Please note I am male this is. pure fantasy I have no idea how lesbians work or pick up each other in joy.

Janice was dusting the apartment for the third time. Trying very hard to make it perfect. She had already done all the dishes twice and the laundry, This was the first time in her life that she wanted everything to go perfectly without a hitch. and she was doing everything in her power to make it so. It all started the day before when she got off the bus for her first Liberty in sometime, the first thing she saw was a lesbian bar across the street from the bus stop. It wasn't the first time she saw it, but it was the first time she decided to go in. She was quickly pursued by Narcissus. the Lady Wined her, Dined her and eventually took her home, to this apartment. Janice did not consider herself a lesbian so this was all new to her. That night was full of firsts for her, including her first spanking. That hurt more than she expected, but the rewards were more than worth it. At first she did as she was told and ate out her, she was the first girl she ever ate out. It was very awkward for her, but she thought she did a fair job, even though she thought it was more than apparent to Narcissus that she was new to all this. but everything change when Narcissus decided to reciprocate, when Narcissus locked lips with her clitoris she put Janice on a different planet. Narcissus, was no novice and knew how to flick her tongue just right, to get her desired results. She put Janice in another dimension, where she had a lot of trouble keeping herself in place. Her body was just jerking all around, right and left up and down. Needless to say it was a mind blowing experience for Janice. She climaxed so many times she lost count. She slept so peacefully that night you could have said she was like a baby in her mama's arms. She wanted a repeat of that experience, if it was at all possible, right now she was unsure if it really happened or if it was just her imagination.

Janice turned around to survey her work for the up teeth billion time that day To find 5 women observing her, including Narcissus. Narcissus. came down saying “I've decided we're going to play a little game tonight. Me and you will fight and the loser gets to service the rest for the night. Food, wine, booty, pussy anything. they want. They get”

“What?” Was Janice's shocked reply

“Fight me or become a world famous ass lick, Come on hit me.” Narcissus replied half swinging at her.

“I'm really not into this sorta thing. I think I should go.” Squeaked Janice.

“Come on get to booty slurping or fight me.” Narcissus replied, but this time swung and hit Janice squarely on the jaw. Harder than she intended.

When Janice head swung back around, things quickly changed. All of a sudden Narcissus High school bully tactics were quickly overwhelmed with Janice's Marine Corps training. Narcissus couldn't lay a glove on Janice, kick. swings anything and everything was blocked. In the meantime, Janice laid out a beatdown that was indescribable. Narcissus. Was quickly up against the fire place, She was taking blow after blow after blow. stomach rib cage face and eventually Janice Said “I'm a Marine. We don't lick ass, We kick ass, bitch” Then she switched to asking her “Who's the bitch? who's the ass licking bitch?”

“I am” Narcissus replied.

“You are what?”

“I am an ass licking bitch”

Janice punched her in the face again. “an ass slurping bitch”

“an ass slurping bitch” Narcissus replied in a terrified voice.

Then Janice turned on the ladies who came with Narcissus. “If any of you bitches leave, I will hunt you down and break every bone in your body, Understand?” Janice then pointed at the closest lady. “Get your ass over here...Bare it and present it.” When the lady was in position. “Bon Appetit ass slurper, get to work.” With that Janice thrusted Narcissus Head into the ladies ass and her tongue got to work on her anus

At first, you could just hear her ooing and awing in pleasure. Then through a ruffled voice, she said, “I'm sorry Narcissus. but I can't take a beating like you just did. I have to confess. she is not getting the full treatment.”

“What?” Janice replied in astonishment she was watching Narcissus tongue go over her anus up and down. What else could there be?

“She had us clean ourselves very thoroughly before we came, including multiple enemas, there is nothing there for her to taste. She is just pleasuring skin. I like it, but that is all she is doing, She is tasting none of the shit”

“Oh.” Janice said. “Thank you for telling me, but my main objective was to get her to go through exactly what she was going to put me through. If that is this, I am fine with it.” Then Janice got a wicked grin on her face. “Plus, I laid a wicked deuce today. Perhaps I'll leave that for her dessert.”

Janice then pulled Narcissus face out of her ass and gave her a wickedly hard slap. “So you have a heart, an evil, dark heart but a heart nonetheless. That won't save you this time.” Then to the girl. “Stand up and turn around.” Back to Narcissus. “Worship her clit bitch” When Narcissus locked lips with her clit, the lady went into another dimension. Janice smiled. “Well, at least I'm not the only one she can do that too.”

Janice let Narcissus get her off 4 or 5 times. Then rotated through the group until, she had serviced them all, except her, back and front. Janice left Narcissus on her knees facing the group. Then Janice went up to Narcissus and slapped her hard back hand and forehand. “The subs position is not so entertaining when you're the sub is it.”

“No ma'am.”

“You're only justification is that the sub says she gets something out of it. I wonder if I will let you get something out of this tonight...Stand up...Take off your blouse and bra...Now your shoes... ...Now your panties.”

When Narcissus. finished undressing Janice motioned her to twirl, which she did. Then Janice walked up to her and fondled her breasts. “Now you look like a proper slave bitch, bare chested, barefooted and easy access to your ass and pussy.” Then Janice pinched her nipples as hard as she could. “Hands at your sides, your hands at your sides, or I'll rearrange your face permanently.” Janice was putting Narcissus through a lot of pain. She then started pulling on Narcissus nipples until they released from her clamped fingers. Creating so much pain, it knocked her to her knees. Janice response was to give her a bone rattling slap and order her back on her feet.

“Okay, first Narcissus is too good of a name for you. I haven't thought of a new name for you, but you are no longer Narcissus. You will respond to whatever we call you cunt bitch asslick. Anything but your former name. If someone accidentally calls you by your former name. you reply. 'Sorry I am not worthy of that name.' Understood. Narcissus?”

“Yes, ma'am” Which. Janice. responded with a mind blowing slap and backhand. “What?”

“Sorry... Sorry, I am not worthy of that name.”

Janice smiled evilly at her. She knew she just totally dehumanized her. She did not start out trying to do that. But somewhere in her subconscious mind it ended as a goal. “OK, the first thing you are going to do is wash out that nasty ass licking mouth of yours. Then you will get us some wine. Then you will cook dinner. You are lucky tonight, I laid it all out for you. You just have to put it together. Get to work.”

Narcissus. ran off to do her bidding. The rest of the night went brilliantly, they wined, dined. gossiped degraded and humiliated Narcissus. Making her do every unseemly thing they could think of and then they made up some of their own. At the end of the night, they kissed each other, including Narcissus and bid each other good night saying that they would see each other at work in the morning. Janice quickly put Narcissus to work cleaning up the mess. When she was all but done, she was going back through the dining room to find Janice sitting on one of the dining room chairs, with the infamous paddle, she used on Janice the night before. Narcissus. stopped with a squeak. staring at the paddle. Janice just pointed to her lap, invoking another squeak from Narcissus. Janice angrily pointed at her lap again. Prompting Narcissus to get in position for a spanking.

Janice bared Narcissus butt “My my my, what a pristine heiney we have here.” SMACK “ and it reddens up quite nicely too. Your ass is going to be quite a sight tomorrow morning.” and then the pounding began, not holding back, Janice hit Narcissus for a half hour mercilessly till she was crying like a baby. Then she let her up. “Turn around and show me your ass...Ohh, that is going to look amazing. The purple, red and blue will be magnificent. You will be quite a site tomorrow, the office girls will all want to see it. “Turn around. ..Now let's see if I'm any good at this.” Janice then lifted Narcissus skirt and went to town on her pussy, Narcissus was in heaven, she practically went insane. Trying not to touch anything but enjoying her mistress touch. After a while, Janice stopped and pulled back. “Finish up and come to bed.”

There was not much for Narcissus to do. She quickly finished wiping down the counters and then changed into a nightgown and went to bed. When she got to the bedroom, she found Janice laying on the bed naked. Janice pulled up her knees, exposing her pussy and ass and told Narcissus. “Get to work.” This did not scare Narcissus, but she remembered the conversation from earlier and was not eager for her first taste of shit. She thought about running for a moment, but it was her apt where would she go and she extremely doubted that she could outrun Janice. She decided to tough it out and go for it. She was very pleased with herself that she did. She got into bed and position and went straight for the anus, Janice either did not do the deuce she said she did or had cleaned up, either way, she just tasted skin.

It was a long couple of hours for Narcissus, by alternating holes, she sent Janice into one climax after another. Eventually. Janice fell asleep and Narcissus felt it was safe to stop.

Like a good Marine Janice was up at 5am and was drinking her morning coffee when Narcissus came into the room dressed for work. “Well, I hope you will be OK by yourself, I will get off at 5 and get home as soon as I can afterwards, until then, unfortunately, you're on your own. Have a good day. “

Narcissus. was halfway to the door when Janice said “Wait”

Narcissus spun on her heel and looked at Janice inquisitively.

“I think you are forgetting something.”

Narcissus looked out and thought very hard. “I'm sorry, but you did not say Narcissus. I may not be worthy of the name, but you only told me to say that when I was addressed that way.”

Janice smiled Evilly “Well all of that is true, but remember, that is only for our little group, you do not have to tell that to the bellhop or taxi cab driver or anyone else outside of it. But what I was referring to is this is still America, and you are still in American. You must approve and consent to this relationship before we can move on. Do you want me here when you come home?”

