chicago.  How would they explain the other four missing girls?

The only person from her former life who knew about her new one was the managing partner of the law firm where she had worked and where Kate still worked.  He was heavily into domination and submission and Kate had introduced him to the organization’s auctions.  In fact, he turned out to be the one who bought Carrie over the internet.  So Tempest got to see her friend frequently.  Carrie did not enjoy as much freedom as Elke and Tempest did, though.  She was always bound or caged in some way whenever Tempest saw her.

Adam, the managing partner, frequently borrowed Tempest for a day or two.  She was always exhausted and sore when she was returned to Kate.  He practiced a very different style of ownership than Kate.  Whips and paddles abounded and sex was simply a means to humiliate and degrade.  It was at his house that Tempest was first fucked by a dog and it had been one of the most embarrassing experiences in her life.  He never asked for Elke.  It was always Tempest.  She assumed that he must get some kind of thrill out of degrading and abusing his former associate.

Their minds were also kept active and stimulated.  After they had been slaves for about a month and Kate realized she could trust her girls not to escape or reach out to the authorities, she put them to work on one of the organization’s new business ventures.

Tempest’s first job was to research laws to make sure that the Master/slave matchmaking service would not break any laws.  Then, she was asked to determine the best place to domicile the headquarters for the business.  She found that Russia and most of Europe would not present problems for the new company.  The US proved to be the most difficult to research because of the confusing labyrinth of federal, state and local laws and regulations.  But she eventually concluded that all states but one would be fine with the business.

She came up with a list of six locations for headquarters.  One was in the US and the other five were off shore.  Despite the tax advantages that the off shore ones provided, the organization selected the US one and now the business’ headquarters were in suburban Chicago.  They chose Chicago for ease of oversight since Kate was already there.

The next job for Tempest was to draft the slave contracts and the release from liability forms.  Kate had already started these so it was a simple task to put the finishing touches on them.

Elke was operating as a sort of product manager for the business.  It was her job to put the program or programs together and to figure out how to market them.  She proved to be a genius at the business side of things.

After conducting extensive market research, she developed the first product offering.  “No Escape to Paradise” was the brand name that she chose.  She was very excited when she returned from Europe after presenting the plan to the main office of the organization.

“I’ve given lots of presentations before,” Elke told Tempest.  “But I’ve never been naked for one.  It was so exciting!  I almost climaxed a couple of times.”  Tempest would have been mortified if she had to do it but for Elke, it was an adventure.

The logo was a profile of a naked woman kneeling with her head bowed and a chain dangling from her neck.  Tempest had posed for the artwork.  Two publications had been chosen for advertising. New Mother Magazine was read almost exclusively by women with the average age of the readership being twenty seven.  If the business plan was correct about the target markets, this should reach them.  To reach the other market segment, women approaching forty, she selected one of the entertainment/celebrity magazines that are always in the checkout lines.  This would actually cast a wider net and would provide her with data to analyze to identify other attractive market segments.

Those magazines should attract the slaves.  To attract owners, she planned an internet advertising campaign.  She bought space on several websites that she thought her audience would frequent.  She also created a website for the product and filled noescapetoparadise.com with all sorts of information that would help people make an informed buying decision.  She then created a personality profile test that would allow her to match buyers and slaves and this was on the website.

All of this activity required Kate to modify the programming on the chips in the capsules inside of the girls’ bodies.  She did this from her laptop and allowed the girls to use a telephone.  She left all of the other triggers active, though.

Elke also created the process that would be used at the beginning of any temporary enslavement.  The girl would be “collected,” sedated and bound.  She would be delivered in a box to her owner who would sign for the package, acknowledging whatever restrictions existed.  Then he or she would have a slavegirl for whatever the agreed upon timeframe was.

The business had been launched four weeks earlier and they had already made twelve matches.  Three of the girls were already serving their slavery.  All but one of the responses so far was from the New Mother ad so Elke would have to rethink the other market segments.  But she was very pleased with the results so far.

It was decided that both of them should interview all of the candidates for the program; both slaves and owners.  Tempest wanted to interview the owners because of Kate’s concerns about controls.  Elke joined her for market research purposes to see if she could detect any patterns that would help in marketing the product.  It was one of the rare moments that they wore clothes and was the first time that they had worn business suits since before their fateful cruise.

