Vibrator slave gagged | bdsm stories | Sisters in Slavery 9

Melissa stood with her back pressed to a massive support pillar in the cellars beneath her Master’s house, her wrists and elbows encircling the heavy wood, clamped by broad leather straps, her naked body held in place by other straps at her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above and below her prominent breasts, at her throat and even one around her forehead.

She could not move an inch in any direction and was even unable to protest, for her Master had gagged her with a thick leather rod which he had wedged deep between her jaws.

From between the joint of her strapped together thighs, a thin, gleaming steel chain rose to loop about her waist and this was the only outward sign of the „special equipment“ which Shimatsu’s electronic engineers had supplied and which Melissa now carried in her body.

The only visible sign of the equipment... but the evidence of its effectiveness was plain to see in the constant trembling of her softly rounded belly, in the sweat which beaded her helpless body and in the horrified pleading of her wide blue eyes.

Several hours before, Shimatsu’s helicopter had delivered the equipment and Melissa had been brought, bound and gagged, into his presence to become the first guinea-pig to test the efficacy of the ingenious device.

Ordered to assume the Standing Display position, Melissa had spread her legs, hollowed her back and arched her neck as she had been taught, presenting her nudity for the pleasure of her Master.

Knowing that she would be punished if she dared to break her pose, her eyes had widened as he had told her that he had a present for her and her displayed body had shivered with immediate arousal as his long fingers had caressed her ringed labia. In less than a minute, her sex had grown slick with need she could not hide and she had gasped with humiliated excitement as he had shown her a polished stainless steel ball attached to a thin chain and informed her that it was a sophisticated vibrator-and that she was to test it!

Melissa gulped, the ball was an inch and a half in diameter and quite heavy for its size and she could not help but wonder how it would fit inside her and how it would feel.

She need not have worried, Shimatsu’s engineers had designed well and her eyes opened wide as the gleaming sphere, aided and abetted by the slippery juices of her arousal, slid easily into the moist cleft of her sex, sinking deeper into her belly as her internal muscles contracted involuntarily.

The sensation was extraordinarily exciting and Maxine blushed redly as the hard steel lump nestled against her most intimate and sensitive flesh, sending thrills of acute pleasure tingling through her belly. What it would feel like when it began to vibrate, she dared not contemplate and her arousal grew hotter in the knowledge that her Master would turn it on when he chose.

He looped the thin chain about her waist and locked it with a tiny padlock, then bent to fasten her labia rings together with a much larger lock and as Maxine felt the delicious weight at her sex-lips and knew that the vibrator was locked inside her body and could not be removed except by him, a warm trickle of love juices seeped into her barred sex. Without the key, no-one could take her but her Master and the realisation that she could no longer even offer herself and was even more dependent on him sent her arousal spiralling higher.

As she was ordered down to the cellar, she was intensely conscious of the ball sunk deep in her belly and the insistent weight at her padlocked rings and her breathing grew ragged as at every step the two combined to increase her desire.

At his command, she placed her back against the solid wooden post and stood passively as he bucked leather straps tightly around her limbs and body, each increasing her helplessness and adding to the slave heat that simmered in her belly, until she was completely immobilised.

Her Master gazed at her for long seconds, then slowly took a black plastic control box from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons. Melissa’s eyes bulged and a strangled shriek of disbelieving horror leaked past her gag as shattering oscillations speared straight into her belly.

In that very first instant, Melissa understood that there was no possible defence against the machine and that she had fatally underestimated its power over her. She had imagined it would provide gently pleasurable stimulation, a delightful prelude to her willing submission to her Master... but this was more, far, far more.

Shimatsu saw the fearful understanding that flashed into her eyes and gave a sarcastic smile,

„Ah,“ he sighed, „It seems to be working, slave. That was setting number three of the six levels available. Now, we shall experiment.“

His fingers danced over the keyboard of the control box and Melissa’s muscles corded beneath her smooth skin as she exerted every atom of her strength against her tight bondage as waves of arousal of varying intensity stormed through her body.

Leather straps creaked softly as she fought, but held firm and her shocked eyes gazed wildly at the box in her Master’s hands as he tested the effect of each button and studied her helpless responses.

