I am very tired, and my 36DD tits and cunt are still very sore. Quietly I drift off
into slumber land. The next thing I know, Master George is shaking me awake.
“The yacht will be docking in Sexhaven in about one hour,” he tells me. “I want you
and the rest of the girls to get all clean and shiny, and then be up on the upper deck
within 45 minutes wearing shackles, cuffs, ring gags, and clit and nipple clamp leashes.”
“Sexhaven is your new home,” he adds. “The sooner you all forget about your old
life, the better your new one will be. Sexhaven is a small but very sexually liberated
island located about ten miles off the European coast. It has become the new fetish and
kinky sex capital of Europe. It’s a unique, tiny place where the only business is the
buying and selling of kinky and fetish oriented sex.”
“Although small and relatively unknown to most of the world, Sexhaven is one big
red-light district. Its legal sex zone encompasses the entire island and is larger and
kinkier than the one in Amsterdam. But, what makes Sexhaven unique is that prostitution by
free men or women is totally illegal. It’s against Sexhaven law for any free man or woman
to perform any sex act for money.”
“But, sexual slavery is the norm. All sex acts for money must be performed by a man
or woman displaying a sex slave registration number branded on his/her right ass cheek.
Any man or woman not displaying a sex slave number caught performing any sex act for money
is immediately converted, registered, branded, and will spend the remainder of his/her
life as a legal sex slave.”
“Most of the movers and shakers from all over the world know all about Sexhaven,”
he further explains. “There is an unwritten code among the world’s business and political
leaders that Sexhaven is to be kept as a private secret sex playground for the rich and
famous.”
He also tells us that Sexhaven has never been invaded by any army. But, on any
given day several of the more powerful and wealthier people in the world can be found at a
club in Sexhaven acting out their deepest and most perverse sexual desires. Even the
world’s leading bible thumpers visit it from time to time to get their rocks off. Now we
are about to become vehicles for many of those sexual fantasies.
After Master George leaves, I suddenly realize that I have just taken Alice’s
position as Chief Yacht Slave -- at least temporarily. Joyce and I quickly and quietly
join Sharon, Jennifer, Jane, Carol, and Barbara in the slave’s quarters, where we shower
and do our make-up, including powdering our tits and asses, before putting on our ankle
shackles, ring gags, and clit and nipple leashes.
After helping each other cuff our wrists behind our backs, we all head up to the
main deck. Master George smiles when he sees that we all made the two-level climb without
tripping or otherwise injuring ourselves while wearing 6” ‘Fuck Me!’ stilettos. Of course,
he has no idea how difficult it is for us to climb those stairs in heels with our hands
cuffed behind our backs and our ankles shackled together by a 2’ chain.
After arriving on deck, we are lined up single file along the starboard railing –
tits and cunts facing the docks. Upon entering the harbor, we sail right past the mainland
ferryboat docks and eventually park at a private mooring in one of the back bays.
After docking, we are marched single file down the yacht’s gangway with our tit and
clit leashes attached to the wrist cuffs of the girl directly in front of us. By now each
of us has gotten pretty good at judging the pace of the girl head of us to minimize the
pulling on our clits and tits.
We march for about a mile to Sexhaven’s official sex slave registry and inspection
station. After entering, we are separated. Joyce, Jennifer, Sharon, and I are taken into
one room while Barbara, Carol, and Jane are taken into a different one. Later I learn that
the other room is where the unmarked slaves are branded.
We are prodded and probed in all three of our holes, and naturally we also have to
submit to blood, urine, STD, and DNA testing. Later I learn that Sexhaven guarantees that
all of its sex slaves are STD and disease free. All visitors, sex slaves, and island
residents are required by Sexhaven to be tested upon entry.
Anyone failing these tests is refused permission to enter the island. In addition,
everyone on the island is tested monthly and must remain disease free in order to remain.
Any sex slave failing these tests has a rather short life expectancy.
After about two hours of probing and constant inspection, another government worker
then uses a very long and ugly looking needle and inserts a computer chip directly into
our navels. She then tells us about some of Sexhaven’s unique laws concerning its sex
slaves.
“For starters, all sex slaves must be registered and licensed,” she explains, “with
your registration number – the one branded on your right ass cheek -- on display at all
times. That means that all sex slaves must keep his/her right ass cheek bare and always
totally uncovered.”
“In addition, the electronic chip embedded in your navel contains all your sex
slave registration information,” she continues. “Since it’s also an electronic GPS
tracking device, it also alerts the authorities and local yokels if you enter any
forbidden zone or attempt to escape the island.”
I learn later that since the four of us are all licensed for bisexual activities,
we are allowed to enter most of the sex establishments in town. Our only restriction is
any building displaying a ‘Gay Men Only’ or a ‘Sex Free Zone’ sign.
After our indoctrination, the other three girls rejoin us and we are once again
lined up single file with our tit and clit clamp leashes in place. We begin walking to our
new home, ‘The Bottomless Pit.’ As we pass through the center of town, I am amazed at the
variety of fetish and kinky nature of all the bars and sex related businesses. Each and
every one is a sex haven – and most cater to a specific sexual fetish or fantasy.
