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The trafficking of humans is a well-known occurrence in today’s world, particularly the taking of young girls to be used as sex slaves. Most of them end up forced into prostitution in many places around the globe. But there are some that are taken for a far more insidious purpose. These women are abducted and transformed into compliant sex slaves, not drugged and used by countless strangers, but instead sold to wealthy people. These people revel in their ability to make these girls, as most are barely of age, believe their true purpose in life is to suffer for their owners’ pleasure.

This story is about one such girl; whose life was never hers to begin with, though she never knew it. On her eighteenth birthday, just when she expects to find her freedom, something finds her. Follow her as she is abducted, stripped of her dignity, made to believe she has no choice but to obey, and then is sold to someone who will train her to be his human chattel. Her passage into slavery will be extensive and arduous, and through it she will be forced to transform from a simple girl into a sex slave. In order to survive she will have to abandon any morality she once possessed and revert to her most base instincts.

Throughout her journey you will see how her defenses first falter and then are ultimately quashed, as she begins to accept her fate. Faced with the power of her captors and the strange feelings they coax from her, she begins to morph into a true slave. First her body succumbs to the harsh realities of slavery, but eventually her psyche also becomes twisted, and in the end she comes to accept her new status. Can this girl find any measure of happiness in the cruel world that has taken her? This story follows her path and how her inescapable circumstances twist her into a compliant and obedient slut. And when she finally embraces her fate, she will discover things about herself she never dreamed possible, or even believable. Follow her from captive, to trainee, to commodity, and finally to her true role…property. This is Sasha’s story and she invites you to experience it with her.

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Style: BDSM/Bondage - Content: Moderate -    Sex Slavery / Training, Male Dom - M/F

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Sasha Chernoff was about to become eighteen and it would be a major milestone and turning point in her young life, of that she was determined. Life for Sasha had been especially rough, starting when she was left in a church as a baby. As a blonde haired, blue-eyed baby, the Chernoff’s, a nice couple who could not have kids of their own, soon adopted her. She had a good life until she was five, when her adoptive parents died in a car crash. From there her troubles began, as the Chernoff’s had no family to take Sasha as theirs.
That was when she started to get shuffled from one foster home to another, as Sasha was a rambunctious girl who was hard to control. It seemed every year, and sometimes more often, she was moved to another family when the previous one could no longer handle her. When she turned thirteen the Emerson’s took her in, an apparently nice couple that always took the tougher kids into their home. Sasha spent the last five years with them. Though they never cut her loose, she was still a troublemaker, always being punished for something she would do wrong. As nice as the Emersons seemed, they had an agenda for keeping girls like Sasha around until they came of age.
They never struck her, but she spent an inordinate amount of time locked in her bedroom when they punished her. But Sasha knew her time was coming, that when she turned eighteen she would take off and start her life on her own. When she woke up on the day before her eighteenth birthday she was ready, having hidden a few hundred dollars so she could make her escape. Her plan was to slip out of the house late that night, when everyone was in bed, and she made sure she was well enough behaved in the last month so her door would not be locked from the outside.
The morning before her planned escape, Sasha came down for breakfast, and found the Emersons had a guest coming for dinner and that she was expected to join them. Normally she would have resisted and earned a punishment, but given she expected to be long gone by the next morning, she gave Mrs. Emerson no grief about it. She just went about her business and she packed a small duffle bag, which she hid under her bed. She was planning on getting a bus ticket to Los Angeles, where she expected she could waitress and maybe find an acting job eventually.
Sasha knew she was pretty, standing at five foot six and one hundred and ten pounds; she had the build and natural beauty she had seen in many actresses. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was a dirty blonde, but all natural, evidenced by the light color of her pubic hair. Her only deficiency, in her mind anyway, was that her boobs were only a B cup, not big enough to draw the kind of attention big-busted women did. But she figured if she could earn enough money, she could always enlarge them later.
At six pm sharp, she made her way to the dining room. She found Mr. Emerson at the head of the table, with Charlene and Kelly, the other foster kids that lived there, seated on one side of the table. There were two empty chairs facing the girls, one for Sasha and the other for Mrs. Emerson. But there was also the guest, an older looking Oriental man, sitting at the opposite end of the table.
Sasha took the seat closer to him, leaving the other empty seat next to Mr. Emerson open for his wife. She smiled at the stranger and he smiled back at her, but something about the look in his eyes scared her. Mrs. Emerson brought in the food and soon they were all eating their dinner. But Sasha kept glancing at the stranger, who seemed to be watching her intently and it disturbed her. He seemed pleasant enough, but the look in his eyes every time she saw him staring at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if he was sizing her up for some reason.