All of this took Narcissus by complete surprise, every other time she played this game, they were either in or out, there was no approval or consenting of anything. She thought very hard on the subject. She did a lot of things she would have preferred not doing, but that was part of the game and was probably why she had some of the best climaxes of her life last night. Eventually she looked up and locked eyes with Janice. “Yes. Ma'am, I would very much like it if you were here when I get home.”

“OK, then I think I shall make one adjustment to your work then. I am going to make you the office bitch”

Narcissus eyes shot wide open. “No, you can't do that. It would be a physical impossibility for me to do all their work. I would get fired within the week, if that long.”

Janice smiled at the fear, she unintentionally invoked. “Well, that is not what I meant. They will, of course, need to do their job, but if they need their pussy licked, you lick it, if they need their ass licked, You lick it. If they want lunch, you buy it, all other things, you will be their bitch while at work.

Narcissus nodded in acceptance.

Smiling very evilly. “Have a good day at work.” And Narcissus was dismissed.

Leo walked into the lobby of the hotel, where he worked as a security guard. The first thing he saw was a lady berating all the employees around her. He thought he should do something about it, but the. manager was there and deferring to her. So he went on his way.

Later that night, while he was doing his rounds, he came across the same lady yelling at a maid. That maid just stood there and took it, then the lady slapped the maid very hard and stormed off to her room. The maid waited until she heard the door slam and then ran off, going past Leo, not even noticing him. Leo was incensed, the maid looked like a Spanish Princess, the kind that he instinctively wanted to protect and the lady had no right to do that to her.

As Leo went about his rounds. He got madder and madder. He could not get the scene out of his mind. Until he decided to do something about it. He thought and thought, and eventually came up with a plan, whoever that lady was, she's going to pay for her actions. later that night, after he had completed his shift, he snuck into the ladies hotel room. When the lady came back to her room, she found him standing in her bedroom. “What the hell are you doing here?” She said, but his only response was to deck her and as she was trying to get a breath to scream. He hit her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Then from her back now, he put a cloth of chloroform over her nose and mouth, knocking her unconscious. Then he tossed her body into a trash can and rolled it out to his car. Knowing where all the cameras were, he was never spotted.

Three hours later, she woke up chained in a outdoor pit. She screamed and screamed, but no one came. Eventually, she just shivered through the night, hoping someone would find her. Later that day, Leo came by “Hello” He said, from the rim of the pit.

“What the hell, get me outta here? What do you think you're doing, my father is going to kill you. I know my rights.” She replied,

“Well, first off, let's get some introductions done. What's your name?”

“Marjorie.”

“Well, Marjorie, I think you are unsure of what's going on here, first and foremost, you have no rights. You are scum and you will be treated as such. I have sentenced you to at least 7 days here and if you are non-compliant, it will be longer. Before we are through you're going to be begging me to rape you in the ass, mouth and pussy and you will be a very obedient slave, doing everything I say, when I say, how I say, why I say. By the way I am Milord to you and you will teach yourself to curtsy and kowtow today or you'll have a very rough time here. Well, you're going to have a rough time here anyway. You will have a rougher time.”

“What, you're mad, my father will kill you” She said.

But all he did was get up, whip out his cock and piss on her and walked away.

“OMG you pissed on me” was all she could get out before he was out of hearing range.

It was a long cold night for Marjorie. When Leo came the next day, she had a bit of an attitude adjustment. “OK OK I'll Fuck you. You can take me in the rear. I'll give you a blow job. Please let me out of here. It's ice cold.

Leo came down into the pit with a strap. “You are so slow, I would think you were retarded if I didn't know better. You are scum. You don't consent to anything, if somebody wants to hit you.” He swung the strap and hit her for the first time. “They hit you, if they want to Fuck you, they Fuck you. The absolute best you can do is beg and plead for them to do something with you/to you and hope they take you someplace better to do it.” He then began to hit her repeatedly blow after blow after blow. She was hysterically crying when he finished and left the pit.

The next day was a complete shock to her. He shot her with a tranquilizer and while she was a sleep stripped her, she woke up butt naked and frozen. The cu de gra was he put her clothes up where she could see them, mounted on a Scarecrow device, taunting her with them. He came down to the pit with the strap later that day. She was incoherent, but managed. “Please Fuck me, take me any way you like. Just bring this to an end, please. I beg of you. ”His only response was to beat her again for a half hour, blow after blow after blow. Not so much fun when you're on the other side of the coin, is it? Then he left.

The next day when he came down with the strap, she just stayed there on her knees, waiting for the beating to begin, which it did. For another half hour. He simply beat her time after time again. She was crying hysterically when he was done. He just stood there waiting for her to compose herself. When she did, she got back on her knees and was waiting for the beating to resume. “Well I congratulate you. You seem to be learning a little, hence I will do something nice for you.” He then proceeded to a cabinet which he pulled out a box of cereal and a very large bowl. He poured the entire box in the bowl and set it on the ground and told her, “You must be hungry after four days of not eating. Stay on your knees and eat it like a dog.” She was starving and did not want to risk him taking the bowl of food away, so she did as she was told. He watched her eat until she licked the bowl clean. Then he put it away and left.

The next three days were about the same as the first four, except he fed her every day. The 7th day, he came down and beat her. Then said, “Due to your noncompliance the first two days I have decided to extend your stay in here a day, I suggest you think about your actions and how to rectify them. With that, he left her crying on the floor.

The next day, he came down without the strap. “Now remembered you shall be seen, not heard. You'll do what I say, when I say it, how I say it. No ifs and's or butts about it and you don't ask questions.” He then unshackled her. and took her by the ear and dragged her out of the pit, from there he took her to a hose and water spigot and told her to clean herself off. When she was done, he said “Okay, now stick it up your ass”

Confused she said “what?”

Which was met with a slap and then a backhand to her face. “Do that again and it's another week in the pit for you, stick it up your ass” Terrified, she did as she was told. the process was relatively quick. Her bowels filled up in a matter of seconds, and then all the crap that was there came out. ”OK you can pull it out now.” She did and all the Clear water came out. “Now you best remember to do what I want, when I want, how I want, or I will take a metal bar and shove it up your ass and then throw you in the pit.” With that, he spun her around and slapped some lube on her butt hole and then a sodomize her. When he was done, he pulled out and told her “This all better be going in your mouth, or you will be back in the pit.” With that, he shoved his cock in her mouth. She blew him for about 10 minutes, and then he came, she drank it all down, terrified of the consequences if she didn't. “Good good good you're learning, get on your feet. We're going to take a walk.”

He pointed to where she gave herself an over glorified enema and asked her, “what is that?”

“my feces”

“Yes, you're shit and it would be in your mouth right now if you hadn't done what I told you to do. Do it again, and I'll let you learn the hard way.”

“yes Milord” He smiled, It was the first time she used the title he had given himself.

They walked for about An hour and a half. They were on an island in the middle of the canyon. There were no bridges to it and there was a straight drop down. When they were back outside the house. He stopped and said. “Did you see any bridges?”

“No”

“Do you know how to fly?”

“No”

“Good, That means I'm your only way on or off this rock. I highly suggest you do as you're told.” He then took her by the ear and half dragged her into the house. From there they went upstairs and he threw her into an over glorified closet. He shut the door and locked it. There was one light with no way to turn it on and off. It would just stay on unless he turned it off from the outside. The only furniture that was in there was a chamber pot, so she could relieve herself at night. Other than that she had nothing. A half hour went by and he came in with a bowl of cereal, he put it on the floor and let her eat. She wasn't taking any chances, at least the insinuation was she was going to sleep inside tonight. She got on all fours and ate like a dog. When she was done, he picked up the bowl and left, locking the door again and shutting off the light this time. She laid down on the floor and went to sleep. Exhausted from the last weeks events.

The next day he came and gave her, her a regular beating. Then he dragged her by the ear to another closet. “Now you get something to do, these are the cleaning supplies I have bought for you, you will clean this house from top to bottom, if you miss anything it's the pit for at least a week. For every day you do not finished the house. You will be beaten at night as well as during morning. Get to work.” With that he went off to do whatever he did during the days.

It took her three days to finish the house, it was a large house. During that entire time she did not have a stitch of clothing. She worked butt naked, but very diligently. The beatings were quite harsh and the work was very hard, but she did it all by herself. It was the first time she could remember finishing anything like that in her entire life. She was quite pleased with herself for getting it done. She eventually told Leo that the house was clean, almost with a smile, but not quite.

“Good good.” Leo said. “Follow me.” It was the first time Leo had not dragged her by the ear where they were going, so she was very curious what was going to happen. They eventually went into one of the rooms, where there was a outfit laid out complete wit shoes and underwear. She had hand washed everything in the house, so she knew they were there, but never expected to get to wear them. For the first time in a long time, she got really excited, she did not know if this was a promotion from dog status, but it would be lovely to wear clothes again. “Put that on.” Leo said and she most eagerly complied. This was the first time she wore clothes since he stripped her in the pit. She could hardly contain herself. “Okay, this is how things will work from now on, after your morning beating you will clean everything that was dirty from the prior day. Then you will clean the clean stuff. You will only stop cleaning when I am using you for something else or you are cooking, Understood?” She nodded her head in acceptance. “Also it is best you remember that you own nothing, those clothes you have on there are on loan, rebel in any, way, shape or form and their gone.” Subdualy, she nodded her head in acceptance again. “Good, get to work.”