One place is called ‘Hog Heaven’, specializing in BBWs. No, not five or ten pounds
overweight women. Each whore tips the scales in excess of 200 pounds. A cornucopia of fat
tits and asses. Beside it is a place called ‘The Golden Shower’. Not hard to guess its
specialty. We even pass one called ‘Naked Catfights’ and another called ‘We Love it
Greek’. I make a mental note about both of those places.
On the other side of the street I see two more specialty sex clubs – one catering
to gays and the other lesbians. We also pass one called ‘Tranny Town’ with a storefront
displaying shemales with very big tits on the top and very big cocks on the bottom. Of
course, there is a club that is tailored to the spankos with pictures of both naked men
and women receiving spankings and floggings.
There is even one called ‘CD Heaven’ where the guys in drag on display are very
feminine and almost beautiful. Another one we pass caters to bisexual swingers. We even
pass a public latrine and I notice the doors are not labeled ‘men’ and ‘women’, but
‘regular’ and ‘alternative’.
After seeing all the sexual diversity on display, I am now wondering what my
attraction at ‘The Bottomless Pit’ will be. What will I be offering to our clients that
they cannot buy at one of these low-cost street front brothels and sex bars? That, and
plus the island seems to be loaded with beautiful, nearly naked free women all looking to
give it away.
Finally we reach the largest of all the buildings in town, ‘The Bottomless Pit’.
Master George must be the wealthiest of all the sex shop operators, for his club is
without a doubt the largest and fanciest on the island. I know that I probably will get
lost in that building and maybe never see the outdoors again. It appears larger and more
complex than most of the largest Las Vegas casino/hotel complexes.
We do not enter the main gate but we are taken around back to a door labeled
‘Slaves Entrance’. Master George tells us that the only time we will be permitted to enter
the main door is if we are with a client who takes us out and wants to return with through
that entrance. If we are alone or with another sex slave, we must use the ‘Slaves
Entrance’.
Upon entering the building, Master George stops and takes off his trousers, undies,
socks, and shoes. He comments that the ‘Bottomless’ rule applies to everyone – including
him. That massive rod of his suddenly flops free and all I can think of is ‘how can I get
it into my snatch’. I am ready for action again.
We walk down a couple of dark corridors and then we enter a large dormitory area.
It is filled with about a dozen young girls, relaxing, reading, and generally killing time
while they are waiting for their next shift to begin. He also tells us that these girls
are all ‘Fuckbunnies’, which is what all the street level whores are called at ‘The
Bottomless Pit’. I later learn that they are called ‘Fuckbunnies’ because they are
expected to fuck like rabbits in heat.
Next, Master George tells Jane, Barbara, and Carol that they are now officially
‘Fuckbunnies’, and that this is where they will be living whenever they are not on duty in
one of the street level sex cubicles. He also informs them that they are not allowed out
of the ‘Fuckbunny’ area without a staff member escort. They also are not authorized to
take their clients into the main part of the club. Pure and simple, they are cheap whores
and their job is to fuck as many guys, or women, as possible during each shift.
He points to the far wall, where we can see about two dozen small doors – each
about 12 feet apart. He tells them that those are the street level cubicle entrances, and
they will be in one of those cubicles fucking for cash for 12 hours each and every day. He
also tells them that they will have a monthly monetary quota that they will have to meet
if they want to stay in his service.
We then overhear him telling the Chief Fuckbunny that he has three new girls for
her, and that she is to send the three Fuckbunnies with the lowest monthly earnings to the
‘Used Slave Exchange.’ That does not sound good, whatever it is. That’s the last I ever
see of Jane, Carol, and Barbara, for each is then told to report for duty in one of the
street level sex cubicles and start earning her keep.
Then, the four of us are led down another hallway until we reach the public
urinals. There is a single line consisting of both men and women waiting to enter. Master
George explains that all urinals are unisex. There is no division between ‘men’ and women’
in the urinals. He leads us inside and we notice that there are no privacy walls between
the urinals where both men and women are seated on the ‘thrones’.
Next, he takes us over to one of the unoccupied urinals, lifts its lid, and we can
see a young blonde-haired slave’s face waiting to service a ‘customer’s needs. He then
takes us over to another unoccupied one, lifts its lid, and we see that it’s empty. He
gives Jennifer a grin and tells her that this will be her new home in a few moments.
Then Master George tells Sharon, Joyce, and me to ‘wait here’ and takes Jennifer
over to a maintenance closet. Or, so it appears. Actually it is a stairwell doorway. They
descend the stairway and are gone for about 10 minutes. When Master George reappears, he
is alone. He reopens the formerly unoccupied urinal lid again, and low and behold, we see
Jennifer’s lovely face looking up at us and awaiting to service our needs.