She was so happy once dinner was over and she was excused, bolting for her room, eager to distance herself from the strange man. She spent the next few hours waiting for the house to settle down for the night, anxious to get out and leave all of this behind. Finally midnight came; an hour after the Emerson’s always went to bed. She quietly gathered her bag and dressed in her jeans and a sweatshirt with her sneakers on, she slipped from her room and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen and the door to the back yard that was there.
She was glad that she had thought to oil the hinges on that door and the screen door just outside it, as she quietly slipped outside to the small porch that led down to the lawn. She felt the sensation of freedom as she silently walked down the steps and around to the side of the house where the driveway ran beside the house. But as she turned the corner she saw a strange looking black sedan parked where Mr. Emerson’s car should have been. But that surprise was small compared to the next one.
From behind her an arm suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her backwards, as a hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her mouth. She started to struggle and tried to scream, but only managed a muffled grunt and a lungful of noxious fumes. Her head started to spin as she tried to break free from the tight grip, but whoever held her was strong enough to lift her off her feet as she kicked and struggled. It took only a few seconds before the chloroform did its job and she was hanging limply in the strange man’s arms.
The back doors of the sedan opened and Mr. Emerson and his dinner guest emerged, walking up to the man holding the unconscious Sasha. The large man holding Sasha took the cloth from her mouth and scooped her up into his arms, holding her limp body lying across his two burly arms.
Mr. Emerson then said, “This one is a spitfire, but I am sure you can tame her Master Ogawa.”
“They are all spitfires until they are broken; this one will be no different. Is she pure?” Master Ogawa then asked.
“Yes, we never allowed her to date boys and we kept a close eye on her. No man has used her yet.”
“Once my doctor verifies it we will send you the requisite bonus money. Here is your first payment,” said Mr. Ogawa as he handed a yellow envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills to Mr. Emerson. “As usual, you will also get two percent of her sale price, and if she is what you say, we will sell her sooner rather than later. Should I expect you to attend the auction?”
“Just let me know when and I will be there, you know I love to see my girls start their new lives.”
“Very good, and when will the next one be ready?”
“Charlene will be eighteen in six months; Kelly still has a little over a year to go. But we will be acquiring another girl next week, she is nearly seventeen already, so we will have several ready for you in the next year.”
“Excellent, the demand seems to grow every day. Thanks to people like you and your wife we keep the rich and pampered well-supplied.”
“Thank you Master Ogawa, it is our pleasure,” Mr. Emerson replied, thumbing through the wad of cash he had just been handed.
“I will be in touch. Yabu, put the girl in the boot,” Master Ogawa said, as he walked back to the car.
Yabu, Master Ogawa’s muscle man, took the motionless girl and after opening the trunk of the car laid her inside it. He rolled her onto her belly and locked her wrists together behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs. He attached another pair of cuffs to her ankles and used a short chain to connect her wrists to her ankles, locking her into a simple hogtie. Finally he used a piece of duct tape to seal her lips on the off chance she might wake up before they reached their destination. He closed the lid of the trunk and got behind the wheel of the car, pulling it out of the driveway and taking Sasha away from her home of the last five years.
The drive took nearly an hour and they arrived uneventfully at a private marina. Yabu pulled the sedan up to the ramp of a large yacht moored there and waiting for them. Only a few dim lights from the yacht illuminated the area and after opening the car door for his Master, Yabu collected his cargo from the trunk and followed Master Ogawa onto his yacht. Yabu did not bother to release Sasha from her hogtie, easily scooping up the svelte teen and carrying her with ease.
Once on board, Master Ogawa went to the bridge, while Yabu carried Sasha down to the ‘cargo’ hold, a large room beneath the waterline. When he entered the room he saw the three other captives they had collected on this trip curled up on the floor sleeping. They were all chained exactly like Sasha, except they had metal collars around their throats that were chained to the walls.
Yabu laid Sasha on the floor a few feet from one of the slumbering girls and proceeded to collar her like the others. Once he was done he removed the tape from her mouth and he left the group alone, knowing they would all wake up to a nightmare none of them could imagine. He looked forward to the next two days and the slow trip to Master’s home because he thoroughly enjoyed watching the new recruits face the gravity of their predicaments. Yabu went topside to find his Master sitting on the back deck, watching the land recede as the yacht headed out to sea. He was sitting on a deck chair with Mariko, his favorite slave, sucking his cock while kneeling between his legs.
Yabu came up and stood just behind his Master and said, “The cargo is secure Master, is there anything else you require?”
“No Yabu, I have Kiko waiting in your quarters, she is yours for the night. Do get some sleep though, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Yabu replied, “Yes Master,” then bowed and left his Master to enjoy his slave. He went to his cabin to find the petite Kiko waiting for him, naked and kneeling at the foot of his bed. He was eager to snake his massive cock into her tiny little bumhole. Yabu always enjoyed using Kiko; her tiny and fit little body was so small compared to his massive frame. Yet no matter how hard he abused her, the little slave always reveled in his cruelty.