This went on for several weeks. She still had no clue why it was happening to her. She was not allowed to ask questions, so she just did what she was told, hoping to stay out of the pit, one day she heard “scum come here.” It was the first time he called for her, so she ran as fast as she could to the living room, when she stopped it all came together. Though her head was lowered, she could see Annabelle was standing there, the maid she had hit in the hotel Hallway.

Annabelle was in shock, when Leo told her he had the bitch captive, she thought he was joking, it would be a punching bag or a cardboard cut out something she could let off some steam on and then he was going to try and get laid. Her shock turned to anger. She started breathing very heavily, her shoulders came forward, like she was a bodybuilder and she just stood there Huffing and puffing glaring at Marjorie. “She is in the exact same position that you were in, that night she slapped you. She cannot defend herself, nor begged for mercy. She just has to take whatever you dish out.” That was all it took, Annabelle snapped, she lunged at Marjorie and using fists, knees, elbows everything she could think of to hit her, she hit her with, if she could step back and think a little she probably would have hit her with the furniture too. Eventually, Marjorie fell on the floor and was knocked unconscious, but Annabelle just kept on hitting her over and over again. Eventually, Leo stepped in. “She's unconscious now, you're wasting your energy.” That brought Annabelle back to reality, she had played that night over and over again in her head. She probably would have killed Marjorie, if she had a weapon, but Annabelle caught her breath and stood up and simply looked at Leo. “That bitch hit me.”

Trying to move on, Leo did not want a murder on his hands. “Well, it seems you have incapacitated the closest thing we have to a servant. I guess we will have to fend for ourselves until she wakes up. Can I interest you in some wine?”

It took about 1/2 hour, but Marjorie eventually woke up. she woke up to Leo and Annabelle talking and drinking wine. “she is completely broken, she will do anything and everything you tell her, No matter how humbling or degrading it is. There is not an arrogant bone left in her body. Oh, look, there, she is waking up.”

“Anything”

“Anything”

“Get on your knees.” Marjorie complied.

“Stand there” Annabelle positioned herself where Leo was pointing.

“Worship her ass”

Annabelle's face went to shock. “No, that's not ness”, But Marjorie was too quick for her, up went her skirt, down went her panties and in for the anus went her tongue “OOO EEE HAAA” No one had eaten her ass out before and she could not describe the sensations she was feeling, but Marjorie quickly brought her to one climax after another.”

“Ohh, that might have been a mistake, you have washed down there since the last time you used the restroom. Haven't you?”

“Yes”

“Ohh good, she's still kissable.”... “Well, I think you've had enough of that. Marjorie back off. OK Annabelle, please turn around. Marjorie worship her pussy”

Annabelle was already positioned for body worship, so she had no time to prepare. When Marjorie went between Annabelle's legs and locked lips with her holy of hollies Annabelle's just lost it. She grabbed her head and pushed her harder into her crotch. Having one climax after another much more volatile than the ones from the rear. Leo was quite amused, Annabelle was not even trying to protest anymore. She was doubled over, eyes closed and moaning like crazy. You would think it was out of a Porno movie. Leo let Marjorie go until Annabelle fell on the floor. Then he waved her off, Annabelle just laid there with a bird fed smile on her face, rolling back and forth. Leo didn't know of course, but he was pretty sure he just gave Annabelle the best sexual encounter of her life. He looked towards Marjorie “Go Cook dinner.” and she was off.

From then on life went on pretty much routinely, for two weeks she did nothing but clean cook with the occasional sexual encounter. Then one day Leo came to her “I like to think of myself as a hard ass, but I do have one deep weakness, that's children. Today I saw your child crying for you and it just broke me up. If you promise not to tell anybody about this place and what happened to you here, I will let you go.”

Marjorie thought hard for a minute, she had started liking the place since the encounter with Annabelle, but he mentioned the one thing that never left her mind, her child, after a few moments, she nodded yes, and said “yes Milord, I will keep quiet.”

“Very well, come with me.” He led her outside where there was a wheelchair waiting. He strapped her in, then chloroformed her. Three hours later, she woke up in the same room she was abducted, at first she started to scream, but no one came. It was an expensive floor and very rarely filled. She was alone. The first thing she did was called the front desk, telling them she didn't know how she got there and had everything turned on in the room. The second thing she did was call her son. They had a very tearful reunion. All she would tell her kid about her time away was never be a bully. You never know who's watching.

Three weeks went by very, very quickly. Marjorie busied herself with her kid and with buying the floor that she was abducted on. She expected Leo or Annabelle to come by and make sure she was acting correctly, but they never came. She knew they were there because she saw them a couple of times in the hotel. She even locked eyes with Annabelle a couple of times. But they never approached her or said anything. Marjorie got tired of waiting and eventually asked their bosses to send them to see her.

When they came for the audience, their bosses came with them, very concerned that somebody of her reputation was upset with their employees. She looked up and spotted them as they came into her room. “I just wanted to see Annabelle and Leo. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you two?”

“We were just concerned you were having problems with them. We heard. through the grapevine you had issues with them and we wanted to apologize and find a way to rectify the situation.”

“No no no, I do not have any issues with them, they might have issues with me, I've been a total bitch to them, but I'm very satisfied with their performance, as a matter of fact, as long as you're here, I would like to give you these letters of appreciation.” Marjorie got up and went to her desk where there were two envelopes waiting. She pick them up and gave them to their bosses. “Now, if you would please leave us alone. Our business is quite personal, I would like to conduct it privet. “

Both the bosses nodded to her and left, when the door was shut behind them, she addressed Leo. “May I lock the door.” He nodded yes, after she locked the door, she took off her outer coat, revealing she was dressed in the servants clothes that she acquired at the house. She then took out two pieces of paper from the dress pocket and made sure she had the correct ones in a hand. She then approached both of them and got on her knees, handing the pieces of paper to them, saying “I am very sorry for the inconvenience that I have put you through. Please accept this as an admission of my complete and utter guilt, perfuse confession that I am sorry and my promise to be better in the future.” Leo and And Annabelle looked at each other confused then took the pieces of paper. Annabelle took a step back as if she was hit and whereas Leo stood his ground, he was equally as confused. “Do you have a mill I mean two million to give?” This was their first introduction to how rich Marjorie actually was.

“Yes, my lord. My father left me $5 billion dollars, three residences and two businesses when he passed. I can more than cover that, I chose $1,000,000 because it seems to be the number most thrown around on TV, but I can do more if you believe I should.”

Leo trying to think. “Father?”

“Yes. My real father, he died when I was very young. You're thinking of my stepfather, he is very nice and very protective, but I did not come from his loins. Would you like another check? And if so, how much?”

“No no. But this is a lot of money and as you said, we could ask for more if we need to. I was wondering what you expect back for this.”

“No, nothing, no strings attached, but I was mostly humbly wondering if I may go back to the house”

This hit Leo like a lead brick. “The house, are you mad?” … “That's my personal fantasy island you are opening yourself up to every vile and sadistic thing I can think of, why the hell would you want to go back there?”

She was looking down at his feet, but he could tell that she smiled at the question. “This is hard to explain, especially if you don't come from my background. First it feels like home, I know that's odd for you to hear, but in all of my houses there are plenty of rooms and wings I have never been in. I know every inch of that place, except for the doors you kept locked and I would expect to know what's in there one day too. The second, it is the first place where I began and finished something. Everything else I have done in my life, I have had help, someone was always there looking over me that knew better, more capable. I cleaned that house from topped to bottom, with only me to rely on. I would like to keep it clean.”

Leo and Annabelle exchange. incredulous looks. Annabelle eventually walked in front of Marjorie. “Look up”...When Marjorie was looking her in the eye, she. said. “They say a mother's kiss cures all.” Then she gave her a slap and backhand that knocked her both ways, but not quite off her knees. She then bent over and kissed both cheeks. “I hope that helps. but if you will excuse me, I am extremely nervous with this money not in a bank account. I need to go deposit it. You have come a long way Marjorie, don't stop now.” With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Marjorie and Leo alone.

Leo looked down on her. “Well, I cannot claim to be much better than her, I do like to think I'm a badass, but having a check worth $1,000,000 that any thug can destroy is very nerve wracking. I intend to go back to the house this Friday, If you meet me at my car, I will take you. It is the black Ford Mustang in the security parking spot, just to the left of the kiosk as you drive in. I suggest you think about this very hard. You do not need to put yourself through that again. You have paid for your simple crime. a million times over.”

Leo then turned and left. For the first time since she met him, she thought he was walking fast. That Friday, she met him at his car as he requested. For the first time she was awake as they drove to the Ultralight pad, to fly to the Little Island in the Canyon. When they got there, he took her in the House and told her. “You can sleep anywhere that it seems comfortable. I would normally do things that would entertain me now, but after 8 hours of work and a 3 hour drive I'm tired. We shall pick this up again where we left off tomorrow.” With that, he went to bed or so she thought. Three hours later, she woke up and she was in the pit, chained back to the wall. This was the last thing she was expecting. She started to scream and scream and scream. But once again, nobody came. She eventually just curled up on the floor and cried.

“Hello.”

That immediately got her attention. She spun around and got on her knees and said, “I know I'm not supposed to ask questions, but if you would please tell me what I did, I will correct it. I did not mean any harm.”