From a gentle massage to a manic buzzing like a colony of angry wasps, Melissa was forced to endure them all and as she convulsed in climax upon climax and her belly filled with the hot, seething juices of her unavoidable submissions to the tireless invader lodged deep inside her, she screamed and pleaded into her gag for mercy and a moment’s respite from the unceasing torment.

When, after an unknown time of near-unbearable arousal and total subjugation of his captive, Shimatsu reduced the vibrator to its lowest setting, Melissa hung limply in her bonds, her exhausted body dripping with sweat and spasming uncontrollably in the throes of complete sexual subjugation.

She had been totally unable to hold back anything and had exhibited the full, awesome extent of her submission and as she slowly came back from the limbo of her frenzied surrenders and stared aghast at the box which had wreaked such monstrous havoc in her body, Melissa moaned in terrified misery at what she had been made to reveal about herself.

She had proven herself to be the ultimately submissive and responsive slave that her Master demanded and Melissa knew that he would never allow her to recover the control she had lost so comprehensively.

She was... and could only ever be... a true slave.

In his eyes and, much more frighteningly, in her own.

Elated by the success of his new toy and the stunned self-knowledge he read in Melissa’s blue eyes, Shimatsu gave a mirthless laugh, „My device has worked even better than I had hoped, slave,“ he told her, „I cannot wait to try the others out on Soo Lin and your sister,“ and he turned away towards the door.

Instantly and without conscious thought, Melissa gave a soft moan of unbearable loss, begging in the only way she could for him not to abandon her while she was in such need. He turned slowly as he heard her unmistakable plea and she coloured, knowing that she had begged as a slave to a Master, but unable to deny her passionate desire to feel him enter her body and extinguish the molten heat of her fervid lust with the full, ruthless power of his Mastery. His hard eyes swept over her stained body, noting her obvious arousal and the submissive longing on her gagged face.

„You are just a slave,“ he said dismissively, „You’ll keep until I’m ready to take you!“ and he strode out of the door.

Melissa stared at the empty doorway as his steps faded away and two big tears rolled down her gagged cheeks. He was her Master and his callous disregard for her desires made her face the fact that she was exactly what he had said she was. She was just a slave and as his property, could be treated however he pleased. He had chosen to bind her and make her submit, but if he did not choose to have her, she could only accept his decision.

No matter how humiliating or infuriating.

Helpless in her bondage, she had no choice and as Melissa struggled to come to terms with her cruel treatment at his hands, the oscillations of the vibrator in her belly continued their insidious work, building her arousal once more despite her futile efforts to ignore them.

Slowly, she surrendered to the tireless mechanical device and as her belly began to swirl with delicious warmth, Melissa accepted her slavery and allowed herself to sink into a hazy morass of arousal and submission where nothing mattered but the sheer sensual pleasure of physical gratification.

Lost in a dreamy half-world of sexual delight, she was caught unprepared as, with no warning whatsoever, the vibrator buzzed into frenetic life!

Instantly, her body was aflame with blazing lust and before she could gather her wits to resist, her belly exploded into a searing orgasm, hurling her into a cauldron of boiling love juices as her belly submitted to overwhelming arousal. Spasming and shaking to the blistering passions unleashed in her body, she screamed her unconditional surrender as her love juices poured into her belly and as she realised the awful truth that her Master’s control box was able to operate the vibrator even when he was not in the room with her, Melissa whimpered in dawning horror.

While the vibrator remained in her belly, she could be aroused and even made to climax, whenever and wherever her Master pleased.

There would be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide!

At any moment, her body could be made to respond and submit by remote control.

The full horror of her situation drove home in her reeling brain as she remembered that her sex was barred to her... she could not remove the vibrator from her padlocked body... and her belly pulsed

massively as she understood how totally she was at the mercy of her dominant Master and his cunning device.

Just how totally was made crystal clear to her as, from somewhere in the house above her, her Master tormented her with random bursts of stimulation, some gentle, some terrifyingly powerful, some of only a few seconds’ duration, others lasting long enough to trigger stupendous climaxes in her tightly bound body as she screamed and wept and begged in abject despair and terror.

Melissa submitted over and over, her submissions as deep and helpless as those of any other slave, her passion no less intense, her desire no less fierce and her orgasms no less devastating and as her slave heat burned white-hot in her belly, Melissa knew her slavery was no less real.