***

It was nearly dawn when Sasha started to come to, slowing inching back to consciousness as the drug wore off. At first she thought she was having a bad dream, but as the fog in her mind lifted, she realized she was severely restrained. She started to struggle, exploring the extent of her restrictions, even as a potent fear started to rise in her belly, making her feel queasy.
Then a voice, lilting but seeming sad, said, “It’s no use, you won’t be able to get free.”
The room was nearly pitch black and Sasha turned her head toward the voice, barely able to make out the outline of the body lying near her. She said, “Who are you and where are we?”
“My name is Mindy, and I have no idea where we are.”
“Neither do I,” came another voice, a little farther away, “My name is Brenda, and I think we have been kidnapped.”
“Brilliant deduction Brenda,” came from another voice, near Brenda’s. Then she said, “I’m Ally and we are all definitely in a bad place, does anyone remember how you got here?”
Sasha spoke up and said, “I remember leaving my foster home for the bus station, then everything just went black.”
The three other girls remembered similar situations, and they all soon discovered they had all just turned eighteen. Sasha could feel panic starting to well up inside her, as the girls she was imprisoned with all spoke about their lives. Since all of them had been living in foster homes, it only added to the feeling they were all in a very precarious condition.
Finally, once they had revealed the similarities in their situations, Ally said, “I have a feeling we are all in deep trouble, has anyone heard of the sex slave trade?”
Sasha remembered seeing a show on TV about how girls were routinely kidnapped and forced into prostitution, and she feared that Ally was right about their position. Brenda and Mindy started crying, and Sasha could feel the urge to join them, but instead she tried to contain those feelings. So she responded to Ally by saying, “I think you are right Ally, since none of us has a real family, it looks like we are here for some other reason and what you suggested might just be true.”
Suddenly the door clanged open and Yabu entered the room, as a bright light came on mounted to the ceiling. Sasha looked at her fellow captives and saw they were all attractive, much like her. Brenda was a brunette, and Mindy had auburn hair, while Ally’s tresses were light blonde. They were all dressed in jeans and sneakers like she was, and all of them were chained up exactly the same way.
“You girls stay quiet or Yabu will beat you!” the large man barked.
Apparently his warning was enough, as none of the girls made a sound as he stepped into the room. He walked over to Mindy and released her neck chain from the wall, but left it attached to the collar around her throat. He unclasped the chain holding her wrists to her ankles and helped her to her feet. The chain between her ankle cuffs was about a foot long and Yabu urged her forward, making her shuffle forward as he took her from the room. The door slammed closed and the lights went out, leaving the other three alone in the darkness.
Once they were alone again Ally said, “I guess we will find out why we are here soon enough.”
It seemed like a long time before Yabu returned, none of the girls talking much while they waited. This time he collected Brenda, leaving Ally and Sasha alone. The next time he took Ally away, leaving Sasha to wait and wonder alone in dark silence, her fear reaching its peak with each passing minute. She wondered what was happening to the others, knowing that she would find out when Yabu returned and took her away too.
When Yabu arrived to collect Sasha she was nearly frozen by the all-consuming fear she felt. But she meekly followed Yabu as he used the chain attached to her collar like a leash, leading her out of the room. Walking up the stairs with the short chain hobbling her ankles was a challenge, but she managed. Once up on the next deck Yabu led her into a large room where the dinner guest from the last dinner at the Emerson’s was waiting for her.
Master Ogawa was sitting in a large chair facing them as they entered. Yabu, now behind her and holding onto Sasha’s shoulders, guided her forward until she was standing just a few feet in front of him. Once she saw him she knew the Emerson’s had arranged this, the people that had taken care of her for years had sold her into slavery. She was mortified as she stood there facing the man who had scrutinized her last night and now she knew why he made her feel so uncomfortable.
He said, “Hello again Sasha, I am pleased you could join us,” as if she had any choice. “In a moment I will have Yabu release your shackles, but only if you promise to cooperate. Perhaps you should look out of the windows before you make your choice,” he said, now gesturing to the windows on both sides of him.
Sasha looked left and then right, seeing they were on a boat, with nothing but empty seas to either side. The young girl knew she was at his mercy now, with no visible avenue of escape, unless she wanted to drown in the expansive waters that surrounded them. She then looked back at him and said, “I will co-operate sir.”
“Mr. Emerson did a fine job teaching you manners young lady, but from here on in you will call me Master. You will address my man Yabu as Sir, and any woman that you may encounter as Madam, is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, feeling very small and intimidated by the strange man staring at her.
“Yabu, release her bindings,” he said, and he watched as Yabu took off her wrist and ankle cuffs.
When she was freed of the shackles, Master Ogawa said, “Remove your shoes and socks, girl.”
Scared out of her wits Sasha obeyed, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her socks off. He then ordered her to remove her top and jeans, which she did, now standing before him in just her bra and panties, yet feeling very naked and vulnerable. When he commanded her to remove her bra, she hesitated a moment, only to feel a cane crash against her buttocks, making her lurch and scream.
“Now, now, no drama girl, that was just a light kiss. Get that bra off!”
She fumbled with the clasp behind her cleavage, but managed to release it and she shrugged her bra off. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms to hide her exposed tits, but Master Ogawa made a gesture and Yabu grabbed and pulled her arms behind her back.
“Small but perky, not as big as my customers like, but they can be augmented if they choose,” Master Ogawa said, leering at her exposed chest. Then he said, “Now the panties, girl.”
Feeling humiliated like never before, and after Yabu released his grip on her arms, Sasha meekly slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, now afraid that Master Ogawa would take her right here. Since she was still a virgin, that thought scared her completely, her body visibly trembling.
“Tell me Sasha, have you ever been with a man?” Master Ogawa asked, as he stood up and walked over to face her.
Now sandwiched between the two men, Sasha replied, “No Master.”
Standing just in front of her, he said, “Spread those legs so I may confirm it.”
Afraid enough to not even consider disobeying him, Sasha slid her feet apart, hoping against hope that she would wake up from this nightmare. She felt his hand trail down from her bellybutton, through her sparse patch of pubic hair toward the entrance of her sex. He slipped a finger into her small opening and a wide smile crossed his face.
“An intact hymen, lovely! You just earned Mr. Emerson another ten thousand dollars girl, I am sure he will be pleased.” Then he returned to his seat and said, “To keep this simple just listen girl. I have purchased you and now you will learn your new role in life. Any silly thoughts of escape are just that, silly, so be a smart girl and accept your fate so you don’t have to suffer more than necessary. Any disobedience will earn swift and painful punishments, do you understand me Sasha?”
“Yes Master, “she replied, feeling like she was just condemned to an eternity in hell.
“Yabu will now take you back to the others; all of them understand their situation now. When we arrive at my home you will begin training in earnest. Since you are a virgin, you must learn the basics quickly, so when we sell you, you will be ready for your new owner to be your Master. When he takes your flower and makes you a woman, you will know who truly owns you. Yabu, take her back to the others.”
Sasha was in such a state of shock that she could not say a thing as Yabu marched her back downstairs. He led her to another room; just across from the one he took her from earlier. As they entered she saw the other three girls, now just as nude as she was. They were all standing inside narrow barred cages against the back wall, with one empty one next to them. Yabu forced her into it, making her face outward, as he closed and padlocked the barred door closed.
He left them alone then, locked inside the windowless room, four naked teenagers facing a life of absolute slavery. Once Yabu was gone, Ally said, “I guess I was right, are you OK, Sasha?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do we,” said Mindy, still sobbing in her misery.


Excerpt..



Sasha Chernoff was about to become eighteen and it would be a major milestone and turning point in her young life, of that she was
determined. Life for Sasha had been especially rough, starting when she was left in a church as a baby. As a blonde haired, blue-eyed baby,
the Chernoff’s, a nice couple who could not have kids of their own, soon adopted her. She had a good life until she was five, when her
adoptive parents died in a car crash. From there her troubles began, as the Chernoff’s had no family to take Sasha as theirs.

That was when she started to get shuffled from one foster home to another, as Sasha was a rambunctious girl who was hard to control.
It seemed every year, and sometimes more often, she was moved to another family when the previous one could no longer handle her. When she
turned thirteen the Emerson’s took her in, an apparently nice couple that always took the tougher kids into their home. Sasha spent the last
five years with them. Though they never cut her loose, she was still a troublemaker, always being punished for something she would do wrong.
As nice as the Emersons seemed, they had an agenda for keeping girls like Sasha around until they came of age.

They never struck her, but she spent an inordinate amount of time locked in her bedroom when they punished her. But Sasha knew her
time was coming, that when she turned eighteen she would take off and start her life on her own. When she woke up on the day before her
eighteenth birthday she was ready, having hidden a few hundred dollars so she could make her escape. Her plan was to slip out of the house
late that night, when everyone was in bed, and she made sure she was well enough behaved in the last month so her door would not be locked
from the outside.

The morning before her planned escape, Sasha came down for breakfast, and found the Emersons had a guest coming for dinner and that
she was expected to join them. Normally she would have resisted and earned a punishment, but given she expected to be long gone by the next
morning, she gave Mrs. Emerson no grief about it. She just went about her business and she packed a small duffle bag, which she hid under
her bed. She was planning on getting a bus ticket to Los Angeles, where she expected she could waitress and maybe find an acting job
eventually.

