We`re thrilled to bring you the first story from an accomplished author who is new to us.
Welcome to an island where pain and pleasure, love and humiliation, slavery and freedom, are taughtas being different facets of one sensuous jewel. This is a place where enslaved beauties must accept and release their secret needs, where it is safe to submit to forbidden desires without fear of judgment.
This is one place where you will long to be, no matter what your disposition or gender - but remember, to be FREE you must seek release!
This is a great, satisifying read from a very experienced author and one all afficianados of the erotic world will enjoy.
EXTRACT
Two women knelt, naked, hands clasped behind their necks. Their backs
were ramrod straight, breasts thrust forward, stomachs taut, and knees
spaced widely apart. A nude man, dark and handsome, knelt beside them,
his heavy sex erect and glistening.
`Part of their daily routine,` explained one of the two men watching
through the glass. “This viewing room enables potential buyers to
discreetly appraise our stock.`
`Look, I'm not -`
`That one, for example,` the Host continued. `Twenty-five years old
and married to a wealthy stockbroker. Once she displayed absolute
outrage at any affront to her modesty. Observe.`
A man clad in a strange livery of red jacket, black breeches, white
stockings and patent leather shoes entered. They could not hear his
order through the glass but, without demur, the woman rose to her feet
and turned in one graceful movement. She hurried to kneel before the
costumed man and began to unbutton his breeches. Taking his large,
limp member, she caressed it expertly with her lips, quickly
encouraging an erection. The other woman and the naked man remained
immobile.
`I am not a potential buyer,` the visitor insisted, nevertheless
assessing the exquisite young woman who knelt before the glass. The
hair was shaven from her body and she proudly displayed firm,
perfectly formed breasts, badged with honey-coloured aureolae and
thrusting nipples. Her midriff was pleasingly taut and, below, the
denuded lips of her cleft were enticingly parted.
Perhaps you would be more interested in the male?`
“No.`
`Our prices are reasonable, considering that we have invested a lot
of time and money in each of them. Perhaps you would care to make an
offer?`
`I do not buy women - or men.`
The visitor made little effort to conceal his contempt. Wealthy and
handsome, he experienced little difficulty in obtaining the company of
desirable women. Presently, the door in the training room opened once
more and another naked woman entered. The visitor gasped.
`Unlike the other specimens, this one is not for open sale,` the Host
said, pausing before adding meaningfully, `yet.`
`I don't understand -`
`Your wife, I believe?`
`It can't be!`
Beyond the glass, the valet looked up from his pleasure and spoke.
The newcomer moved to stand prettily in front of the glass, only
inches away from the visitor, her husband. He scrutinised the
delightful creature in disbelief. Always attractive, she was now
incredibly beautiful. It was definitely his wife, alive, but the
organisation had transformed her.
`Her breasts were rather inadequate: we have had them shaped and
augmented. And her nose was less than perfect but we have corrected
that. She was a little overweight, of course. We could probably
achieve such results with any woman - anyone's wife.`
`I will destroy you,` the visitor hissed with venom, and two large
men who had been standing quietly at the rear of the viewing room now
moved forward threateningly. The visitor prudently controlled his
rage.
`We have not achieved such perfection without pain, effort and
expense,` the Host continued. `See how vital and alive she is now?
Your wife has become accomplished in the erotic arts. She greatly
entertained one of our more demanding guests only last night.`
In obedient and unquestioning response to a command, the woman slowly
and deliberately began to caress her shaven slit.
`She has embraced her slavery as you can see. We freed her mind and
released her from society's inhibitions. She, like all of our other
acquisitions, can enjoy the punishments and discipline, because she is
safe in the knowledge that we would never damage her. My rules do not
allow maiming, breaking of the skin or burning, for example.`
`You are insane.`
`Shall we say half a million?`
`Quite mad!`
`We can simply sell her to someone else. Regrettably, not for half a
million pounds, of course, but we would turn a profit.`
The man watched, agonised, as his young wife lasciviously stroked her
feminine intimacies. Was she aware that people watched? Probably. She
undoubtedly knew of the two-way mirror. The delectable creature
caressed her magnificent, firm breasts, teasing the pert nipples into
protruding hardness. Her tongue flicked out salaciously as she gazed
at her own reflection.
`This one has proved a problem, by the way,` the Host said,
indicating the woman who continued to expertly fellate the valet. `We
miscalculated and her husband could not afford her. As for the other,
his spouse does not want him. We shall sell them elsewhere, of
course.`
The visitor bit his lower lip and thought swiftly. `Why shouldn't I
just go to the authorities?`
`What authorities?` the Host replied with a laugh. `I am the
authority here. Anyway, you don't even know the location of our island
- it is one among thousands in this part of the world. Oh yes, apart
from the cinematic record of your wife's wantonness, we also
graphically recorded your exploits last night... the woman you enjoyed
was someone's wife, of course. Finally, numbered among our patrons are
the most powerful and ruthless people in the world. They would not
thank you for risking their exposure to criminal charges.`
`This is extortion!`
The man's wife toyed with her engorged nipples and stroked the
surrounding silky flesh as she feverishly worked herself with her
other hand.
