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When a `Lady` - the Countess Elene Pia Siperi - meets Trudy Farr, she fails to realise she is on the start of the slippery slope to sexual torture and debasement as she is captured and then trained as a sex slave for the Princess Christine.

Features a lot of very hard female domination as Elene is forced to become a sex slavegirl. Also includes a brilliant branding and piercing scene at the hands of her Master.

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Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 5 / 2007

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Unlike Elene, Trudy Farr was a scorching redhead.
Yet just like Elene, she was statuesque and her fiery hair flickered its way down her back to settle just above her tight, shapely buttocks. Her shoulders were wide without being butch and her waist was slender; nipped in just so, by a tasteful leather belt emphasising smooth rounded hips. In her tight black jump-suit, she looked as sleek as an otter.
Elene realised what separated Trudy Farr from the herd. There was that mystical something about the woman. Trudy Farr had IT!
Looking at her, Elene experienced a first.
Normally she would not have been remotely interested in Trudy Farr, or any woman like her. But suddenly Elene could appreciate how another woman could excite her own gender, and cause a female heart to race!
Then worse! To her shame and embarrassment, Elene felt the familiar tingle down there!
Heavens! She was juicing, as she looked at the woman.
That was strange, because Elene was no lesbian.
That much she knew.
But even so…
The pair hit it off from the first moment.
The woman had sauntered over, smiling, her hand extended. “Hi! I’m Trudy Farr.” Her smile brightened even more, and she looked Elene up and down. “I’ve noticed you in here before and, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think you are gorgeous.” Then she smiled, reassuringly, “It’s all right. I’m not propositioning you.” She gave a small shrug. “Well not like that anyway.” Her voice was almost a purr and she gave Elene another smile, “I take photographs for a living.” She smiled as she squeezed Elene’s hand. “Frankly, I make photographs that men like to look at.” She gave Elene a quick up and down gaze, “And you...” She paused, and then said, “Look, can we talk business?”
In the end, it took Trudy Farr a week or so of what amounted to pestering, before Elene finally agreed. Even then, Elene was slightly drunk when she said yes. It wasn’t that she didn’t relish the chance, to be outrageous, but more that she was slightly worried about Antonio’s reaction. But then, she reasoned, he would never need to look at a female glamour nude, and anyhow he was so busy with his latest conquest that he probably wouldn’t notice Elene’s sessions with Trudy and the camera.
It was later, that Elene realised Trudy’s favoured glamour photography was slightly to one side of the normal line. Not exactly pornographic. More what Elene would have called “kinky”.
But again a first. After the initial dithering, Elene had persuaded Antonio to stay over for another month or two, something he seemed eager to do anyway, and Elene’s adventure with Trudy Farr had begun.
Elene didn’t for one moment actually enjoy being kitted out in bondage gear, but she knew, from a male perspective she looked good in it and she would excite. Now, that did make her feel good. She did like to taunt and excite men, whether she intended to bed them or not. And another plus. She had always liked the smell of leather; and discovered the delicious feel of a one-piece suit; clinging like a second skin against hers. She knew for sure, straps and buckles contrasted nicely with her flawless, lightly tanned skin. Tightened, so they were impressed lightly into her soft flesh, the leathers made her glorious figure seem even more delicious. But, she still felt embarrassed and humiliated by posing for the camera in this stuff. Worse to her, were the up-front, raw ‘slavegirl” shots. She shuddered; recalling that while she sometimes felt owned by Antonio, it must have been horrific to actually belong to an omnipotent Master; if the chains and manacles were real; and maybe just a little tighter. She buried the occasional fleeting tingle of excitement at the prospect, and never confided any of this to Trudy. By sheer will power Elene managed not to let it show in her face.
Then one day, after a particularly sexy ‘slavegirl” shoot, Elene realised her eyes must have given her away. Trudy had been putting the plastic chains away and she had turned to Elene. “sweetie, those shots will be real. But real!” She came across to Elene, and began to rub at some red marks that the chains had left in the skin across Elene’” belly. “slavegirl’ shots are definitely your best area, sweetie! And to judge from the digitals, those are going to be among the top of the bunch.”
Elene held her breath, trying not to shake, as she suffered the caress. What the Hell did Trudy think she was doing?
Trudy winked, continuing the massage. “I do believe I could actually sell you.” Another wink. “Slavegirl!” She teased.
Elene blushed furiously. This was humiliating, but she had to hide the tingling inside. She half-believed Trudy was serious, and meant to embarrass her. In fact, there was still a shiver of excitement about it all.
Trudy showed no reaction, but started to buckle Elene into a plastic, body harness. She draped the imitation reins over Elene’s shoulders, and then slipped a chromed, plastic bit between Elene’s teeth. “Don’t bite to hard sweetie!” She stepped back, looked at Elene and sighed. “God Elene. It’s almost as if you’d been made for those things. As if you’ve been doing this work all your life!”
Elene had decided then that Trudy really did enjoy her work.
But not so Elene. Her brief flush of excitement gave way to practicality. She wanted to push Trudy aside right now, get dressed and walk out. But she knew she wouldn’t. But tomorrow; well, she had to break off this relationship, and make here excuses, so she could return to Italy. Elene had kept from blushing. Thought about her Simon, and got back to work.

***

Elene dragged her mind back to the present session.
Trudy was a workaholic and Elene was discovering that, posing for bondage shots paid well for Trudy, and was it was bloody hard work for her. No less demanding than her days on the catwalks. For a half hour or so, dressed in an erotic chain-brassiere and with a gilt, chain belt tightened about her shapely hips, Elene had moved her lithe, body effortlessly into various teasing poses, against the backdrop of a large wooden crate, with an iron-barred gate fixed to the open front. Elene was beginning to have another reason to stop doing this. She liked it less and less. Then a nagging insistent thought. Was it the opposite? Did she like a little more; was it this that was frightening, yet exciting her?
Trudy kept Elene hard at work for another fifteen minutes before finally saying. “Okay Elene love! Take five.” She smiled. “I’ve a call to make.” As she went to the phone, she pointed to the stove in the corner of the studio. “Help yourself to coffee.”
Finishing her phone call, Trudy came across and poured herself a glass of water. She smiled at Elene. “I’ve got someone coming to see you Elene. A woman called Carla Thorn.”
Elene almost spilled her coffee as she stiffened. “C… Carla Thorn?”
“Yes.” Trudy frowned slightly. “Do you know her?”
Elene pulled a face, “someone called Carla Thorn made a pass at me in the Well-Come-Inn.” Elene shuddered and described the woman to Trudy, “As a matter of fact, it was the night we met.” Again she grimaced. “She’d just left as you came in.”
Trudy drank down her water, and grinned. “That’s probably our Carla! She does use the Welcome.” She stretched out a hand and tidied an errant lock of Elene’s long, dark hair. “And you should consider yourself honoured Elene! Carla is very big in the glamour business.”
“Well I don’t need her, or the money you say I could earn Trudy.” Elene protested. “I did this for fun remember?” She sulked. “And anyway I didn’t exactly get on with this Carla what’s her face.” Elene looked mournful, and then told Trudy about insulting Carla Thorn.
Trudy sighed, and then she shrugged. “Carla won’t hold a grudge.” She re-filled her glass from the tap. “In fact it’s doubtful she’ll recognise you. She’s usually drunk when she leaves the Welcome. And as for women,” Another small shrug. “well, so many young darlings pass through her hands, you might as well ask her to find a particular buttercup in a meadow.” Trudy brightened, and sipped her water. “Anyway, I told her I thought you’d make it big in the glamour world. With the right backing.”
“Backing against a bed sheet I should imagine.” Elene’s voice was full of scorn and she pulled a face as she sipped her coffee. Trudy was a good photographer, but she couldn’t make coffee. It tasted bitter. Perhaps she was a bit stingy and bought “el cheapo” from the discount store. The drink was nearly cold and Elene hid her distaste swallowing the sludge quickly. “Trudy, you are bringing her here under false pretences. You know I don’t intend or need to work permanently at this.” She waved her arm about the studio. “For a bit of fun, and some profit for you. Remember?”
Trudy smiled. “That’s true. But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have the fun, and make a little extra in the process.”
Elene shook her head. “Not if it means sucking up to wretches like Carla Thorn.”:
“Oh Elene! You’re a big girl now! Come on. How hard can it be?”:
“Too hard for me Trudy.” Elene shot her a disgusted glance. “I’m completely hetero Trudy. No way can I sleep with… with that…” She shuddered as she broke off.
“Oh honey…” Trudy pouted. “Look, I’ll be honest. I know you don’t need this work, but Carla can get me a lot of commissions. At least be nice to her. It doesn’t have to finish up in a bedroom. How about it Elene? Just for me, hmm?”
Elene merely shrugged, and put her cup on the drainer. The model business had always been full, of lechers, male and female. They went with the job. She could hardly expect glamour work to be any different. But now she didn’t need any of this. And for sure, she was not going to bed down with that creature, just to help Trudy get work.