Sasha knew she was pretty, standing at five foot six and one hundred and ten pounds; she had the build and natural beauty she had seen
in many actresses. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was a dirty blonde, but all natural, evidenced by the light color of her pubic hair.
Her only deficiency, in her mind anyway, was that her boobs were only a B cup, not big enough to draw the kind of attention big-busted women
did. But she figured if she could earn enough money, she could always enlarge them later.

At six pm sharp, she made her way to the dining room. She found Mr. Emerson at the head of the table, with Charlene and Kelly, the
other foster kids that lived there, seated on one side of the table. There were two empty chairs facing the girls, one for Sasha and the
other for Mrs. Emerson. But there was also the guest, an older looking Oriental man, sitting at the opposite end of the table.

Sasha took the seat closer to him, leaving the other empty seat next to Mr. Emerson open for his wife. She smiled at the stranger and
he smiled back at her, but something about the look in his eyes scared her. Mrs. Emerson brought in the food and soon they were all eating
their dinner. But Sasha kept glancing at the stranger, who seemed to be watching her intently and it disturbed her. He seemed pleasant
enough, but the look in his eyes every time she saw him staring at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if he was sizing her up for some
reason.

She was so happy once dinner was over and she was excused, bolting for her room, eager to distance herself from the strange man. She
spent the next few hours waiting for the house to settle down for the night, anxious to get out and leave all of this behind. Finally
midnight came; an hour after the Emerson’s always went to bed. She quietly gathered her bag and dressed in her jeans and a sweatshirt with
her sneakers on, she slipped from her room and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen and the door to the back yard that was
there.

She was glad that she had thought to oil the hinges on that door and the screen door just outside it, as she quietly slipped outside
to the small porch that led down to the lawn. She felt the sensation of freedom as she silently walked down the steps and around to the side
of the house where the driveway ran beside the house. But as she turned the corner she saw a strange looking black sedan parked where Mr.
Emerson’s car should have been. But that surprise was small compared to the next one.

From behind her an arm suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her backwards, as a hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her
mouth. She started to struggle and tried to scream, but only managed a muffled grunt and a lungful of noxious fumes. Her head started to
spin as she tried to break free from the tight grip, but whoever held her was strong enough to lift her off her feet as she kicked and
struggled. It took only a few seconds before the chloroform did its job and she was hanging limply in the strange man’s arms.

The back doors of the sedan opened and Mr. Emerson and his dinner guest emerged, walking up to the man holding the unconscious Sasha.
The large man holding Sasha took the cloth from her mouth and scooped her up into his arms, holding her limp body lying across his two burly
arms.

Mr. Emerson then said, “This one is a spitfire, but I am sure you can tame her Master Ogawa.”

“They are all spitfires until they are broken; this one will be no different. Is she pure?” Master Ogawa then asked.

“Yes, we never allowed her to date boys and we kept a close eye on her. No man has used her yet.”

“Once my doctor verifies it we will send you the requisite bonus money. Here is your first payment,” said Mr. Ogawa as he handed a
yellow envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills to Mr. Emerson. “As usual, you will also get two percent of her sale price, and if she is
what you say, we will sell her sooner rather than later. Should I expect you to attend the auction?”

“Just let me know when and I will be there, you know I love to see my girls start their new lives.”

“Very good, and when will the next one be ready?”

“Charlene will be eighteen in six months; Kelly still has a little over a year to go. But we will be acquiring another girl next week,
she is nearly seventeen already, so we will have several ready for you in the next year.”

“Excellent, the demand seems to grow every day. Thanks to people like you and your wife we keep the rich and pampered
well-supplied.”

“Thank you Master Ogawa, it is our pleasure,” Mr. Emerson replied, thumbing through the wad of cash he had just been handed.

“I will be in touch. Yabu, put the girl in the boot,” Master Ogawa said, as he walked back to the car.

Yabu, Master Ogawa’s muscle man, took the motionless girl and after opening the trunk of the car laid her inside it. He rolled her
onto her belly and locked her wrists together behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs. He attached another pair of cuffs to her
ankles and used a short chain to connect her wrists to her ankles, locking her into a simple hogtie. Finally he used a piece of duct tape to
seal her lips on the off chance she might wake up before they reached their destination. He closed the lid of the trunk and got behind the
wheel of the car, pulling it out of the driveway and taking Sasha away from her home of the last five years.

The drive took nearly an hour and they arrived uneventfully at a private marina. Yabu pulled the sedan up to the ramp of a large yacht
moored there and waiting for them. Only a few dim lights from the yacht illuminated the area and after opening the car door for his Master,
Yabu collected his cargo from the trunk and followed Master Ogawa onto his yacht. Yabu did not bother to release Sasha from her hogtie,
easily scooping up the svelte teen and carrying her with ease.

Once on board, Master Ogawa went to the bridge, while Yabu carried Sasha down to the ‘cargo’ hold, a large room beneath the waterline.
When he entered the room he saw the three other captives they had collected on this trip curled up on the floor sleeping. They were all
chained exactly like Sasha, except they had metal collars around their throats that were chained to the walls.

Yabu laid Sasha on the floor a few feet from one of the slumbering girls and proceeded to collar her like the others. Once he was done
he removed the tape from her mouth and he left the group alone, knowing they would all wake up to a nightmare none of them could imagine. He
looked forward to the next two days and the slow trip to Master’s home because he thoroughly enjoyed watching the new recruits face the
gravity of their predicaments. Yabu went topside to find his Master sitting on the back deck, watching the land recede as the yacht headed
out to sea. He was sitting on a deck chair with Mariko, his favorite slave, sucking his cock while kneeling between his legs.

Yabu came up and stood just behind his Master and said, “The cargo is secure Master, is there anything else you require?”

“No Yabu, I have Kiko waiting in your quarters, she is yours for the night. Do get some sleep though, tomorrow will be a busy day.” />
Yabu replied, “Yes Master,” then bowed and left his Master to enjoy his slave. He went to his cabin to find the petite Kiko waiting
for him, naked and kneeling at the foot of his bed. He was eager to snake his massive cock into her tiny little bumhole. Yabu always enjoyed
using Kiko; her tiny and fit little body was so small compared to his massive frame. Yet no matter how hard he abused her, the little slave
always reveled in his cruelty.



