Slavery

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A shared fantasy

This was wrote for my pen pal. I intended to give this to her after we met but I believe we will never meet.

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Michelle Part 6 Punishment

In this chapter, Michelle finally gets the punishment she earned for breaking the rules earlier. But life doesn’t exactly turn out the way I’d planned.

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Somalia Pirates and Their Prey Chapter Four

This is a continuing story of A young English woman in her last year of college is recruited along with other young women into a clandestine naval intelligence program that promises technical challenges travel and adventure! But end up with her seeing and  the other girls experiencing several bound heart stopping sexual situations that take them to the very edge, and beyond perverse humiliating sex, much more than most women can imagine, much less experience in a lifetime!

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Naughty Naty: Learning Her Place 1

BRIEFING
After writing my first & rubbish story, I received a comment telling me to write a BDSM story, this is the introduction and beginning. If you like and would like to read the rest, just post a comment and I’ll upload the rest on the parts.
Regards,
NatalieINTRODUCTION
“Hello?” I whispered, “Hello? Is anyone there?” my voice echoed.
There was no answer. I was standing. The floor was cold and my arms were stretched above my head. There was total silence. From the far corner in the room I heard a slight chuckle.
“Who is that? Help me” I pleaded.
A gush of air passed me. I couldn’t see a thing. I suddenly heard lights being switched on and I sense a vague amount of brightness. But I was blindfolded and I couldn’t see a thing.
“Very nice” a voice said from behind me.
“Who are you? Please help me” I felt a presence circle me.
“I’ll ask the questions” the voice replied.
“What? What the fuck is this?”
“Not to worry, with time you will learn” the voice said in a calm tone.
When I felt a damp, hot breath on my body, I realised I had no clothes on.
“Get the fuck off me, prick!”
“I’m not touching you” he sniggered
“Please? I don’t know what I’ve done but I am sorry. Just let me go and we can forget all about it. I promise I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go!”
“Oh, I know you won’t tell anyone, Natalie, even if you did, no one would believe you”
“What do you mean? How do you know my name?”
“Ohh, I know a lot about you, Natz. Opps wait, I forgot, you hate being called that. Nobody would believe you because, not only are you a vivid liar, but you also over-exaggerate every situation.”
“Please, just untie me.”
“Not only do I like the view and the anticipation of what I am about to do you, but I need to teach you a lesson and hopefully change your selfish ways”
“YOUR FUCKING PSYCHO!!” I screamed
“Yes, bark dog, bark.”
“MY DAD WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD.”
“Well, he’d have a pretty good reason too. But it would be worth it. I wonder if you are as good a shag as your Mother.”
“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?” I tried to shake free but it was no use, I was securely fastened in place.
“I didn’t have to tie her up though; she willingly sucked my dick and licked my ass. But I want you. I want a tight pussy. I want a firm ass.” he said with accomplished tone in his voice.
I am 16 and have long dark hair. I am 5ft 7 and have green coloured eyes. With my slim/athletic I have a lovely pair of 34B sized tits.
“YOU SICK FUCK!!”
“Natalie, you can scream all you like; here I’ll help you; HELP ME, HELP ME. SOMEONE RESECUE ME!!” He yelled whilst stamping his feet on the floor.
“Right, okay. What do you want from me?”
“Well done. Now you are ready to comply, here are the rules of the game.
You will speak only when spoken to.
When you do speak, you will address me as ‘Master’.
You will wilfully submit yourself to any position ordered.
Now the consequences; if you resist me, fail to address me adequately, or disappoint me in any manor, you will under go appropriate punishment.
Of course, there are rewards too, these consist of my cock and your need to come, and it goes without saying that you will receive neither of these without begging or at least asking politely.
Now, Natalie, do you understand?”
“This isn’t fair”, I pleaded
“OUCH! For fuck sake. Yes, okay” I shouted after I had received a harsh slap on the side of my face.
Again, I endured another slap on the opposite side my face.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked
“I thought I was meant to be doing the begging around here? But yes, I understand, Master”
He twisted my head to the right and whispered in my left ear,
“That’s better. But don’t get fucking wide, slut”. My head fell to my chest.PART 1
I felt my cheeks burnings. I felt dizzy. My arms felt numb. I was hungry too.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
“Fine, Master!” I growled.
I don’t know how I got here, I remember leaving school and passing the church but after that and before I woke, well, it is all just a blur. I don’t recognize the voice either, defiantly a male though.
Why am I here? Am I going to be raped? Or worse, killed? I am scared.
“You have been very patent. I will allow you to see your owner”, and with that he ripped the duct tape violently from my eyes as well as pulling half of my, once, gorgeous hair out.
It took me a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. The lights hanged bare-bulbed from a ceiling which seemed to go on forever. The exterior was, well, bland. A grey and cold colour scheme, not the most welcoming room, I have to say.
And there he stood, my “master”. He was a black man, muscular frame, shaved head and piecing blue eyes. I’d say he looked about mid thirties to early forties. He wore a tight white vest and black combats. With his mean expression I could tell he meant business.
“Please, Master, may you release my wrists? I can no longer feel my arms.”
“Wriggle free, Bitch.” He crept behind me and violently grabbed my ass. I flinched. He pulled at my body and then peered over my shoulder,
“Are you a Catholic girl, Natalie?”
“No, master” he pulled away from my body and within less than a minute or two, a whip across my back struck me.
“ARGHHH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” My body jilted forward. I could tell from the numerous leather belts that landed on my body that he had his ‘cat-o-nine-tails’ out. In his other hand, he had, what felt like, a feather and caressed the spot where he beat me.
“OUCH!” he struck my thighs, but then tickled them with his feather afterwards.
He then returned to give my back another seeing-to. He continued to thrash my body and then brush the sting off over and over. The sensation was unbearable.
“Please, master, I am sorry. Please, it hurts”.
“Shut up, Cunt. You are here to serve me. I am enjoying myself.” He sharply replied.
I began to cry. I didn’t deserve to be beaten like this. He must of heard me sobbing because he repeatedly told me to ‘shut the fuck up, or else’. The ‘or else’ part worried me. Can it get any worse than this?
Thankfully, he eventually stopped,
