" I.uhhh, I HATE ya!"

"'You' - you mean 'I hate YOU'', not 'YA'."

She chose to ignore his stupid correction. "Ya can all go ta fuckin' HELL! Uhhhh, y-ya c-can.uhhh." The tears betrayed her again. "Uhhh L-Leroy - master - p-please d-don't make me do this."

"Shhhhh, slave. All the way down, Gina - take me all the way inside and then pleasure yourself. I want you to climax on my cock.and don't bother trying to fake it!"

Ohh this was too cruel, too distressing. They were alone in Master Leroy's apartment at New York Center, together on his huge bed. She was straddling him as he lay on his back with his hands behind his head. And she wasn't even chained or fettered! But there was no point in resisting this tall, powerfully built man - he was far too strong, far too quick.and far too skilled with women to be deceived. She stared down at his dark, firm and muscular chest, unable to look him in the face. This was the most awful thing she had been made to do since her abduction and she felt as if she was tearing apart inside. Being forced when restrained was somehow easier to accept - to be taken captive and then brutally raped or abused was something she could understand, even if it was horrible. Even being brought to climax when fettered was somehow OK.because it wasn't HER that was responsible - it was THEM who were MAKING her cum. But THIS.this was breaking her heart! He was being so gentle, so patient and it was too cruel - they were making LOVE and he wanted her to ENJOY it! A-and I.I AM! A-and it.UHHHHHHHH!

His kindly whispered words just made it worse. "Gina, don't fight yourself. You are a pleasure-slave and not a trapped animal. Why are you so upset by this? Don't you want to feel good inside?" She tried to stop shaking and kept her face hidden behind a curtain of raven hair. "Okay then, Gina. Take your time - just rest on me. Lean forward and hold me. And tell me what is stopping you from enjoying your beautiful, sensual body."

Miserably, happily, confusedly, she obeyed and pressed the side of her face against his chest. This was the man who had abducted her, who had abused her, who had WHIPPED her until her screams had become whimpers.and now he was stroking her head and holding her close! "I.uhh, I don't m-make l-love ta guys." She still couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Ya see, it." Ohh, how could she explain? Her voice became swift and cold. "Ya don't get close ta the.John - he screws ya for sex and ya screw him back an'.an' ya s-switch off inside an' th-think of the dough." She hated herself - that was an awful thing to say. He'd be furious and punish her!

"But I am not a 'John' and this is different." He hadn't got mad at her. His voice was still calm! When Gina tried to answer him her voice just wouldn't work and tiny sobs were all she could manage. "Tell me, slave - have you never felt love for a man? Has there never been anyone special in your life? And I do not mean Alexa - yes, we know about you and her." How? How did he know? How COULD he know what it felt like when that cute little English broad worked magic with her tongue and lips?

"Uhh, th-there was this guy once.he was a cop.uhh but he was a GOOD guy, yanno? H-he w-was real nice a-an I th-thought maybe one day." For a tough, streetwise New York hooker, it was hard for her to open up - especially to a MAN. "Th-then my brother g-got into trouble with the pushers.I h-had ta work the fuckin' streets w-when I was only FOURTEEN j-just ta save his goddam l-life!" She sighed and forced herself to continue. "But.he died from some bad junk an' my momma just turned to the wall an' she went back to Puerto Rico an' left me ta." The broken sob she'd tried to fight down so hard escaped from her trembling mouth. "An' this cop.he uhh looked out for me an' gave me food when things were tough." Gina fell silent, as though she had said far too much and was deeply ashamed.

After a long, painful pause, his fingers began to gently twine her jet-black hair. There was a slight chuckle in his voice. "Well, I'm relieved to hear that you don't think ALL cops are bad!" His words startled the stunning, un-tamed creature that clung to his body. She stared up at him with dawning comprehension written on her face. "Yes, little Gina. I was also one of 'New York's Finest' until I had a little career change." He didn't offer any more explanation and drew her back down to him. "Now, let me think.that Officer at the precinct - Martinez, wasn't it? Is he your 'good cop', Gina?" A tiny nod, almost a sob. "I thought so - Martinez was the only cop you trusted, yes?" She didn't need to reply. "He came looking for you at Witness Protection, Gina. He tried to find out if you were safe - if you were OK." She couldn't stand any more. Her body was wracked with huge, aching cries that left her gasping for air. All the hurt, the grief, the shame - all of it poured out as she nestled against master Leroy's warm chest. He made no move to stop her, offered no soothing words but held her close and gave her the time she needed to exorcise her past and begin to embrace her future.