Alone in a cellar, under the mindless, merciless control of batteries and wire and electronic circuitry, Melissa became a fully subjugated slave...!

Which was how her Master saw her and took her when he eventually returned to the cellar, releasing only her legs, removing the vibrator and then spreading her wide to receive the powerful thrusts of his rampant maleness.

Crushed between the unforgiving wood and her Master’s hairless torso, Melissa climaxed helplessly, her belly spasming with savage jolts as she entwined her ankles behind his buttocks to pull him deeper into her body as she submitted with all the passion of the true slave she had become.

„Slave!“ he sneered, his black eyes boring into hers, „Randy little Western slut!“ and Melissa sobbed as he lunged with brutal power and her juices showered down over his buried flesh.

Feeling her come, he gathered himself and as she screamed in the ecstatic despair of her irreversible surrender, his pelvis ground against hers, his rigid shaft bludgeoned to the seething pit of her belly and the heated jets of his spend hosed into her body.

Triggered by his release, a mighty avalanche of love juices thundered into Melissa’s quaking belly and as she convulsed and shuddered and writhed in her passion, her Master gave a hoarse shout of triumph, recognising in the frantic pulsing of her body, the helpless, uncontrollably intense responses of a genuinely submissive slave.

Consumed by the fires of her lusts and forced to reveal the shocking depths of her subjugation.

Melissa whimpered as her orgasm shook her body like a leaf in a gale, her mind reeling to the knowledge of her complete defeat... and the stupendous, thrilling ecstasy of her orgasms as her Master had ravaged her defenceless nudity.

To her disbelief and confusion, she knew that she no longer wanted to be free!

As a full slave, in bondage and subject to her Master’s will and cruel discipline, she had discovered pleasures such as she had never dreamed possible, her whole body vibrantly alive as never before.

And for such rapture, unthinkable though it had once seemed to Melissa, permanent enslavement suddenly did not seem too high a price to pay.

Shocked by her own thoughts, Melissa could not decide what she wanted as her Master slipped from her belly and dressed himself.

Until, as he re-inserted the vibrator into her sex, padlocked her rings and bound her legs together once more, she had to face the fact that her wishes were unimportant.

Whether she was freed or kept as a slave was not her decision.

Nor was it her choice to submit.

Slaves did not make such judgments and she was a slave.

No matter what she thought, it was her Master who would control her fate and it was he, not she, who held the whip-hand... literally!

As he gazed into her soft eyes, Shimatsu nodded slowly in satisfaction at the humble acceptance he saw there, then he stepped back and took the control box from his pocket.

Melissa gasped in alarm and he chuckled, „What’s the matter, slave? You didn’t think I’d finished with you, did you? Just because I’m not with you doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you. You still have a lot to learn and this box will help to teach you. Sleep well, slave, I’ll wake you up when I want you,“ and with an ironic bow he left her.

To await, in her stringent bondage, the pleasure of her Master.

Shimatsu smiled broadly as he made his way upstairs from the cellar where he had left Melissa.

The success of the vibrator and her enforced submission had put him in an excellent mood and he reminded himself to thank Siteki for the excellent work he had put in on training the blonde and her sister.

His smile grew wider as he wondered how his friend was getting on with the training of Dawnelle and his eyes gleamed with amusement as he remembered how Siteki had described the look of disbelief and sheer, stark terror with which Dawnelle had greeted the news that she was to be enslaved.

„It will be interesting“, he mused to himself, „To see how well the redheaded bitch has learned to obey and submit as a slave. I shall enjoy finding out.“

Chuckling, he strode to the door of the Garden Room and flung it open, walking into the airy, sun-filled lounge.

On the thick carpet, bodies arched remorselessly in the strained, graceful bow of their hogties, two naked slaves stared apprehensively up at him as he walked to where they lay.

Maxine and Soo Lin, gagged, each with a thin steel chain locked about their waists and leading down into their sexes to where, deep in their bodies where he had placed them, vibrators hummed gently on setting number one.

Ignoring the two pairs of eyes which followed his every move, Shimatsu fetched himself a drink and sat down in a comfortable chair, sipping casually from his glass with his left hand as his right fingered the control boxes on the arm of his seat.

Maxine and Soo Lin watched his right hand intently, dreadful anxiety clear in their eyes.

