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No Sanctuary
(Miranda Birch)

"I... I still don't understand. What has gone wrong?" 



"You have gone wrong from the start," said Mistress Stone with an edge to her voice. "You... you stinking drugs dealer!" 



"I thought... I thought... you were one of us... with us..." 



Mistress Stone came closer to him, eyes now blazing. "Let me tell you something -- which might make matters clearer -- on account of filth like you, my sister died. She was lured into drugs; then became a pusher herself. She died at the age of 22. People like you are responsible for that..." 



"Well... I wouldn't exactly go along with that..." began Mike. At that point he received a pile-driving fist in his jaw which rendered him virtually senseless. He slumped back, moaning. 



Slowly, very slowly, he recovered, rubbing his jaw. He would have to deal with this mad-woman prancing about near-naked in kinky boots! She was up to something. And not for his good. Somewhere along the line, something had gone wrong. He gathered himself, filled with rage at the blow he had received, and hurled himself at the arrogant-looking beauty. Unhurriedly, quite easily, she cut him down with a Judo blow to the neck. Mike collapsed quite senseless to the floor. 



When he came around, some ten minutes later, Mistress Stone had a foot firmly on his chest as he sprawled on the floor. She seemed quite indifferent to what he could see of her body. 



"Let me make it quite clear, once and for all Mike, that you cannot overpower me. Stand up... come on stand up." 



She accompanied her words by a sharp kick in his side with her stiletto heel. 



Head throbbing, Mike got up. It was very evident that this bizarre woman knew how to look after herself. 



"You can make this as hard as you like for yourself," she said. "I don't care if I have to lay you out twenty times -- in the end, you will submit to me. Oh, and if you do ever attempt to attack me again, I shall flog you until you are senseless." 



Mike gasped. She really means it, he thought. And she can do it, she had proved that. She can lay me out. 



"Have you ever been flogged?" the statuesque blonde continued. 



"No... no, of course not..." 



"Why of course?" 



"People aren't flogged these days. It's barbaric." 



Mistress Stone laughed. 



"What a simpleton you are, Mike. People certainly are flogged. Certainly my slaves are flogged." 



"Slaves?" 



"Yes, you are one of my slaves now. On that account, henceforth, you will address me as Mistress." 



Mike shook his head in disbelief; but Mistress Stone took it for a denial. She punched him savagely in the belly and once more Mike collapsed. He was groaning breathlessly. 



"How do you address me, slave?" 



"M-mistress..." he managed to say. Had the whole world gone crazy? How could this be happening to him? Somehow he had fallen in to the hands of a vicious female sadist. A virtual madwoman. The idea was spine-chilling. He had heard about such women but had never seriously believed they existed. 



"I am leaving you for a while," stated Mistress Stone, "to think over your new situation. Your new status. That of a slave. A slave who has to obey my orders without question. A slave who will be punished if he does not. Clear?" 



Mike nodded, still not quite believing. "Yes..." he said. "M-mistress," he added quickly as he saw the dangerous glint in her eyes. Mistress Stone turned and headed for the door. He saw her smooth white back and that curvaceous bum. Oh, but she was a magnificent creature! Should he leap on her now, while her back was to him? Then he remembered what she had said. Flogging him senseless. He dare not risk it. Probably she was deliberately luring him on and would be ready to parry any attack. The door opened, she went through. He heard heavy bolts being drawn. This was indeed a prison... even more secure than the one he had just escaped from.