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p>Ito Siteki cut the engines of the launch as he came alongside the jetty and threw the mooring lines to the three men who waited for him.

As soon as the boat was secure, he stepped ashore and waved a hand at the helplessly bound and gagged figure of Dawnelle, her naked body still roped to the steel ladder, „Good afternoon, Captain.

Get your men to bring her aboard the junk. I want to get under way immediately.“

Captain Akido saluted and gave the necessary orders and as he and Siteki strode away towards the junk, the two crewmen jumped onto the launch and moved to Dawnelle.

From the moment Siteki left her to steer the boat, Dawnelle had waged a determined battle against her bonds, but all she had to show for it was chafed skin, the ropes had not given an inch and she was still totally defenceless as the men grinned at her naked body.

Their hands went to her breasts and sex and as arousal crashed through her belly, she squealed into her gag, helpless prey to their casual lust and the immediate need their fingers created in her shamefully responsive body as they toyed with her.

Horrified by the men’s arrogance, but knowing that their treatment of her was no worse than any other captive slave would have been made to endure, Dawnelle didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed when they took their hands from her and began to untie the ropes that secured her to the steel ladder at her back.

They had not taken her as a full slave, but she was afraid that the respite would be only brief.

Once she was aboard the junk, there would be no hurry for them and no escape for her and as she faced the inevitability of multiple violation, Dawnelle moaned bitterly to the unwelcome surge of humiliating warmth that radiated from her belly as her body prepared itself.

With rope leashes knotted about her neck and her arms still bound behind her back, she could not resist as she was dragged aboard the junk and as Siteki ordered, „There. By the wheel,“ she was forced to her knees and tethered to a heavy iron ringbolt in the deck.

Trembling with fear, she could only watch as Captain Akido and his crew got the junk under way and sailed out to sea, heading for the distant mainland.

With the course set, Captain Akido switched on the automatic pilot and turned to Siteki, „It will be several hours, sir,“ he reported and Siteki gave a wolfish smile.

„Thank you, Captain. You recognise this female, I imagine?“

„Yes, sir. She came aboard as Mr Shimatsu’s guest when we transported the two slaves a month ago.“

„Quite right, Captain. At that time she was a guest and I have no doubt you remember how arrogant and patronising the bitch was at that time?“

„I do, sir. She lacked a proper respect for both you and Mr Shimatsu as I recall.“

Siteki nodded, „A typical Western female,“ he sneered, „But as you see, she has paid the penalty for her insolence. „

„Yes, sir. She is to be enslaved, I assume?“

„Indeed she is! Mr Shimatsu has kindly given her to me as my personal slave.“

„Congratulations, sir! A most generous gesture. She is very attractive for a Westerner and I am sure she will serve you well.“

„Oh, she will!“ Siteki assured him, „Now, Captain, I need to use your radio to report to Mr Shimatsu and I want a drink. I shall be below for a couple of hours.“

Akido nodded, then pointed to Dawnelle, „Do you wish me to have her taken below?“

Siteki glanced at his naked captive and shook his head, „No, Captain,“ he replied, „Keep the bitch on deck. I am sure you and your men can find some use for a slave, so do as you wish with her,“ and with that, he strode towards the hatch to go below.

Dawnelle gave a terrible shriek of anguish as she heard the junk’s crew given free rein to use her body as they pleased and she fought madly against her bonds as Akido and his two crewmen gazed at her writhing nudity, their eyes glittering with lust.

At the hatchway, Siteki paused, „Keep the bitch gagged, Captain,“ he instructed coldly, „I do not want her whining to disturb me,“ and he disappeared below.

Against the three wiry men, Dawnelle was powerless and in a matter of seconds was flat on her back on the wooden deck, the leashes tight from her neck to the ringbolt and her legs yanked brutally wide and tied with secure knots.

Then, as the junk ploughed on across the calm blue sea, the three men gorged themselves on Dawnelle’s inviting body, fingers capturing her breasts and nipples, fondling, rubbing and

squeezing until the tawny knobs stood rigid atop her swollen globes, lips and tongues sucking and licking between her gaping thighs until her labia and clitoris grew puffy and distended and her juices flowed like molten lava from the volcano of her belly.

Climax after climax ripped through her and as each man took her with massive thrusts of iron-hard erections, the redhead screamed and wept and sobbed, her submissions absolute as she came again and again to the ruthless demands of her merciless captors.