".into a state that has been described as 'hyper-orgasm' - see the way her eyes are flickering and the coloration over her breasts?" Her master's voice was like a faint, ghostly echo. Alexa shuddered in an intense, CONTINUOUS climax that thrilled every fiber of her body.

Another distant voice - Rosario's ".ultimate pleasure, I see. But what about the pain, Charles - you said you used them both together."

".resonance.harmonics.threshold." Her master's faint words meant nothing to her - there was only the incredible, wonderful sustained orgasm gripping her fettered body. ".second dial, Rosario - slowly and.not touch.frame or.severe shock!" Something else, something claiming her attention - AWFUL PAIN! Alexa writhed in desperate agony as the ultrasonics were joined by strong jolts of current throughout her cunt and ass. It seemed to be starting in her clit and running through her labia then her plugged anus and it was getting WORSE! NOOOOOOOOOOO! The bitter, stabbing hurt so BAD! It was spoiling the orgasm. n-no, uhhhh it, uhhhhh it w-wasn't - it. th-they w-were. p-pleeeease d-don't. UHHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUURRRRRGGGHHHH! Her senses threatened to totally overwhelm her mind. Alexa stiffened then went strangely still while the rapid vibrations and savage current met, opposed, entwined and JOINED in their unstoppable assault on her body! ".enters a trance-like state we dominants can only guess at, Rosario. The conjoined pleasure-pain induces what is sometimes called 'slave-space' - Alexa is still conscious, still with us.but my little slave is also somewhere else."

"'Somewhere else?'" Rosario leaned forward in fascination but careful not to touch the metal frame or the trembling creature who stared vacantly back with both pupils fully dilated. "Is it like shock? How long can she last like this?"

Master Charles adjusted the controls to maximum, causing Alexa's whole body to shudder violently. She was glistening with perspiration. He looked behind the frame, nodding with satisfaction at the way her toes had tightly curled. "No more than about thirty minutes. After that, there is a risk of respiratory collapse - she might forget to breathe! I am only going to give her half that time on this occasion - she is still recovering from her earlier punishment." Alexa heard and didn't hear, saw and didn't see. Something else was present at the very edge of her consciousness. It was growing, rushing towards her - like an approaching tidal wave or a beam of indescribable light.she felt as if she was floating, as if she was being cradled like a tiny infant.as if a woman was bending down to kiss her forehead.as if a Female Voice of incredible power and warmth was telling her inside her head 'My child.not yet, My sweet child - not yet'.then it was all suddenly gone. Alexa snapped back into the room and slumped in the harness as the shocks and vibrations ceased. She felt a deep sense of loss tinged with awe - something had changed inside her head. It wasn't the roller coaster ride of the most incredible mind-blowing slave orgasm she had just endured. No, it was a very small change.but it was profound. She forced herself to focus on her beloved master's face. When their eyes met and locked, she felt so in love with him and so loved back that it actually hurt inside her chest!

Master Charles carefully released Alexa from the pyramid frame and gently lifted her limp body down to the floor. He removed her gag, loosening the ring through her tongue from the ball but he left her fettered and harnessed at his feet. "She will recover soon. We just need to give her time, Rosario." He clipped a leash chain to the front collar ring on her harness and secured the other end around one leg of his dining chair before ruffling her damp hair. "You know," he continued talking to his host as if nothing of importance had just occurred. "This is the best Prosciutto ham I have ever tasted."

Rosario's laughter as she pressed the buzzer to summon a servant echoed through the room. "Oh Charles - you are so amusing! Alexa can have no idea how lucky she is to be your slave." But her words were not lost on the little slave who had summoned just enough strength to writhe across the floor and feebly press her forehead against her beloved master's shoe. As he reached down and slid his finger under her collar, Alexa felt a sudden rush of emotion. The force of her feelings shocked her - this IS my destiny! I was MEANT to be HIS slave.I was MEANT to be here at his feet! We are linked - master and me - I FEEL it!

The man who had been in earlier to set the table arrived and waited for Rosario's orders. "Gianni, please keep Maria occupied with plenty of extra work - she is NOT to be allowed time off this evening. I take it everything is prepared? Tonight will be a special night and I want it to be perfect." She leaned across to fondly touch master Charles on the hand. "You did manage to have all the items we discussed delivered, Charles dear?"