***



It was nearly dawn when Sasha started to come to, slowing inching back to consciousness as the drug wore off. At first she thought she
was having a bad dream, but as the fog in her mind lifted, she realized she was severely restrained. She started to struggle, exploring the
extent of her restrictions, even as a potent fear started to rise in her belly, making her feel queasy.

Then a voice, lilting but seeming sad, said, “It’s no use, you won’t be able to get free.”

The room was nearly pitch black and Sasha turned her head toward the voice, barely able to make out the outline of the body lying near
her. She said, “Who are you and where are we?”

“My name is Mindy, and I have no idea where we are.”

“Neither do I,” came another voice, a little farther away, “My name is Brenda, and I think we have been kidnapped.”

“Brilliant deduction Brenda,” came from another voice, near Brenda’s. Then she said, “I’m Ally and we are all definitely in a bad
place, does anyone remember how you got here?”

Sasha spoke up and said, “I remember leaving my foster home for the bus station, then everything just went black.”

The three other girls remembered similar situations, and they all soon discovered they had all just turned eighteen. Sasha could feel
panic starting to well up inside her, as the girls she was imprisoned with all spoke about their lives. Since all of them had been living in
foster homes, it only added to the feeling they were all in a very precarious condition.

Finally, once they had revealed the similarities in their situations, Ally said, “I have a feeling we are all in deep trouble, has
anyone heard of the sex slave trade?”

Sasha remembered seeing a show on TV about how girls were routinely kidnapped and forced into prostitution, and she feared that Ally
was right about their position. Brenda and Mindy started crying, and Sasha could feel the urge to join them, but instead she tried to
contain those feelings. So she responded to Ally by saying, “I think you are right Ally, since none of us has a real family, it looks like
we are here for some other reason and what you suggested might just be true.”

Suddenly the door clanged open and Yabu entered the room, as a bright light came on mounted to the ceiling. Sasha looked at her fellow
captives and saw they were all attractive, much like her. Brenda was a brunette, and Mindy had auburn hair, while Ally’s tresses were light
blonde. They were all dressed in jeans and sneakers like she was, and all of them were chained up exactly the same way.

“You girls stay quiet or Yabu will beat you!” the large man barked.

Apparently his warning was enough, as none of the girls made a sound as he stepped into the room. He walked over to Mindy and released
her neck chain from the wall, but left it attached to the collar around her throat. He unclasped the chain holding her wrists to her ankles
and helped her to her feet. The chain between her ankle cuffs was about a foot long and Yabu urged her forward, making her shuffle forward
as he took her from the room. The door slammed closed and the lights went out, leaving the other three alone in the darkness.

Once they were alone again Ally said, “I guess we will find out why we are here soon enough.”

It seemed like a long time before Yabu returned, none of the girls talking much while they waited. This time he collected Brenda,
leaving Ally and Sasha alone. The next time he took Ally away, leaving Sasha to wait and wonder alone in dark silence, her fear reaching its
peak with each passing minute. She wondered what was happening to the others, knowing that she would find out when Yabu returned and took
her away too.

When Yabu arrived to collect Sasha she was nearly frozen by the all-consuming fear she felt. But she meekly followed Yabu as he used
the chain attached to her collar like a leash, leading her out of the room. Walking up the stairs with the short chain hobbling her ankles
was a challenge, but she managed. Once up on the next deck Yabu led her into a large room where the dinner guest from the last dinner at the
Emerson’s was waiting for her.

Master Ogawa was sitting in a large chair facing them as they entered. Yabu, now behind her and holding onto Sasha’s shoulders, guided
her forward until she was standing just a few feet in front of him. Once she saw him she knew the Emerson’s had arranged this, the people
that had taken care of her for years had sold her into slavery. She was mortified as she stood there facing the man who had scrutinized her
last night and now she knew why he made her feel so uncomfortable.

He said, “Hello again Sasha, I am pleased you could join us,” as if she had any choice. “In a moment I will have Yabu release your
shackles, but only if you promise to cooperate. Perhaps you should look out of the windows before you make your choice,” he said, now
gesturing to the windows on both sides of him.

Sasha looked left and then right, seeing they were on a boat, with nothing but empty seas to either side. The young girl knew she was
at his mercy now, with no visible avenue of escape, unless she wanted to drown in the expansive waters that surrounded them. She then looked
back at him and said, “I will co-operate sir.”

“Mr. Emerson did a fine job teaching you manners young lady, but from here on in you will call me Master. You will address my man Yabu
as Sir, and any woman that you may encounter as Madam, is that understood?”

“Yes Master,” she replied, feeling very small and intimidated by the strange man staring at her.

“Yabu, release her bindings,” he said, and he watched as Yabu took off her wrist and ankle cuffs.

When she was freed of the shackles, Master Ogawa said, “Remove your shoes and socks, girl.”

Scared out of her wits Sasha obeyed, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her socks off. He then ordered her to remove her top and
jeans, which she did, now standing before him in just her bra and panties, yet feeling very naked and vulnerable. When he commanded her to
remove her bra, she hesitated a moment, only to feel a cane crash against her buttocks, making her lurch and scream.

“Now, now, no drama girl, that was just a light kiss. Get that bra off!”

She fumbled with the clasp behind her cleavage, but managed to release it and she shrugged her bra off. She tried to cover her breasts
with her arms to hide her exposed tits, but Master Ogawa made a gesture and Yabu grabbed and pulled her arms behind her back.

“Small but perky, not as big as my customers like, but they can be augmented if they choose,” Master Ogawa said, leering at her
exposed chest. Then he said, “Now the panties, girl.”

Feeling humiliated like never before, and after Yabu released his grip on her arms, Sasha meekly slipped her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, now afraid that Master Ogawa
would take her right here. Since she was still a virgin, that thought scared her completely, her body visibly trembling.

“Tell me Sasha, have you ever been with a man?” Master Ogawa asked, as he stood up and walked over to face her.

Now sandwiched between the two men, Sasha replied, “No Master.”

Standing just in front of her, he said, “Spread those legs so I may confirm it.”