Taken for a second time by one of the crewmen and then by Captain Akido, Dawnelle’s ravaged belly convulsed with the instant surrender and fierce heat of a truly submissive slave, able to hold nothing back as she exhibited the uttermost depths of her subjugation and abandoned the last tattered remnants of her lost freedom as she hurtled into the bottomless pit of her slavery.

Bathed in the sweat of her frenzied exertions, her thighs and the deck beneath spattered with the silvery residue of her innumerable climaxes, Dawnelle slumped exhaustedly in her bonds, whimpering softly as slowly waning spasms rippled her belly and her tormentors dressed themselves, laughing and talking together in the aftermath of their pillaging.

Dawnelle looked at the three men who had used her so cruelly, but now ignored her and her brown eyes filled with tears of despair.

She knew she was a slave, for as the men had aroused and taken her, the initial terror she had felt had changed to something very different... an uncontrollable excitement and raging passion had seized control of her mind and body and even as the men had penetrated her to plant their seed in her belly, she had been unable to feel any shame or even remorse over her descent into a slavery that, somehow, now seemed to her to be strangely natural-and even desirable.

Brought on by a combination of exhaustion and the cumulative shocks of finding herself bound and used as a sexual plaything by first Siteki and then the junk’s crew, Dawnelle was in no state to fight the insidious acceptance that numbed her brain and as she sank deeper and deeper into the web of submission and subjugation that ensnared her, the quivering redhead was unable to see that her passive acquiescence was only the first step on a long, hard road which must lead her inexorably to permanent, unconditional and willing sexual servitude.

A sexual servitude far more intense and demanding that she could ever have envisaged and whose consequences for her future life came nearer with every beat of the junk’s engine.

Much later, Siteki appeared on deck and strode over to look down at her, smiling coldly as he noted the stains at her spread thighs, „Get her on her feet,“ he ordered, „Belly to the mast,“ and Dawnelle gulped as she was untied, hauled upright and held facing the thick wooden column.

Her arms were released, but were so stiff after her hours of bondage that they had no strength and could not resist as they were taken around the mast and her wrists crossed and lashed together, then attached to a rope and hauled upwards so that she was on tip-toe, her breasts and belly pressed tight to the unforgiving wood.

Her breasts were eased to the side, so that one lay on each side of the mast, then her ankles and knees were forced forward in the same way and bound tightly, leaving her hugging the wood between her thighs as if it was her lover.

More ropes at her thighs, and waist held her in an inescapable embrace with the broad trunk and her eyes widened in dreadful shock as Siteki produced his crop and moved behind her, „You have served as a slave,“ he hissed, „Now you will be whipped as one!“ and he sent the flexible leather slashing across the hapless redhead’s presented buttocks.

Dawnelle jerked forward, her pelvis and sex grinding against the smooth wood as heat erupted in her bottom and she squealed into her gag, but she could not avoid the merciless leather and her squeals and the frantic jiggling of her breasts and bottom brought cruel smiles to the faces of the

watching crewmen as Siteki gave her two dozen stinging lashes, turning her thighs and buttocks into a reddened inferno and streaking her back with livid stripes.

Dropping the crop, he tore off his trousers, roaring, „Now, you bitch, you will serve me and I had better be fully satisfied!“

His thick, rigid shaft plunged deep into her pinioned body in one savage lunge and as he buried himself in her belly and began to thrust with the full power of his muscular body, Dawnelle shrieked in anguish and surrender as she learned what it was to be taken by a dominant who owned her and who would never be satisfied with anything less than her total submission!

Whipped and then taken by a true and experienced Master, Dawnelle stood no chance and her body filled with shattering lust as he built her towards an orgasm of stunning power, her frantic squeals turning to breathless gasps of fervid passion as his thrusts grew deeper and harder, his erection swelling within her as she was propelled to higher and still higher levels of arousal.

His hands snaked around the mast to which she was bound and fastened on her full breasts and as his fingers tweaked her engorged nipples with calculated cruelty, the sharp twinges which shot through her body precipitated her climax. With a despairing shriek, Dawnelle hurtled into an orgasm of devastating intensity and as an avalanche of boiling love juices thundered into her seething belly, Siteki released his powerful jets of seed to mix with hers in the roiling cauldron.

Dawnelle’s belly contorted with stupendous force as she felt his climax hose into her and her internal muscles gripped his shaft, squeezing him rhythmically until every last drop of his spend was extracted as her own love juices surged and bubbled around him as her orgasm ran its course and she moaned and shuddered in the ecstasy of her release.

