The Sequel to CITY OF SHAME AND PAIN.

Elizabeth Berisford, rescued from the pillory by the rebel leader, Baka is now his slave and very happy to be so; delighting in his dark sensuality and savage strength. The City of Khastan is in the hands of Baka`s rebels who are now busy taking revenge on those who had suppressed them, including Shar Mutani and his beautiful young wife, Samia. Both are rap-d, abused, tormented and humiliated as the rebels take their pleasure with them. For those who once oppressed, there is no relief from the suffering ahead!

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Linda Holmes was a tall, dark haired, reasonably attractive, thirty two year old woman, modestly but quite expensively dressed. Her companion, Jake Hill, barely looked his twenty years and was garishly clad in purple jeans, beige shirt and green cotton jacket that hung loosely from his shoulders. He had a rather pinched face with a sharply pointed jaw line and short cut, thinning hair. He affected designer stubble that was not very effective, given his somewhat immature features. A further difference showed in the way they comported themselves. He literally swaggered, his eyes meeting those of the many pretty girls passing by in an overtly challenging manner; she seemed extremely nervous, occasionally glancing at him with a shy smile but mostly looking straight ahead.
He took her arm and pressed it reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll enjoy it. You said you wanted thrills. Now you’re goin’ to have a big one.”
Linda was about to exhibit herself out of doors, near Oxford Street on a Saturday morning. It was just another `phase` of her learning to submit to Jake`s every whim - a whim that would lead Linda and others into the path of sexual slavery.
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In a move of controlled ferocity, he slashed the thin lash across her thighs. She was still screaming with hurt from the first stroke when the second savaged her breasts. Two vicious red marks disfigured her white body and the pain was like being scalded.

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She never knew how many men fucked her that day. All she could remember was the pain and the indignity - and, finally, her own total surrender...

Helena de Barrie was a stunning looking woman, aged in her mid thirties but appearing much younger. She was tall, blonde and obviously wealthy. Everything about her, make-up, jewellery, clothes and most of all, her bearing, was high class.

And everything about the shabby square in which she stood was squalid.

She gazed at the entrance of the building and glanced again at the piece of paper, which had guided her here. It was unmistakably the place where she had been told to come.

She pulled the sable coat about her, wondering briefly how the girls nearby could bear the cold wearing such skimpy gear, then she went up the steps and entered through the dowdy doors, noting the uncleaned windows with distaste.

Facing her was a long corridor, drab and dirty, with tattered linoleum flooring and cream painted walls, which had long since faded to a dirty grey colour. At the far end was a lift. On one side ran a long counter and behind it was a scruffy, middle-aged man reading a magazine. He glanced at Helena and she saw his eyes widen but then he looked back at his magazine.

She walked towards him and stood in front of the counter as he studied the magazine without showing any sign that he knew she was there. The magazine was pornographic; a picture of a naked black girl lying back on a tartan rug, opening her legs to a white, straw haired male whose penis was erect.

With icy courtesy she introduced herself.

“I am Lady Helena de Barrie. I have an appointment with a Mr. Marcus.”

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The sequel to `FROM SLUT TO SLAVE` and the story continues, hotter and harder than before.

The Princess Lala had bought a consignment of slaves from a white slaver in England, and had them shipped out to her desert home. The newly arrived captives are in for many shocks as Princess Lala issues her orders. First they have to walk the three miles from the airport to the city, over burning sands and under blazing heat, urged on by the canes of their captors, scorned by the Princess' subjects when they arrive, sweating and smelly, in their new home. Then they are packed into barracks, there to fight over mattresses and bunks - all semblance of civilisation being stripped from them.

Then the true degradation begins, with anal abuse, gang banging, degradation and humiliation in every way possible. The Princess only wants to please the guests to her 'Pleasurepalace' and what better way than to (ab)use untrained, unwilling captives from the higher reaches of English society?

And a taster...

The whip cracked across the back of her thighs and her howl was less than human. Liquid squirted as she lost control of her bladder. The pencil slipped from her anus and clattered on the floor.
“So you want the men to fuck you?”
“Yes - yes,” she panted...

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A tale of male domination with some very strong content.

Elizabeth Berisford was famous, wealthy and beautiful. She also had sexual cravings far beyond what her breeding provided for her. One night she discovered that not only could men visit brothels to live out their fantasies, women could do the same - for a substantial fee. So Elizabeth started down the road to living out her wildest fantasies and thus began the path of discovery that would tranform her from the slut she knew she was to the true sex slave she really craved to become.

Here`s a little taster...

She began to gasp as the passion enveloped her. Even through his own excitement, Marcus detected her submission and knew triumph. His cock felt enormous to them both. He exulted in his breaking of this proud, high and mighty woman. Now he would really own her.

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