***

Then Carla Thorn arrived and filled the room with her disgusting bulk and her expensive, somewhat masculine perfume.
Elene hid her distaste. The woman wasn’t just fat. She was grotesque; with heavy wobbling cheeks and a huge, double chin. Her lips were wet and thick, like strips of raw liver and her teeth were stained, and chipped; crooked tombstones set in a broken-down face. Looking at her, close up, Elene cringed mentally. She could cope with her ugliness, but besides her ugliness, there was something threatening about her and Elene suppressed a shudder.
Trudy brought Carla across. “Elene, this is Carla Thorn.” She smiled. “I told you all about her. Remember?”
Apart from today’s mention, of course, Trudy had told her no such thing, but, pushing distaste aside, Elene decided to play along. She smiled and, picking up a towel, covered her semi-nudity, as she took the woman’s extended hand. “How do you do Ms. Thorn?”
“Very well little one.” Her teeth showed in a wolfish smile as she gripped Elene’s hand firmly between her flabby, sweaty paws. No recognition showed in the crone’s face.
Elene drew back. Odious as well! Elene had to play along for now. She was trapped. When she left tonight, she would see Antonio and tell him she was going home. Tomorrow she would tell Trudy where to go. So for Trudy’s sake, Elene took a deep breath. “Trudy says you might have some work for me.”
“Indeed yes!” The woman smiled again, then stepped backwards a few paces. She pointed to the chain-work Elene was wearing. “Would you take off those er...chains? Let the towel fall. I’d like to get a good look at you”
Elene sighed inwardly. Here it was again. Another weirdo, a woman this time, who wanted private views, instead of looking through a portfolio. Perhaps she used all her energy eating and drinking. Nothing left over for a normal sex-life. Elene suddenly decided that she was going, and she made to turn away.
Then to her utter surprise, she found herself obeying, dropping the towel, and seductively taking off the bra and “G-string, to stand before the creature in total nudity. She held herself proudly all the same, displaying her well-formed, adequate breasts and the swell of her hips, accentuating her slender waist. She swivelled slowly, giving her the full treatment, of a smouldering glance over her shoulder, her blue eyes peeking sexily at her from beneath the fringe of her soft, ash-blonde hair, allowing her hands to trace downwards over her shapely, buttocks and well formed thighs.
Carla Thorn beamed as Elene faced her again. “Beautiful, little one.” She looked Elene’s statuesque figure up and down. “Enchanting. Quite lovely Trudy. Not exactly a “little one”. Quite tall, yet so perfectly made. She will be ideal.”
Elene decided they may as well have been discussing the merits of a china doll and she shrugged. “may I get dressed now Trudy?” She made to turn away, but staggered, her mind succumbing to a sudden dizzy fit. Frowning, she regained her composure, only to realise that Carla Thorn’s face seemed to be swimming about in front of her eyes. Vaguely, she recalled the acrid taste of the coffee and her mind registered shock, as she stumbled again.
Drugged dammit! Trudy! The bitch had drugged her! But why? She shook her head and tried to speak. “Wha.... what’s goi...going onnnnuh! Whaaasss… happennn…” But she knew didn’t she? These bitches were going to have their way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop them. “Oh! N… Nooo… Trudy.. y.y.you drugged…” She felt giddy again, and realised whatever they had given her was making her compliant, even though she knew she didn’t want to obey these bitches.
The fat woman’s smile became cold. Her manner changed, abruptly. “Nothing to worry about you hoity bitch! Just a little something to make you behave yourself.” She pushed down on Elene’s shoulders. “Now! On your knees slut and lower your head before me.”
Elene tried to argue. She was no slut! Damn this crazed bitch. But the demanding tone in the voice was frightening and Elene felt her heart miss. The woman spoke as if she was talking to an animal, as though she didn’t expect to be disobeyed. Who the hell did she think she was? Elene thought.
Yet, a bewildered Elene found herself in a strange, trance-like state. She knew she wanted to laugh at the woman, yet was totally unable to find the strength of will to resist. Unbelievably, Elene found herself obeying and, submissively, she dropped to her knees at the grotesque woman’s feet. Elene knew she had been drugged, able to move, but otherwise unable to resist this perverted woman; she could only obey her.
“Kiss my feet, slut!”
Elene’s eyes widened in fear, as, she saw Carla Thorn take a vicious looking, quirt from beneath her coat. The wicked implement was made of plaited leather and its tail was split into two long ends, each terminating in a shining metal tip. Elene needed no further bidding. She scrabbled for the woman’s feet to kiss at her toe-caps. Elene’s insides curled and she felt the shame taking hold of her, as she tried to resist. But a combination of the drug, and the fear of that whip, forced her to lick and kiss at the leather, her mind reeling with the degradation and humiliation.
The woman then opened her coat and unfastened her slacks. The wintry gleam was still on her face, as she dropped her slacks and stepped out of them. She had no underwear on and slipping off her coat, shoved her huge, fat hips towards Elene’s face. With her left hand, the woman was caressing her flattish mound, searching it seemed to find the crease amidst the gross, hanging layers of fat. The creature pulled up her belly so her fingers could reach and in her right hand, the quirt still dangled, threateningly.
Horrified, Elene couldn’t believe the disgusting sight of the woman’s belly; a puckered fold of flesh hanging like wet dough covering the woman’s sex completely. The sight sickened Elene, and she could barely take her fascinated gaze from it. Yet, she was half aware of Trudy Farr slinging a video recorder over her shoulder.
Suddenly, Elene saw it all. The stories she’d heard were true. This really was how they persuaded girls to perform in blue movies. There was no doubt now. That coffee had been spiked! That alone would explain why she had stayed still, docile and submissive, staring at this grotesque, obscene heap of lard that purported to be a woman.
Elene knew what she was expected of her, yet being unable to draw away. This time it wasn’t someone else! This time it was her! Being filmed in a pornographic movie! Doubtless, the blackmail would come later. Antonio would be shown this evil filth, if she didn’t obey.
Elene felt her jaw go slack as her mind recoiled and she shuddered. God! Sleeping with perverts like this warped bitch would be bad enough, but to be asked to perform in studio, in front of a camera. That was something else! And that quirt! Oh dear God. If Carla Thorn hit her with that!
Carla Thorn pulled her roll of belly-fat upwards, and gyrated her pudgy hips in front of Elene’s face again. “Now you sexy little bitch!” She said, “It’s show-time! Kiss me. Kiss my parts gently. Let that tongue roam and let it go deep in me.” She cackled almost and grabbed Elene’s hair. “Make me cum slut. And, when I do cum you will let it flow and you swallow it. All of it.”
Elene felt her insides cringe with revulsion. Her body shuddered with the humiliation; the degradation. This woman had no right. Elene would see these bitches paid for this… The drugs were making her mind swim and waver. Elene knew she had to comply.
This monstrous woman could reach her exposed back with the whip. So with her mind whirling, and her shame filling every corner of her soul, Elene, she slid her tongue around the evil-tasting, gaping sex of the grossly overweight bitch. Knowing Elene wanted to draw away, but the woman had hold of her hair, caressing it softly. Somehow, much as Elene wanted to resist, she couldn’t and she relaxed as the drug took hold. Languorously, Elene licked at the woman’s sex, holding back her gagging at the stink of stale pee, and sweat. Swallowing her disgust, knowing she must, Elene teased the woman with her soft tongue, and heaved a little, as the first taste of the woman’s juices entered her mouth
Elene allowed her saliva to flow, lubricating her soft, full lips as she moved her head and tongue about the evil smelling mound, sliding her tongue around the wet, slack labia, the pubic hairs short and coarse, chafing against her mouth as she stayed on her knees, trying to ignore the vile taste of the woman’s filthy sex.
The woman began to thrust her hips against Elene’s face, and grabbed the helpless Elene’s hair in her fist. Pushing against Elene’s face, burying her head in the soft, flabby flesh of her fat wobbling thighs, Arching back wards the woman began to claw at Elene’s hair, pulling, ignoring the muffled wails as Elene struggled hopelessly. Carla’s passion began to mount and she moaned as she entwined her fingers tighter in Elene’s hair.
Elene struggled now, trying to pull away from her, but it was useless. Oblivious of Elene’s distress and intent only on her own sexual gratification, Carla Thorn mashed her soggy, fat genitals against Elene’s face, grabbing the girl’s head and pressing it ever harder against her stinking, sweaty, juicing mound.
Hardly able to breathe, Elene gagged and heaved, her saliva flooding into her mouth, as her throat was filled with the rush of the woman’s musky juices. The fat belly heaved; the woman’s labia flushed hot and began to firm up as the woman shoved harder against Elene’s face.
Elene was gasping for breath now and her limbs flailed, ineffectually, as the evil bitch pulled Elene closer, bending her backwards, grinding Elene’s face into her parts, screaming out her perverted lust “Come on you gorgeous slut. Make me come in your mouth!”
Just as Elene thought she could stand no more, the woman’s movements seemed to become jerky and more prolonged and there was a sudden, scalding surge of juices flooding over her face and mouth, the hot runny excess sliding over her soft, white throat, coating her naked front, to trickle over her breasts as she was bent over backwards until Elene feared her spine would crack. Her breasts were being crushed under the weight of the thick, vein shot legs, and Elene struggled again.
The woman lifted Elene forwards then and the quirt burned into Elene’s flesh so she howled in to the reeking maw of the perverted woman’s sex.:
“Arrrgghhmmmppphhhhhhh.” Elene struggled to no avail, as the quirt sliced into her back and buttocks. “Owieee. Ahhhharghmmmppphh..!”
“Swallow you slut, swallow.” Carla said, “drink it all, take my juice, all of it.” Grabbing Elene’s hair even tighter, the demented woman rammed her hips savagely against Elene’s face again forcing Elene’s head back and drenching the helpless girl’s face with hot juices.
Elene struggled hopelessly; her naked body heaving against the bloated trunk; her hands fluttering vainly about the flabby, doughy legs; she gurgled her protests as she tried to breathe, and she began to kick as she felt herself suffocating. But it was hopeless. With her face held, hard against the woman’s stinking, hairy mound, Elene was forced to swallow and she shuddered, trying not to vomit as the musky tasting liquid slid down her throat, warming its way to her stomach.
Then suddenly Carla Thorn pulled away from her, and giggled. “did that taste nice, my slut?”
Gasping; heaving, coughing; feeling degraded, used and dirty, Elene turned away. She felt the juices rise into her throat again and she made to vomit.
Carla made a growling sound and her fat hand enveloped Elene’s mouth and nose. “Hold it down you slut.”
Again Elene was forced to swallow and finally the woman loosed as Elene’s struggles ceased. Now Elene, trembled, turning away, lowering her head in abject shame, her nostrils full of the stink, emanating from the wetness around her mouth and chin. .
“I asked you a question slut!” the woman hissed. “Now, answer me, or I’ll whip you to shreds!” She brandished the quirt over Elene’s trembling form.
Elene was under no illusions; she knew what she had to say. Licking her lips, she looked up at her, shivering with fear but knowing she couldn’t resist. “Oh yes! It tasted sweet!”
Then, without warning, the whip slashed into her flesh and she screamed, “Ohhh Godddd! Argggghhhh!” Elene rolled onto her back then cowered before her.
The woman leaned over Elene’s cowering body and raised the whip once more. “You call me MISTRESS! UNDERSTAND SLUT!”
Fearfully, Elene nodded and almost without hesitation said, “Y...Yes M.M.Mistress! Bewildered, confused, she tried to sort herself out, trying to understand. Why was she submitting to this abuse? She still wanted to laugh at this mad woman who seemed to think she was some powerful being and that Elene was her slave.
Elene wasn’t naive. She was well aware of the perverse fetishes some people had. This must be this evil bitch’s way of getting her kicks. Elene couldn’t understand why she stood for this, when she should just tell her where to get off? Yet, much as she wanted to she knew she couldn’t make herself do anything to resist. Good God! It even seemed natural to call her Mistress!
Carla threw back her head and laughed, loudly. “You learn fast slut.” She grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled. “Stand!”
Elene screamed as her scalp burned, “Aiiiieeeeeyyyargh.” Frantically she got to her feet.
Gently then, Carla Thorn took the whip and traced it gently over Elene’s stomach and the glorious swell of her perfectly formed mound swell of her genitals, letting the leather slide between Elene’s labia. Then, abruptly she lifted the quirt to shoulder height to slash Elene, savagely, across the breasts.
“Aiiiiieeeerrrrgghhh! N.n.noooo.” Elene’s scream battered about the studio as she clutched at the hurt, crouching down, turning away from the woman. An unwise move that merely earned her three more stinging lashes across her presented buttocks. Elene dropped to the floor, scrabbling for the doorway. She had to get out. Naked or not, she had to get away from this crazed woman. If she didn’t avoid that lash it would injure her badly
She was wasting her time and after three more slashes, the evil lesbian finally cornered Elene against the sink unit. She laughed at Elene and stared at the shivering, cowering girl. “I’m sure we can train you properly.” She turned away from her and began to get dressed again, grinning at Trudy. “She’ll do fine Trudy! How much do you want this time?”
Setting down the video recorder, Trudy shrugged. “Five thousand!”
Carla Thorn gaped. “Honey! Never! That’s way too pricey. I have to train the slut you know.”
Trudy shrugged again. “I take the risks Carla!”
“Risks? What risks? Hell Trudy!” She fastened her coat. “Surely you make certain all the bitches you find for us are loners? Girls with no family to ask questions?”
Trudy pulled a face. “Well with this one, there’s a husband and a well connected husband at that.” She grinned at the pathetic bundle on the floor, “I daresay her paramour will be a little upset too.” She sneered at the distraught Elene. “But it’s nothing that can’t be sorted out.” Trudy grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled the helpless girl’s head back. “Come on Carla. Five-grand is little enough for a sexy slave like this.” She grinned. “It’s prime flesh. You’ve seen her photographs. You know what a sexy little slut she looks.” She leaned over Elene and caressed the girl’s right flank gently. “Slim and tall. Boyish, in a way. Just as you like them Carla. You can sew up her slash and get your thrills by reaming your dildo into her tight, little ass!” She pinched Elene’s right buttock cruelly. “Just what the Princess ordered!” She grinned, and then shook Elene’s head slightly. “And if she doesn’t please enough you’ll soon get money back from your guests, or at worst, the Princess can sell her in North Africa.” She smiled, “And it isn’t the most you’ve ever paid me!”
Carla Thorn nodded. “Very well Trudy.” She took out a man’s leather wallet and extracted a thick wad of bills, counting off the amount. She handed them over to Trudy. “But next time, I need a little more warning.”
Elene, still unable to move, had forgotten her pain. Her mind was numb. So horrified, she was barely able to comprehend what she had just heard and seen. Dear God! This pair had not just made a blue film. They had procured her… No… Worse. She had been sold! Like an animal! As though she were nothing but meat! No! No! Dear Lord no! She had been sold like... like a slave! They had actually used the word.
Her heart fluttered as she realised what it meant. All those stories she’d heard; stories of girls who had vanished, to surface somewhere in the Middle-East. They were all true! It was an absurd idea, but, it seemed, the white-slave trade still existed. And, Dear God! She, realised she was to become a part of it. This really was happening to her. She was being abducted! Soon she would find herself being sent abroad. Sent abroad to what! Oh God! Who were these people? And where was she to be taken to? What was to happen to her? Was she to be sold off like a chattel to the highest bidder. Would she finish up in some dingy, foreign brothel, to be used for the pleasure of others?
Mentally, Elene shook herself. She was being stupid. This was some strange, but realistic nightmare. Soon she would wake and find herself at Antonio’s side in their bed. But then her heart sank, for she knew. It was hopeless. She knew this was real enough. The burning whelts on her flesh, the filthy taste still in her mouth, the stinking juices now drying on her chest and belly; it all told her she wasn’t dreaming. This was for real. She had just been sold into slavery! She had no illusions. She guessed what would happen to her. She would be used as a plaything to satisfy the lust of perverts. She was a chattel; she belonged to this evil lesbian. She was a slavegirl!
They came across to her, and Carla Thorn lifted the whip. “On your feet slut and come here!”
Elene obeyed, to stand meekly before her, knowing the drug was still holding her to ransom.
Carla Thorn grinned and took a hypodermic needle from her pocket. Expertly she held it up, squirted a few drops of liquid from it and then plunged it into Elene’s thigh.
Elene winced, but merely stood still, blinking, feeling the semi-drowsiness overtaking her.
The woman nodded, and began to caress Elene’s flanks. She started to croon gently. ‘Relax! Relax! You’ll soon feel good!”
Moments later, Elene realised the woman was right. She was even beginning to juice up. Whatever next!
She soon found out, as things started to go really muzzy, and the floor came up to meet her.