Afraid enough to not even consider disobeying him, Sasha slid her feet apart, hoping against hope that she would wake up from this
nightmare. She felt his hand trail down from her bellybutton, through her sparse patch of pubic hair toward the entrance of her sex. He
slipped a finger into her small opening and a wide smile crossed his face.

“An intact hymen, lovely! You just earned Mr. Emerson another ten thousand dollars girl, I am sure he will be pleased.” Then he
returned to his seat and said, “To keep this simple just listen girl. I have purchased you and now you will learn your new role in life. Any
silly thoughts of escape are just that, silly, so be a smart girl and accept your fate so you don’t have to suffer more than necessary. Any
disobedience will earn swift and painful punishments, do you understand me Sasha?”

“Yes Master, “she replied, feeling like she was just condemned to an eternity in hell.

“Yabu will now take you back to the others; all of them understand their situation now. When we arrive at my home you will begin
training in earnest. Since you are a virgin, you must learn the basics quickly, so when we sell you, you will be ready for your new owner to
be your Master. When he takes your flower and makes you a woman, you will know who truly owns you. Yabu, take her back to the others.” />
Sasha was in such a state of shock that she could not say a thing as Yabu marched her back downstairs. He led her to another room;
just across from the one he took her from earlier. As they entered she saw the other three girls, now just as nude as she was. They were all
standing inside narrow barred cages against the back wall, with one empty one next to them. Yabu forced her into it, making her face
outward, as he closed and padlocked the barred door closed.

He left them alone then, locked inside the windowless room, four naked teenagers facing a life of absolute slavery. Once Yabu was
gone, Ally said, “I guess I was right, are you OK, Sasha?”

“I don’t know.”

“Neither do we,” said Mindy, still sobbing in her misery.


Excerpt..




Sasha Chernoff was about to become eighteen and it would be a major milestone and turning point in her young life, of that she was

determined. Life for Sasha had been especially rough, starting when she was left in a church as a baby. As a blonde haired, blue-eyed baby,

the Chernoff’s, a nice couple who could not have kids of their own, soon adopted her. She had a good life until she was five, when her

adoptive parents died in a car crash. From there her troubles began, as the Chernoff’s had no family to take Sasha as theirs.


That was when she started to get shuffled from one foster home to another, as Sasha was a rambunctious girl who was hard to control.

It seemed every year, and sometimes more often, she was moved to another family when the previous one could no longer handle her. When she

turned thirteen the Emerson’s took her in, an apparently nice couple that always took the tougher kids into their home. Sasha spent the last

five years with them. Though they never cut her loose, she was still a troublemaker, always being punished for something she would do wrong.

As nice as the Emersons seemed, they had an agenda for keeping girls like Sasha around until they came of age.


They never struck her, but she spent an inordinate amount of time locked in her bedroom when they punished her. But Sasha knew her

time was coming, that when she turned eighteen she would take off and start her life on her own. When she woke up on the day before her

eighteenth birthday she was ready, having hidden a few hundred dollars so she could make her escape. Her plan was to slip out of the house

late that night, when everyone was in bed, and she made sure she was well enough behaved in the last month so her door would not be locked

from the outside.


The morning before her planned escape, Sasha came down for breakfast, and found the Emersons had a guest coming for dinner and that

she was expected to join them. Normally she would have resisted and earned a punishment, but given she expected to be long gone by the next

morning, she gave Mrs. Emerson no grief about it. She just went about her business and she packed a small duffle bag, which she hid under

her bed. She was planning on getting a bus ticket to Los Angeles, where she expected she could waitress and maybe find an acting job

eventually.


Sasha knew she was pretty, standing at five foot six and one hundred and ten pounds; she had the build and natural beauty she had seen

in many actresses. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was a dirty blonde, but all natural, evidenced by the light color of her pubic hair.

Her only deficiency, in her mind anyway, was that her boobs were only a B cup, not big enough to draw the kind of attention big-busted women

did. But she figured if she could earn enough money, she could always enlarge them later.


At six pm sharp, she made her way to the dining room. She found Mr. Emerson at the head of the table, with Charlene and Kelly, the

other foster kids that lived there, seated on one side of the table. There were two empty chairs facing the girls, one for Sasha and the

other for Mrs. Emerson. But there was also the guest, an older looking Oriental man, sitting at the opposite end of the table.


Sasha took the seat closer to him, leaving the other empty seat next to Mr. Emerson open for his wife. She smiled at the stranger and

he smiled back at her, but something about the look in his eyes scared her. Mrs. Emerson brought in the food and soon they were all eating

their dinner. But Sasha kept glancing at the stranger, who seemed to be watching her intently and it disturbed her. He seemed pleasant

enough, but the look in his eyes every time she saw him staring at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if he was sizing her up for some

reason.


She was so happy once dinner was over and she was excused, bolting for her room, eager to distance herself from the strange man. She

spent the next few hours waiting for the house to settle down for the night, anxious to get out and leave all of this behind. Finally

midnight came; an hour after the Emerson’s always went to bed. She quietly gathered her bag and dressed in her jeans and a sweatshirt with

her sneakers on, she slipped from her room and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen and the door to the back yard that was

there.


She was glad that she had thought to oil the hinges on that door and the screen door just outside it, as she quietly slipped outside

to the small porch that led down to the lawn. She felt the sensation of freedom as she silently walked down the steps and around to the side

of the house where the driveway ran beside the house. But as she turned the corner she saw a strange looking black sedan parked where Mr.

Emerson’s car should have been. But that surprise was small compared to the next one.


From behind her an arm suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her backwards, as a hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her

mouth. She started to struggle and tried to scream, but only managed a muffled grunt and a lungful of noxious fumes. Her head started to

spin as she tried to break free from the tight grip, but whoever held her was strong enough to lift her off her feet as she kicked and

struggled. It took only a few seconds before the chloroform did its job and she was hanging limply in the strange man’s arms.


The back doors of the sedan opened and Mr. Emerson and his dinner guest emerged, walking up to the man holding the unconscious Sasha.

The large man holding Sasha took the cloth from her mouth and scooped her up into his arms, holding her limp body lying across his two burly

arms.


Mr. Emerson then said, “This one is a spitfire, but I am sure you can tame her Master Ogawa.”