“You look even better now. You’re my slut. Did you enjoy it?” I had tears streaming down my cheeks, “Answer me!” He walked in front of me and was right in my face. I looked to the ground. “ANSWER ME!” he screamed. It was the first time he had raised his voice.
“Yes, Master.” I muttered.
“You whore.” and with that he took a step back and with his right fist he swung for my left cheek. Blood was dripping from my nose and mouth and it mixed with the tears.
After his violent outburst, he got onto his knees in front of me and lifted my right leg over his left shoulder to expose my freshly waxed pussy. He then savagely inserted his index finger from his right hand up into my cunt.
“OWWW!” I screamed. He ripped out his finger and threw my leg to the floor.
“Well, considering your entire pussy is numb and soaking wet, yeah, I’d say you fucking loved it, you dirty slut.” He said feeling, some-what, pleased with himself.
“Have you done A-Levels before, Natalie?”
“I am studying for them just now, Master.” He then burst out in a fit of laughter. I was confused.
“HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKED UP THE SHIT-PIPE, YOU STUPID BITCH?!” he shouted in my face.
“Err, no, Master” I hesitated.
“Wait. You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked while staring down at my pussy.
I didn’t reply. I was ashamed of not having sex before. All my friends had but not me. It wasn’t as though I wasn’t “ready” either, nor was I ugly, it’s just, I liked others to respect me, so that meant I had to respect myself. “Ohh, this day just keeps getting better and better. A sixteen year old virgin? My goodness.” I hanged my head down to the floor.
He walked behind me and started to stroke my legs and work his way up. His touch tingled. He caressed my tummy and worked up to my breasts,
“Perfect size, just enough to hold in my hands, and possibly my mouth”. He rubbed them together and then rolled each nipple between his thumb and middle finger whilst grinding his hard-on onto my ass; this made my nipples erect and my pussy even more wet. After that, he gently moved my hair so he was able to kiss my neck. His hands and fingers ran up and down my arms and he reached for the bar that my wrists were tightly attached to. He released the lock and my arms collapsed to my sides. I was free. I spotted the door and chased for it. I tried the handle but it was ajar. I pulled at it hard and to my delight it burst open. As I took my first few steps out of the hell-hole I met two massive black men. They both stood well over 6ft. They were dressed in the same clothing as the first man but had tinted shades on.
I punched and kicked them both and tried to move them out of my way, but it was no use. They stood like a solid wall with their arms crossed.
“Please, I’ve learnt my lesson. I am sorry.” I pleaded.
“Not this again,” Said my Master, “Please, men, adopt position one.” Before I had time to beg even more, I was face down on the floor with my hands twisted behind my back where they met my feet. I felt a man’s knee pressuring on top my back to hold me in place. A rough rope was tied around my wrists and the same with my ankles. They joined these roped together with another. I was completely bound. My Master appeared before and tied my hair back with a hairband.
“Get that stupid mutt out of my slight. If she wants to leave, throw her out. My Master dictated.
The two strong men picked me up and carried me outside.
“No, please don’t. I am begging you. I will do anything. Please, it is too cold.” My cry went unheard and to ensure I was seen and not heard to anyone else either, a dirty cloth was forced into my mouth and securely shut with a strip of duct tape. My eager eyes pleaded for the men not to leave me on the sidewalk. They didn’t. They stayed by my side a few yards away. It was a busy street; cars zooming up and down and pedestrians walking along the pavement. I didn’t recognize the street, nor any of the people the walked by, I have to admit that I was, some-what, relieved that none of my family nor school friends had seen me in the state and position I was in. The men were silent. One or two civilians tried to help me, but once they seen the two “bodyguards” they quickly fastened their step and moved on. I felt humiliated. Bystanders looking at me in disgust, other passers-by would snigger comments about how fine my ass looked and congratulated the two men whilst gulping at my exposed holes. I felt like I was lying on the pavement for hours when suddenly, one of the men clasped a handful of my hair and dragged me back. I tried to scream but it was no use. It was sore. Thankfully, after awful ordeal, I felt the warmth of the indoors.
“Move then, Bitch” One of the men said. I just laid there. I was unable to move, plus I didn’t know where to go. The man began to drag me with my hair again across the rough carpet. The sensation was horrible and it burned like hell. The other man politely knocked on the door and waited patiently for a request to come inside. It was the original room we were in. The man threw me to the floor on my stomach.
“How was your little break of fresh air? You can’t say I, we, are depriving you of sunlight, can you not? I wouldn’t want to think we were dehydrating or staving you either. So, if you care to look to your right you see a nice bowl of pedigree food. Now for the fluid.” My master stepped in front of me and began to unzip his combats. I knew what was about to happen. I vigorously shook my head.
“Open up, Girl” he said with a wide grin on this face indicating for me to open my mouth. I was staring up at him but instead of reaching for his cock and spun around and reached for a basin of freezing cold water.
“HAHAHA! Embrace it, Bitch” he snarled as he threw litres of freezing cold water all over my naked body. My eyes clenched shut. I shivered. I couldn’t open my mouth so I had to inhale deep breaths through my nose. My lovely long locks were now all damp and knotted. I cried. It felt like my heart stopped when the first drop of water hit my cold and tender body. The 3 men just laughed in my face. While I was recovering from the impulsing shock my master told me that while I was out he had been getting set up.
“I am sorry, Alec. I know I promised you first go, but I can’t allow you to take this whore’s virginity,” My master explained. Alec was the man who dragged me by the hair around the building. “Please, Les, if you may?” My master asked as he pointed at me. Les looked the youngest out of the three men; he was the “polite” door knocker. He straddled the back of my head and began to untie the ropes. After they were loose, my arms and legs collapsed the hard floor. He got off the back of my shoulders, knelt in front of me, raised my head and ripped the tape from my face. My head then thudded the surface and I spat out the dirty material.
“Natalie, would you care to hop onto this piece of apparatus?” suggested my Master. I hesitated.
“Or, perhaps you need to dry off outside?” And with that I quickly rose from the floor and walked toward him. The end of Part 1, leave comments etc and let me know what you think.
Constructive criticism alway appreciated.
Regards,
Natalie

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 12

This is the last chapter to the series. The teachers, Dawn and Sandy, and Julie are turned over to be entertainment for several student. All the while Cindy and Susan are being programmed.