Excerpt..

Unlike Elene, Trudy Farr was a scorching redhead.

Yet just like Elene, she was statuesque and her fiery hair flickered its way down her back to settle just above her tight, shapely buttocks.
Her shoulders were wide without being butch and her waist was slender; nipped in just so, by a tasteful leather belt emphasising smooth
rounded hips. In her tight black jump-suit, she looked as sleek as an otter.

Elene realised what separated Trudy Farr from the herd. There was that mystical something about the woman. Trudy Farr had IT!

Looking at her, Elene experienced a first.

Normally she would not have been remotely interested in Trudy Farr, or any woman like her. But suddenly Elene could appreciate how another
woman could excite her own gender, and cause a female heart to race!

Then worse! To her shame and embarrassment, Elene felt the familiar tingle down there!

Heavens! She was juicing, as she looked at the woman.

That was strange, because Elene was no lesbian.

That much she knew.

But even so…

The pair hit it off from the first moment.

The woman had sauntered over, smiling, her hand extended. “Hi! I’m Trudy Farr.” Her smile brightened even more, and she looked Elene up and
down. “I’ve noticed you in here before and, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think you are gorgeous.” Then she smiled, reassuringly, “It’s
all right. I’m not propositioning you.” She gave a small shrug. “Well not like that anyway.” Her voice was almost a purr and she gave Elene
another smile, “I take photographs for a living.” She smiled as she squeezed Elene’s hand. “Frankly, I make photographs that men like to
look at.” She gave Elene a quick up and down gaze, “And you...” She paused, and then said, “Look, can we talk business?”

In the end, it took Trudy Farr a week or so of what amounted to pestering, before Elene finally agreed. Even then, Elene was slightly drunk
when she said yes. It wasn’t that she didn’t relish the chance, to be outrageous, but more that she was slightly worried about Antonio’s
reaction. But then, she reasoned, he would never need to look at a female glamour nude, and anyhow he was so busy with his latest conquest
that he probably wouldn’t notice Elene’s sessions with Trudy and the camera.

It was later, that Elene realised Trudy’s favoured glamour photography was slightly to one side of the normal line. Not exactly
pornographic. More what Elene would have called “kinky”.

But again a first. After the initial dithering, Elene had persuaded Antonio to stay over for another month or two, something he seemed
eager to do anyway, and Elene’s adventure with Trudy Farr had begun.

Elene didn’t for one moment actually enjoy being kitted out in bondage gear, but she knew, from a male perspective she looked good in it and
she would excite. Now, that did make her feel good. She did like to taunt and excite men, whether she intended to bed them or not. And
another plus. She had always liked the smell of leather; and discovered the delicious feel of a one-piece suit; clinging like a second skin
against hers. She knew for sure, straps and buckles contrasted nicely with her flawless, lightly tanned skin. Tightened, so they were
impressed lightly into her soft flesh, the leathers made her glorious figure seem even more delicious. But, she still felt embarrassed and
humiliated by posing for the camera in this stuff. Worse to her, were the up-front, raw ‘slavegirl” shots. She shuddered; recalling that
while she sometimes felt owned by Antonio, it must have been horrific to actually belong to an omnipotent Master; if the chains and manacles
were real; and maybe just a little tighter. She buried the occasional fleeting tingle of excitement at the prospect, and never confided any
of this to Trudy. By sheer will power Elene managed not to let it show in her face.

Then one day, after a particularly sexy ‘slavegirl” shoot, Elene realised her eyes must have given her away. Trudy had been putting the
plastic chains away and she had turned to Elene. “sweetie, those shots will be real. But real!” She came across to Elene, and began to rub
at some red marks that the chains had left in the skin across Elene’” belly. “slavegirl’ shots are definitely your best area, sweetie! And
to judge from the digitals, those are going to be among the top of the bunch.”