They had both experienced the devastating power of the vibrators sunk in their bellies and were horribly aware that with one finger, their Master could inflict massive arousal on them, without even moving from his chair. Both were already highly aroused, for in the time when Melissa had been awaiting her Master’s return, he had ordered them to this room, hogtied and gagged them, then inserted the vibrators and switched the devices on.

With results that the two hogtied slaves remembered only too well.

Aroused to fever pitch, but never quite permitted to climax, both had squealed and begged in frustration and misery as they were brought to gasping heights of straining need...and then deprived of the satisfaction of their longed-for orgasms.

It had been a cruel and ruthless demonstration by their Master and it had achieved precisely what he had intended it to achieve.

Reinforcement of both girls’ overt submission to his Mastery... and his own pleasure in controlling every aspect of their lives!

He drained his glass and set it aside, then stood up and moved to Soo Lin, picking up her slim body in his arms and setting her down on her right side, facing Maxine, her small, firm breasts less than an inch from the larger and more prominent globes of the blonde.

With their legs doubled up to their buttocks and linked to their bound wrists in their rigorous hogties, neither was in any position to resist and before they fully understood what he had in mind, he bent low between their arched bodies and closed two small padlocks through the rings in their flesh, linking their nipples together!

Maxine gasped and Soo Lin’s eyes widened in dismay as they found themselves inescapably joined and as their Master strolled casually back to his chair, they gazed helplessly into each other’s gagged faces, their fears redoubling as they realised what was going to happen.

With their nipple rings locked together, the slightest movement of either one must result in discomfort for both as the obdurate steel tugged at their pierced flesh and both slaves knew instantly that they were not going to be permitted to keep still.

Their Master had not bound them in such a cruelly ingenious way simply to let them lie passively and as he picked up a control box in each hand, they steeled themselves as best they could. Horribly aware, even as they did so, that the vibrators in their bellies were irresistible!

Shimatsu grinned down at his appalled and helpless captives and his fingers stabbed at the buttons on the control boxes...

The muffled buzzing of vibrators coincided with shrill squeals of anguish as unbearable arousal raged through the bellies of the two slaves and, despite their best intentions, each shuddered in her bondage, the instinctive and automatic reaction bringing instantaneous retribution as their linked nipple rings tugged to send sharp twinges through their breasts!

Pleading wordlessly into their gags for the other to keep still, the blonde and the brunette waged a hopeless battle against insuperable odds, but as the tumult in their trembling bellies grew inexorably fiercer, their feeble resistance crumbled to dust and the sunlit room filled with moans and gasps of overwhelming need as the two girls submitted to the furious slave heat that surged through their writhing bodies.

Not even the flashes of pain that accompanied every movement as steel tugged at their flesh could compete with the merciless vibrators and as their enforced lust spiralled out of control, Maxine and Soo Lin almost welcomed the cruel twinges, accepting and enduring the torment as they had to accept and endure any and all discipline their Master imposed upon them.

Certainly not revelling in their discomfort, but surrendering to its power to enhance and deepen their submission, using it in the only way they could to intensify the pleasure of their subjugation.

Trained to respond to all forms of stimulation, they had no hope of defying the conditioning they had received and as first one, then the other, hurtled into orgasms of immense power, they surrendered totally and willingly to the sexual enslavement which was their fate.

Shimatsu, their Master, savoured the erotic sight of his slaves spasming and pulsing before him and smiled with the pleasure of victory.

His kidnapping of Maxine had been a business decision, made necessary by her discovery of his financial irregularities; that of her sister, Melissa, simply a requirement of the plan, to ensure no unwelcome investigations of Maxine’s sudden disappearance.

That both had proven to be naturally, if unknowingly, submissive had merely been an unexpected, but extremely gratifying, bonus and he was thankful for his good fortune.

Of course, with his contacts in the underworld, it would have been an easy matter to dispose of two such attractive Western females, slaves were always in demand, but there was no longer any need for such a wasteful option.

Maxine and Melissa would simply join Soo Lin as his personal harem and there were many ways in which an imaginative Master like him could make use of three obedient slaves.

Ways that he was quite certain would give him endless pleasure...

His fingers stabbed at buttons on the control boxes, reducing the level of stimulation and as the sweat streaked bodies of his helpless slaves gradually slowed their frantic contortions, he refilled his glass and considered how else to amuse himself with his victims.