“Ah, yes. The infamous question 'why am I here'. Well, the asshole response is because you were born. The reality is because I'm an ass”

“May I ask how long I will be in here?”

“05, maybe 10 more minutes more. The fun part was when you were panicking. Now you're like a bump on a log. Nothing big, nothing exciting, nothing entertaining. Play time seems to be over.”

Leo then went over to her and unshackled her from the wall and took her back to the house. He half encouraged her to go upstairs with him, which she did very happily. He took her to the room she was in when she was a captive and when he opened the door, she saw it furnished like a real bedroom. You could turn on the light from the inside, bed, a dresser everything you would expect a human being to have. There were no closets in the closet, of course. But he put up a rack and hung some dresses on it.”

She could not have thought of a nicer thing to be done for her, She started to cry and hugged his neck. saying. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Marjorie had a hard time sleeping that night, the episode in the pit was too vividly in her mind. She eventually passed out and slept very deeply for the remainder of the night. She got up late at 9am, very shocked she was not receiving a beating. when she went down stairs, she saw Leo sitting in a recliner. He smiled at her and she began her morning chores.

This is one of those stories that can go on and on. I thought about putting all three of them in the House and having a sadistic orgie . I also thought of Marjorie buying the island in the Canyon and giving it to Leo, also putting solar energy and indoor plumbing in the house. Those are just a couple of my perverted thoughts on the subject, but you have to finish sometime. Hope you enjoyed the story. Leave a comment if you did.

Greetings from the Great South West again. No one commented on my first story. So I don't know if you want this or not, but since it is already written, I shall post it anyway. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment. Here is a link to part one. If you're interested.

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Mother and daughter two.

16 years later.

Rachel is 19 years old now and has claimed her rights as an adult. Denise came home at 10:00 o'clock when her daughter was supposed to be home, but she wasn't. Pacing back and forth over the living room. She worried and worried and worried to the point she almost called 911 to report her missing. she came home at 1:00 AM drunk and Disheveled.

Denise was livid. She had never been more scared in her life. “Where the hell have you been? You said you would be home by 10:00 o'clock, it's 1:00 AM and you look like you've been in a fight. What's happening here?”

Rachel looked at her mother with bemusement. “I'm an adult now, I can come home when I please, and no, I wasn't in a fight. It was simply a rough party that got out of control. for a bit.”

“Why didn't you call at least, something to let me know you're OK, It's dangerous out there You could've gotten hurt.” Denise was at her wits end

“I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I had some work to do and was busy” Rachel retorted, obviously getting angry now.

“Work” Denise was aghast. “Work, what the hell kind of work could you been doing at this time of night?”

Rachel looked her mother right in the eye. “Haven't you noticed I haven't asked you for any money for the last year, I'm a whore”

Denise was stunned, that knocked her back a few steps. All of her defenses went down. She couldn't believe her ears, What?”

“I'm a whore, I spread my legs for money. I want to be a prostitute and this is my first step.”

“What, what the hell, why?” Denise was lost, Rachel was supposed to be a good girl. Go to college, get a job, marry a nice guy and have a family. How is this possible?

“Because I want to be like you. You were always there when things went wrong. You always make things right and you always cared. I want to be like that.”

“Wah Wah What do you mean? what do you mean you want to be like me? You don't know what I do? I've always told you it was a secret.”

“Mother don't lie. It's obvious what you do. I see the bruises on you. I see the gate in your walk when you come home. There is no doubt what you do. Hell, I even remember the first day you came to pick me up from school and your face was devastated. Your a whore, a whore for some very mean people. I can take that.”

Denise backed up again, hitting the door with her head. It was as if Rachel physically hit her. She didn't know what to do. “I know it's cutting hairs, but I'm not a whore, I'm a slave for some very wealthy people. I do what they say, when they say it and I take what they give me, end of discussion. You can't wanna be that”

“You're right, it is cutting hairs very fine hair, but Yes, I do.”

Denise, body froze up, she looked at Rachel like she had been shot. Her whole world had just collapsed. Then all of a sudden she launched herself at her Slapping her face as hard as she could. “Put your hands behind your back. Slaves don't get to protect themselves. Just take it, take it.”

Rachel surprisingly did what she was told. It was only about 10 minutes, and nothing was broken, no blood was shed, but her face was pretty messed up. Nonetheless”

Everything had turned to anger in Denise. She had to convince her daughter somehow this was not the way to go. “So you want to be a slave, OK. You don't get to have any friends, you don't get to go out and party, all you do is stay here unless told to do something else and clean. You clean the entire house top to bottom, laundry, dishes everything even the refrigerator and when you're done, you start cleaning the clean stuff, Understood.”

Rachel nodded yes, then Denise stormed off to bed. She cried herself to sleep that night, the first time she did that since she got the job with the Duchess. She always felt secure with the Duchess, confident that she would be taken care of, she was totally lost now and really didn't know where to go or what. to do.

Unfortunately, the first week went fine. Rachel did exactly as she was told and when Denise got home from work, she spanked her, tortured her breast or feet, and then went off to watch TV. Then one day she got home and Rachel wasn't there. She was very surprised, she called her number and called and called and called and nothing. It was like the first night again. She was terrified and didn't know what was happened to her daughter. Rachel got home at 3:00 AM and she was a mess. She definitely had been beaten up.

“What happened, where were you? Why didn't you answer your phone? I called and called and called.”

“My pimp found me, he beat me up, took my phone and forced me back to work. He said if I didn't things would get bad for me, and you, especially you, he basically said he would kill you in a very painful way, if I didn't turn tricks for him.”

Denise was crushed again, she had just started thinking about how she would introduce her daughter to the Duchess and now this, she started to shake uncontrollably and then she did something she had never done before. Call the Duke.

“What's wrong?” He answered

“I am so sorry to call you at this time of night, but I'm in Trouble. My daughter has gotten involved with a pimp and now he's foreseeing her to turn tricks for him. I thought I had gotten her to quit, but he has literally started forcing her to work under threat of killing me. If she didn't”

“Fuck, I hate pimps. What's his name and where is he at?” Denise asked Rachel. and then responded.”Marcus Weber, he's on the east side.”

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it. If he shows up Before I get to him, Charlotte will deal with Him, I'll warn her. Go, to sleep. See you tomorrow.” With that he hung up.

The next few days went quietly. When Denise got to work the next day she got a particularly wicked spanking. but she expected that, the Duke had a fondness for abusing her rear end and used every excuse possible, even none, but nothing was said about the call. One day, Rachel was going to the store, she went in a out of the way route to avoid seeing her pimp, but there he was on a set of stairs outside an apartment building. When he saw her, he panicked. He got up and hobbled into the apartment building, he had a cast and crutches now and he stumbled into the door of the apartment building. She could hear him telling them. “I didn't touch her, I didn't touch her. Your witnesses. I didn't touch her.” She went up to a working girl that was on the steps with her pimp and asked. “What's up? He beat the shit out of me last week, now he's running.”

“Your new pimp found him and convinced him to let you go. He was over here because he was trying to avoid you. It's also why he's on crutches.”

Rachel was confused. “I don't have a new pimp, I'm out of the business technically...” Then it came to her, her mother's call. “My mother.” Was her only response and then she hurried home.

She told her mother that night about the day's events and Denise said. “Thank you for telling me, I wondered what happened after the phone call. You'll only get orders there or they take their pleasure anything other than that you don't need to know, and they don't tell you. Be ready at 9:00 AM. Tomorrow you're going with me with Charlotte.”

When Denise brought Rachel to the car in the morning Charlotte look confused, but open the door and let them in anyway. “OK remember when you're in this house, you curtsy to everybody the moment you see them, even Charlotte, She may relieve you of this obligation, but don't second guess her, wait for her to articulate it. On the outside of the house, you curtsy to the Duke and Duchess and anyone there with them. Never speak before being spoken to. Never ask questions. If you have a question about an order you may ask it, but expect retribution. We are objects to be played with, we are there for their amusement, never forget that, I have never seen somebody fired, and I don't want to. They will attempt to verbally break you, let them. It's okay to cry, scream, wine, beg, but never talk back And never expect them to give in to your pleading. They won't, they think it' s all a part of the game. Do exactly as you're told. If you're told the strip, you strip, if you're told to clean the restroom, you clean the restroom, if you are told to go rake the outside, you go rake the outside. You do exactly what they say, when they say it. Sooner or later expect a push in the back, when that happens you bend over and grab your ankles. You let them do what they want. Odd are you will be taken, but they may grope, fondle or even spank you too. You take everything without complaint, but like I said, you can cry. Now this is the most important part, once you are in those doors, I can't help you. You are open season and you will be used and abused. I assume as bad as I've been. You better think before you leap on this one honey, I just flat out can't help you when we go past that point, it is the point of no return, Understood.”

Rachel nodded her head yes and for the rest of the ride looked very worried. Charlotte had been listening to them through the intercom and now knew why Rachel was in the car too. She let them out of the car with a simple good luck and went to the garage.

Denise was true to her word, everything in the house looked immaculate, but she started cleaning anyway and never stopped. Rachel followed her around the house chatting about nothing until they heard 'Ah-hem'

Both Denise and Rachel turn towards the Duchess and curtsied. “Whom may I ask is this?”

“This is my daughter Milady, Rachel.”

“and why am I honored with their presence.”

“She would like a position in the household, if you would be so kind as to consider her”

“Interesting and do you want her to have a position in the household?”