Elene held her breath, trying not to shake, as she suffered the caress. What the Hell did Trudy think she was doing?

Trudy winked, continuing the massage. “I do believe I could actually sell you.” Another wink. “Slavegirl!” She teased.

Elene blushed furiously. This was humiliating, but she had to hide the tingling inside. She half-believed Trudy was serious, and meant to
embarrass her. In fact, there was still a shiver of excitement about it all.

Trudy showed no reaction, but started to buckle Elene into a plastic, body harness. She draped the imitation reins over Elene’s shoulders,
and then slipped a chromed, plastic bit between Elene’s teeth. “Don’t bite to hard sweetie!” She stepped back, looked at Elene and sighed.
“God Elene. It’s almost as if you’d been made for those things. As if you’ve been doing this work all your life!”

Elene had decided then that Trudy really did enjoy her work.

But not so Elene. Her brief flush of excitement gave way to practicality. She wanted to push Trudy aside right now, get dressed and walk
out. But she knew she wouldn’t. But tomorrow; well, she had to break off this relationship, and make here excuses, so she could return to
Italy. Elene had kept from blushing. Thought about her Simon, and got back to work.



***



Elene dragged her mind back to the present session.

Trudy was a workaholic and Elene was discovering that, posing for bondage shots paid well for Trudy, and was it was bloody hard work for
her. No less demanding than her days on the catwalks. For a half hour or so, dressed in an erotic chain-brassiere and with a gilt, chain
belt tightened about her shapely hips, Elene had moved her lithe, body effortlessly into various teasing poses, against the backdrop of a
large wooden crate, with an iron-barred gate fixed to the open front. Elene was beginning to have another reason to stop doing this. She
liked it less and less. Then a nagging insistent thought. Was it the opposite? Did she like a little more; was it this that was frightening,
yet exciting her?

Trudy kept Elene hard at work for another fifteen minutes before finally saying. “Okay Elene love! Take five.” She smiled. “I’ve a call to
make.” As she went to the phone, she pointed to the stove in the corner of the studio. “Help yourself to coffee.”

Finishing her phone call, Trudy came across and poured herself a glass of water. She smiled at Elene. “I’ve got someone coming to see you
Elene. A woman called Carla Thorn.”

Elene almost spilled her coffee as she stiffened. “C… Carla Thorn?”

“Yes.” Trudy frowned slightly. “Do you know her?”

Elene pulled a face, “someone called Carla Thorn made a pass at me in the Well-Come-Inn.” Elene shuddered and described the woman to Trudy,
“As a matter of fact, it was the night we met.” Again she grimaced. “She’d just left as you came in.”

Trudy drank down her water, and grinned. “That’s probably our Carla! She does use the Welcome.” She stretched out a hand and tidied an
errant lock of Elene’s long, dark hair. “And you should consider yourself honoured Elene! Carla is very big in the glamour business.”

“Well I don’t need her, or the money you say I could earn Trudy.” Elene protested. “I did this for fun remember?” She sulked. “And anyway I
didn’t exactly get on with this Carla what’s her face.” Elene looked mournful, and then told Trudy about insulting Carla Thorn.

Trudy sighed, and then she shrugged. “Carla won’t hold a grudge.” She re-filled her glass from the tap. “In fact it’s doubtful she’ll
recognise you. She’s usually drunk when she leaves the Welcome. And as for women,” Another small shrug. “well, so many young darlings pass
through her hands, you might as well ask her to find a particular buttercup in a meadow.” Trudy brightened, and sipped her water. “Anyway, I
told her I thought you’d make it big in the glamour world. With the right backing.”

“Backing against a bed sheet I should imagine.” Elene’s voice was full of scorn and she pulled a face as she sipped her coffee. Trudy was a
good photographer, but she couldn’t make coffee. It tasted bitter. Perhaps she was a bit stingy and bought “el cheapo” from the discount
store. The drink was nearly cold and Elene hid her distaste swallowing the sludge quickly. “Trudy, you are bringing her here under false
pretences. You know I don’t intend or need to work permanently at this.” She waved her arm about the studio. “For a bit of fun, and some
profit for you. Remember?”

Trudy smiled. “That’s true. But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have the fun, and make a little extra in the process.”

Elene shook her head. “Not if it means sucking up to wretches like Carla Thorn.”:

“Oh Elene! You’re a big girl now! Come on. How hard can it be?”:

“Too hard for me Trudy.” Elene shot her a disgusted glance. “I’m completely hetero Trudy. No way can I sleep with… with that…” She shuddered
as she broke off.

“Oh honey…” Trudy pouted. “Look, I’ll be honest. I know you don’t need this work, but Carla can get me a lot of commissions. At least be
nice to her. It doesn’t have to finish up in a bedroom. How about it Elene? Just for me, hmm?”

Elene merely shrugged, and put her cup on the drainer. The model business had always been full, of lechers, male and female. They went with
the job. She could hardly expect glamour work to be any different. But now she didn’t need any of this. And for sure, she was not going to
bed down with that creature, just to help Trudy get work.



***



Then Carla Thorn arrived and filled the room with her disgusting bulk and her expensive, somewhat masculine perfume.

Elene hid her distaste. The woman wasn’t just fat. She was grotesque; with heavy wobbling cheeks and a huge, double chin. Her lips were wet
and thick, like strips of raw liver and her teeth were stained, and chipped; crooked tombstones set in a broken-down face. Looking at her,
close up, Elene cringed mentally. She could cope with her ugliness, but besides her ugliness, there was something threatening about her and
Elene suppressed a shudder.

Trudy brought Carla across. “Elene, this is Carla Thorn.” She smiled. “I told you all about her. Remember?”

Apart from today’s mention, of course, Trudy had told her no such thing, but, pushing distaste aside, Elene decided to play along. She
smiled and, picking up a towel, covered her semi-nudity, as she took the woman’s extended hand. “How do you do Ms. Thorn?”

“Very well little one.” Her teeth showed in a wolfish smile as she gripped Elene’s hand firmly between her flabby, sweaty paws. No
recognition showed in the crone’s face.

Elene drew back. Odious as well! Elene had to play along for now. She was trapped. When she left tonight, she would see Antonio and tell
him she was going home. Tomorrow she would tell Trudy where to go. So for Trudy’s sake, Elene took a deep breath. “Trudy says you might have
some work for me.”

“Indeed yes!” The woman smiled again, then stepped backwards a few paces. She pointed to the chain-work Elene was wearing. “Would you take
off those er...chains? Let the towel fall. I’d like to get a good look at you”

Elene sighed inwardly. Here it was again. Another weirdo, a woman this time, who wanted private views, instead of looking through a
portfolio. Perhaps she used all her energy eating and drinking. Nothing left over for a normal sex-life. Elene suddenly decided that she was
going, and she made to turn away.

Then to her utter surprise, she found herself obeying, dropping the towel, and seductively taking off the bra and “G-string, to stand before
the creature in total nudity. She held herself proudly all the same, displaying her well-formed, adequate breasts and the swell of her hips,
accentuating her slender waist. She swivelled slowly, giving her the full treatment, of a smouldering glance over her shoulder, her blue
eyes peeking sexily at her from beneath the fringe of her soft, ash-blonde hair, allowing her hands to trace downwards over her shapely,
buttocks and well formed thighs.

Carla Thorn beamed as Elene faced her again. “Beautiful, little one.” She looked Elene’s statuesque figure up and down. “Enchanting. Quite
lovely Trudy. Not exactly a “little one”. Quite tall, yet so perfectly made. She will be ideal.”

Elene decided they may as well have been discussing the merits of a china doll and she shrugged. “may I get dressed now Trudy?” She made to
turn away, but staggered, her mind succumbing to a sudden dizzy fit. Frowning, she regained her composure, only to realise that Carla
Thorn’s face seemed to be swimming about in front of her eyes. Vaguely, she recalled the acrid taste of the coffee and her mind registered
shock, as she stumbled again.

Drugged dammit! Trudy! The bitch had drugged her! But why? She shook her head and tried to speak. “Wha.... what’s goi...going onnnnuh!
Whaaasss… happennn…” But she knew didn’t she? These bitches were going to have their way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop
them. “Oh! N… Nooo… Trudy.. y.y.you drugged…” She felt giddy again, and realised whatever they had given her was making her compliant, even
though she knew she didn’t want to obey these bitches.

The fat woman’s smile became cold. Her manner changed, abruptly. “Nothing to worry about you hoity bitch! Just a little something to make
you behave yourself.” She pushed down on Elene’s shoulders. “Now! On your knees slut and lower your head before me.”

Elene tried to argue. She was no slut! Damn this crazed bitch. But the demanding tone in the voice was frightening and Elene felt her heart
miss. The woman spoke as if she was talking to an animal, as though she didn’t expect to be disobeyed. Who the hell did she think she was?
Elene thought.

Yet, a bewildered Elene found herself in a strange, trance-like state. She knew she wanted to laugh at the woman, yet was totally unable to
find the strength of will to resist. Unbelievably, Elene found herself obeying and, submissively, she dropped to her knees at the grotesque
woman’s feet. Elene knew she had been drugged, able to move, but otherwise unable to resist this perverted woman; she could only obey
her.

“Kiss my feet, slut!”

Elene’s eyes widened in fear, as, she saw Carla Thorn take a vicious looking, quirt from beneath her coat. The wicked implement was made
of plaited leather and its tail was split into two long ends, each terminating in a shining metal tip. Elene needed no further bidding. She
scrabbled for the woman’s feet to kiss at her toe-caps. Elene’s insides curled and she felt the shame taking hold of her, as she tried to
resist. But a combination of the drug, and the fear of that whip, forced her to lick and kiss at the leather, her mind reeling with the
degradation and humiliation.