“They are all spitfires until they are broken; this one will be no different. Is she pure?” Master Ogawa then asked.


“Yes, we never allowed her to date boys and we kept a close eye on her. No man has used her yet.”


“Once my doctor verifies it we will send you the requisite bonus money. Here is your first payment,” said Mr. Ogawa as he handed a

yellow envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills to Mr. Emerson. “As usual, you will also get two percent of her sale price, and if she is

what you say, we will sell her sooner rather than later. Should I expect you to attend the auction?”


“Just let me know when and I will be there, you know I love to see my girls start their new lives.”


“Very good, and when will the next one be ready?”


“Charlene will be eighteen in six months; Kelly still has a little over a year to go. But we will be acquiring another girl next week,

she is nearly seventeen already, so we will have several ready for you in the next year.”


“Excellent, the demand seems to grow every day. Thanks to people like you and your wife we keep the rich and pampered

well-supplied.”


“Thank you Master Ogawa, it is our pleasure,” Mr. Emerson replied, thumbing through the wad of cash he had just been handed.


“I will be in touch. Yabu, put the girl in the boot,” Master Ogawa said, as he walked back to the car.


Yabu, Master Ogawa’s muscle man, took the motionless girl and after opening the trunk of the car laid her inside it. He rolled her

onto her belly and locked her wrists together behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs. He attached another pair of cuffs to her

ankles and used a short chain to connect her wrists to her ankles, locking her into a simple hogtie. Finally he used a piece of duct tape to

seal her lips on the off chance she might wake up before they reached their destination. He closed the lid of the trunk and got behind the

wheel of the car, pulling it out of the driveway and taking Sasha away from her home of the last five years.


The drive took nearly an hour and they arrived uneventfully at a private marina. Yabu pulled the sedan up to the ramp of a large yacht

moored there and waiting for them. Only a few dim lights from the yacht illuminated the area and after opening the car door for his Master,

Yabu collected his cargo from the trunk and followed Master Ogawa onto his yacht. Yabu did not bother to release Sasha from her hogtie,

easily scooping up the svelte teen and carrying her with ease.


Once on board, Master Ogawa went to the bridge, while Yabu carried Sasha down to the ‘cargo’ hold, a large room beneath the waterline.

When he entered the room he saw the three other captives they had collected on this trip curled up on the floor sleeping. They were all

chained exactly like Sasha, except they had metal collars around their throats that were chained to the walls.


Yabu laid Sasha on the floor a few feet from one of the slumbering girls and proceeded to collar her like the others. Once he was done

he removed the tape from her mouth and he left the group alone, knowing they would all wake up to a nightmare none of them could imagine. He

looked forward to the next two days and the slow trip to Master’s home because he thoroughly enjoyed watching the new recruits face the

gravity of their predicaments. Yabu went topside to find his Master sitting on the back deck, watching the land recede as the yacht headed

out to sea. He was sitting on a deck chair with Mariko, his favorite slave, sucking his cock while kneeling between his legs.


Yabu came up and stood just behind his Master and said, “The cargo is secure Master, is there anything else you require?”


“No Yabu, I have Kiko waiting in your quarters, she is yours for the night. Do get some sleep though, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
/>

Yabu replied, “Yes Master,” then bowed and left his Master to enjoy his slave. He went to his cabin to find the petite Kiko waiting

for him, naked and kneeling at the foot of his bed. He was eager to snake his massive cock into her tiny little bumhole. Yabu always enjoyed

using Kiko; her tiny and fit little body was so small compared to his massive frame. Yet no matter how hard he abused her, the little slave

always reveled in his cruelty.





***





It was nearly dawn when Sasha started to come to, slowing inching back to consciousness as the drug wore off. At first she thought she

was having a bad dream, but as the fog in her mind lifted, she realized she was severely restrained. She started to struggle, exploring the

extent of her restrictions, even as a potent fear started to rise in her belly, making her feel queasy.


Then a voice, lilting but seeming sad, said, “It’s no use, you won’t be able to get free.”


The room was nearly pitch black and Sasha turned her head toward the voice, barely able to make out the outline of the body lying near

her. She said, “Who are you and where are we?”


“My name is Mindy, and I have no idea where we are.”


“Neither do I,” came another voice, a little farther away, “My name is Brenda, and I think we have been kidnapped.”


“Brilliant deduction Brenda,” came from another voice, near Brenda’s. Then she said, “I’m Ally and we are all definitely in a bad

place, does anyone remember how you got here?”


Sasha spoke up and said, “I remember leaving my foster home for the bus station, then everything just went black.”


The three other girls remembered similar situations, and they all soon discovered they had all just turned eighteen. Sasha could feel

panic starting to well up inside her, as the girls she was imprisoned with all spoke about their lives. Since all of them had been living in

foster homes, it only added to the feeling they were all in a very precarious condition.


Finally, once they had revealed the similarities in their situations, Ally said, “I have a feeling we are all in deep trouble, has

anyone heard of the sex slave trade?”


Sasha remembered seeing a show on TV about how girls were routinely kidnapped and forced into prostitution, and she feared that Ally

was right about their position. Brenda and Mindy started crying, and Sasha could feel the urge to join them, but instead she tried to

contain those feelings. So she responded to Ally by saying, “I think you are right Ally, since none of us has a real family, it looks like

we are here for some other reason and what you suggested might just be true.”


Suddenly the door clanged open and Yabu entered the room, as a bright light came on mounted to the ceiling. Sasha looked at her fellow

captives and saw they were all attractive, much like her. Brenda was a brunette, and Mindy had auburn hair, while Ally’s tresses were light

blonde. They were all dressed in jeans and sneakers like she was, and all of them were chained up exactly the same way.


“You girls stay quiet or Yabu will beat you!” the large man barked.


Apparently his warning was enough, as none of the girls made a sound as he stepped into the room. He walked over to Mindy and released

her neck chain from the wall, but left it attached to the collar around her throat. He unclasped the chain holding her wrists to her ankles

and helped her to her feet. The chain between her ankle cuffs was about a foot long and Yabu urged her forward, making her shuffle forward

as he took her from the room. The door slammed closed and the lights went out, leaving the other three alone in the darkness.


Once they were alone again Ally said, “I guess we will find out why we are here soon enough.”


