by Susan Sass
I removed the steel clamps from Leah’s nipples and pussy lips. She squealed as they stuck to her compressed skin. I yanked the clamps off and she howled and held her genitals and boobs in her hands afterwards. I rubbed her nipples and pussy lips before she gathered her clothes and quickly put them on.
‘Now, what’s the problem?’ I demanded.
Leah stared at me. ‘Mr Lowenstein, the senior partner, wants to see me, right away. He’s on his way down here, now.’
‘Please,’ she added, as she rushed to finish dressing, ‘go in there, quickly, Sir.’
She gestured to the closet. I hitched up my suit pants, grabbed my bag and went in. Leah closed the door behind me. I sat on a couple of boxes of papers, whilst Leah had a business meeting with Lowenstein. The session went on for about half an hour. Boring corporate law stuff; I almost dropped off during it. As Lowenstein was leaving I heard him say, ‘Leah, there’s a funny fishy kinda smell in here. Did you have tuna for lunch?’ Leah said she hadn’t and mentioned that she’d open the windows later on to let some air in. I almost cracked up.
When Lowenstein had gone, Leah opened the closet door and apologised profusely about the interruption. ‘Can we continue this at my place, later, Sir: You'll no doubt want to cane me, for being such a bad whore, huh?’
‘Oh yes,’ I said smiling a little, ‘you’ll definitely have to feel the sting of the bamboo, later on.’
‘Good,’ Leah said, bowing her pretty head. ‘I welcome your sadism, Sir, as a gift from you to me.’
After a deep kiss and a lot of mutual fondling, I left Leah’s office and went to a bar, near her apartment block. I waited out the hour until she would join me, jotting down scenarios for her submissive duties in a small black notebook that I kept especially for that purpose. I could picture Leah’s cute face, distorted with both pleasure and pain as she received the first stroke of the cane across her ass...then the joyous rush of excitement after the caning, as she accepted my cock in all of her randy holes.
Chapter 5
At that moment, Angie, Leah’s cute blonde PA, tapped me on the shoulder and announced: ‘Sir, Miss Williams sent me.’
I got over the shock and asked: ‘What for, is she delayed or something?’
Angie took out a small envelope from her purse and gave it to me. ‘Miss Williams said to give you this, Sir.’
I tore open the envelope and read the note. It was in Leah’s handwriting. It read: ‘Darling Sir, I’ve spoken nicely to Angie, and as her husband is away at the moment, she'll be joining us for some fun this evening, if it’s okay by you, of course?’
I smiled and looked at Angie. ‘You cool with this?’ I asked her.
She smiled back and said: ‘Miss Williams is a hot woman, Sir, and we’re very close. You come highly recommended, Sir...So here I am, if you want me.’
I knew that I’d be doing a lot more, later that evening, than just watching...
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Book 2
Lost & Completely Taken
This Book Includes:
Book 1
Book 2
Book 3
Book 4
Book 5
Book 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 1
JD Fisher sat before the video monitor and watched. The trip to his island was a long one and they kept her sedated the whole trip. She would be slow to come out of it. She was in a plywood room that was barred on both ends. The only other things in the room were a bucket for her waste and a dog dish with water in it.
She was still lying down, but she was shifting restlessly and he could see her eyes open squint and then her arm came up to block out the light. He knew that when she wasn’t quite fully awake. Once she came to her senses, she could look out and see a field full of workers and the lagoon. He thought it was about time to go and introduce himself now before reality and panic.
Her next conscious thoughts were that she was very warm, much warmer than she should be. Her head hurt and her stomach churned as she rolled over onto her back.
“Oh, man, Faith,” she chided herself. “You must have really tied one on last night.”
She opened her eyes which were immediately assaulted by bright sunlight. She shut them tightly again. A warm breeze played upon her skin. Sea gulls called to each other. She was not in her dorm. Gingerly, she squinted toward the source of light. Her blurred vision gave her the images of blue skies and tropical trees distorted by thick black stripes.
“Dreaming…” Faith concluded groggily and rolled on her side, allowing the blackness to take her away again.
He went to the cage and looked at her through the bars. She was still lying down, her eyes stubbornly clenched shut like she was fighting to stay asleep.
“Good morning, Faith, you are probably wondering what you are doing here and why.”
This time, Faith’s eyes flew open wide. The speaker was a man that looked to be around his mid-forties. He had a dark tan and was dressed in light colored shorts and a polo shirt. He stood on the other side of a door made of bars. Dizzy, Faith struggled to stand. She was in some sort of wooden box. There was an identical barred door on the opposite side of the cell. Faith realized she was trapped in.