The woman then opened her coat and unfastened her slacks. The wintry gleam was still on her face, as she dropped her slacks and stepped out
of them. She had no underwear on and slipping off her coat, shoved her huge, fat hips towards Elene’s face. With her left hand, the woman
was caressing her flattish mound, searching it seemed to find the crease amidst the gross, hanging layers of fat. The creature pulled up her
belly so her fingers could reach and in her right hand, the quirt still dangled, threateningly.

Horrified, Elene couldn’t believe the disgusting sight of the woman’s belly; a puckered fold of flesh hanging like wet dough covering the
woman’s sex completely. The sight sickened Elene, and she could barely take her fascinated gaze from it. Yet, she was half aware of Trudy
Farr slinging a video recorder over her shoulder.

Suddenly, Elene saw it all. The stories she’d heard were true. This really was how they persuaded girls to perform in blue movies. There was
no doubt now. That coffee had been spiked! That alone would explain why she had stayed still, docile and submissive, staring at this
grotesque, obscene heap of lard that purported to be a woman.

Elene knew what she was expected of her, yet being unable to draw away. This time it wasn’t someone else! This time it was her! Being filmed
in a pornographic movie! Doubtless, the blackmail would come later. Antonio would be shown this evil filth, if she didn’t obey.

Elene felt her jaw go slack as her mind recoiled and she shuddered. God! Sleeping with perverts like this warped bitch would be bad enough,
but to be asked to perform in studio, in front of a camera. That was something else! And that quirt! Oh dear God. If Carla Thorn hit her
with that!

Carla Thorn pulled her roll of belly-fat upwards, and gyrated her pudgy hips in front of Elene’s face again. “Now you sexy little bitch!”
She said, “It’s show-time! Kiss me. Kiss my parts gently. Let that tongue roam and let it go deep in me.” She cackled almost and grabbed
Elene’s hair. “Make me cum slut. And, when I do cum you will let it flow and you swallow it. All of it.”

Elene felt her insides cringe with revulsion. Her body shuddered with the humiliation; the degradation. This woman had no right. Elene
would see these bitches paid for this… The drugs were making her mind swim and waver. Elene knew she had to comply.

This monstrous woman could reach her exposed back with the whip. So with her mind whirling, and her shame filling every corner of her soul,
Elene, she slid her tongue around the evil-tasting, gaping sex of the grossly overweight bitch. Knowing Elene wanted to draw away, but the
woman had hold of her hair, caressing it softly. Somehow, much as Elene wanted to resist, she couldn’t and she relaxed as the drug took
hold. Languorously, Elene licked at the woman’s sex, holding back her gagging at the stink of stale pee, and sweat. Swallowing her disgust,
knowing she must, Elene teased the woman with her soft tongue, and heaved a little, as the first taste of the woman’s juices entered her
mouth

Elene allowed her saliva to flow, lubricating her soft, full lips as she moved her head and tongue about the evil smelling mound, sliding
her tongue around the wet, slack labia, the pubic hairs short and coarse, chafing against her mouth as she stayed on her knees, trying to
ignore the vile taste of the woman’s filthy sex.

The woman began to thrust her hips against Elene’s face, and grabbed the helpless Elene’s hair in her fist. Pushing against Elene’s face,
burying her head in the soft, flabby flesh of her fat wobbling thighs, Arching back wards the woman began to claw at Elene’s hair, pulling,
ignoring the muffled wails as Elene struggled hopelessly. Carla’s passion began to mount and she moaned as she entwined her fingers tighter
in Elene’s hair.

Elene struggled now, trying to pull away from her, but it was useless. Oblivious of Elene’s distress and intent only on her own sexual
gratification, Carla Thorn mashed her soggy, fat genitals against Elene’s face, grabbing the girl’s head and pressing it ever harder against
her stinking, sweaty, juicing mound.

Hardly able to breathe, Elene gagged and heaved, her saliva flooding into her mouth, as her throat was filled with the rush of the woman’s
musky juices. The fat belly heaved; the woman’s labia flushed hot and began to firm up as the woman shoved harder against Elene’s face. />
Elene was gasping for breath now and her limbs flailed, ineffectually, as the evil bitch pulled Elene closer, bending her backwards,
grinding Elene’s face into her parts, screaming out her perverted lust “Come on you gorgeous slut. Make me come in your mouth!”

Just as Elene thought she could stand no more, the woman’s movements seemed to become jerky and more prolonged and there was a sudden,
scalding surge of juices flooding over her face and mouth, the hot runny excess sliding over her soft, white throat, coating her naked
front, to trickle over her breasts as she was bent over backwards until Elene feared her spine would crack. Her breasts were being crushed
under the weight of the thick, vein shot legs, and Elene struggled again.

The woman lifted Elene forwards then and the quirt burned into Elene’s flesh so she howled in to the reeking maw of the perverted woman’s
sex.:

“Arrrgghhmmmppphhhhhhh.” Elene struggled to no avail, as the quirt sliced into her back and buttocks. “Owieee. Ahhhharghmmmppphh..!”

“Swallow you slut, swallow.” Carla said, “drink it all, take my juice, all of it.” Grabbing Elene’s hair even tighter, the demented woman
rammed her hips savagely against Elene’s face again forcing Elene’s head back and drenching the helpless girl’s face with hot juices. />
Elene struggled hopelessly; her naked body heaving against the bloated trunk; her hands fluttering vainly about the flabby, doughy legs;
she gurgled her protests as she tried to breathe, and she began to kick as she felt herself suffocating. But it was hopeless. With her face
held, hard against the woman’s stinking, hairy mound, Elene was forced to swallow and she shuddered, trying not to vomit as the musky
tasting liquid slid down her throat, warming its way to her stomach.

Then suddenly Carla Thorn pulled away from her, and giggled. “did that taste nice, my slut?”

Gasping; heaving, coughing; feeling degraded, used and dirty, Elene turned away. She felt the juices rise into her throat again and she
made to vomit.

Carla made a growling sound and her fat hand enveloped Elene’s mouth and nose. “Hold it down you slut.”

Again Elene was forced to swallow and finally the woman loosed as Elene’s struggles ceased. Now Elene, trembled, turning away, lowering her
head in abject shame, her nostrils full of the stink, emanating from the wetness around her mouth and chin. .

“I asked you a question slut!” the woman hissed. “Now, answer me, or I’ll whip you to shreds!” She brandished the quirt over Elene’s
trembling form.

Elene was under no illusions; she knew what she had to say. Licking her lips, she looked up at her, shivering with fear but knowing she
couldn’t resist. “Oh yes! It tasted sweet!”

Then, without warning, the whip slashed into her flesh and she screamed, “Ohhh Godddd! Argggghhhh!” Elene rolled onto her back then cowered
before her.

The woman leaned over Elene’s cowering body and raised the whip once more. “You call me MISTRESS! UNDERSTAND SLUT!”

Fearfully, Elene nodded and almost without hesitation said, “Y...Yes M.M.Mistress! Bewildered, confused, she tried to sort herself out,
trying to understand. Why was she submitting to this abuse? She still wanted to laugh at this mad woman who seemed to think she was some
powerful being and that Elene was her slave.

Elene wasn’t naive. She was well aware of the perverse fetishes some people had. This must be this evil bitch’s way of getting her kicks.
Elene couldn’t understand why she stood for this, when she should just tell her where to get off? Yet, much as she wanted to she knew she
couldn’t make herself do anything to resist. Good God! It even seemed natural to call her Mistress!

Carla threw back her head and laughed, loudly. “You learn fast slut.” She grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled. “Stand!”

Elene screamed as her scalp burned, “Aiiiieeeeeyyyargh.” Frantically she got to her feet.

Gently then, Carla Thorn took the whip and traced it gently over Elene’s stomach and the glorious swell of her perfectly formed mound swell
of her genitals, letting the leather slide between Elene’s labia. Then, abruptly she lifted the quirt to shoulder height to slash Elene,
savagely, across the breasts.

“Aiiiiieeeerrrrgghhh! N.n.noooo.” Elene’s scream battered about the studio as she clutched at the hurt, crouching down, turning away from
the woman. An unwise move that merely earned her three more stinging lashes across her presented buttocks. Elene dropped to the floor,
scrabbling for the doorway. She had to get out. Naked or not, she had to get away from this crazed woman. If she didn’t avoid that lash it
would injure her badly

She was wasting her time and after three more slashes, the evil lesbian finally cornered Elene against the sink unit. She laughed at Elene
and stared at the shivering, cowering girl. “I’m sure we can train you properly.” She turned away from her and began to get dressed again,
grinning at Trudy. “She’ll do fine Trudy! How much do you want this time?”

Setting down the video recorder, Trudy shrugged. “Five thousand!”

Carla Thorn gaped. “Honey! Never! That’s way too pricey. I have to train the slut you know.”

Trudy shrugged again. “I take the risks Carla!”

“Risks? What risks? Hell Trudy!” She fastened her coat. “Surely you make certain all the bitches you find for us are loners? Girls with no
family to ask questions?”

Trudy pulled a face. “Well with this one, there’s a husband and a well connected husband at that.” She grinned at the pathetic bundle on
the floor, “I daresay her paramour will be a little upset too.” She sneered at the distraught Elene. “But it’s nothing that can’t be sorted
out.” Trudy grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled the helpless girl’s head back. “Come on Carla. Five-grand is little enough for a sexy slave like
this.” She grinned. “It’s prime flesh. You’ve seen her photographs. You know what a sexy little slut she looks.” She leaned over Elene and
caressed the girl’s right flank gently. “Slim and tall. Boyish, in a way. Just as you like them Carla. You can sew up her slash and get your
thrills by reaming your dildo into her tight, little ass!” She pinched Elene’s right buttock cruelly. “Just what the Princess ordered!” She
grinned, and then shook Elene’s head slightly. “And if she doesn’t please enough you’ll soon get money back from your guests, or at worst,
the Princess can sell her in North Africa.” She smiled, “And it isn’t the most you’ve ever paid me!”