When, at last, he pulled from her quaking belly, she gave a soft groan of loss and never saw the fleeting smile that touched Siteki’s lips as he heard the evidence of her increasingly passionate subjugation.

Despite himself, Siteki was impressed by the power of her climax. He had not really expected her to be so hot, so quickly, but her slave-heat was there for all to see and it could only make the task of enslaving and training her so much the easier.

Not for her, of course... he smiled at the very idea of making any slave’s life easier... but for him!

„Tie her wrists behind her back,“ he ordered, „Tether her on her knees by the wheel. Display position,“ and as the crew men obeyed, he watched intently as Dawnelle forced her aching body to arch into the beautiful pose of a slave’s submission.

„We will soon arrive at my villa, slave,“ he told her, „Where you will be collared and pierced to receive the rings of your slavery. Until then, you will not move or make a sound.“

Dawnelle gazed numbly up at the man who had proved himself her Master and her belly flesh trembled as she heard her fate.

She was to become a full slave, her body bearing the rings of her Master in her flesh.

There was no escape and as she knelt by the wheel, her breasts and belly presented to the eyes and touch of the men around her, Dawnelle understood that she would never be free again.

As a slave, she would be trained, as she had trained others, to serve any Master or Mistress who desired her.

There would be no choice, for she was a slave...

Back on the island, Ozeki Shimatsu spoke into the handset of his powerful radio, „So, my friend, the lovely Dawnelle now realises that she is to be enslaved. Well done, Ito, I am happy for you and look forward to seeing you and your new slave in two weeks. Shimatsu out.“

He sat back in his chair and clapped his hands twice and at the signal, Soo Lin hurried into the room and sank to her knees at his feet, „Serve me wine, slave,“ he ordered and she filled a crystal glass, kissed it and held it out to him, her head bowed in submission.

He drank deeply, then said, „Go to the cells and fetch me one of the new slaves. Either will do.

Wrists linked to collar, blindfold, with ankle hobbles and belly chain. I feel the need for some female company.“

„Yes, Master,“ the tiny slave rose and walked gracefully from the room and as her small, firm buttocks disappeared from view, Shimatsu turned back to the radio.

„Shimatsu to laboratory number seven.“

„Laboratory number seven here, sir.“

„Is the special equipment I ordered ready?“

„Yes, sir. Fully tested and functioning correctly.“

„Good. Have my pilot bring it out to me in the morning.“

„Yes, sir. Anything else, sir?“

„No. Shimatsu out.“

The millionaire gave a low chuckle as he picked up his drink and took a swallow.

His electronic engineers had done well.

Just how well, he and his slaves would soon find out...

But in the meantime, he would enjoy the services of one of the blonde slaves and his eyes gleamed with pleasurable anticipation.

Soo Lin had come to Maxine’s cell and told her that Shimatsu wanted her, but could tell her nothing more and Maxine had known at once that she was about to be made to serve her Master for the very first time...

As the tiny slave locked a short chain to the rear of Maxine’s collar and let it dangle down her back, the blonde shivered to its cool, hard touch against her skin.

It never occurred to her to resist, for her training was deeply ingrained and obedience was as natural to her as breathing.

She winced as her wrists were bent up to her shoulder blades in a double hammer-lock and as the lock snapped shut, resistance became impossible, even if she had thought of it.

A second length of chain hobbled her ankles and she stood passively as Soo Lin placed a blindfold over her eyes and buckled it securely, sealing her into darkness.

At once, the simmering slave heat in Maxine’s belly intensified and she panted for breath as she became even more helplessly dependent, but she was quite unprepared for the click and weight of snap-locks as Soo Lin clipped a split-ended chain to the steel rings adorning her labia.

The realisation that she was to be delivered to her Master like a domesticated animal, at the end of a steel tethering chain, sent a bolt of white-hot arousal through her belly and she trembled wildly as a spurt of hot love juices lubricated her sex and her nipples engorged.

„That is good, slave,“ Soo Lin told her approvingly, „The Master likes his slaves to be aroused when they come to him. Think only of his pleasure as he sees your body bound in his chains. Use it to help you to serve him perfectly and you may avoid punishment. Remember that you are a slave and owned by him. He can and will do exactly as he pleases to you and you must show no sign of disobedience or hesitation. If you fail, you will suffer, so learn, slave. Learn as I have learned, to submit utterly. It is your only defence and your only hope!“

The advice was good and Maxine was grateful, „Th... Thank you, Soo Lin,“ she stuttered, „I will t...

try hard to do as you s... say.“

The leash at her belly tightened and she gasped, nearly falling as her hobble chain restricted her feet to short, awkward steps, but she managed to recover and follow as she was led, blindfolded and tightly bound, from her cell.