The fact that she had not been released and that her vibrator still hummed gently in her flooded belly, told Maxine that her troubles were not yet over and she could only wonder what other plans her Master had in mind. Her eyes met Soo Lin’s and they exchanged embarrassed and anxious glances, each remembering the other’s submission and her own, but then Shimatsu chuckled and their eyes swivelled up to see a chilling smile on his lips.

He strode over and unclipped the chains hogtying them, then hoisted them both to their knees, careful to maintain the relative positions of their linked nipples until Melissa, the taller by several inches, spread her thighs to reduce the disparity.

For a lovely moment as he knelt to unlock the padlock joining Soo Lin’s labia rings, it seemed as though they might be freed, but instead, he ordered her to inch forward until her belly was pressed to Maxine’s and snapped the lock shut through the rings at her labia!

Chained at breasts and belly, their bodies held tightly together and unable to separate, the two slaves gazed helplessly into each other’s eyes as he unbuckled their gags and drew the sodden leather from their jaws.

„Kiss each other!“ he ordered and Maxine gaped at him in shock.

„I said, kiss her!“ he snapped, striding over to his chair and snatching up the crop which lay beside it, „And do it thoroughly, unless you want a taste of this!“

„Do it, Maxine,“ Soo Lin whispered urgently, „Quickly, kiss me or we’ll be whipped. Quickly, we have to!“

Her desperate entreaty and the sound of the crop whistling through the air as her Master took a practice swing, unnerved Maxine completely and she lowered her lips to Soo Lin, their mouths meeting.

Maxine had kissed men before, but never another woman and froze as the brunette’s tongue stabbed at her closed lips.

„Properly, slave!“ Shimatsu snapped and his crop slashed across Maxine’s buttocks as she hesitated.

Scorching heat burned into her flesh and Maxine gave in to the inevitable; her lips parting to allow Soo Lin to explore her mouth, the tiny girl’s tongue flickering like a warm, wet snake.

Slowly at first, then with growing confidence, Maxine began to respond and enjoy the novel experience and as her tongue entwined with Soo Lin’s, she felt a delicious thrill of excitement, almost as if she and Soo Lin were lovers, rather than slaves obeying their Master’s order.

Gazing down into Soo Lin’s soft brown eyes, she suddenly felt another, and quite unexpected, feeling.

Power!

She was taller than the small brunette... taller, heavier and stronger... and realised that she could actually force Soo Lin to kiss her, whether she wanted to or not!

It was a revelation that Maxine acted on at once.

She bent her head downwards, pressing her lips harder against Soo Lin’s, dominating the smaller girl and probing her soft mouth with bold, searching darts of her tongue.

Soo Lin’s eyes widened in uncertainty and alarm and as her head arched back under the pressure, Maxine savoured the delightful intoxication of bending the girl to her will.

It was most definitely not what the smaller girl had anticipated and as Maxine pillaged her mouth with unexpected and somewhat frightening ruthlessness, the tiny brunette shivered and dropped her eyes from Maxine’s excited gaze.

Shimatsu watched the by-play between the two slaves with cruel amusement, enjoying the battle of wills taking place before him and filing away the outcome for future use.

One day, perhaps, he would put these two together again and see what happened.

Find out whether Maxine really did have the strength of mind and body to overcome Soo Lin and force her to submit.

Yes, he decided, that was certainly worth considering... but not today.

Today, they would both submit and his fingers moved to the control boxes.

Blissfully unaware of her Master’s schemes, Maxine was taking full advantage of the rare opportunity to impose her desires rather than have others’ desires imposed on her and did not see his fingers move.

The first she knew of it was when the vibrator in Soo Lin’s belly buzzed into maximum life and the brunette gave a strangled shriek.

Chained belly-to-belly, the powerful oscillations were transmitted straight from Soo Lin’s body into Maxine’s, arousing them both and as Soo Lin writhed in arousal, her breasts and belly and thighs rubbed sensually against Maxine as if the two girls were making love.

It was an incredibly erotic sensation, sheer pleasure mingled with tiny flashes of exquisite pain as one or another of their rings tightened to pull at their piercings as Soo Lin responded helplessly to the chaotic turmoil in her belly and her lips and tongue kissed and twined with redoubled passion.