Carla Thorn nodded. “Very well Trudy.” She took out a man’s leather wallet and extracted a thick wad of bills, counting off the amount. She
handed them over to Trudy. “But next time, I need a little more warning.”

Elene, still unable to move, had forgotten her pain. Her mind was numb. So horrified, she was barely able to comprehend what she had just
heard and seen. Dear God! This pair had not just made a blue film. They had procured her… No… Worse. She had been sold! Like an animal! As
though she were nothing but meat! No! No! Dear Lord no! She had been sold like... like a slave! They had actually used the word.

Her heart fluttered as she realised what it meant. All those stories she’d heard; stories of girls who had vanished, to surface somewhere
in the Middle-East. They were all true! It was an absurd idea, but, it seemed, the white-slave trade still existed. And, Dear God! She,
realised she was to become a part of it. This really was happening to her. She was being abducted! Soon she would find herself being sent
abroad. Sent abroad to what! Oh God! Who were these people? And where was she to be taken to? What was to happen to her? Was she to be sold
off like a chattel to the highest bidder. Would she finish up in some dingy, foreign brothel, to be used for the pleasure of others?

Mentally, Elene shook herself. She was being stupid. This was some strange, but realistic nightmare. Soon she would wake and find herself
at Antonio’s side in their bed. But then her heart sank, for she knew. It was hopeless. She knew this was real enough. The burning whelts on
her flesh, the filthy taste still in her mouth, the stinking juices now drying on her chest and belly; it all told her she wasn’t dreaming.
This was for real. She had just been sold into slavery! She had no illusions. She guessed what would happen to her. She would be used as a
plaything to satisfy the lust of perverts. She was a chattel; she belonged to this evil lesbian. She was a slavegirl!

They came across to her, and Carla Thorn lifted the whip. “On your feet slut and come here!”

Elene obeyed, to stand meekly before her, knowing the drug was still holding her to ransom.

Carla Thorn grinned and took a hypodermic needle from her pocket. Expertly she held it up, squirted a few drops of liquid from it and then
plunged it into Elene’s thigh.

Elene winced, but merely stood still, blinking, feeling the semi-drowsiness overtaking her.

The woman nodded, and began to caress Elene’s flanks. She started to croon gently. ‘Relax! Relax! You’ll soon feel good!”

Moments later, Elene realised the woman was right. She was even beginning to juice up. Whatever next!

She soon found out, as things started to go really muzzy, and the floor came up to meet her.


Excerpt..

Unlike Elene, Trudy Farr was a scorching redhead.


Yet just like Elene, she was statuesque and her fiery hair flickered its way down her back to settle just above her tight, shapely buttocks.

Her shoulders were wide without being butch and her waist was slender; nipped in just so, by a tasteful leather belt emphasising smooth

rounded hips. In her tight black jump-suit, she looked as sleek as an otter.


Elene realised what separated Trudy Farr from the herd. There was that mystical something about the woman. Trudy Farr had IT!


Looking at her, Elene experienced a first.


Normally she would not have been remotely interested in Trudy Farr, or any woman like her. But suddenly Elene could appreciate how another

woman could excite her own gender, and cause a female heart to race!


Then worse! To her shame and embarrassment, Elene felt the familiar tingle down there!


Heavens! She was juicing, as she looked at the woman.


That was strange, because Elene was no lesbian.


That much she knew.


But even so…


The pair hit it off from the first moment.


The woman had sauntered over, smiling, her hand extended. “Hi! I’m Trudy Farr.” Her smile brightened even more, and she looked Elene up and

down. “I’ve noticed you in here before and, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think you are gorgeous.” Then she smiled, reassuringly, “It’s

all right. I’m not propositioning you.” She gave a small shrug. “Well not like that anyway.” Her voice was almost a purr and she gave Elene

another smile, “I take photographs for a living.” She smiled as she squeezed Elene’s hand. “Frankly, I make photographs that men like to

look at.” She gave Elene a quick up and down gaze, “And you...” She paused, and then said, “Look, can we talk business?”


In the end, it took Trudy Farr a week or so of what amounted to pestering, before Elene finally agreed. Even then, Elene was slightly drunk

when she said yes. It wasn’t that she didn’t relish the chance, to be outrageous, but more that she was slightly worried about Antonio’s

reaction. But then, she reasoned, he would never need to look at a female glamour nude, and anyhow he was so busy with his latest conquest

that he probably wouldn’t notice Elene’s sessions with Trudy and the camera.


It was later, that Elene realised Trudy’s favoured glamour photography was slightly to one side of the normal line. Not exactly

pornographic. More what Elene would have called “kinky”.


But again a first. After the initial dithering, Elene had persuaded Antonio to stay over for another month or two, something he seemed

eager to do anyway, and Elene’s adventure with Trudy Farr had begun.


Elene didn’t for one moment actually enjoy being kitted out in bondage gear, but she knew, from a male perspective she looked good in it and

she would excite. Now, that did make her feel good. She did like to taunt and excite men, whether she intended to bed them or not. And

another plus. She had always liked the smell of leather; and discovered the delicious feel of a one-piece suit; clinging like a second skin

against hers. She knew for sure, straps and buckles contrasted nicely with her flawless, lightly tanned skin. Tightened, so they were

impressed lightly into her soft flesh, the leathers made her glorious figure seem even more delicious. But, she still felt embarrassed and

humiliated by posing for the camera in this stuff. Worse to her, were the up-front, raw ‘slavegirl” shots. She shuddered; recalling that

while she sometimes felt owned by Antonio, it must have been horrific to actually belong to an omnipotent Master; if the chains and manacles

were real; and maybe just a little tighter. She buried the occasional fleeting tingle of excitement at the prospect, and never confided any

of this to Trudy. By sheer will power Elene managed not to let it show in her face.


Then one day, after a particularly sexy ‘slavegirl” shoot, Elene realised her eyes must have given her away. Trudy had been putting the

plastic chains away and she had turned to Elene. “sweetie, those shots will be real. But real!” She came across to Elene, and began to rub

at some red marks that the chains had left in the skin across Elene’” belly. “slavegirl’ shots are definitely your best area, sweetie! And

to judge from the digitals, those are going to be among the top of the bunch.”


Elene held her breath, trying not to shake, as she suffered the caress. What the Hell did Trudy think she was doing?


Trudy winked, continuing the massage. “I do believe I could actually sell you.” Another wink. “Slavegirl!” She teased.


Elene blushed furiously. This was humiliating, but she had to hide the tingling inside. She half-believed Trudy was serious, and meant to

embarrass her. In fact, there was still a shiver of excitement about it all.


Trudy showed no reaction, but started to buckle Elene into a plastic, body harness. She draped the imitation reins over Elene’s shoulders,

and then slipped a chromed, plastic bit between Elene’s teeth. “Don’t bite to hard sweetie!” She stepped back, looked at Elene and sighed.

“God Elene. It’s almost as if you’d been made for those things. As if you’ve been doing this work all your life!”


Elene had decided then that Trudy really did enjoy her work.


But not so Elene. Her brief flush of excitement gave way to practicality. She wanted to push Trudy aside right now, get dressed and walk

out. But she knew she wouldn’t. But tomorrow; well, she had to break off this relationship, and make here excuses, so she could return to

Italy. Elene had kept from blushing. Thought about her Simon, and got back to work.





***





Elene dragged her mind back to the present session.


Trudy was a workaholic and Elene was discovering that, posing for bondage shots paid well for Trudy, and was it was bloody hard work for

her. No less demanding than her days on the catwalks. For a half hour or so, dressed in an erotic chain-brassiere and with a gilt, chain

belt tightened about her shapely hips, Elene had moved her lithe, body effortlessly into various teasing poses, against the backdrop of a

large wooden crate, with an iron-barred gate fixed to the open front. Elene was beginning to have another reason to stop doing this. She

liked it less and less. Then a nagging insistent thought. Was it the opposite? Did she like a little more; was it this that was frightening,

yet exciting her?


Trudy kept Elene hard at work for another fifteen minutes before finally saying. “Okay Elene love! Take five.” She smiled. “I’ve a call to

make.” As she went to the phone, she pointed to the stove in the corner of the studio. “Help yourself to coffee.”


Finishing her phone call, Trudy came across and poured herself a glass of water. She smiled at Elene. “I’ve got someone coming to see you

Elene. A woman called Carla Thorn.”


Elene almost spilled her coffee as she stiffened. “C… Carla Thorn?”


“Yes.” Trudy frowned slightly. “Do you know her?”


Elene pulled a face, “someone called Carla Thorn made a pass at me in the Well-Come-Inn.” Elene shuddered and described the woman to Trudy,

“As a matter of fact, it was the night we met.” Again she grimaced. “She’d just left as you came in.”


Trudy drank down her water, and grinned. “That’s probably our Carla! She does use the Welcome.” She stretched out a hand and tidied an

errant lock of Elene’s long, dark hair. “And you should consider yourself honoured Elene! Carla is very big in the glamour business.”


“Well I don’t need her, or the money you say I could earn Trudy.” Elene protested. “I did this for fun remember?” She sulked. “And anyway I

didn’t exactly get on with this Carla what’s her face.” Elene looked mournful, and then told Trudy about insulting Carla Thorn.


Trudy sighed, and then she shrugged. “Carla won’t hold a grudge.” She re-filled her glass from the tap. “In fact it’s doubtful she’ll

recognise you. She’s usually drunk when she leaves the Welcome. And as for women,” Another small shrug. “well, so many young darlings pass

through her hands, you might as well ask her to find a particular buttercup in a meadow.” Trudy brightened, and sipped her water. “Anyway, I

told her I thought you’d make it big in the glamour world. With the right backing.”