She backed away as far as the cell would allow. The shift someone had dressed her in a shift and very exposed. It covered little more than a slip would and her undergarments were gone. She tried to stop the panic she felt rising in the pit of her stomach. She tried to think clearly through what had to be some sort of a drug induced haze.
“What’s going on? Who are you? How do you know my name?” Faith asked, trying to remember lessons learned from a woman’s self defense course she’d taken for a P.E. credit. The instructor stressed if one was cornered by an assailant, it was important not to show fear, not to beg or plead; to get angry, to demand and command.
“You are here because I wanted you to be here. Who I am is not as important as what I am. I am your Master. I know your name because I have had you investigated and followed for the last month. ” He paused for a second to let her digest his words. “You will be here for a long, long time, so you might as well get used to the idea. The situation will not change.” With that, he left her to dwell on what was happening to her.
“The fuck I am!” Faith yelled after the man. She ran to the barred doors and vainly tried to shake them loose. “Let me go now! I want to go home!”
She screamed herself hoarse. A few people walked by, looking as if they were used to seeing a scantily clad woman in a cage. No matter how she begged, pleaded, or demanded, they kept on walking as if she didn’t exist. She tried the door on the other side of the cage. It was just as solidly locked.
Faith began pacing, steeling herself for whatever was coming. She mustn’t cry. She mustn’t give into the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She had to think clearly, to look for and use every opportunity to escape.
Chapter 2
JD picked up the phone and called his overseer, Aya Chin. JD was very fond
of her. She had come to him as a purchase from her very poor Chinese parents when she was just 13 years old. He had trained her to be a slave to him. He had sent her to finishing schools and the oriental schools needed to be a perfect specimen. He wouldn’t admit to loving her, maybe he did. When she answered, he told her to come to his office.
“Immediately, sir.” was her response and the only one he expected.
Aya walked towards the big house. She had been busy in her quarters reviewing work assignments for the upcoming harvest and there was that little problem of that one slave that continued to get in fights. Aya was pretty sure that he was getting drunk but hadn’t found out where he was managing to get booze from. And he was a surly drunk. It did not take much to get him to forget his place.
Aya did not want to bring him to the punishment plaza for final judgment until she had all the evidence. Aya knew that the slave was not the only one getting drunk now and then. Master’s little trials were carefully choreographed little dramas with object lessons and she had no intention of putting on a show without all the players up on the little stage.
She had him chained to a post at the moment because the plywood box that served as a stockade had the new girl in it.
She knew about the girl. Nothing happened on the island without her knowing about it. But it had come as a surprise when they had brought the unconscious girl up from the yacht. Master had said nothing about acquiring a new slave. Aya did not question this. It did not occur to her that it was even a possibility to question her Master. He did things and she accepted them. Her mind spun back to the first time she had come here to her Master’s island. She had been only thirteen, barely a woman.
It was only a matter of a couple of minutes until he saw her up the path. She was an Asian beauty. 5’7” tall, a perfectly proportioned build, and she had coal black hair that went just below her waist. She was wearing her habitual uniform jump suit of gauzy white cotton. It didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. She walked with the dignified grace of a jungle cat.
Aya came into his office, knelt at his feet, and bowed her head, “You wished to see me, my Master?”
“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about a project I am starting. I have recently acquired a girl who I am going to conduct an experiment with. I had her investigated to see if she had the correct personality type. She was found to have a disposition towards being dominated. When my investigator went into her room, he found several romance books that had the heroines being ravished by a pirate, adventurer, and the like. He also found certain web sites that she visited that gave the indication that she fantasized about the same types of activities. I am going to give to her that wish.”
“I need you to help me. I am going to see if I can get her to serve me as my slave and pet by getting her to love me, need me, and depend on me for everything. I intend on her needing me for the very air she breaths.”
Aya listened carefully as her Master described this experiment he wanted to try, some new training technique that involved love and dependence. Aya knew about love. She loved her Master, but she also feared him. She wondered to herself how someone would want to obey solely out of love. Privately she regarded love as weakness. But it was not her nature to question.
“Just name what it is you want and it will be done. I am curious to know, Master, what it is you want me to do.”
“What I want from you is to be the ‘bad cop’ to my ‘good cop’. You will be responsible for her care. You will feed, bathe, clothe, and punish her. You will be the strict influence on her training. You will tell her the rules and be the one to enforce them. You will not show her compassion at any time. It is you she will come to fear and resent. She will see me as a gentle and loving influence, her savior.”