`As you can see,` the Host said, `she is particularly fond of those
magnificent breasts. Her only aim is pleasure and she is fully-trained
to satisfy your every whim.`
The woman tossed her head back and groaned in the throes of a climax.
Her husband suddenly noticed that he himself now had an erection.
`We offer a comprehensive after-sales service. She can be subjected
to periodic refresher training. The discipline here is corporal and
she probably would not wish to return more often than necessary.`
Spent now, shoulders relaxed, the woman stood obediently before the
mirror and ran a hand through her dark mane.
`I need time to think,` her husband said.
`There is no shortage of alternative buyers. We have an offer for
your wife already as a matter of fact - from the guest who had her
last night. He is not a kind man and her bondage would not be easy.
Our patrons include a wide spectrum of wealthy connoisseurs: minor
European royalty, wealthy business people, Arab oil-sheiks, owners of
specialist, high-class brothels ... we will deal with anyone who has
the money.`
It was the major venue on the island - a cavernous, circular area in
the main block of the complex. They called the large room Big Hall. It
was lavishly furnished, with every concession to fashionable and
opulent design themes. Around the open, central dance floor, elegant
wealthy people dined on the offerings of expert chefs. An orchestra
played discreet music while guests drank fine wines and made
sophisticated small talk.
Three women glided around the large room as if clad in expensive
designer gowns. And a man, too. His naked cock erect and bobbing with
each step. Leashed by fine chains affixed to their red collars, they
were each led by a liveried valet. Guests watched appraisingly,
comparing notes and exchanging comments.
The visitor, seated at a table towards the rear of the room, was
again accompanied by two burly guards. He watched, clearly agonised.
One of the women was his wife! A valet led her, placid and obedient,
from one table to the next. She knelt on all fours as a man in Arab
dress hefted her large, pendent breasts. Then someone parted her
buttocks and she jerked as a finger invaded the exposed rear orifice.
Despite these indignities, she cooperated totally and without
protest. A middle-aged, hard-faced woman cruelly pinched her inner
thigh, and then sharply slapped her taut stomach. Someone forced her
mouth widely open. She stood erect and passive as a large, bearded man
ran practised hands over her breasts, down her flanks, and then stood
behind her, repeating the thorough appraisal. The naked woman meekly
allowed him to lift each ankle and run his palm over the soles her
feet.
The valet tugged the leash and this beautiful, elegant woman
progressed to the next table, smiling dutifully. There, a crone-like
woman, expensively gowned and bejewelled, thrust two fingers deeply
into the chattel's vagina. People at the table smiled when the painted
hag commented on the cloying wetness she found there. Guards had
warned the visitor to be silent. Several times he seemed about to jump
to his feet but each time the valets restrained him. He watched
grim-faced as his wife submitted to the degrading examinations.
`Enough,` the visitor eventually said. `I will pay her price.`
Carlos Fernandez, sitting alongside the Host, smiled with
satisfaction.
`Congratulations,` he said in his clipped Spanish accent. `Have you
given any thought to the proposition I made regarding my own dear
wife?`
The Host did not answer from some moments. Then he said: `Senor
Fernandez, you are one of our most valued patrons, you have stocked
your estate in Andalucia with purchases made here. You wife
participates in their discipline?`
`Serita is a cruel bitch, Fernandez smiled, `but I would like experts
to teach her.`
`Very well. I will invite her to join our training team here. You
must understand that you cannot hold me responsible for her fidelity.
It is a sensuous island, as you are aware.`
Fernandez laughed. `Our relationship has cooled to one of sexual
indifference. There is one thing, though - Serita must not know that I
have arranged this for her.`
The Host inclined his head in agreement. `I will contact her without
delay. As it happens, there will be fresh acquisitions for her to
practise on, senor.`
It was true for, even as he spoke, the Host's white slave network was
busily acquiring new stock.
In London, on a cold morning in early summer, Sally Clark stepped
from her apartment. She was clad in running shoes, tiny shorts and a
tight white vest that she particularly liked because it moulded so
nicely against her ample breasts.
On that day, like any other, she set off to jog through the park,
taking the same route and, as always, never speaking to a soul.
Man-made hillocks and mown grass, thoughtfully planted shrubberies,
metal bridges... she knew every twist and contour.
There were few people in the park at that time in the morning. An
occasional workman taking a short-cut to one of the few remaining
factories glanced up as she jogged past. Sometimes there would be a
whistle of appreciation. There was some pleasure in that and, knowing
herself appraised, she would suck in her gut, almost involuntarily
accentuating her figure. Sally was an attractive young woman and, when
skimpily clad in tight vest and running shorts, her charms were
apparent enough.
Sally had lived alone ever since arriving in London after problems at
home. Everything went well at first. She found a small but comfortable
flat, albeit at an exorbitant rental. She even landed a job in the
office of a solicitors' practice and commenced work, subject to
satisfactory references. Then things began to go wrong. She never knew
what her referees had written but, within weeks, the senior partner
summoned her to his office... not quite what they wanted, best to part
company now. As he spoke, the distinguished, steely-haired man had
twisted a curiously-styled, iron signet ring on his finger.