“Backing against a bed sheet I should imagine.” Elene’s voice was full of scorn and she pulled a face as she sipped her coffee. Trudy was a

good photographer, but she couldn’t make coffee. It tasted bitter. Perhaps she was a bit stingy and bought “el cheapo” from the discount

store. The drink was nearly cold and Elene hid her distaste swallowing the sludge quickly. “Trudy, you are bringing her here under false

pretences. You know I don’t intend or need to work permanently at this.” She waved her arm about the studio. “For a bit of fun, and some

profit for you. Remember?”


Trudy smiled. “That’s true. But there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have the fun, and make a little extra in the process.”


Elene shook her head. “Not if it means sucking up to wretches like Carla Thorn.”:


“Oh Elene! You’re a big girl now! Come on. How hard can it be?”:


“Too hard for me Trudy.” Elene shot her a disgusted glance. “I’m completely hetero Trudy. No way can I sleep with… with that…” She shuddered

as she broke off.


“Oh honey…” Trudy pouted. “Look, I’ll be honest. I know you don’t need this work, but Carla can get me a lot of commissions. At least be

nice to her. It doesn’t have to finish up in a bedroom. How about it Elene? Just for me, hmm?”


Elene merely shrugged, and put her cup on the drainer. The model business had always been full, of lechers, male and female. They went with

the job. She could hardly expect glamour work to be any different. But now she didn’t need any of this. And for sure, she was not going to

bed down with that creature, just to help Trudy get work.





***





Then Carla Thorn arrived and filled the room with her disgusting bulk and her expensive, somewhat masculine perfume.


Elene hid her distaste. The woman wasn’t just fat. She was grotesque; with heavy wobbling cheeks and a huge, double chin. Her lips were wet

and thick, like strips of raw liver and her teeth were stained, and chipped; crooked tombstones set in a broken-down face. Looking at her,

close up, Elene cringed mentally. She could cope with her ugliness, but besides her ugliness, there was something threatening about her and

Elene suppressed a shudder.


Trudy brought Carla across. “Elene, this is Carla Thorn.” She smiled. “I told you all about her. Remember?”


Apart from today’s mention, of course, Trudy had told her no such thing, but, pushing distaste aside, Elene decided to play along. She

smiled and, picking up a towel, covered her semi-nudity, as she took the woman’s extended hand. “How do you do Ms. Thorn?”


“Very well little one.” Her teeth showed in a wolfish smile as she gripped Elene’s hand firmly between her flabby, sweaty paws. No

recognition showed in the crone’s face.


Elene drew back. Odious as well! Elene had to play along for now. She was trapped. When she left tonight, she would see Antonio and tell

him she was going home. Tomorrow she would tell Trudy where to go. So for Trudy’s sake, Elene took a deep breath. “Trudy says you might have

some work for me.”


“Indeed yes!” The woman smiled again, then stepped backwards a few paces. She pointed to the chain-work Elene was wearing. “Would you take

off those er...chains? Let the towel fall. I’d like to get a good look at you”


Elene sighed inwardly. Here it was again. Another weirdo, a woman this time, who wanted private views, instead of looking through a

portfolio. Perhaps she used all her energy eating and drinking. Nothing left over for a normal sex-life. Elene suddenly decided that she was

going, and she made to turn away.


Then to her utter surprise, she found herself obeying, dropping the towel, and seductively taking off the bra and “G-string, to stand before

the creature in total nudity. She held herself proudly all the same, displaying her well-formed, adequate breasts and the swell of her hips,

accentuating her slender waist. She swivelled slowly, giving her the full treatment, of a smouldering glance over her shoulder, her blue

eyes peeking sexily at her from beneath the fringe of her soft, ash-blonde hair, allowing her hands to trace downwards over her shapely,

buttocks and well formed thighs.


Carla Thorn beamed as Elene faced her again. “Beautiful, little one.” She looked Elene’s statuesque figure up and down. “Enchanting. Quite

lovely Trudy. Not exactly a “little one”. Quite tall, yet so perfectly made. She will be ideal.”


Elene decided they may as well have been discussing the merits of a china doll and she shrugged. “may I get dressed now Trudy?” She made to

turn away, but staggered, her mind succumbing to a sudden dizzy fit. Frowning, she regained her composure, only to realise that Carla

Thorn’s face seemed to be swimming about in front of her eyes. Vaguely, she recalled the acrid taste of the coffee and her mind registered

shock, as she stumbled again.


Drugged dammit! Trudy! The bitch had drugged her! But why? She shook her head and tried to speak. “Wha.... what’s goi...going onnnnuh!

Whaaasss… happennn…” But she knew didn’t she? These bitches were going to have their way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop

them. “Oh! N… Nooo… Trudy.. y.y.you drugged…” She felt giddy again, and realised whatever they had given her was making her compliant, even

though she knew she didn’t want to obey these bitches.


The fat woman’s smile became cold. Her manner changed, abruptly. “Nothing to worry about you hoity bitch! Just a little something to make

you behave yourself.” She pushed down on Elene’s shoulders. “Now! On your knees slut and lower your head before me.”


Elene tried to argue. She was no slut! Damn this crazed bitch. But the demanding tone in the voice was frightening and Elene felt her heart

miss. The woman spoke as if she was talking to an animal, as though she didn’t expect to be disobeyed. Who the hell did she think she was?

Elene thought.


Yet, a bewildered Elene found herself in a strange, trance-like state. She knew she wanted to laugh at the woman, yet was totally unable to

find the strength of will to resist. Unbelievably, Elene found herself obeying and, submissively, she dropped to her knees at the grotesque

woman’s feet. Elene knew she had been drugged, able to move, but otherwise unable to resist this perverted woman; she could only obey

her.


“Kiss my feet, slut!”


Elene’s eyes widened in fear, as, she saw Carla Thorn take a vicious looking, quirt from beneath her coat. The wicked implement was made

of plaited leather and its tail was split into two long ends, each terminating in a shining metal tip. Elene needed no further bidding. She

scrabbled for the woman’s feet to kiss at her toe-caps. Elene’s insides curled and she felt the shame taking hold of her, as she tried to

resist. But a combination of the drug, and the fear of that whip, forced her to lick and kiss at the leather, her mind reeling with the

degradation and humiliation.


The woman then opened her coat and unfastened her slacks. The wintry gleam was still on her face, as she dropped her slacks and stepped out

of them. She had no underwear on and slipping off her coat, shoved her huge, fat hips towards Elene’s face. With her left hand, the woman

was caressing her flattish mound, searching it seemed to find the crease amidst the gross, hanging layers of fat. The creature pulled up her

belly so her fingers could reach and in her right hand, the quirt still dangled, threateningly.


Horrified, Elene couldn’t believe the disgusting sight of the woman’s belly; a puckered fold of flesh hanging like wet dough covering the

woman’s sex completely. The sight sickened Elene, and she could barely take her fascinated gaze from it. Yet, she was half aware of Trudy

Farr slinging a video recorder over her shoulder.


Suddenly, Elene saw it all. The stories she’d heard were true. This really was how they persuaded girls to perform in blue movies. There was

no doubt now. That coffee had been spiked! That alone would explain why she had stayed still, docile and submissive, staring at this

grotesque, obscene heap of lard that purported to be a woman.


Elene knew what she was expected of her, yet being unable to draw away. This time it wasn’t someone else! This time it was her! Being filmed

in a pornographic movie! Doubtless, the blackmail would come later. Antonio would be shown this evil filth, if she didn’t obey.


Elene felt her jaw go slack as her mind recoiled and she shuddered. God! Sleeping with perverts like this warped bitch would be bad enough,

but to be asked to perform in studio, in front of a camera. That was something else! And that quirt! Oh dear God. If Carla Thorn hit her

with that!


Carla Thorn pulled her roll of belly-fat upwards, and gyrated her pudgy hips in front of Elene’s face again. “Now you sexy little bitch!”

She said, “It’s show-time! Kiss me. Kiss my parts gently. Let that tongue roam and let it go deep in me.” She cackled almost and grabbed

Elene’s hair. “Make me cum slut. And, when I do cum you will let it flow and you swallow it. All of it.”


Elene felt her insides cringe with revulsion. Her body shuddered with the humiliation; the degradation. This woman had no right. Elene

would see these bitches paid for this… The drugs were making her mind swim and waver. Elene knew she had to comply.


This monstrous woman could reach her exposed back with the whip. So with her mind whirling, and her shame filling every corner of her soul,

Elene, she slid her tongue around the evil-tasting, gaping sex of the grossly overweight bitch. Knowing Elene wanted to draw away, but the

woman had hold of her hair, caressing it softly. Somehow, much as Elene wanted to resist, she couldn’t and she relaxed as the drug took

hold. Languorously, Elene licked at the woman’s sex, holding back her gagging at the stink of stale pee, and sweat. Swallowing her disgust,

knowing she must, Elene teased the woman with her soft tongue, and heaved a little, as the first taste of the woman’s juices entered her

mouth


Elene allowed her saliva to flow, lubricating her soft, full lips as she moved her head and tongue about the evil smelling mound, sliding

her tongue around the wet, slack labia, the pubic hairs short and coarse, chafing against her mouth as she stayed on her knees, trying to

ignore the vile taste of the woman’s filthy sex.


The woman began to thrust her hips against Elene’s face, and grabbed the helpless Elene’s hair in her fist. Pushing against Elene’s face,

burying her head in the soft, flabby flesh of her fat wobbling thighs, Arching back wards the woman began to claw at Elene’s hair, pulling,

ignoring the muffled wails as Elene struggled hopelessly. Carla’s passion began to mount and she moaned as she entwined her fingers tighter

in Elene’s hair.


Elene struggled now, trying to pull away from her, but it was useless. Oblivious of Elene’s distress and intent only on her own sexual

gratification, Carla Thorn mashed her soggy, fat genitals against Elene’s face, grabbing the girl’s head and pressing it ever harder against

her stinking, sweaty, juicing mound.