Only a little less aroused herself, Maxine replied in kind, thrilled beyond measure by Soo Lin’s passion and the feel of her quivering flesh against her, and no longer caring how it looked or what her pleasure revealed about her.

It was then, as Soo Lin raced headlong towards orgasm, that Shimatsu switched on Maxine’s vibrator, smirking as the blonde jerked madly and her fingers clawed to the shattering stimulation.

Aroused internally by the devices buried in their own tormented bodies and externally by a combination of vibrations transmitted from the other slave’s belly, the feel of trembling flesh pressed against them, the helplessness of their situation and the knowledge of their Master’s absolute power, both slaves submitted unreservedly.

Tremendous convulsions tore through Soo Lin’s belly, followed seconds later by Maxine’s equally enormous spasms and the two utterly subjugated slaves pulsed and moaned in unison, their naked, sweat streaked bodies sliding and rubbing against each other in the frenzied release of their orgasms and their thighs spattered with silver droplets of their passionate submissions.

Shimatsu switched the vibrators off and relaxed in his armchair as his slaves began to recover from their ordeal.

But only until their bodies ceased to shake and tremble and their frightened, downcast eyes cast fleeting glances in his direction.

With a chuckle of pure malice, he flexed his crop between his fingers and as the slaves twisted their heads to stare in horror at him, he announced calmly, „You will now demonstrate your submission to the whip!“

For a long, long moment, there was total silence as he held their appalled gaze with his cold, black eyes, until, with a choked gulp, Soo Lin whispered, „Yes, M... Master. I will... will obey.“

Maxine shuddered and her mouth opened to voice a furious protest, but then it slowly closed as she understood that she had no choice at all.

Shimatsu switched on both vibrators at a medium setting, rose from his chair and took up a position to the side of the two distraught slaves, towering over their kneeling bodies and swishing his crop against his leg.

„Spread your legs,“ he ordered, his voice silky with menace and his captives trembled with helpless arousal and despair as they obeyed.

Selecting his aiming spot with unconcealed pleasure, Shimatsu raised the crop and sent it hissing downwards...

Maxine screamed as a scarlet line branded her tautly stretched buttocks, her breasts and belly writhing against Soo Lin as furious heat erupted across her bottom, both girls wincing as Maxine’s pained response to the whip tugged at their linked nipple and belly rings.

A split second later and it was Soo Lin who jerked wildly to the smarting fury of the crop’s impact, her eyes widening in terrible anguish as her buttocks flamed with heat.

Alternating his blows with calculated precision, Shimatsu painted a web of intersecting and fiercely stinging lines of reddened fire on the weaving bottoms of his flinching slaves, his enjoyment of their misery increased by the steadily growing need so clearly mirrored in their eyes as his crop and his vibrators swept them up in a tidal wave of uncontrollable stimulation and submission.

With a cruel grin, he pressed the leather covered handle of the crop between Maxine’s splayed thighs, wedging the patterned grip firmly against her oozing sex.

Maxine’s head arched back, her collared throat rigid with tension and her lips drawn back from her teeth in a silent scream as her belly convulsed, the blistering heat of her whipped bottom blending with the devastating vibrations in her belly to overwhelm her as she exploded into a massive climax as the crop’s handle invaded her sex.

Instantly, Shimatsu pulled the leather from her and thrust it between Soo Lin’s legs, forcing the brunette’s immediate surrender as the added arousal triggered her orgasm, too.

Leaving the crop in place, Shimatsu took a pace back and stood watching with a mocking grin twisting his thin lips as she juddered and whimpered to the huge spasms that racked her body and set her belly pulsing against Maxine’s as both slaves surrendered to their enforced passions, the whip protruding from between Soo Lin’s clenched buttocks jiggling in mute testimony to the intensity of her release.

Shimatsu’s grin grew wider, for he understood, as did both of his trembling, panting victims, that by submitting to the whip as deeply and fully as both had submitted, they had shown themselves to be irretrievably enslaved and helplessly conditioned to respond to any form of arousal a Master might choose to impose upon them.

No matter how extreme.

Which was just as well, he laughed to himself, because his plans for their futures envisaged levels of discipline and submission far more demanding than anything that the two sisters, or even Soo Lin, trained slave that she already was, had so far endured.

When his guests arrived on the island and the three slaves... and of course, Dawnelle... would be forced to serve in whatever manner was required of them.

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