It proved almost impossible to find another job. Sally's money was
dwindling fast and her rent was in arrears. Then, quite unexpectedly,
she met the urbane senior solicitor, her ex-boss, near her apartment
block. He seemed quite concerned about her welfare and gave her a
business card, advising that she contact the person named. She did so
and now, two months later, found herself working for an escort
agency.
At least, that was what it was politely called. Like all of the other
girls at the agency, Sally discovered that it was easy to supplement
the meagre pay by offering extra services. Many assignments ended in
bed in some hotel room. She told herself that it was not prostitution,
exactly. And always, but always, Sally rose in the early hours and
returned to her own apartment, determined to keep some semblance of
normality in her life.
On this particular day, workmen seemed to be repairing the track
again. They had parked a large yellow van on the grass and deep muddy
tracks showed where it had been driven from the nearby roadway. Its
rear-doors were open, with a metal ramp at the rear for unloading and
loading from the tailgate. Two men clad in blue donkey-jackets leaned
on spades some yards from the van, in the very centre of the path.
Accustomed to frank stares and lewd comments from workmen, Sally
jogged past but stared straight ahead and ran onto the muddy grass to
skirt the two men. However, this was not just another dull morning.
She had scarcely passed the workmen when they grabbed her arms, a man
on either side. Without giving her chance to break stride, before she
could even scream, they ran her up the ramp and into the van. Before
she really knew what was happening the men applied a fetid pad to her
face, and she lost consciousness almost immediately.
Sally Clark was on her way to the Bond-Age Club.
Jade Preston, naked, padded into the large bedroom of her London
home, glancing instinctively at the full-length mirror as she passed.
She was a vain woman who never missed the opportunity to view her
image and she was usually pleased by what she saw. Jade wandered
across the room to open the uppermost drawer of a dressing table, the
drawer filled with the expensive frothy lingerie that she adored.
Then, suddenly aware that eyes were upon her, she turned and saw her
husband, watching from the doorway. He was clad in a black silk
dressing gown.
`John! You startled me,` she said with a smile, straightening and
enjoying his frank stare. `When did you get back?`
`I didn't want to wake you. Have you been good?`
`Very good, I think,` she said with a smile. `How was your trip?`
`It was profitable. Come here.`
She approached him and moulded herself against his hard body,
shivering at the deliciously sensuous feel of soft silk against her
naked curves. `Darling,` she wheedled, `would you mind if Sebastian
joined us for the cruise next week?`
`You’ve been seeing him again?`
`You said you wouldn't mind,` Jade said, nuzzling her lips against
his neck.
Jade felt him straighten slightly. Her heart pounded a little. She
knew that, tolerant as John was about her peccadilloes, he was quietly
jealous. But then, their marriage was supposed to be open and modern.
Jade had always been a sensuous creature. She needed men. John,
tanned and handsome, was the nearest she had found to her ideal
partner. He had an air of mystery and danger about, him. Jade knew
instinctively that many of his jaunts overseas involved some risk but
John never said anything about that. He was a strong and self-assured
man and it was this strength that Jade found attractive. But he was
away from home so often...
`What do you see in that pretty boy?`
`I don't know.`
She spoke the truth: Jade did not truly know what she sought in love
or sex. No matter how good her relationship with John, no matter how
many casual affairs, there was always something missing. She found
sexual satisfaction of a sort but there was something indefinable and
extra that she yearned for.
John reached down to stroke her fleecy cleft, quickly finding the
unusually large and protuberant clitoris that nestled there. Jade
squirmed as she felt the nub becoming massively engorged. That little
monster between her sex lips always forced her to yield to strong base
appetites, the ones she did not properly understand.
He hurled her upon the bed. Jade liked it that way. A warm glow
heated her belly. She wanted him to maul her small pert breasts. She
needed to feel small and helpless beneath his power. Once charged with
passion, Jade was voracious in demanding penetration, and her heart
palpitated as he bludgeoned his rampant penis into her wet slit and
she bucked up to receive it. Groans and ecstatic cries filled the room
as he pistoned violently within the yielding, fully-awakened feminine
flesh.
John was a capable and virile lover. His violent fucking went on for
some time. Then, when Jade was reduced to a quivering, begging animal,
his forefinger found the rose of her anus. God! She loved that. This
was always the coup de grace. Jade bucked and writhed as he penetrated
the tight opening and, within seconds, a deep, throaty gurgle
announced the onslaught of her climax. Presently, panting and
perspiring, she lay beside John on the bed.
`You don't have to invite Sebastian on the cruise if you don't want
to,` she said.
`There's room on the boat.`
`Sebastian isn't strong, you know. Not like you. Neither am I.`
John did not reply as he rose from the bed and pulled the dressing
gown over his shoulders. Rather than looking into his face, Jade gazed
at his semi-tumescent cock, framed as it was by the open drape of
black silk.
`I did not expect you back so soon,` she said. `Sebastian was going
to take me to the theatre this evening.`
`That's okay. One of the Foreign Office boys has arranged a business
meeting for me tonight. I'll be in Soho at a place called the Bond-Age
Club.`