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At the baths

A submissive school girl takes a trip to the swimming pool with her master, but are they alone?

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The Slaves of Paine Ch. 1

This is a revision of Trixie – Chapter 1: Waiting with corrections made and a better title. In case you didn’t guess from my username, this is a furry based story. There will be humans and half furries in it as well but mainly furries. Half furries are like catgirls and such. Chapter 2 will be here soon.

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The Photo Booth part

This is a fantasy that my Girl had when she was a young teen and is quite erotic, it is about how my girls young mind while in puberty viewed this sort of thing and what she fantasized About at that age.

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To Fuffill One’s Lusts

Just a short one for practice, but if it’s well liked I’ll continue it. It’s not ment to have much details of the people so one can place themselves in this situation, if they feel so inclined.

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Wow Lust at Sea chapter 2

Callie had always hated pain. Hell, she hated work of any kind. She had been born on a farm and hated every moment of it. Nothing but work from sun up till sun down. But when she reached the age of 14, her parents allowed her to go and study the ways of magic. For someone like Callie, it was the best choice. She would stand in the distance, say a few words, and slay her enemies. But when she got to the Mage trainer, she found that she didn’t like the work they gave her there as well. From sun up till sun down they made her study, polish her wand, collect herbs, and so on.
It seemed to just get worse. Once she was done with her basic training, they expected her to go out into the ‘real world’ and earn her own living. Luckily for Callie, she had been blessed with a great body. Lightly tanned skin, blond hair, and D cup breast. She used her features to get any man she wanted. Of course, in bed she didn’t do anything. She just lay on her back while her current squeeze fucked her. That was how she got by.
That was, however, until the pirates came.
After she was taken aboard their ship, she was taken to the lower deck and tossed on a stack of hay. She tried to get up, but stopped when she saw that she was surrounded by a Night Elf, two Orcs, and a female Troll. The Troll said something in her language and the Night Elf nodded. He then pushed Callie back onto the ground. As the two Orcs began to strip, the Night Elf began to tear away at Callie’s clothing until nothing was left.
Callie tried to resist, but the Night Elf sat on her stomach. She watched as he then unzipped his pants to pull out his purple cock. With a grin he spat in the valley between her breasts and then placed his dick between them. He then pressed the two mounds of flesh together and began to pump. While this was going on, the Orcs grabbed Callie’s hands and brought them to their own cocks. Immediately Callie pulled away but the Orcs quickly grabbed them once again.
“Not a good idea girly,” said the Troll. “We be doing this all day if we have to.”
“Stop this!” demanded Callie as her hand were forced to wrap around the green dicks.
“My captain has ordered me to begin ya trainin girly,” said the Troll. “I be called Zem’hula, but you will refer to me as Mistress Zem’hula or just Mistress. Understand?” Callie said nothing as the Night Elf came all over her face. With a sigh, Zem’hula bent down and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it. “Understand?”
“I won’t do it you stupid Troll,” spat Callie. She braced herself to be slapped or something cruel like that. But instead, Zem’hula just let her hair go and moved over to one of the Orcs. She whispered in his ear and he grinned then nodded at his fellow Orc. After getting her to let go of their cocks, which wasn’t all that hard, one of them laid on the ground next to her while the other picked her up.
“Well then, since ya don want to jerk them off, we’ll just have ta do something else,” said Zem’hula with a wicked grin. The Orc that held on to Callie managed to spread her legs and position her above the other Orc. Callie tried to fight her way out, but the Orc was just too strong. Her pussy was then positioned right above the head of the Orcs dick and then she was simply release. Pain filled her body as if she was being ripped in two. Tears fell down her face and her mouth was open in a silent scream.
“Lookie here,” said Zem’hula as she walked around to the girl’s front. “Ya nipples be as hard as rocks.” It was true; both of Callie’s nipples were now hard and pointed. With one hand Zem’hula grabbed Callie’s breast and squeezed it while the other hand reached into a pouch at her side. When it reemerged, in-between two of her fingers was a needle. Callie’s eyes widened in shock and pain as Zem’hula placed a bit of the spirit of fire into the needle and the Orc began to thrust upwards. Zem’hula squeezed her breast with one hand and then plunged the needle right through her nipple. Callie screamed in pain as new tears filled her eyes. Moments later, before Callie could recover, Zem’hula did the same to her other breast.
“Like that you little bitch,” swore the Night Elf. He pointed his hard cock at Callie as he continued to jerk off with a sick grin on his face. Moments later he sprayed the girls face with his seed.
Zem’hula wasn’t done with the human. As the crew continued to have their way with her, the Troll pulled out a pair of nipple rings and a silver chain. As the Orc continued to fuck the blond, Zem’hula attached the rings and then the chain. With each thrust the chain bounced with her breasts, making a shaking sound.