Joyce and I both give each other a sigh of relief, knowing that we were originally
scheduled to become urinal slaves, too. We do not know what we did to get rescued from
that duty, be we are sure glad we did. We feel sorry for Jennifer, but it’s ‘survival of
the sluttiest’ in our new world.
Next we are then led down another dark hallway to a set of stairs, and then descend
to an underground chamber. At the foot of the stairs there is a huge stone wall with heavy
wooden door in its middle. Master George opens the heavy wooden door, and then we enter
one of the darkest, dampest, and ugliest dungeons that I have ever seen. It’s the biggest
one, too. He explains that it’s intentionally kept dark and damp to recreate actual
dungeon conditions from medieval times.
There are bondage and BDSM devices of every make, shape, and size imaginable.
Pillories, stocks, racks, bondage tables, St. Andrew’s Crosses, spanking benches,
sawhorses and more are all either in use or ready for its next victim. There are also
suspension chains of every type, size, and height available and ready for use. Along the
walls are whips, floggers, quirts, paddles, and more.
We also see cages, each one measuring about 3’ x3’x 4’, some of which already have
totally naked slaves locked inside. Obviously, these cages were designed to keep the
slaves from either standing up or laying flat while in the units. They also are stacked
three high, so the slaves in the bottom row also are recipients of the droppings from the
slaves caged directly above them.
We look around and see both men and women serving as both subs and doms. Master
George explains that all the totally naked female subs are slaves, but there are a few
women that are actually clients who pay for his dominatrix slaves to punish them. Ditto
for the men.
Master George explains that the sub slaves are always locked in one of the cages
whenever awaiting clients. He then signals to the Chief Dominatrix to take Sharon over to
the spanking bench and lock her up.
“Let’s see how long it takes her to start making us some money today,” he adds
before signaling to Joyce and me that it’s time to leave.
We are then taken back into the main part of ‘The Bottomless Pit’ and eventually
end up at a private elevator. He uses a special elevator key card, and then pushes the
button for the ‘Sub Penthouse #2’ floor. He explains that after our training is complete,
we will be given an elevator key card, too. When we exit the elevator, I see what appears
to be another large dormitory with about 25 absolutely gorgeous slaves all lying about
awaiting their next client.
Some are reading, some are watching porn flicks, and a couple are even pleasuring
themselves. However, I also see one in the far corner that is hanging from suspension
cuffs. She also has multiple red stripes across her back and ass.
Suddenly one of the slaves comes up to Master George, drops down to her knees and
begins kissing his big cock. He lets her continue for about 30 seconds before telling her
to stand. He then introduces her as Chief Escort Slave Wilma, and then tells her that she
has a new escort slave and hands her Joyce’s tit and clit clamp leash.
Master George then asks Wilma about the slave hanging from the cuffs and is told
that she has missed her quota for the second month in a row. He then tells her to replace
that slave with Joyce in her escort rotation, and reassign the offending slave permanently
to dungeon duty as a whipping submissive.
He then takes my tit and clit leash and we get back on the elevator and go up to
the Penthouse. When we arrive, I look around and see an absolutely gorgeously decorated
floor. It’s all open, with glass walls encasing the bedroom areas. There are very large,
king sized beds in each of the four corners of the room, and an extremely large one in its
center. All of the outside walls are totally glass, too, so anyone with binoculars can see
what’s going on inside the penthouse.
Master George explains that the center bed is his, and he always has at least two
of his PSGs (‘Private Stock Girls’) sleep with him whenever he is home. As I look around
the room, I see five girls hovering around one of the beds in the corner. What’s unusual
is that four of them are kneeling on the bed with their asses up and out. The fifth girl,
an absolutely beautiful African, is standing behind them with a 10” strap on jutting out
from her pelvis.
Master George calls out to the African. She quickly comes to greet us with her fake
cock, along with her massive 38DD tits, bouncing up and down with each step. Her ebony
skin is rather dark. She has beautiful facial features and jet black, waist length hair.
She appears to be about 5’7” tall and about 140 pounds, and naturally her pussy is shaven.
“Chief PSG Karenna,” he says, “I would like you to meet your newest ‘Private Stock
Girl’, PSG Kathy.” Karenna just stands there, ogling my body. She then takes my tit and
clit leash from Master George, pulls me aside, and then starts walking around and
inspecting my body.
“So, this is the stuck up Bitch that’s too good to work her way up like the rest of
us,” Karenna says. Technically she was talking to Master George, but her comments are
really aimed at me.
“Careful, Karenna,” Master George replies. “You know what happened to Alice when
she got too big for her tits.”
“My tits are much bigger than hers,” Karenna replies with a smile on her face while
holding both her big boobs up and out with her two hands. Master George only chuckles at
her brashness and confidence. Later I learn that Karenna is Master George’s favorite girl
– partially because he loves the taste of chocolate pussy.
Next, Karenna points at the floor and tells me to get on my knees. Master George
nods his approval, so I quickly drop directly in front of Karenna.
“OK, Blondie,” she orders. “Let’s see how good you are at sucking a cock.”
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