Hardly able to breathe, Elene gagged and heaved, her saliva flooding into her mouth, as her throat was filled with the rush of the woman’s

musky juices. The fat belly heaved; the woman’s labia flushed hot and began to firm up as the woman shoved harder against Elene’s face.
/>

Elene was gasping for breath now and her limbs flailed, ineffectually, as the evil bitch pulled Elene closer, bending her backwards,

grinding Elene’s face into her parts, screaming out her perverted lust “Come on you gorgeous slut. Make me come in your mouth!”


Just as Elene thought she could stand no more, the woman’s movements seemed to become jerky and more prolonged and there was a sudden,

scalding surge of juices flooding over her face and mouth, the hot runny excess sliding over her soft, white throat, coating her naked

front, to trickle over her breasts as she was bent over backwards until Elene feared her spine would crack. Her breasts were being crushed

under the weight of the thick, vein shot legs, and Elene struggled again.


The woman lifted Elene forwards then and the quirt burned into Elene’s flesh so she howled in to the reeking maw of the perverted woman’s

sex.:


“Arrrgghhmmmppphhhhhhh.” Elene struggled to no avail, as the quirt sliced into her back and buttocks. “Owieee. Ahhhharghmmmppphh..!”


“Swallow you slut, swallow.” Carla said, “drink it all, take my juice, all of it.” Grabbing Elene’s hair even tighter, the demented woman

rammed her hips savagely against Elene’s face again forcing Elene’s head back and drenching the helpless girl’s face with hot juices.
/>

Elene struggled hopelessly; her naked body heaving against the bloated trunk; her hands fluttering vainly about the flabby, doughy legs;

she gurgled her protests as she tried to breathe, and she began to kick as she felt herself suffocating. But it was hopeless. With her face

held, hard against the woman’s stinking, hairy mound, Elene was forced to swallow and she shuddered, trying not to vomit as the musky

tasting liquid slid down her throat, warming its way to her stomach.


Then suddenly Carla Thorn pulled away from her, and giggled. “did that taste nice, my slut?”


Gasping; heaving, coughing; feeling degraded, used and dirty, Elene turned away. She felt the juices rise into her throat again and she

made to vomit.


Carla made a growling sound and her fat hand enveloped Elene’s mouth and nose. “Hold it down you slut.”


Again Elene was forced to swallow and finally the woman loosed as Elene’s struggles ceased. Now Elene, trembled, turning away, lowering her

head in abject shame, her nostrils full of the stink, emanating from the wetness around her mouth and chin. .


“I asked you a question slut!” the woman hissed. “Now, answer me, or I’ll whip you to shreds!” She brandished the quirt over Elene’s

trembling form.


Elene was under no illusions; she knew what she had to say. Licking her lips, she looked up at her, shivering with fear but knowing she

couldn’t resist. “Oh yes! It tasted sweet!”


Then, without warning, the whip slashed into her flesh and she screamed, “Ohhh Godddd! Argggghhhh!” Elene rolled onto her back then cowered

before her.


The woman leaned over Elene’s cowering body and raised the whip once more. “You call me MISTRESS! UNDERSTAND SLUT!”


Fearfully, Elene nodded and almost without hesitation said, “Y...Yes M.M.Mistress! Bewildered, confused, she tried to sort herself out,

trying to understand. Why was she submitting to this abuse? She still wanted to laugh at this mad woman who seemed to think she was some

powerful being and that Elene was her slave.


Elene wasn’t naive. She was well aware of the perverse fetishes some people had. This must be this evil bitch’s way of getting her kicks.

Elene couldn’t understand why she stood for this, when she should just tell her where to get off? Yet, much as she wanted to she knew she

couldn’t make herself do anything to resist. Good God! It even seemed natural to call her Mistress!


Carla threw back her head and laughed, loudly. “You learn fast slut.” She grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled. “Stand!”


Elene screamed as her scalp burned, “Aiiiieeeeeyyyargh.” Frantically she got to her feet.


Gently then, Carla Thorn took the whip and traced it gently over Elene’s stomach and the glorious swell of her perfectly formed mound swell

of her genitals, letting the leather slide between Elene’s labia. Then, abruptly she lifted the quirt to shoulder height to slash Elene,

savagely, across the breasts.


“Aiiiiieeeerrrrgghhh! N.n.noooo.” Elene’s scream battered about the studio as she clutched at the hurt, crouching down, turning away from

the woman. An unwise move that merely earned her three more stinging lashes across her presented buttocks. Elene dropped to the floor,

scrabbling for the doorway. She had to get out. Naked or not, she had to get away from this crazed woman. If she didn’t avoid that lash it

would injure her badly


She was wasting her time and after three more slashes, the evil lesbian finally cornered Elene against the sink unit. She laughed at Elene

and stared at the shivering, cowering girl. “I’m sure we can train you properly.” She turned away from her and began to get dressed again,

grinning at Trudy. “She’ll do fine Trudy! How much do you want this time?”


Setting down the video recorder, Trudy shrugged. “Five thousand!”


Carla Thorn gaped. “Honey! Never! That’s way too pricey. I have to train the slut you know.”


Trudy shrugged again. “I take the risks Carla!”


“Risks? What risks? Hell Trudy!” She fastened her coat. “Surely you make certain all the bitches you find for us are loners? Girls with no

family to ask questions?”


Trudy pulled a face. “Well with this one, there’s a husband and a well connected husband at that.” She grinned at the pathetic bundle on

the floor, “I daresay her paramour will be a little upset too.” She sneered at the distraught Elene. “But it’s nothing that can’t be sorted

out.” Trudy grabbed Elene’s hair and pulled the helpless girl’s head back. “Come on Carla. Five-grand is little enough for a sexy slave like

this.” She grinned. “It’s prime flesh. You’ve seen her photographs. You know what a sexy little slut she looks.” She leaned over Elene and

caressed the girl’s right flank gently. “Slim and tall. Boyish, in a way. Just as you like them Carla. You can sew up her slash and get your

thrills by reaming your dildo into her tight, little ass!” She pinched Elene’s right buttock cruelly. “Just what the Princess ordered!” She

grinned, and then shook Elene’s head slightly. “And if she doesn’t please enough you’ll soon get money back from your guests, or at worst,

the Princess can sell her in North Africa.” She smiled, “And it isn’t the most you’ve ever paid me!”


Carla Thorn nodded. “Very well Trudy.” She took out a man’s leather wallet and extracted a thick wad of bills, counting off the amount. She

handed them over to Trudy. “But next time, I need a little more warning.”


Elene, still unable to move, had forgotten her pain. Her mind was numb. So horrified, she was barely able to comprehend what she had just

heard and seen. Dear God! This pair had not just made a blue film. They had procured her… No… Worse. She had been sold! Like an animal! As

though she were nothing but meat! No! No! Dear Lord no! She had been sold like... like a slave! They had actually used the word.


Her heart fluttered as she realised what it meant. All those stories she’d heard; stories of girls who had vanished, to surface somewhere

in the Middle-East. They were all true! It was an absurd idea, but, it seemed, the white-slave trade still existed. And, Dear God! She,

realised she was to become a part of it. This really was happening to her. She was being abducted! Soon she would find herself being sent

abroad. Sent abroad to what! Oh God! Who were these people? And where was she to be taken to? What was to happen to her? Was she to be sold

off like a chattel to the highest bidder. Would she finish up in some dingy, foreign brothel, to be used for the pleasure of others?


Mentally, Elene shook herself. She was being stupid. This was some strange, but realistic nightmare. Soon she would wake and find herself

at Antonio’s side in their bed. But then her heart sank, for she knew. It was hopeless. She knew this was real enough. The burning whelts on

her flesh, the filthy taste still in her mouth, the stinking juices now drying on her chest and belly; it all told her she wasn’t dreaming.

This was for real. She had just been sold into slavery! She had no illusions. She guessed what would happen to her. She would be used as a

plaything to satisfy the lust of perverts. She was a chattel; she belonged to this evil lesbian. She was a slavegirl!


They came across to her, and Carla Thorn lifted the whip. “On your feet slut and come here!”


Elene obeyed, to stand meekly before her, knowing the drug was still holding her to ransom.


Carla Thorn grinned and took a hypodermic needle from her pocket. Expertly she held it up, squirted a few drops of liquid from it and then

plunged it into Elene’s thigh.


Elene winced, but merely stood still, blinking, feeling the semi-drowsiness overtaking her.


The woman nodded, and began to caress Elene’s flanks. She started to croon gently. ‘Relax! Relax! You’ll soon feel good!”


Moments later, Elene realised the woman was right. She was even beginning to juice up. Whatever next!


She soon found out, as things started to go really muzzy, and the floor came up to meet her.



Reviews

Mark Slade's Slavegirl has all the worst elements of BDSM fiction. Stupid protagonists falling into the clutches of wicked slavers and sadistic owners. There's no attempt made to hint that the slave has or will come to like her new status. It escapes me how anyone cold find the sex scenes in this book arousing or enjoyable. All the sex is essentially rape. Don't buy this book unless blatant rape of unwilling women is you cup of tea. 1 out of 5

  Author reply: So you personally didn't like the story. Your prerogative, but there are readers who do like their stories 'hard'. I think you will find that somewhere, there's a blurb which says 'on the tin, what my books do'. I never promised anyone a rose garden, and most of my stories are 'hard'. Maybe I will write one especially for you, and others who prefer more consensual story-lines. But please don't rubbish any book, just because you don't like it yourself.

Sure it is hard enough and i liked that, BUT... It's a lot of copy/paste work and i was wondering the interest in reading the same text two or three times. Plus, it's for more than a half a copy of another book (Island of slavegirls) with so little care that there was some confusion from some characters from one book to the other. The reason i gave it a 1 is i did'nt appreciate buying a book i have allready read under another title. 1 out of 5 (Tetou)

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Mark is a part-time professional writer of erotica, in the BDSM genre. Published elsewhere he is already well established in this genre and is a welcome addition to A1AdultEbooks.

 


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