The Orc suddenly grunted and made one final, powerful thrust into Callie. Callie screamed harder than ever as the Orc shot his seed into her womb. When he was done he turned to his side and let the girl fall to the ground. She lay there, panting, covered with both blood and cum.
“Think ya done human,” said Zem’hula with a grin as she held up the needle once again. “Next we be doin something bout that tongue of yours.”
-x-
Raalia awoke, naked on the floor of the captain’s room. For a moment she wondered where she was. And then it hit her like a mace. She had lost her purity and for a brief time became a being who only desired pleasure. She remembered how she cried out to him, wanting more. She remembered how her body trembled at his touch and obey him. But why? Was there something in the tea she drank?
“Good to see you’re awake,” said Adren. Raalia quickly turned her head and saw him standing in the middle of the room with the female Orc. Gritting her teeth, Raalia glared at the two of them which only made the human chuckle at her defiance. “I see you haven’t lost your spirit. Good. Now then, Grima here will be putting you to work until supper. And when you are finished you will report back here so we can continue your training.”
“Let’s go,” said Grima as she grabbed Raalia by her arm.
“B-But what about my clothing,” stammered Raalia. Grima simply grinned.
“Whoever said you needed clothing,” she answered. Raalia tried her best to struggle, but the Orc was too strong for her. She was forced out of the bed and led straight out of the cabin. She tried her best to cover herself with her free hand, but Raalia soon realized that her arm just couldn’t cover everything that she needed to cover.
It wasn’t long until they were both out on the main deck and under the sun. Most of the crew looked like they were working on repairs to the ship, maintenance, or simply cleaning it. But when they saw her they stopped to stare at her naked form. So whistled in her direction while others snickered behind her back. She could feel their eyes all over her and could hear the things they were calling her. Slut. Whore. Captains bitch.
“Here we go,” said Grima as they stopped in the middle of the deck. Raalia noticed that there was a bucket full of water and a rag. “You’re going to clean this entire deck and you’re going to do it quickly. Have you ever done this before?”
“I have cleaned statues before but
”
“So no then,” said Grima with a grin. “I’ll show you how. Just watch me.” Grima bent down and picked up the rag. She then got on all four except she kept her legs straight so that her ass was high in the air. Also her legs were far apart enough so that Raalia could have seen her pussy had she been wearing nothing. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, Grima’s checks had darkened as if she were blushing. “This is the position that you want to be in.”
“I-I can’t,” stammered Raalia. Grima stood up and turned to face Raalia with narrowed brows.
“Can’t,” she asked, “or won’t?”
“I won’t do it,” said Raalia. “I
” She stopped as Grima slapped her so hard she fell to the ground. She looked up to see a very pissed Orc glaring at her.
“You think you have rights here?” demanded Grima. “Think you’re special because the captain is training that body of yours? You’re nothing but a slave now, a walking sex toy. The only reason the captain took you is because he is bored of fucking human sluts! And when he breaks you, and he will, you’ll be sold and you’ll be happy. Happy to have your masters cock pound you day and night. Happy to lick his dick day and night. Happy to lick your mistresses pussy or asshole. That is your fate!”
Without another word, Grima grabbed Raalia’s arm and pulled her up. She was then dragged over to the mast where she saw several chains attached to it. Before she knew what saw going to happen to her, Grima had chained her arms and legs to the mast in such a way that her legs were spread apart and her arms couldn’t cover anything. When Grima was done she stepped back to admire her handy work.
Raalia couldn’t believe this. She was naked, chained to a mast, and completely exposed with no way to defend herself. They could do anything to her. They could rape her at any moment and all she could do was call for help that would never come.
“Alright men,” said Grima. “Remember, this bitch is the captains. So I don’t want to see any cocks in her ass or pussy. Or anything that would damage her.” Grima then turned towards Raalia and bent down so that her face was fight in front of her pussy. She used her fingers to stretch it out and then spat on it.
“Please don’t,” begged Raalia. But her protests stopped and was replaced by moaning as Grima began to use her skillful tongue to lick her pussy.
“Trust me, this is only the beginning,” said Grima.
-x-
Adren looked down at Velithela as her head bobed up and down on his cock. Her skillful Blood Elf tongue wrapped around the shaft while she sucked on it teasingly. While they might resemble humans, Adren knew that they were perhaps the most skilled lovers out of all the races. He soon felt ready to cum when Velithela released his cock and began to slowly stroke it.
“Tease,” he said with a grin.
“I know you love it,” she replied before giving the shaft a long lick. “So tell me, are we going to keep training those two here?”
“For now,” replied Adren as he pulled Velithela onto his lap. He sucked on her neck, causing the Blood Elf’s head to be thrown back. “We’ll be heading home so we can train them more properly. Then the real fun can begin.”