“No ma'am, but she says she wants to and has given me little choice.”

“Ohh yes, the pimp has he bothered you since then?” She asked Rachel

“No ma'am, he hasn't and he hasn't tried to contact me either.”

“Well Denise I hate to ask personal questions like this, but does she know what happens around here? And what her position would be?”

“Yes ma'am, I have told her everything I remember and tried to talk her out of it. She seems to want the position.”

“Everything? how about your first day? When I almost put you in the hospital. Probably should have, but you were eager to stay.”

“she seems to remember the aftermath of that day, but I forgot to tell her the details.”

Hum said the Duchess as her demeanor suddenly turned cold. “Details are quite important especially at times like this.” The Duchess then started to beat on Rachel Slapping her back and forth, back and forth. like the first day with Denise. However, when she stopped, there was not nearly as much damage as the first time.

“She didn't last as long as you did, we will have to work on that. Now you realize you are selling your precious daughter into slavery and she will be treated as such. No slack will be given because she's your daughter.” She evilly asked Denise

That cut Denise to the core, but she just simply said “yes, Milady”

“Both of you get your phones and checkbooks and meet me in my office.”

Both of them ran to do their bidding. They got to the Duchess's office, almost on her heels. The Duchess took the items and sat down behind her desk and began to work. No. one was bleeding. so they simply stood in front of the desk with their eyes lowered. The Duchess worked for a period of time then looked up at them and told them to check their bank accounts. They both did. Denise had £50,000. and Rachel had £40,000. The deal was done.

“You just sold your daughter into slavery, sex slavery to boot. You really must be a vile creature.” Humiliating and degrading Denise was fun for the Duchess, Denise was used to it, but she wonder how much her daughter could take. The Duchess then picked up the phone and called the Duke. “Hello honey, how's your day been? ….... Good good, I'm glad to hear it. Mine has gone better than anticipated too. Our meek, mild and obedient slut has just sold me her daughter. Would you like to come over and play? Good good see you soon.”

She hung up the phone and then looked up at the two ladies very evilly. “If my memory serves me right when we hired Denise I took her breasts and the Duke took her arse. We never script this out, but that's how it went down. I think I will reverse that a bit this time Bend over the desk bitch.” Rachel Did as told as the Duchess got up and pulled a very wickedly looking paddle out of her desk. She pulled Rachel's dress up and dropped her panties and stepped back to admire her arse. “My my my look at what we have here, that is absolutely magnificent. The Duke is going to have an absolute ball using and abusing that.” Duchess leered at Rachel's behind for a moment then. “This is a brand new paddle. I just bought it your arse is going to break its virginity.” She then lit into Rachel with all she had nonstop for a half hour until a bell went off, signaling the front door had opened and she stopped and went to greet the Duke.

Both Denise and Rachel were crying. Rachel, much more than Denise, but there was tears coming from all the eyes. Denise put her finger to her lips, reminding Rachel not to speak and they waited like that, not moving an inch. The Duchess came back with the Duke a short while later, and they both took a moment to admire Rachel's arse. “Stand up....Turn around.....Strip. My wife put some nice color in your arse, you do realize that's just the beginning of your night. We are going to break you, crush you and wipe the floor with you and think it's funny, are you sure you want to proceed with this your mother can take a lot. Can you too?”,

Rachel starting to be able to control herself. “I think so Milord.”

“We are real nasty people, we enjoy hurting helpless people. It's going to be verbal as well as physical. You're going to be called every vile thing under the sun. We are going to make you do every vile thing you can imagine, And we are going to make your mother watch as well as participate in your dismantling. You really, really, really sure you want to do this.”

Rachel was getting scared, but she was really determined to do this, she nodded her his head. Yes.

The Duke look pleased. He had something particularly nasty for her and didn't want any guilt trips. He just wanted to enjoy her suffering. “Just out of curiosity have you seen that pimp again.”

“Yes, Milord, I have.”

The Duke started to scowl, and an edge came to his voice. “What happened?”

“He ran Milord.”

“Ran”

“Yes, Milord, he ran. It really was quite funny, he was on crutches because his leg was in a cast and he had to hobble into an apartment building to get away from me.”

The Duke Instantly. relaxed. And chuckled a little. “Well, I guess I'll let him live another day then. But if he tries to contact you, even for Girl Scout cookies, tell me, he's a dead man.”

Rachel was beginning to understand why her mother liked this job so much. Yes, they were cruel, but they made sure everybody consented and they took care of their people. “Yes, Milord.”

“Take your clothes to your purse in the doorway, then come back. We're going to go to the dungeon.”

As Rachel did as the Duke instructed, he turned his attention to Denise. “You realize we're going to destroy her and have a good time doing it.”

“You're not going to kill her, will you?”

“No no no no, I won't even joke about that. She will probably wish she was dead and she will probably beg for death, but she will see the morning light.”

When Rachel returned, they went to the dungeon. The Duke, tied her arms above her head from the ceiling and pulled her up, her feet barely touched the floor. His wife came in with some zip ties and a rider's crop. Which scared Denise to death. She didn't want that to happen to her daughter, but what could she do? “Well, I guess we'll have to lower you a bit. We need more access to your tits” Said the Duke. When Rachel was situated the Duchess went up to her and began to affix the ties on her tits “When I did this to your mother, she lasted quite long time, unfortunately for you, you will not have a choice.” The Duchess told Rachel as she pulled the first zip tie tight. The Duchess relished her screamed and then affixed the other one, prompting further screams.

The Duke went and got a ball gag and brought it to Rachel. “It seems you are going to get quite loud with this, this should help shut you up.” He told her as he affixed the gag to her mouth. The Duchess then began whipping her tits with the riders crop. This was actually worse than when she did it to her mother, because the Duke got a belt out and started whipping her backside. He had a real affliction for pretty girls bottoms, but he did not neglect the leg or back as he worked her over.

They continued to do this for 45 minutes straight. Occasionally stop pausing to get Denise to bring them food or drinks. Denise did as she was told, but couldn't help thinking how much worse this was then when she was hired. When they stopped Rachel was completely broken, she just hung there, purple tits and arse and sobbed. The Duke stopped whipping her and watched the Duchess finish up with her tits.

“Well, this has been fun, shall we change it up a bit?” The Duke said with an evil tone to his voice. Denise feared this was going to be the Ku de Gra. The Duke let Rachel down and then half Carried her to a chair. The chair was a modified Iron Chair. He instantly affixed her neck to the chair, then her arms and legs. Last her torso, she could barely move an inch. He then went to his work bench and retrieved three metal chains with clamps on the ends. He proceeded to attach one to each breast. And the last one he affixed to her clitoris. This hurt Rachel but nothing she couldn't handle. Then the Duke affixed the far ends to a metal plate and got out a Taser.

Denise figured it out and screamed “Nooooo”. It was a minor slip, but the Duke and Duchess instantly caught it.

Rachel still not putting two and two together. Looked at her mother because of her outburst and then the Duke applied the taser to the plate. Electrocuting her breasts and clitoris. Taken totally off guard, Rachel screamed as hard as she could, but the gag was still in place so it came out as a muffled wine.

The Duke put the Taser on a shelf where Rachel could see it and addressed her mother. “So the Teflon bitch has got a weakness, It only took us 16 years to find it.” Walking towards Denise “I told you you would regret this sale. Little sluts like you should learn their place and will.” The Duke grabbed Denise by the back of the hair.

“You sold the scum, now you have to abide with what we do with her.” he then forced Denise to a table and then forced her on it face down and lashed her to it arms and legs. He then went to the work bench and got out a paddle, going back to Denise, he pulled up her skirt and down her panties and began to spank her with it. Denise thought she knew what was coming. She had been through plenty of spankings. Even the one after the phone call, she was able to take with relatives ease. This paddle was different though, like the Duchess's, it was brand new. The panel was specially designed to electrocute the victim on each swat. Denise was totally unprepared for any of this, she panic and started to scream in terror. Her daughter could do nothing, but look on, drooling like a retard. Knowing this isn't fake she was really scared. The Duke enjoyed the panic movements of Denise arse for 15 minutes and then handed the paddle to his wife who continued it. Then his attention reverted back to Rachel. Rachel was terrified knowing he was going to continue what he had started. Sure enough, he went back to the Taser showed her it Front and back then applied it to the metal plate, again and again and again.

After about 1/2 hour, the Duke stopped. “Well, I think that's enough for today. My naughty wife's bottom needs my attention and that should take the rest of the evening. Take a break, clean up and then you can go home. The Duchess had released Denise from the table, then she and her husband left the room.

Denise was still laying on the table sobbing, after about 15 minutes, she could get up and release her daughter. They gave each other a long hug and then began to clean up.

Except for the random Spanking or Sodomization. The next few days went quietly. Then the Duke came in with about 20 men and surrounded Rachel. There were so many of them. It took two circles for them all to be in place. Then the Duke said, “These nice men are going to gang rape you while your dear mother watches and serves them drinks and food. Who knows, they may even give your mother some attention too. Strip.”

Rachel took off her clothes and was instantly surrounded by the men. They began to grope her tits and arse and finger her pussy and then it began. One guy picked her up and shoved his cock into her arse, another one did her pussy, they laid down on a couch and the third guy took her mouth and that is how it went for the next few hours. Each man traded off with another one as they finished. Denise was forced to watch and get food and drinks. She thought some of them went back for seconds on her daughter, but she could do nothing. Then she found herself surrounded by four of the men. They ripped her panties off and DP'd her too.