At every cautious step, the chain to her rings swung gently to and fro, its slight but ever-present weight arousing her and reminding her of her slavery and as she made her slow, laborious way to where her Master waited, Maxine’s sense of helpless submission grew stronger, until her belly churned and trembled to a mixture of fear and excitement.

„Your new slave, my Master,“ the announcement sent a thrill of horrified arousal through Maxine.

She was in the presence of her Master and instantly, without conscious thought, sank to her knees, hollowed her spine and thrust her legs as far apart as her hobble permitted, displaying her body as a slave.

„Thank you, Soo Lin. Give me her leash and kneel there.“

He took the chain in his right hand and as he gave a steady pull, Maxine shuffled forward on her knees.

The pull stopped and she shivered, not daring to move as his hand gripped her chin.

„This is a pretty little slave,“ he said, „Which one is she?“

„She is Maxine, my Master,“ the brunette answered and Maxine gulped, realising that he had not even known which of his new slaves was going to be brought to him!

As far as he was concerned, it made no difference.

To a Master, one slave was as good as another, for all of them were required to serve with the same degree of humility and submission!

„Ah, yes,“ he said slowly, „The auditor who could not resist meddling in my business affairs. That was a bad mistake, wasn’t it, Maxine?“

„Yes, Master,“ she whispered, „I am v... very sorry, Master.“

His evil chuckle sent an icy chill up her spine, „Oh, there is no need to apologise, slave. You have already begun to pay for your error and you will continue to pay.“

His hand reached out and Maxine gasped in terror as his finger hooked through the steel ring piercing her left nipple.

„You will obey me, won’t you, slave?“

„Yes, Master,“ she replied quickly, „I am your slave and will obey without question, Master.“

There was nothing else she could say, for the smallest tweak of his finger could send terrible pain through her breast.

While he controlled her rings, he controlled her and both he and Maxine knew it.

„Very good, slave,“ he said mockingly, „At least you know the right replies. But now, we shall see whether your actions can match the words. Please me with your lips,“ and Maxine heard the distinctive sound of a zip being lowered.

Unable to see, she bent forward carefully and as her lips met the semi-hard shaft of his masculinity, she began to use her hard-earned skills, applying delicate kisses to the tip and running her tongue around and along the length of his erection.

Trained to provide just such a service, Maxine had come to enjoy giving pleasure in this way and was secretly proud of her ability and as his shaft grew steadily larger, she became aroused by her own success and the deliciously submissive nature of her actions.

As soon as she could, she opened her lips wide and took him into the wet heat of her mouth, her head rising and falling as her lips slid up and down the full length of his stiff maleness and her tongue licked at his flesh as she worked busily to please him.

Shimatsu gave a sigh of contentment as he looked down at the blonde head between his legs, then clicked his fingers. Soo Lin hurried forward and as he pointed, she went to her knees directly behind Maxine, nodding her understanding of what her Master required.

Maxine heard the signal, but had no idea what it indicated and was taken completely by surprise as cool fingers spread her thighs wider and a wet tongue lapped at her exposed sex.

For an instant she was outraged and froze, but then her Master gave a casual tug at her nipple ring and the warning killed any thought of resistance almost before it had begun.

The threat of immediate punishment and the knowledge that she was to be forced to serve him while the brunette served her, brought a hot glow of shame to Maxine’s bulging cheeks... a glow matched and then far exceeded... by the fires kindled in her belly as the girl’s tongue probed between the velvet-soft tissues of her labia.

As her Master’s free hand pressed her head to the joint of his thighs, Maxine surrendered to her erotic subjugation, her passion burning like a blowtorch in her belly as she sucked at his throbbing flesh and her sex ran wet with the juices of her need. Behind her, Soo Lin tasted the sweet honey of Maxine’s capitulation and was thankful that the blonde had taken her advice.

She knew just how ruthless her Master could be and was well aware that both she and Maxine would be punished if he was not satisfied with his new slave’s performance.

Soo Lin did not intend to let that happen...

From her own hard earned and intensely personal experience, she knew exactly what would please her Master and with an unspoken apology to Maxine for what she was about to do to her, coated her right index finger in the slippery juices of the blonde’s excitement and pressed it into the puckered ring of her anal passage.

