Enter the insane world of Stonebriar…a highly secret establishment that caters to the depraved desires of the world’s wealthiest ladies…a finishing school presided over by the mad Mistress Natasha. Innocent young women are abducted to Stonebriar to be trained as lesbian slaves destined for one of the world’s most sinister auction blocks.
A good one for those fetish fantasies include training by means of shock devices, torment by extremes of heat and cold or chastity belt denial.
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The Princess slipped one arm from her dress and then the other. She
allowed the silky black garment to drop to the floor. What she wanted
was quite clear with no word spoken. Rachael raised her eyes to the
level of the barely clad pussy her new owner had so casually presented
her.
“Yes, Mistress, I am ready to pleasure you in any way you so desire.”
She murmured.
Princess Basma patted her on the head as if she was an obedient dog
with one hand while the other lowered her black satin panties,
allowing the kneeling girl a whiff of her femininity.
“Lick my pussy while I tell you all about what you have to look
forward to when we return to my palace.”
Rachael leaned forward with her mouth, placing her hands just
underneath each cheek of the Princess’s surprisingly tight ass. She
pressed her mouth forward and darted out her tongue. With no further
urging she began licking her new owner’s cunt.
“Yes, slut, keep going, that is nice.”
The princess started to rock her hips forward a bit, as her new
slave’s soft pink tongue continued to work its magic.
“Let me tell you all about the wonderful little event that you will
be entered in. You will compete against the lesbian slaves of other
wealthy women from my country and the surrounding region. There are
perhaps a dozen of us who delight in showing off our properly trained
girls to one another. Once a year we get together and make our slaves
compete against each other in bizarre and unusual sexual games.”
The Princess was getting wetter by the moment, this slave knew
exactly what she was doing, and she was close to cumming. She wanted
to verbally tease her new girl a bit longer though first so she pushed
the hot mouth away from her burning hole.
“You have done nothing wrong,” she told her slave reassuringly, “You
will be allowed to continue in a moment.”
Rachael lowered her head again and placed her hands properly behind
her own back as the Mistress continued.
“I don’t want to overly worry you, but it is safe to say that
American girls are decidedly unpopular in my part of the world. You
will likely be subjected to some of the most fiendish and unusual
torments possible. I am not worried though. Mistress Natasha tells me
that all of her girls trained to handle the most difficult tortures
imaginable. I hope that is true. Is it my dear? I hate to lose!”
Princess Basma grabbed the back of the kneeling girl’s hair violently
and pulled her face upwards, forcing the young slave to look her
directly in the eye. Rachael was initially shocked by the amount of
force used jerk her head back and equally surprised at the almost
instantaneous shift of demeanor exhibited by the Princess. There was
no doubt in her mind now that she was indeed one of the unlucky ones.
“Yes Mistress,” she answered meekly, “I am ready to submit to
anything for you. I will do anything I can to make you proud of me.”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear, now get back to work.”
The Princess pushed the back of her slave’s head forward again,
forcing the talented mouth right back onto her waiting cunt. The
worried girl applied all of her skill to the task and when she felt
the Princess begin tensing her ass, she sucked hard on the royal clit
and gave her new owner a knee shaking orgasm.
As soon as Princess Basma regained her self-control she had her new
pet dress her. She exchanged no further words with her new slave,
treating her as if she didn’t even exist. Rachael was dismayed. She
knew then that she always would be treated as nothing more than a
thing. The Princess checked her make up in the mirror and exited the
room to rejoin the auction.