It took the men an hour to finish with Denise and then they carried her to her daughter. They held her legs up around her ears and lowered her butt to Rachel's mouth. “Eat your Mother's ass bitch, Show her how much you appreciate her changing all those shitty diapers of yours. Come on suck out all that goo, it's good for you, swallow it.” Then they turned her around and made Rachel do it to her pussy. When she was done with Rachel they turned the tables on Denise, putting her face down in Rachel's crotch and pulling up Rachel's legs up to her ears, exposing her ass. “Come on, your daughter did it for you. Show her you're just as big of a slut as she is, eat it” They made her do her arse and then pussy. They paused for a few minutes, making her lick up the floor, but then they made her lick up her daughter's body and face. The Ku De Gra was at the end when they made mother and daughter make out. Kissing each other with all the men's seamen in them. They had a good laugh and left.

Hence, how Rachel became a second generation slave.

Greetings once again my twisted mind has come up with a story. Unlike the last one, however, this is totally my imagination. It was not inspired by anything else. Sorry about the formatting of the last post, I was unaware that imagefap stripped the format the formatting when it post I will try to make that better this time.  Once again, this story does not fit my profile persona. I don't know what has happened. I had a stroke, and I guess it changed a few more things in my physical mobility. I hope you enjoy it and yes, I'm working on one like my profile persona. It will come in due course.  Sorry if the story is a little disjointed. I am not a professional writer. I just try.

                                                               Wanted

Nanny/Cleaning Lady/Chef

Duties Include: Childcare, Cooking, Cleaning and other Nefarious Duties!!!

Pays Well, contact Duchess Fitzgerald …

…****************************************

Denise read the add and wondered what Nefarious meant, but She was desperate and needed a job. So she set up an interview.

A week later she was at the appointed Mansion 1/2 hour early. She did not realize this, but the outside cameras caught her every move. She did not do anything wrong, But the Duchess saw her and was pleased that she was there that early, promptness was important to her.

Exactly at the appointed time of the interview. Denise rang the door. The Duchess opened it immediately and invited her in. They stood in the entryway for a moment, and then the Duchess said, “spin for me”.

Denise did as instructed and then the Duchess said, “you are very pretty. My problem with these interviews is I always think of what I want to do and not what I should do.” She paused for a moment and then said. “Will get to the former in a little bit. For now, follow me.” She then led Denise into the kitchen. “You will find everything you need in here, make me some beef stew.” Then, without another word, she simply went over to the kitchen table and sat down to watch.

Denise had never been in an interview like this before, but after looking at the Duchess for a moment, she turned her attention to the kitchen. It was as well equipped as the Duchess had said. Thanking God for the cooking classes she took in high school, she made the Duchess some beef stew.

After Denise was through, she put it in the crockpot for four hours. “Well, I have done the best I could, It will be edible in four hours, but of course, a stew is always better the next day.”

“Excellent” The Duchess said. “Luckily enough, I am aware of how to make stew, never done it mind you, but I know how to and it looks like you did a good job. I'm very interested to see how it tastes With the salsa you put in it.”

“Now, will you please clean the Kitchen up? This is the first and last time you will be asked. You will just do in the future.”

Denise nodded her head in acknowledgment and went to work. This was more of what she was expecting in the interview. The actual cleaning part went well. She had been very neat while she was cooking the stew. She wiped down the counter's tops and mopped the floor, just trying to make a good impression, they did not need it.

“Very good” the Duchess started “Now, it might be a lacking in me, but I assume a woman knows how to raise children. So providing I don't gag on the stew in a few hours, you have passed all the tests. So please tell me about yourself.”

Denise took a breath. “Sorry, but I'm a very boring person. I'm simply a woman with a little girl with no criminal record. I'm looking for a job and I'm willing to learn anything you have to teach me.”

The Duchess smiled at her, everything was going according to what she expected. “OK, good, the job pays £5000 a month, plus benefits and raises will be yearly based on productivity. Would you like to accept the position?”

Denise had to clinch her jaw to keep it from falling off. That was triple what she expected and tons more than she feared, her voice sounded weak and scared, but she managed “Yes, ma'am”

The Duchess looked her up and down, “Okay, that's the hard part, for me at least. Now we get to the fun part, for me at least” she gave Denise a very cruel and evil smile “the Nefarious part of the add” she gave Denise a moment to speak up, but she just stood there demurely with her eyes lowered, so she continued “because I like you I have decided too split this into two positions, mind you, you do not have to except this position, but you will be exposed to it. The difference is if you decline the position all you will have to do is serve and clean the mess, IF YOU, except the position you will be the mess, as well as being expected to serve and clean it up, are you interested?”

Denise was in shock, she was just beginning to feel comfortable and now this “you are being very cryptic, b b but I think so”

The Duchess stood up and put her hands on her hips “Well let me spell it out for you, I'm a sadistic BITCH!!!, and the Duke is a sadistic BASTARD!!!, we like to hurt people or watch people getting hurt, we always root for the bad guy, unless children are involved, then all bets are off, in short we are looking for a masochistic sex slave. A well paid slave, but a slave none the less, are you interested?” she waited for a couple of minutes, then “WELL?”

Unbeknownst to the Duchess, in Denise's private life she was very kinky and extremely submissive. She had curtailed all that since she became a mother, but the things she did before that were UN-describable. The duchess was describing her dream job. “Yes Ma'am”

With that the Duchess gave her a full fledge evil smile and slapped her as hard as she could with her left and right hand. Denise took the blows well, but her cheeks were aflame and her ears started to ring. “Every time you agree to this I get worse, UNDERSTAND”

“Yes Ma'am”

The Duchess began to wail on her, left right left right left right. She beat her to her knees and Denise began to cry, while the Duchess screamed at her “go head and cry, that's what we want, for an extra £5000 a month you are committing to be our masochistic slave, SEX SLAVE!!! You will be used, abused, given to others and sold (for a night). You will be called a slut, whore, bitch, cunt, cocksucker and every other vile thing under the sun and all you can do is say 'I'm sorry' and then do your best to prove them right, if they want.” The Duchess was out of breath and stopped hitting her “get up” Denise did as she was told and forced herself to put her hands at her side. Her face was a mess. Her lips were hit so many times you couldn't tell where they weren't fat, they gave her the look of a African girl. Her eyes were both blackened and blood was coming out of her nose, mouth a eyes. Needless to say there wasn't a millimeter of her face that wasn't red, black or blue, but remarkably nothing was broke.

The Duchess looked at her, very proud of her work “Okay, I'm going to ask you again, think before you answer and remember I get worse every time you agree. The only difference is this time is I will assume you are committed and will claim your body and soul for my amusement, is this something you want to do?”

Denise pause for a moment, then looked the Duchess in eye and said “Yes”

“Good, get me your checkbook and phone”

This was below what Denise expect to hear “what?” she asked

The Duchess backhanded her so hard Denise fell to the her knees and yelled at her “GET ME YOUR DAMN CHECKBOOK AND PHONE NOW YOU WORTHLESS CUNT AND GRAB A PAPER TOWEL ON YOUR WAY, I don't want you bleeding all over the floor”

Knowing that the Duchess didn't misspeak, Denise grabbed a paper towel and dabbing at her face to stop the bleeding half ran to her purse in the entryway to fetch the requested items.

When she returned and handed them to the Duchess she said “ the phones for you, I just need the checkbook, follow me” she took Denise to her office.

She had Denise stand on the Fireplace Hearth, so she wouldn't bleed on the carpet and went to her desk. Denise watched the Duchess work on her computer for 20 odd minutes, including noting numbers from her checkbook and then she looked at her and said, “check your checking account.”

Once again things didn't add up to Denise “What?”

The Duchess scowled at her for a moment “You really don't need to give me reasons to hurt you, that's why I'm hiring you, it will happen weather you like it or not or earned it or not, want it or not. Your position is to cook, clean and suffer... and anything else I damn well please. The only things you can count on not happening to you is you won't be maimed or scarred, well not intentionally unless it is with your consent. Also we aren't into Scat, in any form and you won't be forced to consume piss. You might be pissed on, but you won't be force to drink it... what can I say, men are weird. Now check your fucking bank account, on your fucking phone, if you are so retarded you need further instruction. I don't have, nor do I want your password, if you don't have that you're fucked” the Duchess paused for a moment and wickedly smiled “in more ways than one.” she chuckled at that evilly.

Denise was slightly embarrassed she had completely forgot she had her phone, little own that you could check your bank account on it. She did as she was told and when she got to her account, her eyes flew open, making her black eyes bulge out to preposterous proportions. “This must be £50,000”

The Duchess scowled at her “what do you mean 'must be'?”

Denise's face went from elated excitement to crushing defeat. She had not realized what she divulged with that simple statement. It really hurt her at how desperate she was “I was overdrawn, very overdrawn.”

“Well that's good, we like to see the pain and suffering we inflict, not societies. I would hate to think what drugs you would be on”

Denise's eyes flew open again “I'm not on any drugs legal or illegal.”

The Duchess scowled again “I do not appreciate being interrupted, but considering the circumstances we will overlook it. I do appreciate the fact you are drug free, but you might want to consider some painkillers, if you like I can set you up with an appointment with my doctor, she will be aware of your situation and can help you survive a little. However, I would hate to think the drugs you would be on that would out strip the money I give you? I really don't want anyone O'Ding in my house.”