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slaver or collecter GIRL 2 help

Help, help, help
I start writing the next part of this story but I got lost! I need your help!
I have different paths that this story can go down, I think I went the wrong way so I need you to help me pick the right direction.
Paths:
1. Omar marries Jane and the story goes in that direction.
2. Steve marries Hanna , take her back to the USA.
3. Steve goes back home is computer co. needs help, he hires a woman but then bring her back to Dubai to train as a slave to run his business.
If you have another direction you would like me to go in let me know.
If you help me out let me know if you are male or female. Should I go deeper into the sex parts.
I just started writing to help me with my writing, I do not mind you saying what I am doing wrong or right. If you have a chance drop me a line.
i had to ad part1 to get enough words.
so you do not need to read any more
Slaver or collector
My name is Steve and I am a collector, some people call me a slaver.
I do not run around looking for young female to kidnap just to send over seas to sell.
You might ask why I do this? Money, money,money.
So far I have sold 6 women for 1 million dollars each.
That money is in a number bank account in an Arab country that the US Government knows nothing about it.
How did I get into this business?
A few years ago I was a computer geek, had my own business doing computer network and security work. One weekend I was in Vegas at a computer electronics show looking at the new things out on the market. The first booth I was at had some old out of date equipment but the guys were good at sales. There was a man in the booth they were giving a good sale pitch to, he looked like he was Arab . I left that booth and looked around going from booth to booth looking at cameras, computers and other new items. About an hour and many booths later I ran into the Arab guy from the first booth. I asked him if he had purchased anything in the other booth, He said no but he was looking into it. I said he would be wasting his money, the system was old and had many problems. He asked how I knew? I gave one of my cards and told him that that’s what I do for a living. He asked if I could help him find a system for his palace and maybe set the system up for him! I would be glad to! I need the blue prints for your house and what type system you want. He said when he gets back home he would send everything by e-mail and maybe we could do business.
Weeks went by, no e-mail. Then a large e-mail came with everything I had asked for. I looked it over, came up with some ideas, e-mailed him back with my proposals. He e-mailed me back, said that I needed to come over to see his place and start installing the system.
Weeks later I had purchased everything, booked a plane and was off to Dubai. A limo picked me up, in an hour we pulled up at this big palace, the Arab man from the show opened the limo door and showed me into a large living room. There were 2 women sitting on a rug in burkas waiting for us to sit down to talk things over. Omar the Arab man offered me a drink, introduced his wife Sasha and the other woman Hanna. We talked for a while then he said that I must need some sleep! He told Hanna to show me my room, make sure I was ok, to give me anything I needed. Hanna got up walked down this long hall, opened this big door and showed me into this great bedroom. She then said master is there anything you need! I said no, no, no, I am not your master! She said that in this country I was and she was here to serve me. I said thanks for showing me my room and I would see her later. She started to take her burka off, I said wait a minute Hanna! She continued to undress and wow what a pretty girl she was! Hanna what are you doing? My master said I was to make you happy and to take care of your needs. Hanna you do not have to stay here with me! You can go! She said that if she did not make me happy she would get in trouble with her master and be punished. She then said she would give me a great massage to help me get to sleep. Ok that will work! that way you will not get in trouble.
I went into the bath room, took my cloths off except for my tee shirt, under pants, wrapped a large towel around me and went back out to the bedroom. Hanna was down to her underwear, wow what a great body she had! I asked her how can a pretty Arab girl would have a name like Hanna. She said that is not her given name but a name her master gave her, she really like it. She then says that I needed to take the rest of my cloths off and get under the sheet on the bed so she could start with her massage. I took the tee shirt and under wear off, got under the sheet and Hanna got on top of my ass and sat there. She pulled the sheet down exposing my back, took some lotion and started to give me a massage. Her fingers were very strong, worked on all the muscles in my neck, back and arms. Then she moved down, sat on my legs, pulled the sheet down lower below my ass, put more lotion on my back and down on my ass. She rubbed my back, moved her hand down on my ass, up and down my crack. She was good at what she was doing! My cock was getting bigger each time her fingers went in the crack of my ass. Then she put more lotion on my ass, moved her fingers into my ass. I had never felt anything like this before, she kept moving a finger in and out of my ass. God this was great! Hanna’s other hand went down, started to massage my nuts, reached under, started massaging my cock, I was ready to come and she knew it. She then turned me over put her mouth over my cock, started to suck taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. Just then I shot my load into her mouth, she took every bit, kept sucking until I was done. She then looks up at me and asks if I was happy! God yes I am! Hanna then moved up next to me, pulls the sheet over both of us, hugged me and says she likes me. We went to sleep.
The next day I woke up feeling Hanna playing with my cock! When she sees that I am awake she gets up on my cock, slides her pussy down over it, start rocking up and down. What else can this pretty Arab girl do! Up, down faster and faster. I am going to shooting my load again! she knows exacting when, she pushes down, my cock hit her cervix just as my sperm shoots out and into her. She has to be the best fuck I ever had! She keeps her pussy pushed down until I finish shooting. she then gets off, puts me into her mouth and sucks me dry.
Hanna then gets up, put her hand out for me, pulls me up out of the bed and guides me into the bath room. Turns the water on in the shower, pulls me into the water and start scrubbing me. All over my body, I try to wash her but she says no it is her job to clean me. When done she get a big towel, drys every part of my body. Again I try to do her and again she says no! Then she says that while I am here you are my master! I will do anything to make you happy! I give up! I can’t fight city hall.
I start dressing, Hanna puts her burka back on, that pretty girl is gone under that thing, all I see is her eyes. We go back out to where Omar is, he looks at me and asks if Hanna was ok last night. I said she was more that just ok.
Oven the next week I wire, install cameras and hook the whole palace up with one of the best systems ever. One day Omar is talking to me and asks if I have a girlfriend? I tell him yes I do and she is very beautiful, I open my wallet to show him some picture of her. Omar looks at her and said she is one of the most beautiful girl he ever saw. I said yes she is but some times she is a real bitch! Omar says that next month when you have to come back to finish up the system, why don’t you bring her, I think she will like it here! I said I will think about it but will Hanna cause trouble? She will not dare!
Everyday for the week Hanna is mine! She sucks, fucks, massages and all kinds of other erotic things. I am going to hate to say goodbye.
Well I am done, it is time for me to go, Hanna says she has one more tread for me. In my bedroom she starts a massage, starts moving down my back, her fingers are at my ass but this time she opens my ass cheeks and starts tonguing my ass hole. Her tongue goes in and start moving around, my cock is erect, she has a towel under my cock. Her tongue is going in and out, then it goes all the way in, my cock erupts and is coming, coming and coming. She pulls herself up and says she wanted to save the best to last. Boy did she!