"The consignment arrived from our New York Center this afternoon while we were out riding, Rosario - Guy would have told me of any problems." He grinned at his hungry-eyed hostess. "And I took the liberty of ordering some additional equipment that you may find amusing!" He was rewarded by her throaty, wicked chuckle. "But I suggest we pause for an hour if you can bear to wait - my slave needs to be freshened up before she can be fed."

"Why of course - how thoughtless of me! I'll have Gianni here carry my WARD up to your suite." (Again, that subtle play on words - why does she persist in this futile claim over Alexa?) She turned to speak but her servant had already knelt and freed Alexa's leash chain from the chair. With one swift move, Gianni expertly scooped up the girl and effortlessly hoisted her over his shoulder. "Gianni is one of my grandfather's most trusted men, Charles. He used to work in one of our abattoirs but proved himself to be MUCH too talented with a knife to be a mere butcher!" She sauntered over to the bay window and settled on the wide, cushioned ledge while her guests disappeared from the room. Rosario knew how to control her emotions in public but her excitement at what was to come was so damn hard to contain!

Too restless to sit for long, she got up then went across to a drawer and began to check that each item inside was ready. Rosario lifted out a red leather riding crop and inspected it carefully, swishing it fiercely through the air, smiling at the satisfying sounds. The sun was already beginning to set across the lawns - the fall seemed to have arrived so early this year. It was at this time that her thoughts were at their darkest. She had been alone far too long - witnessing the intense intimacy between Charles and his totally vulnerable, trusting slave had exposed a well-buried emptiness she had felt inside ever since.no, don't even GO there! Oh, this night would surely be an interesting and welcome diversion.but once she had sated her immediate appetite Rosario knew the deeper hunger within would remain unmet. Being Don Marco's granddaughter certainly guaranteed her a fabulously rich existence but it was also a barrier. Rosario cut an isolated, lonely figure as she watched the last reddish hues of the fading light ripple across the ornamental lake. She let out a long, forlorn sigh before suddenly straightening her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath and throwing back her dark hair. THAT'S ENOUGH! Enough of this wallowing in self-pity - tonight, girl you are going to be a DEMON!



"Please help us! My father is."

"SILENCE!" The oriental man walked across the deck and fiercely gripped Caitlin's jaw making her squeal in fright.

"C-Caitlin, w-where are y-you.w-what is happening?" Maria was searching about, unable to locate her fellow victim and totally unaware that she was being observed. The cruel Oriental man placed a warning finger over Caitlin's lips then moved very softly across the deck until he was standing to Maria's left side. He studied her darting, sightless eyes then waved his hand directly in front of her face. "C-Caitlin, I-I'm so afraid - are you there?" Caitlin gasped when the man swiftly pulled a viciously sharp-looking knife from his coat and held it just inches away from Maria's belly. He paused, smiled and replaced the blade before dragging the Mexican girl by her hair towards the side of the boat. "UHHH, C-Caitlin! PLEASE.OWWWW!" Before Caitlin could scream and beg for her friend's life, the Oriental picked up the struggling, terrified girl and threw her overboard!

Then the man turned and regarded her as she shook her head in mute disbelief and horror. "So, you are for Yasov new slave - excellent! We teach Solsnetskaya lesson not sell Yakusa cut Cocaine AND we get bonus Mikhailov number one ally losing property and face too!" She didn't know what this sadistic killer meant - his harshly spoken words were meaningless but his obvious delight sent a further chill up her spine. Caitlin shook and kept her eyes on the deck - she felt as though she would be sick after witnessing how he had ruthlessly tossed poor Maria to her death. He lashed out and grasped her right breast, twisting and squeezing it until she shrieked in agony. "Now you tell who is your father - maybe Yakuza make good price too for ransom!"



He carries me wrapped in a towel over to the bed and dries me like a child i wear His collar His mark is on my body everything is simple for He is Master and i am slave i stretch out my limbs to be cuffed and tightly chained apart spread wide and taut so my body strains for release first the hard plug into my ass then three clamps nipples on fire clit screams in sweet agony He runs His hand over my trembling belly His fingers curl inside me i gasp then bite the merciful gag no words He chooses His silence but i have no sounds to give Him He knows me knows how to make my body dance until i can take no more He knows the moment His head moves down He kisses me as i yield to His touch for i am slave and He is MASTER