The Duchess sat back in her chair and looked at Denise for a moment. “I seem to remember telling you I would get worse and worse. What to do, what to do, what to do. You have been bought, put your phone and checkbook away and meet me in the kitchen.”

Denise looked at her chest. not knowing what to say.

“You are not bleeding anymore get the checkbook and phone and put them away.”

Denise did has she was told and then met her in the kitchen.

The Duchess was standing there with a riding crop, Denise didn't show it, but was relieved. She had been through plenty of whippings with various objects, including riding crops, she flat out didn't think the Duchess could break her with that, but she was going to make her think she had...

The Duchess pointed at Denise's blood on the floor “I'm going to tell you one last time, you clean up any mess we make before you leave for the day. Here the dungeon or upstairs... anywhere, understood?”

It was extremely humiliating to be told to clean up the blood that caused her so much pain, but that was the name of the game she guessed, Denise said “yes ma'am” while wondering when she would be told to lick it up, it's not urine or shit.

“Now turn around” the Duchess shoved Denise in the back, “Now whenever you feel that you bend over and grab your ankles... DO IT!!!” Denise complied. Then the Duchess pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties “Now, when you bend over a plethora of things can happen to you but odds are this will be the opening gamut, they may fuck you, sodomize you, spank you or a plethora of other thing, the important is you take it. You are a toy to be played with, used and abused for our amusement, no more no less, understood?”

“Yes ma'am”

“Good, stand up” the Duchess walked around Denise taking in her devastated appearance, she giggle at her knowing that not only was she going to top that, but that Denise wouldn't know what hit her

“Good, good, strip” as Denise went over to the table to strip and fold her clothes, the Duchess went to the drawers and got out a box of zip ties. “Good, good, now claps your hands behind your back and don't let them go until told so... God I love the way that makes your tits push out” The Duchess then got out two zip ties, she wrapped the first around a confused Denise's breast and pulled it shut as hard as she could, eliciting a scream from Denise and a buckling of her knee, but she caught herself and stood back up. Smiling ear to ear, like a bird fed cat, she slowly did the other breast, basking in Denise fear and terror. When she did the other one, Denise screamed even harder and her other knee buckled, but once again she held her own and stood up. Her breasts were quickly changing color and stuck out like they were in a Bullet bra, without the bra...

Denise was completely terrorized, she was in more pain than she ever had been in her entire life and the Duchess was heading for the crop. When she came back she stopped two arm lengths from her and looked her in the eyes, her eyes were wider than in the office and she was shaking like a leaf. The Duchess coldly look back at her and still grinning said “a promise is a promise”, Denise thought she felt heart freeze as she watched the Duchess wind up and using the full length of her arm for maximum impact, brought it down on her tits. The Duchess never stopped, she just hit her tits over and over again. On the 13^th strike she knocked her to her knees “get your hands behind your back bitch and stick out your tits, I'm not stopping till you beg for death”

Denise barely managed to do as told “please don't kill me, I have a daughter, this is the first time I can do something for her, I don't want die”

The Duchess just kept hitting her, on the 33^rd strike Denise thru-up, on the 56^th strike the Duchess got what she wanted.

Denise fell to the floor “please kill me, please make it quick, tell Rachael I love her, kill me, kill me, kill me please”

The Duchess stopped hitting her and climaxed on the spot, so hard she grabbed her pussy and fell to her knees, she could feel her pussy juice soaking her dress as Denise continued to beg, kill me, kill me, PLEASE!!!

The Duchess composed herself and stood up “first let me tell you that you are far past a quick death, second if you think I'm going to clean this mess up you're insane, you are going to live another day, third would you like me to stop abusing your tits?”

Denise frantically nodded yes!!!

“Then worship my arse”

She saw Denise flopping around, trying to get into position as she turned to point her arse toward her. At first she was disappointed, but then she saw her refection in the refrigerator and noticed Denise still had her hands clasped behind her back, “you can use your hands” up went her skirt, down went her panties and then Denise dove for her anus. The Duchess climaxed almost instantly and felt another one building. This kind of power over another human-being was intoxicating, the unadulterated worship was to much. She climaxed two more times, then stood up, bent over and kissed Denise on the lips. “That's how you know I'm clean. Now the pussy” She stood up and let Denise get to work. Denise brought her off 5 more times. She was half bent over when she told her to stop.

“How are you getting home?”

“The buss”

“No no no that won't do, I'll have Charlotte, my driver take you home?”

Denise began to Sob, “I have to pick up my daughter. From daycare.”

“Charlotte is the best driver there is. She will take you to the end of the earth if you tell her to and God help anybody who's tries to stop you. She's a dead shot and has a wicked round house. Take a break, then clean up this mess and then Charlotte will take you home.”

The Duchess came back with Charlotte a half hour later and Denise was still naked and mopping the floor. “Denise” The Duchess called out. When she turned to face them, they saw she was still with the zip ties on her breast.

Charlotte blanched at her “man you really fucked her up”

The Duchess looking almost concerned. “Yes, for a worthless cunt she does follow orders very well, in the future when I say clean up, that means you can put yourself to rights.” She then got a knife and cut the zip ties off of Denise. The relief she felt was undescribeable. She could only remain upright by using the counter for support. The Duchess smiled at her and simply left the room. Charlotte watch Denise get dressed and then finish cleaning the kitchen.

“Well”, Charlotte said. “Not that it is up to me, but I think you've had enough for the day, shall we go get your child from daycare?”

Denise looked at the kitchen worrying that she missed something, but nodded yes. Charlotte took her out to the car and opened the door for her. Denise stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Charlotte as if she was mad. “What do you expect me to do, Tie you to the roof? stuff you in the trunk perhaps? No no no unless the Duke or Duchess is with you or they've left instructions otherwise, you will be treated like a princess when you're with me. There is a full bar in there and a pantry of food. Feel free to eat and use the booze to kill your pain, if you need to. Denise hesitantly got in the car. She took Charlotte up on the eating part, she was starving, but only had a couple of drinks. She was going to pick up her child after all. It would not look good if she was drunk, it's not gonna look good anyway. She was a mess!!!

When they stopped Denise got out of the car and looked around. She asked Charlotte, “where are we? This is not where I said to go.”

“I thought you would like some new clothes. You don't want your daughter seeing you like that. Do you.”

“No... thank you, I would like some fresh clothes.” It was the first time in recent memory that Denise felt comfortable purchasing something for herself, but Charlotte paid for everything with the Duchess's card. It wasn't much, just a skirt and blouse, but it made Denise feel like a new person. Picking up Rachel was another story. When Rachel and the Caretaker looked at her, they were horrified. Rachel ran behind the caretaker and peaked out from behind her. It was only Denise's voice that conjured the child forward. “It's OK, it's me, Mommy I just look a little different.” It wasn't much, but her voice brought Rachel forward hesitantly. “Would you like to go to McDonald's and play in the playground?” Rachel lit up, that was a very rare treat for her. Denise looked at Charlotte for reassurance, but she just nodded yes to her.

The trip to McDonald's went brilliantly, Rachel played with both Denise and Charlotte, and had the time of her life. When they got to Denise's house Charlotte said. “I'm only going to do this once tomorrow, at 9:00 am I will come for you. If you are not out here, right here, I will not come in for you. I will just just leave and never come back. No, one wants to think you're being forced to do this, in the future, I will come to your door and knock if you're not out here, but tomorrow we must make sure you don't want to quit.”

Denise thanked her profusely for her kindness and then went inside. It was a very difficult night for her but surprisingly, she slept, totally exhausted from the days events. It was hard, but she got up at 7:00 AM and was at the appointed place and time. for her pick up. When they got to the daycare they went inside to drop off Rachel and then Charlotte spoke up. “In the future, there may be times that Denise cannot come for Rachel, what would it cost for you to take care of her overnight?” The caretaker started babbling excuses why that was impossible insurance, other commitments, but then Charlotte said, “How does £1000 a night sound to you?” The caretaker stumbled back as if she was hit. Never had she received that much money for babysitting, for any duration. Charlotte continued. “The only condition is no questions asked, she may tell you anything she likes, but you cannot inquire what happened.”

The caretaker looked at Denise who nodded. “They make the rules and I don't want to have to find another caretaker, it's hard to find one that I trust, Please.”

The caretaker nodded yes and then Charlotte continued “There may be times when she has to stay with you for a extended period of time, but they will be told to you in advance and compensation will be discussed then.”

That all taken care of, they proceeded back to the Mansion. When they got there, the Duchess did not seem to be home. She said to Charlotte. “What should I do?

“Clean anything you find that is dirty? And when that's done, start cleaning the clean stuff. If you can find anything humiliating or degrading to clean, do that first. They will enjoy seeing you do it.” With that Charlotte waved and went on her way.

The House seemed immaculate so she started cleaning the dungeon and then she went to the bathroom and then the Kitchen. When she was in the living room, she felt the notorious push in the back. She spun around ready to give whoever did it a piece of her mind, but when she locked eyes with the Duke, she remembered where she was and her instructions. She squeaked. “Sorry” turn around and bent over and grabbed her ankles.