Back home every time I have sex with my girlfriend I think of Hanna! I ask Jane if she would like to go visit Dubai next month when I have to go back to finish my job. She says she sure would! Now let me tell you about my girl! She is 22 years old 36d 23 38. blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes you have ever saw. You just look at her and fall in love. But as I said some days she is a real bitch, she thinks she is always right and she will not let anyone talk down to her.
Next month we get on a plane and fly to Dubai. When we walk into the palace Omar looks at Jane and knows she is one of the most beautiful woman he ever saw. Omar introduces his wife and Hanna. They are both in their burkas, Jane is taken back by them. How could a woman wear one of those things! When we are in the bed room Jane tell me that she can not believe a woman would wear one of the burkas! I tell her that Omar’s wife wants to take you out shopping the next day to show you some of the local customs. Jane say she would like that and maybe she can convince her to leave the burka behind.
The next day there is a knock on our door, it is Omar’s wife in her full burka. Jane follow her to the limo, then asks her is she could take the burka off. She says no it is part of her life and she has no interest in taking it off. She then reaches over and hand Jane a cup, says it is some local tea, she will like it. Jane takes a big sip, says it is really good! Sasha tells her to keep on drinking. The limo pulls up to this little shop, Sasha and Jane go in and move to the back room, Sasha takes her burka off, Hands Jane some more tea. Jane is feeling real funny and mellow. Sasha goes over to Jane and whispers in her ear that she should try on a burka just to see what it feels like. Jane says not in her life! Sasha hands Jane some more tea, she take a big sip and again Sasha whisper into her ear to try on a burka, this time Jane is not so much against it. Sasha hand her another cup of tea, this time Jane says she will try on a burka. Sasha takes a new burka shows it to Jane and tell her to take her cloths off. Jane starts undressing down to her panties and bra, Sasha says you have to take everything off. She takes her bra off then her panties. Sasha looks at her and says that she needs some trimming. Jane pussy has lots of blonde hair! She has never trimmed it and never thought about it. Sasha starts putting the under garments on Jane, then takes the burka puts in on her but doesn’t close the top. Jane says that the burka fells good. Sasha hands her some more tea to drink. Then she closes the top so you just see Janes eyes. Sasha says how do you feel! different but ok! Now we are going to do something different! We are going to take this travel mug with this long plastic tube, put it under the burka so you can drink the tea without anyone seeing you. Sasha puts her burka on, they both go for a walk into a mall. Everyone seeing the 2 of them bow their heads to them as they walk by. Jane leans over and ask Sasha why is everyone bowing to them? Sasha says that her burka show that she is the wife of the prince. Jane says that they are bowing to her too! Well Sasha says that I dressed you in number 2 wife burka. But I am not number 2 wife! Sasha say she knows but that was the only burka there. They walk around for a while, every so often Sasha tell Jane to drink some more tea and she does.
Back at the palace Steve is doing the final things on the system. Omar tell Steve that he would like to buy Jane! Steve says that she is not for sale you can not buy people. Omar says that in this country you can! I will give you 1 million dollars!
Steve: I can’t do that!
Omar: Look you said she was a real bitch sometimes. I tell you what Steve if she decides to stay here I will pay you 1 million dollars. Ok!
Steve: I know she will not want to stay here.
The girls get back into the limo to head back to the palace. Back at the palace they go into Sasha’s private room, Sasha keeps tell Jane to sip the tea. They take the burkas off, Sasha says it is time for Jane to get a spa treatment! Hanna comes in, they take Jane into the spa area, start bathing her, when she is out of the bath, Hanna dries her, lays her down, start rubbing lotion all over her. She put lotion down on her pussy hair, then they start trimming her pussy hair. They get the hair nice and short then put on some clear liquid, let it sit for a few minutes then they wash it off. Jane’s pussy now looks like a new born babies pussy. No hair.
Tonight we are going to have a special dinner! It is going to be you, my husband, Steve, Hanna and myself. At this dinner you are not allowed to speak! So we are going to put this little ball gag in your mouth, it has a hole in it where we put a tube so you can drink. You will be drinking some more of the great tea you were drinking all day. We will be in our burkas, you will do as I tell you. Ok? Jane says yes anything you say.
Omar tell Steve that tonight at dinner he will be surprised! Just go with the flow ok! Steve says ok.
Steve and Omar go sit down for dinner, the door opens, in walks 3 woman in burkas. Steve can not believe what he sees! Jane in a burka! No way! The 3 woman come over sit on the rug and just look a head. A 3 piece band set up in the corner, start playing fast music. Then they play a slow song, Omar gets up, goes over to Jane, holds his hand out to dance, she takes his hand and they start to dance. Jane feels something inside her burka, then she feel Omar hand on her pussy. His finger is moving up and down her pussy slit, she start to back away from him but he pulls her closer. His finger is at the top of her pussy playing with her clit, moving up, down back and forth. Omar moves his mouth next to her ear, you are beautiful!, tells her she is getting turned on by his finger, she loves the way his finger feels rubbing her pussy. she is getting so turn on he tells her to come, she starts to shake and is have an orgasm. She can not stand any longer so Omar holds her up until she can stand. The song ends, Omar escorts her back to where she was sitting, she sits, Sasha leans over, tells her to drinks some tea. Her head is floating, she feels like she is in never, never land. Steve looks but can not believe what is going on. In a few minutes another slow song, Omar goes over to Jane again to dance, she gets up, goes with Omar, start dancing. Again she feels his hand on her pussy! Omar start talking to her asking her to stay and be his number 2 wife. He tells her that Sasha can not have children and he want Jane to stay to bear him children. She start to back away from him but he pulls her close again. He then says I want you to come! Again she start to shake, another orgasm, she leans into him again, he holds her up. Omar takes her back to where she was sitting, Sasha leaned over, tells her to drink more tea. A little while later another slow dance, Omar has Jane dancing again. His hand is on her pussy again but this time she is pushing into his hand. He looks her in the eye and says that he wants her to stay! She looks at him and shake her head yes! He says that she will love it here! Now I want you to have another orgasm, she shake, shakes and shakes. When she finishes her orgasm Omar dances with her a little while longer. He tells her tonight he wants her to go back to Steve’s room and fuck his brains out. Tell him that she is going to stay here to get married.
After the dinner they take Jane to Sasha’s private room, take the ball gag out of her mouth, give her some more tea then tell her to go back to Steve’s room in her burka. For the night he is her master, fuck, suck and to anal if he wants.
Back at Steve’s room there is a knock on his door, he goes over, opens the door and there is Jane in her burka. She says master can I pleasure you! She walks in, takes off her burka, Steve sees her clean pussy, she will not look him in the eye any more. Steve looks at her, pulls his pants down, says blow me. She gets down on her knees in front of him, takes is cock in her mouth and proceeds to give him the best blow job he has ever gotten from her. Next he got her up on top of him, had her fuck, fuck and fuck. He can not figure out what they did to her but what a great lay she is. All night long they fuck, suck and he even fucked in the ass.
The next day she tells him that she has decided to stay, marry Omar and have his children. Steve can not believe it.
They dress, Jane back into her burka, she now loves it. They go out to see Omar. Omar hand Steve a check for 1 million dollars
This is the first girl Steve sold! Omar has some papers for Jane to sign. He gives a copy to Steve so he can show everyone that Jane stayed willingly. Jane goes back to Sasha’s private room, takes her burka off, Hanna starts giving her a massage, Sasha comes in and kisses Jane. Jane is now so much in love with Sasha, Omar and Hanna she just feels so peaceful and warm! She takes another sip of tea and smiles.