It had been a busy week.  They had interviewed over forty potential buyers.  What struck Tempest was the surprising mix of buyers.  She had expected that they would be predominantly middle aged males.  She assumed middle age because they would have enough money at that point to afford the product and she assumed male for obvious reasons.  Their sexual fantasies of having a slavegirl to fuck at will would drive them to the product.

There were some middle aged males in the group that they interviewed but they were, by far, in the minority.  Females outnumbered males by two to one, which was a shocker to Tempest.  A half dozen of they buyers were married couples which was another surprise.  And ages ranged from twenty four to sixty three.

“I certainly hope that you are available for purchase,” one of the married women said to Elke.  Tempest had to bite her lower lip to stifle a giggle.  She was dying to hear how Elke would handle this.

Elke smiled back at the woman and then her husband.  Then she turned back to the woman.  “I have already been bought once.  I may get sold again, but not immediately.  It is a very intense program.”  Tempest was amazed at the response.  All of it was one hundred percent truthful.   And it provided the implication that Elke had been bought through the No Escape to Paradise program.  It was a brilliant reply.

“Such a shame,” the woman said.  “I hope our girl is as beautiful as you.  Did you like the experience?”

“Absolutely thrilling,” Elke replied genuinely.  “It let me explore things that I had only dreamed about and let me discover aspects of myself that I never knew existed.”  The woman seemed satisfied with that response.

The slave interviews were also interesting and numerous.  About fifty women had signed up for interviews.  Again, Elke and Tempest conducted the interviews but they did it a little differently with the potential slaves.  They arranged for Tempest to be in the waiting room, acting like she was enrolling in the program.  Then Tempest and an interviewee would be called in to meet with Elke who was, once again, dressed in a business suit.  This would allow Tempest to talk to the applicant after they had been dismissed from the interview.  It was hoped that Tempest would be viewed as a confidant since they were both going through the same thing.

“Okay, I have reviewed your profile,” Elke started each interview.  “I know about your backgrounds.  What I want to know here is why you both want to go through the program.  And I want to give you an opportunity to ask any questions that you might have.  We interview in pairs so that you can benefit from each other’s questions and you can see that you are not unique in your desire to experience life as a slave.  Now, who would like to begin?  Why do you want to be a slave?”

Tempest, who was now known as Tracy since her identity change, held back, hoping the other woman would go first.  When she didn’t, Tempest spoke up.  “I suppose we all have fantasies about being an exotic slavegirl.  I have had them for years, although they have become really strong lately.  I have never had an opportunity to live them out and try them before.  But now I do have a way to experience what I dream about.  So here I am.”

“Thank you, Tracy,” said Elke, who was now known as Erika.  “And you, Symphony?”

Again, the woman hesitated.  “I don’t have any idea why I’m here.  Pregnancy and motherhood have me totally whacked out.  I need to get away and I need it to be as different from my real life as possible.  I need to feel excitement again.  I guess I’m trying to escape to No Escape.”

Elke smiled.  “There’s nothing wrong with that.  We are in business to help people escape from their overwhelming lives.”  The interview continued for another fifteen minutes and then the two applicants were allowed to leave.  Symphony turned out to be the second customer to be placed with a temporary owner.

Figuring out the pricing was the hardest part for Elke.  The business had to make money somehow but it took awhile for her to figure out how.  Elke finally came up with something that she thought would work.  Anyone interested in participating would be charged a one hundred dollar enrollment fee.  This would cover the costs associated with analyzing the profiles and other overhead related expenses.  It would also tend to screen people out who were not serious.

The owner would also be charged a fee of one thousand dollars per day that he or she wanted a slave.  It would eliminate a lot of people but she wasn’t concerned about that she wanted to avoid riff raff getting a hold of one of the girls.

Even though the business was still very small, it was obvious that it was going to be successful.  In just four short weeks, they had interviewed ninety customers.  Thirty six of the owners had been accepted into the program and all of the fifty slaves had been accepted.  Twelve matches had been made and Elke fully expected that at least a dozen more matches would be made from the existing pool of applicants.  No Escape to Paradise was off to a great start.

Tempest rolled over in her chaise lounge to let the sun darken her back for a while.  “Yes, life as a slave is pretty good,” she thought.  She knew she was rationalizing, but she was happy.

 

The End