“How far must I take her?”
“As far as it needs to be and no farther, if she needs immediate correction, you may do so then. If there is a need for further correction and punishment, I will tell you what more needs done.”
“It will be as you command, Master. How will this new slave be addressed? Will she have a name?”
You will call her slave. I will call her by her name.
Chapter 3
JD had Aya follow him to the cell. He was going to give Faith a tour of the island and a brief outline of the rules and responsibilities that would be required of her. Just before they went in to get Faith, Aya put a belt around her waist and clipped the handle of a paddle on one hip and a flogger on the other. In her hand she had a collar with a box and electrode attached and a leash.
Aya inspected the girl in the cage critically. She was about 25, 5’4” tall, had long brown hair, and a little above average build. She had the good looks of a Midwest farmer’s daughter, nice, but not a flaming beauty. She was not much younger than Aya herself but she was soft looking and as much as she was trying to hide it, Aya could see her fear. She had moved to the back of the cage as was yanking at the bars in a futile effort to escape.
Aya took out the collar. Before leaving the big house she had tested it. Putting it against her skin and activating it. It had been powerful, making her almost fall to the ground. The batteries were under a cover that was held on by screws. Cleverly the screws were the electrical contact that touched the skin. Once the collar was locked onto the girl’s neck she would not be able to remove it or get the batteries out. There was a remote control that adjusted the mode. It could be set to shock on sound or by pressing a button on the remote.
The man returned. This time he wasn’t alone. Next to him was an Asian woman. She was a little taller than what was considered usual for her race. She was beautiful. There was a serene look about her that didn’t fit the situation. She was used to this. Just like the man, she was part of this whole bizarre scenario that was playing out with Faith as an unwilling participant.
On the Asian woman’s hips were a whip and a paddle like she was an actress in some weird kink porn film. An icy cold chill of fear rose from the core of Faith’s being. When in the hell was someone going to wake her up and tell her this was all a nightmare?
Desperate to get away from the pair who entered her cell, Faith dodged and ran from them but there was nowhere to go. Trapped, she tried to force one of the cell doors open in a futile effort to flee.
When she opened the door the girl made one more desperate attempt to force the other door open and then turned and moved toward them, her hands up ready to fight. Aya looked at her in disdain. Every move she made telegraphed her intentions. She was going to attack her Master, clearly seeing him as the threat. As the girl made a clumsy punch toward his midsection, Aya snapped a quick blow to the girl’s elbow knocking it aside, paralyzing her arm and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the floor. Aya knew how demoralizing a slap can be and it would shake the girl to her toes.
Aya quickly fastened the collar around her neck, deflecting a couple more feeble attempts at resistance. Grabbing the groggy girl by her hair and a shoulder she forced her to kneel before their Master.
“Slave, you will be silent while the Master speaks. The collar you wear will help you to remember this.” Aya could see the rage flare up in the girls eyes and thought to herself, “Good she does have some fight in her. This may just prove to be interesting.”
“The hell I will.” Faith thought, her head hurt worse than ever from the blow, she tasted blood in her mouth. Focusing on her anger, she kept her fear in check. A very large part of her wanted to plead and beg for mercy, to be let go but she knew that’s what they wanted. They would enjoy seeing her grovel. She would not grovel. She would not cooperate, no matter what they wanted to do to her, they were going to have a fight on their hands every step of the way. Faith grabbed at the collar and tried to rip it off.
“Get this fuck….” Faith began to demand when the shock hit her. Fire leapt down her spine and spread throughout her body. Her muscles spasmed. Blinding white light flashed in front of her eyes and exploded in her brain.
Aya watched as the jolt
of electricity took control of the girl, the muscles in her face constricting, her eyes bulging. Her mouth gaped but she could not scream. She could not even inhale. Aya felt a small twinge of pleasure as she watched the girl collapse into a twitching pile of limbs on the floor. Once she was limp Aya picked her back up and placed in the correct position at her Master’s feet.
The next thing Faith knew, she was being roughly picked back off the ground and shoved back on her knees. Too weak from the electrical assault, she remained still.
Aya pulled her back to her knees and said, “Every time you try to speak, you will be shocked and then whipped. Nod if you understand.”
Wearily, Faith nodded. She would have to wait and endure whatever they had in mind for her until the collar was off. Her head still pounded with a dull, throbbing ache and there wasn’t a part of her body now that didn’t hurt but her mind was still working over time. She gave a sidelong glance up at the woman. Never before, had she hated someone so much.