Maxine’s fingers clawed wildly at nothing, her buttocks clenching as she gave a muffled scream of terrible anguish, but she could not eject Soo Lin’s finger and as the additional stimulation triggered her orgasm, her whole body began to writhe and judder as her belly convulsed. Shimatsu bared his teeth in a mirthless grin as he saw Maxine’s frantic responses to the embedded finger and he forced the blonde’s head tight to his groin, his hips pumping upwards as he ravaged her soft mouth.

Utterly devastated by the firestorm of enforced lust consuming her, Maxine spasmed hugely as foaming gouts of scalding love juices exploded into her pulsating belly, her buttocks flexing around Soo Lin’s finger as if to suck the invader right into her body, her breasts and nipples swollen and achingly hard with the fury of her passion.

At the very peak of her blazing need, her Master’s spend jetted into her mouth and throat, reinforcing and intensifying her submission as she gulped and swallowed desperately while fresh eruptions racked her belly in heated tribute to his total domination over her.

Shimatsu pushed her head away from his groin and as she raised her blindfolded features up to him, smiled cruelly and said, „An adequate performance, slave. Not perfect, but sufficient to avoid punishment... for the moment, at least. Take her away and clean her up, Soo Lin.“

Chained on her knees before her Master, her belly aflame with slave heat and with the taste of his spend in her mouth and throat, Maxine’s need was too strong to resist.

„Please, Master,“ she whispered humbly, „Please do not send me away, Master. Your slave beg...

begs to be allowed to serve you f... fully, Master.“

His eyes glittered as he stared at her trembling nudity, knowing just how much it had cost her to plead so shamefully, then he gave a chuckle of pure evil.

„This slut was not given permission to speak, Soo Lin,“ he said coldly, „Bathe her, take her to my quarters, spread-eagle and gag her, then whip her until she learns to obey. I shall have her later and if she is not fully pleasing, you will receive double her punishment! Now go and do not disappoint me!“

Maxine gasped in terror as he spoke, unable to believe that her desperate plea had brought such a merciless response, but as the tether chain to her ringed labia was seized and she was dragged helplessly to her feet and out of the room, her brain quailed to the blistering heat of intensely submissive passion that raged in her body as she was led away to be prepared-and punished-at the command of a Master who intended to use her as the full slave she had declared herself to be.

„Foolish slave. Foolish, foolish,“ Soo Lin muttered as she spread Maxine’s ankles to the lower corners of Shimatsu’s huge bed and attached the strong chains which would hold the blonde, „You should have known he would punish you for daring to speak. Now I will be whipped if you do not please him.“

„I’m sorry, Soo Lin,“ Maxine apologised, „I really didn’t mean to get you in trouble, but I couldn’t help myself.“

„You are a slave,“ the tiny brunette replied as she checked the chains, „We both are. You must learn to obey, no matter how hard it is. If you do not, you will be punished. The Masters enjoy cropping us, they like to hear us scream and beg and our only hope is to obey perfectly. Even then, they may whip us if it pleases them, but if we are lucky, not as hard or as often.“

Maxine shivered, well aware that it was all true, then shivered again as the brunette added, „Open your mouth, please, Maxine. I have to gag you now.“

„Wait,“ she replied, „Just for a moment, please. I know you have to do it and I won’t fight you or anything, but wh... when you’ve spread... spread-eagled me, you won’t cr... crop me too h... hard, will you? Please?“

Soo Lin’s small hand brushed Maxine’s cheek and the blonde rubbed her face against the girl’s fingers, then took a deep, calming breath as the smaller slave said, „I must obey the Master, Maxine.

I have no choice and neither do you.“

„I know you must. OK, gag me then and do what you h... have to.“

The gag sank between her jaws, silencing her and she made no resistance as her arms were released from behind her back.

„Lie down and stretch your arms out. More. A little more. Yes, that’s good.“

Clips clicked shut and Maxine was bound, her naked body spread like a starfish, hips raised by pillows beneath her and her limbs at full extension, utterly exposed and totally vulnerable. Last, and worst of all she was blindfolded.

„I must crop you now,“ Soo Lin said softly, „Try to be brave. This will help.“

Her fingers captured Maxine’s tautened breasts, caressing her ringed nipples and sending delicious arousal storming through her body as the immobilised blonde gasped and snorted in immediate and quite automatic response.