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WoW Lust at Sea chapter 1

It had started out as a simple day out at sea. Funny how things can change so quickly. They had only been out a couple of hours before the attack began. The pirate ship seemed to descend upon them like a hawk snatching its prey. The brave Alliance sailors tried their best to repel them, but they were out manned and out gunned. Even so, the pirates seemed to fight to capture and not kill. Several people were injured, and badly, but no one was killed.
Yet.
Raalia now sat on the ground with the others all lined up in several neat rows. She was a Draenei priestess who had been on her way to the Eastern Kingdoms to meet up with her guild in Stormwind. But now she had to deal with this mess. The pirates stared at her perfect hourglass shaped body and C sized breasts that went well with her light blue skin as well as her dark long hair. Her stomach was flat due to years of fasting which made her look even more appealing. Her small lips and silver, almond shaped eyes fix her oval shaped face perfectly. Two tentacles were on each side of her neck and her hooves were shinny as well. Her robes were red and tanned colored which showed off all her curves.
Beside her were two other women. One was a young blond woman with tanned skin. From what Raalia knew she was a low level mage named Callie. Then there was a pink haired Gnome who was a beginner warlock whose name she didn’t know.
None of them were even close to these pirates’ power or skill. Their races varied. There were several Orcs and Trolls but there were also a couple of humans and Night Elves as well. Here and there she could see a goblin or two mumbling to themselves about who knows what. Yet out of all of those who attacked, three stood out above the rest.
The first was a female Troll who was dressed in a brown bead covered kilt and a matching mantle draped over her shoulders that only covered her breasts. Her skin matched that of the Draenei, but her hair was a bright green color that stood up like three Mohawks that were braided at the end. Her tusks were smaller than most females, toothpicks compared to that of the males of her race. From what Raalia had seen this Troll was a shaman whose magic healed her crewmates while they fought.
Then there was the female Orc who wore the skimpiest clothing of any of the pirates. She was dressed simply in a small loin cloth and a fur covered bra. Her brown hair was braided into a single long pony tail that went past her ass and ended with a large white fang. Her face looked soft and smooth compared to the males of her race giving her a more pleasant look. However it was hard to see that while she was firing her gun during the fight while her spider pet shot its webs at the sailors.
Finally, there was the female Blood Elf mage. She wore a red button up shirt that was only buttoned right below the breasts showing everyone her cleavage as well as her mid-section and white pants that seemed like they were skin tight. Her long, flaming red hair matched her personality as she took delight in setting several people aflame. And as she walked she swayed her hips back and forth in a seductive manner.
Suddenly, a large figure began to walk the board the connected the two ships. It was a Tauren, and an old one at that. He had a horn missing and seemed to be wearing glasses.
“Captain on deck,” called out the Blood Elf once the Tauren stepped onto the ship. The Tauren then turned and moved out of the way for the figure behind him. It was a human with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a long red jacket that was lined with gold and open so that all could see he bare, muscular chest. He also had on white pants and black boots. What was truly shocking about him was his sized. He was barely above five feet tall and his face gave him the appearance of someone much younger making it impossible for anyone to guess how old he was. On his hips were two swords that seemed to drip a strange green liquid.
Once he was on deck, the Blood Elf practically draped herself onto him from behind. Her small hands rested on his shoulders as she pressed her body against his. She moved her head close to his ear and whispered something. Whatever it was seemed to please the captain for a small smile appeared on his face. Raalia fought back a gasp as she watched the pirate captain reach back and squeeze the Elf’s ass. Then he turned his attention to his captured crew.
“Listen up,” in said in a surprisingly deep voice. “I am Captain Adren Hellstein, leader of the Nether Sea Pirates. We refuse to bow before the power of the Alliance or the Horde. I don’t care what race you are, who you side with, or anything. Once you are in our sights, you are our prey. Now, letting you live means that there will be more sailors out there to loot in the future. So as long as no one tries anything stupid we can make this nice and quick.” He turned and looked at his men. “Check their cargo and take their weapons. I want this raid to produce more than a few coppers!”
His men cheered as she ran down to the holds below the deck. As they did, Raalia felt the captains gaze fall on her. He seemed to be studying her and nodding every once in a while as if he were looking at a check list. He then turned his attention onto Callie and seemed to repeat the process, but with fewer nods. Slowly his gaze fell back on the Draenei which made her feel every uncomfortable. The gaze was like a blade which pierced her to the core. Like he was ripping off her clothing with just his eyes. A sigh of relief almost escaped her lips once his focus was taken away from her as his crew began to bring up crates from the lower decks. The Tauren pulled out a scroll and a quill pen as he began to inspect the contents of each crate. Then after each one he would say something in his native tongue and the crate would be taken to the other ship. Once the last crate was onboard the Tauren turned toward Adren and grunted.
“Not enough,” he said as he handed his captain the scroll. Adren scanned the scroll and slowly let out a sigh. Then he turned to his captives.
“We have a problem,” he said simply. “According to my trusted colleague, what we took from you won’t even cover the costs of the cannon balls we fired at you. Nothing but cheap weapons, rations, and wool. Now, who will speak for all of you?”
“I do,” said the Captain Heroldmoore as he stood up. He was an old man from what Raalia could tell. His hair was grey and had a scar on his left eye.
“I see,” replied Adren. “Well then, I’m feeling good right now so I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the female Draenei and human to make you for our loses. In exchange I’ll let you and the rest of your crew go free. I’ll even let you keep your rations.”
“Never,” said Heroldmoore as he spat on Adren. “I demand that you fight me one on one for
” He didn’t get any farther as Adren vanish and appeared behind him. Then, in a single motion stabbed him in the back. Then, just as quickly, Adren pulled out his blade and allowed Heroldmoore to fall to the ground.
“Now who is in charge,” asked Adren. The first mate stood up, shaken at seeing his captain killed before his eyes. “Do you agree with my terms?”