It seemed like a long time before Yabu returned, none of the girls talking much while they waited. This time he collected Brenda,

leaving Ally and Sasha alone. The next time he took Ally away, leaving Sasha to wait and wonder alone in dark silence, her fear reaching its

peak with each passing minute. She wondered what was happening to the others, knowing that she would find out when Yabu returned and took

her away too.


When Yabu arrived to collect Sasha she was nearly frozen by the all-consuming fear she felt. But she meekly followed Yabu as he used

the chain attached to her collar like a leash, leading her out of the room. Walking up the stairs with the short chain hobbling her ankles

was a challenge, but she managed. Once up on the next deck Yabu led her into a large room where the dinner guest from the last dinner at the

Emerson’s was waiting for her.


Master Ogawa was sitting in a large chair facing them as they entered. Yabu, now behind her and holding onto Sasha’s shoulders, guided

her forward until she was standing just a few feet in front of him. Once she saw him she knew the Emerson’s had arranged this, the people

that had taken care of her for years had sold her into slavery. She was mortified as she stood there facing the man who had scrutinized her

last night and now she knew why he made her feel so uncomfortable.


He said, “Hello again Sasha, I am pleased you could join us,” as if she had any choice. “In a moment I will have Yabu release your

shackles, but only if you promise to cooperate. Perhaps you should look out of the windows before you make your choice,” he said, now

gesturing to the windows on both sides of him.


Sasha looked left and then right, seeing they were on a boat, with nothing but empty seas to either side. The young girl knew she was

at his mercy now, with no visible avenue of escape, unless she wanted to drown in the expansive waters that surrounded them. She then looked

back at him and said, “I will co-operate sir.”


“Mr. Emerson did a fine job teaching you manners young lady, but from here on in you will call me Master. You will address my man Yabu

as Sir, and any woman that you may encounter as Madam, is that understood?”


“Yes Master,” she replied, feeling very small and intimidated by the strange man staring at her.


“Yabu, release her bindings,” he said, and he watched as Yabu took off her wrist and ankle cuffs.


When she was freed of the shackles, Master Ogawa said, “Remove your shoes and socks, girl.”


Scared out of her wits Sasha obeyed, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her socks off. He then ordered her to remove her top and

jeans, which she did, now standing before him in just her bra and panties, yet feeling very naked and vulnerable. When he commanded her to

remove her bra, she hesitated a moment, only to feel a cane crash against her buttocks, making her lurch and scream.


“Now, now, no drama girl, that was just a light kiss. Get that bra off!”


She fumbled with the clasp behind her cleavage, but managed to release it and she shrugged her bra off. She tried to cover her breasts

with her arms to hide her exposed tits, but Master Ogawa made a gesture and Yabu grabbed and pulled her arms behind her back.


“Small but perky, not as big as my customers like, but they can be augmented if they choose,” Master Ogawa said, leering at her

exposed chest. Then he said, “Now the panties, girl.”


Feeling humiliated like never before, and after Yabu released his grip on her arms, Sasha meekly slipped her thumbs under the

waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, now afraid that Master Ogawa

would take her right here. Since she was still a virgin, that thought scared her completely, her body visibly trembling.


“Tell me Sasha, have you ever been with a man?” Master Ogawa asked, as he stood up and walked over to face her.


Now sandwiched between the two men, Sasha replied, “No Master.”


Standing just in front of her, he said, “Spread those legs so I may confirm it.”


Afraid enough to not even consider disobeying him, Sasha slid her feet apart, hoping against hope that she would wake up from this

nightmare. She felt his hand trail down from her bellybutton, through her sparse patch of pubic hair toward the entrance of her sex. He

slipped a finger into her small opening and a wide smile crossed his face.


“An intact hymen, lovely! You just earned Mr. Emerson another ten thousand dollars girl, I am sure he will be pleased.” Then he

returned to his seat and said, “To keep this simple just listen girl. I have purchased you and now you will learn your new role in life. Any

silly thoughts of escape are just that, silly, so be a smart girl and accept your fate so you don’t have to suffer more than necessary. Any

disobedience will earn swift and painful punishments, do you understand me Sasha?”


“Yes Master, “she replied, feeling like she was just condemned to an eternity in hell.


“Yabu will now take you back to the others; all of them understand their situation now. When we arrive at my home you will begin

training in earnest. Since you are a virgin, you must learn the basics quickly, so when we sell you, you will be ready for your new owner to

be your Master. When he takes your flower and makes you a woman, you will know who truly owns you. Yabu, take her back to the others.”
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Sasha was in such a state of shock that she could not say a thing as Yabu marched her back downstairs. He led her to another room;

just across from the one he took her from earlier. As they entered she saw the other three girls, now just as nude as she was. They were all

standing inside narrow barred cages against the back wall, with one empty one next to them. Yabu forced her into it, making her face

outward, as he closed and padlocked the barred door closed.


He left them alone then, locked inside the windowless room, four naked teenagers facing a life of absolute slavery. Once Yabu was

gone, Ally said, “I guess I was right, are you OK, Sasha?”


“I don’t know.”


“Neither do we,” said Mindy, still sobbing in her misery.



Reviews

Have to agree with Editor Dee`s comments in the newsletter. This is Peter King`s best story to date, a really good slave training one that I just had to read all in one go. Spell-binding stuff Mr King - more please! 5 out of 5 (Hardman)

Almost believable as a true story. A really good read 5 out of 5 (Jimbo1942)

Beginning too slow but the plot was an interesting one. Liked the ending but again slow beginning and rushed ending. The piercing scene needed more development & specifics and some lower body piercings would have been nice too. 4 out of 5 (clanlover)

The process of her movement from civilian to slave is nicely described. Pretty good story, well written 4 out of 5

sorry, but for me this is just `going through the motions´ "Same procedure as last year?" "Same procedure as every year." 2 out of 5 (wabi)

not good ehough 1 out of 5

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Author Information

A specialist in the art form of training slaves, Peter King is a great new author we welcomed to A1AdultEbooks in 2008.

After 25 years of living and playing with some lovely submissive women I started writing about the dynamic of the M/s relationship. My books are about the the numerous ways a woman can be dominated and trained by a determined man, and whether consensual or not, they are all about how she can be transformed by the experience. Many of my characters are mirrors of the women I have interacted with over the years in the lifestyle.

 


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