She whimpered in unbearable need as her nipples stiffened and fingers stroked the delicate flesh of her labia, but could not move as slave heat flared in her belly and the tiny slave stoked the fires of her submissive passion to take her mind off the punishment to come.

„Brace yourself, slave,“ Soo Lin whispered and Maxine nodded, clenching her muscles.

A leather crop hissed down across her thighs and lower belly and Maxine chewed on her gag, squealing as with agonising slowness a dozen stripes branded her pale flesh with lines of smarting heat, each adding to the turmoil in her breasts and belly as her Master’s will was imposed upon her.

Soo Lin worked with all the cold efficiency she had learned from having been on the receiving end of so many beatings. She knew that there should be enough of a pause between the lashes to allow the slave to fully appreciate her punishment, so she took her time, watching the slender body jerk and writhe after each searing lash. Slowly she moved up the helpless body beneath her, striping first the thighs and then the smooth belly, watching the hips buck and the ringed labia engorge and open under the fearful discipline ordained by the Master as the second dozen were laid on. And lastly she paused for even longer before striking at the breasts. Maxine’s head threw back as the first lash rippled the soft mounds and Soo Lin well knew the turmoil this final pain would unleash within the slave. Again and again she drove the crop down, smacking it home to leave its livid stripes across the vulnerable globes. Ignoring the desperate whimpers from behind the gag.

Bound as a slave and punished by a slave who had no more choice than herself, Maxine wept behind her blindfold, knowing that her cropping was only the prelude to her violation by her Master.

When he chose... and not a moment before, her defenceless, spread-eagled nudity would become the helpless recipient of whatever pleasure or pain he chose to inflict upon her. There was nothing she could do to protect herself or resist his will and she would be forced to give her complete submission, irrespective of her own wishes or fears.

In the stygian darkness of her blindfold, she would not be able to anticipate his actions or prepare herself. His power over her would be total, his dominance absolute and Maxine knew that her responses would be those of a truly submissive slave. Her inevitable surrender would be that of a full slave to a full Master and Maxine recognised that her subjugation would mark the end of any hope. Her collar, her chains and her Master would have won and as she faced the end of her old life and the beginning of her new, Maxine quivered to the irresistible heat that filled her spread-eagled body as a gigantic slave-orgasm built inexorably higher in her seething belly, growing ever more intense as she waited helplessly for her Master to come to her and make her slavery irrevocable!

And, at last, he did...

Unlike his slave, Shimatsu had eaten, drunk and rested well and when he walked into the room where she lay, he was at the peak of his physical powers.

He showed her no mercy and as his lips and hands feasted on her hopelessly vulnerable body, bringing her nipples to straining erection and probing and exploring the slick recesses of her gaping sex, Maxine was forced into climax after climax, her body arching and juddering, skin running with sweat and the juices of her multiple submissions until she wept and screamed and pleaded for a respite she would never be given as he drove her to the uttermost limits of her sexual submission-and then far beyond them.

Time and again, Maxine squealed her surrender as boiling love juices crashed into her belly...and time and again, he built her from one peak of terrified ecstasy to a still higher one until she feared for her sanity and pleaded abjectly into her gag to serve him and be the most perfect slave he could ever desire.

But Shimatsu was ruthless, a true Master and made her wait until he knew that she had reached the very pinnacle of her subjugation-and then he pushed her off.

His long, thick, iron-hard shaft plunged to the innermost core of her being and as Maxine hurtled down and down and down into an incandescent volcano of slavery and submission from which she could never return, he plundered her body without mercy, extracting from her the most immense and devastating orgasm of her captivity as she became his full and permanent slave.

In Maxine’s belly, as she passed the final barrier of her enslavement, giant waves of love juices crashed, steaming, against white-hot towers of enforced passion and as they crumbled into the bubbling, boiling whirlpool of her need, her body convulsed with awesome power, drawing his throbbing erection to the raging centre of her femininity, gripping and squeezing his flesh until his seed fountained into her belly to mix with her frenzied outpourings as she screamed and writhed in her bondage to the rapturous anguish of her surrender.

Chained in the centre of her Master’s giant bed, gagged and blindfolded, body lathered with sweat, her belly and the mattress beneath her soaked with the juices of her enforced submissions, Maxine shuddered and moaned as he pulled from her body and stood watching as the jolting spasms of her climaxes slowly waned to leave her trembling in the aftermath of her passion and its all too obvious implications for her future.

Maxine’s training as a fully subjugated bondage slave was complete... but her sexual servitude to her dominant Master had only just begun...

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