“Y-Yes sir,” stammered the first mate. Adren nodded and motioned towards the two women seated on the ground. Two orcs then went over two the two women in question, picked them up, and carried them over to the pirate ship.
-x-
Raalia found herself in the captain’s private quarters. She hadn’t seen Callie since they had been taken onboard. The last she saw of her she was being taken to the lower deck. Raalia knew that she might have shared her fate had the captain not ordered her taken into his private quarters.
The room itself wasn’t unpleasant. One entire wall was a window that allowed her to see were the ship had been and on both sides were bright red drapes. Currently she was sitting on a nice oak bed while facing a bookshelf on the other end. The door was closed and she was sure it was being guarded. Right now they were too far out at sea for her to try and escape. But once they made port she would make her break. It was her only real option.
There was then a knock on the door and a moment later Adren walked in. with him he carried a pot and two empty cups which he placed on a small table near the bed. Silently he poured tea into both cups. When he was done he pick up one and began to drink from it and then set it back on the table to show that he had in fact drunk from it. Finding herself thirsty, Raalia picked up her own cup and drank from it.
“It’s good,” she said. “What is it?”
“Steelbloom Tea,” said Adren as he picked up his cup once again and then sat down next to Raalia. “It’s an old family recipe. You’re now the fourth person to have tried it on this ship except for me.”
“I am honored,” said Raalia as she drank a bit more tea. “So, what is to be my fate?”
“Direct I see,” said Adren. Raalia suddenly began to feel warm, but ignored it to listen to her captor. “Right now I think you can guess what I plan on doing to you. However, the overall scheme is that I plan on selling you.”
“Excuse me,” demanded Raalia. However, her voice was a bit weaker now. Also, the heat was beginning to grow. It had begun in her stomach, but was now moving towards her legs. She could feel her panties getting wetter.
“I’m sure that you think that there are no more slaves,” said Adren as he drank from his tea. “But that is not true. Secretly, there is a good market for sex slaves. Most people want blondes or anything with a big enough bust. But there are also those who want something more
exotic. And you don’t come across a find like this every day.”
At this point, Raalia was on her back. Her mind was a haze of lust that began to eat away at her rational mind. That space between her legs was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel herself getting wetter and wanting something that she knew she shouldn’t. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle as her hands lipped under her robes to caress her folds.
Adren smirked at the Draenei masturbating before him as he set down his cup. From his pocket he pulled out a small dagger and brought it to her neckline. Then, gently, he began to cut his way down until her robes were ripped to shreds. But he didn’t stop there. He also cut off her bra and finally her panties. Now standing he began to admire his handy work. It seems that either priestesses shaved or that Draenei were naturally bare. As he marveled at her body, he began to undress himself until her was equally bare.
Deciding to take her body for a test drive, Adren went to one of Raalia’s hardened nipples and gave it a lick. Hearing her respond with a moan, Adren began to circle it with his tongue and from time to time flick it. At the same time he moved his hand over her other breast and began to play with it. He pinched her nipple and gave it a good twist. He kneaded it for a while and then he gave it a good slap.
Slowly, Adren moved down her body until his face was in front of her pussy. He stared at it as her hand continued to play with herself. Moving her hand out of the way proved harder than he thought for she kept putting her fingers back into her pussy. In the end, Adren had to hold both her hands at her sides so that he could enjoy his meal in peace. And enjoy it he did as he dove it with long, deep licks. Adren found that the taste of pussy juice was different between the races. He had expected Raalia’s to be more like an Orc’s, which had a bitter sweet taste to it. But instead Draenei pussy tasted sweet like strawberries. Raalia arched her body as his tongue began to tease her clit. Electric shocks surged through her body as her eyes rolled back into her head. Soon she found herself trying to thrust herself into his face so that his tongue would go deeper.
“On all fours, like a worg,” he commanded. Raalia could do nothing but obey. She wanted more, she needed more. Of what, she didn’t know but some part did. And that part told her that in order to get it she needed to obey. Soon she felt something long and warm rubbing against her slit. It went back and forth slowly, coating itself with her juices. She began to moan loudly, her eyes closed. Nothing else existed other than this wonderful feeling. Then, to her horror, it stopped.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Oh, it’s not over yet,” said Adren as he trusted his entire cock into her pussy. Never before had Raalia felt such pain. She screamed as tears ran down her cheeks. She could feel her blue blood run down her legs. Her grip on the sheets tightened and her head sank to the bedding.
Adren paused as he allowed Raalia to get used to the feeling while he savored her pussy. It was so tight and warm. It also felt as smooth as silk. It was taking a lot for him not to cum in her right away. But he couldn’t cum yet. He had to let her feel it all before he started training her. That was his way of doing things. His crew had their own way of training new girl, but he preferred a more gentle approach. Slowly, she would give herself to him. She would play any game, perform any act he desired of her. And she would do it all willingly.
Deciding that she was ready now, Adren began to thrust slowly, causing her to hiss. Smirking, Adren pulled back until he was almost out and then moved forward. It was so, so very slow that it was painful. Soon Raalia began to feel the same way as she moved her hips back in an attempt to keep his cock inside her.
“So you like this?” he asked. Raalia moaned in response and Adren slapped her ass. “When I ask a question you answer! Got it?”
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes, I love it!”
A smirk appeared on the captain’s face as he increased the speed of his trust. Raalia cried out again, but not out of pain. The pleasure was overwhelming her. She was seeing colors she never knew existed and could hear her own heart beat. All that mattered right now was this pleasure at this moment. She had been a fool to lock herself away in the life of a priestess. And the pleasure kept on building up like a tidal wave until finally it seemed to explode as she came. But the captain didn’t stop, he just kept pumping into her as she felt another build up and then explode. This happened several more time until he finally came inside her. His hot seed hit her walls causing her to cum one last time before passing out.

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