The Duke smiled at her posterior and exposed it, “whereas I appreciate the apology, you cannot fault me for blistering such a pristine arse.” Denise couldn't see what the Duke Was doing, but she could guess. Plenty of her old boyfriends had done it before. He went over to a table and got out a paddle and went back to her “I'm not going to work you over as bad as my wife... this time... but you will regret this, don't say you weren't warned” With that, he reared back and hit her arse with the first swat. She thought she was prepared, but the paddle was not only heavier than she had been hit with before, but this had rivets. It hurt like hell. At 17 minutes she started to cry, by 33 minutes she was balling like a baby, at an hour and 6 minutes he stopped and admired his work “stand up...look at me...damn you have no idea how horny those tears make me, you're going to find out, but I'm sure it will be a surprise... take off your shirt” she was scared before, now she was terrified. Her hands slowly went to her blouse and she slowly started to unbutton her shirt. “NOW!!!” Which hurried her along “Ohh my my, my wife really fucked you up...Take off your bra” He fondled her breasts as he looked at them, making her squirm in pain. They were still very, very sore from yesterday's proceedings. “I don't think we ever got this kind of color out of anyone before. I'm sure your bottom will match your breasts tomorrow. but it will take some time to get that kind of color in them. Bend over.” As she did as instructed and she heard him unzip. This is what she expected at first. She wondered if he was actually big enough to do it this way. She was quickly educated that he was. He must have taken every pill and done every exercise to be as big as he was. He fucked her for 5 minutes and then change to solemnizing her. That was 15 minutes and it hurt like hell. when he shot his load in her he was quite satisfied. He pulled out and zipped up and walked away laughing at her. Hence was her introduction to the Duke and Duchess of Flamingo.

I hope you have liked the story, if you did, please leave a comment and tell me you would like to read part two. Thanks for your time.

Greetings and salutations From the Great Southwest No, not Hawaii, Poway, slightly out of San Diego. Please note, this is not on my usual. routine. I saw solo a Star Wars movie (story?) and this. came into my head from a couple of different parts in the movie. The first. was when they got separated and then the next was that towards the ending of the movie where the Lady says I've done things. You won't look at me like that again. I've done things. My mind instantly went to killing children. The Darth Vader story. But I hate hurting children. So the next thing that came to mind was what she did with her body. Or more to the point. What was done to her body? I hope you enjoyed the story. I'm not a good writer, but I like thou com of this. Please note I stole a couple of names from. Star Wars, but the. rest is completely my. concoction I guess you can say I also stole. the canvas for this But once again, this is my story. You cannot blame me anybody else for it.

When Hans and Qi'ra were separated at the aerodrome, she was dragged from the drome, kicking and screaming, literally by her hair. She was thrown into a speeder. and taken back to Proxima's layer, still kicking and screaming, but held down by the driver's spare paws. From there, she was thrown into a holding cell. She tried to protest to the guards, but they simply slammed the door in her face. About two days later a man, Sarkin Enneb, came in with two droids. He's scared Qi'ra very much, so she did not say anything at the time. He waved the two droids towards her and all she could get out was “what are you?” before the droids started their inspection of her. She was inspected like you would an animal. First they checked her teeth, mouth and skin and hair, then they disrobed her and inspected her bodily cavities. When they were done, one droid said to Sarkin, she was in adequate condition. With that, they left without saying a single word to her. She barely got her clothes back on when the droids came back and dragged her to a transport vehicle, that she was thrown into and It took her to Sarkin's brothel, she had been sold.

There she was thrown into a new cell, the door had barely closed when it was opened again and a creature she never saw before came in. It had like 10 arms and two legs, once again Qi'ra barely got out “what are you doing to me?”, when the creature pushed her back on the bed and spread her into an X position, then it proceeded to rip all her clothes down the middle and started to rape her. It only took about 10 minutes before it was through. As it left another creature came in, and all she could say was “it's too soon” before it pushed her back on the bed. She fell face first, and the creature literally ripped the last of her clothes off her and

proceeded to rape her up the rectum. Hence, she was introduced to her new life, the creatures came in one after another nonstop. Unfortunately for Qu'ra it was considered a status symbol to have mated with a human, to the non human life forms in the galaxy. So even though they charged an exorbitant price for her services, there was no lacking in clientele. It went on like that for a couple of hours before one of the clients tried to stuff its member in her mouth. She bit on it and the creature screamed and immediately left, the guards then came in and proceeded to torture her with electric prods, mainly to the mouth. They did this by holding her head and electrocuting her teeth. It was a very painful event. They ended it by making her blow all of the guards there. She never refused to do oral again. She couldn't tell you how long she was there. It was roughly a year and a half. She could tell you what the first creature looked like but the rest was a blur. She could only tell you one other creature, really two, but they came in together with their four pet monkeys. The creatures took her front and back and the monkeys jumped on her head and used her two ears and nostrils to copulate with her, when the monkeys ejaculated it was like they sent acid into her skull. She screamed and screamed and screamed until she passed out, but the only thing that happened was clients kept coming. From then on, she thought she had hearing and nasal damage, but no doctor was ever summoned to see her. The clients just kept coming 24/7. Twice a day they would feed her via scraps from a restaurant nearby, but they never gave her time to eat, so she had to fight to get to the bowl and fight to eat, most of the time they would just drag her away from the bowl and have their way with her. She would have killed herself if she could figure out

how. Starvation was out, the hunger pains were just too much for her to bear. It seemed as if they were trying to fuck her to death. They fucked her till she passed out and as far as she knew, they fucked her when she was unconscious. Something was always on top of her when she woke up or fainted and every time in between.

Time went on and eventually Dryden Vos purchased the brothel. Due to his location, he decided to inspect the brothel himself, when he entered her cell he was very surprised at what he saw. First and foremost he did not expect to find any human beings in this brothel. Second was the condition she was in, the cell was full of filth and she seemed a part of it, naked and just filthy. He ordered his droids to put her to sleep and take her back to his ship. She did not resist the shot, she hoped it would kill her and all of a sudden she was pain free and slept like she'd never slept before. A week went by with her in a bacta tank. When she was all healed, they took her to a room and that is where she woke up.

At first it was like a surreal dream and then she came too, she was pain free, she was in a warm bed, and she had blankets on her, ON HER. She shot up in her bed and started, screaming, something had to be wrong. The tending droid came over to calmer her down.

“Where, where, where am I?” She asked Droid.

“You are on Dryden's Vos ship. He has purchased you to work here. “ The Droid said then it lost its focus and it communicated wirelessly to some unknown entity.

Then the droid refocused and said, Mr Vos would like to meet you at 5.”

Qi'ra Instantly knew she did not want to displease this man. Her eyes started searching for a clock. “What? What? What time is it? “ She managed to get out.

“It is 3:15. “ The Droid responded.

“Is there a bathroom I can use? I need to get ready to see him.” Qi'ra Replied, if she even remembered how to do that. How was she going to get ready?

“But of course” said the droid. “Everything in this room is yours to use as you please, while you are here.” those last words scared her to death. She was fed clean in clothes and had a safe spot for the first time in years. She did not want to leave.

An hour and 45 minutes later, she was being led down a hallway to Dryden Vos's office. She was desperately trying not to panic and trying to figure out how to greet him when the door opened to his office. She saw a man sitting behind a desk a fair ways away from the door. She walked up to him, as gracefully as she could manage. Then just on a whim, she curtsied very demurely to him and as she rose, she lost all control of herself, she hit her knees and kowtowed to him, not knowing what else to do.

“That is very charming, but not why I called you in here today. Please get up.” Said, Dryden Vos.

She stumbled to her feet and then just kept her eyes down waiting for a question or instruction. She did not know what to do, she was totally lost at this point.

Vos got up and walked around the desk looking her over very carefully. “You're very pretty Milady. You got a nice hinne” He complimented her.

Desperate to please. Qi'ra said “It is cleaned out and lubed up, ready for your pleasure, Sir.”

Something snapped in Vos. He pushed her over the desk, pulled up her dress. Lowered her panties and went to town.

Qi'ra did not expect this approach, but was happy he was at least trying to enjoy himself. When he shot his load into her she was very satisfied, she didn't think she could pleasure a human after Sarkin's brothel, but a man who has had a happy ending is much less likely to send her back to Sarkin's brothel, which she was petrified of happening.

When Vos was done. He pulled out and arranged himself then he said, “I will not apologize for taking liberties with a slave, but once again, that is not why I brought you in here today, please stand up and arrange yourself. “

Qi'ra Stood up pulled up her panties and straightened her dress. She still looked down, but she had a smile on her face now. She was willing to do far worse in order not to be sent back to Sarkin's brothel.

“OK, why I did bring you in here today is to discuss your status in this establishment” Vos started “I purchased you and expect to get my money back plus profit. To pay back how much I paid for you will take about 4 years. Plus a year for profit. Does that sound OK to you?”

“Yes Milord” was Qi'ra's simple answer, She was not going to say anything to anger this man if she could help it and he didn't say what would happen to her if she said, no, which terrified her.

“Okay, that was simple enough, but due to your unique experiences. I have an alternative for you, if you wish to take it. This is not an order. I will never order you to work with non humans, but I will make it worth your while, if you elect to go that way. I have lost a bet with Jabba the Hut. In which I am required to provide him a slave for a week for his entertainment. This will not be like anything else you have been through. He will humiliate you, degrade you and torture you. In short, you might not survive.”

Qi'ra started out with her eyes lowered, but as he went into more detail of what he would want of her she raised her head and looked him in the eye. Not really knowing what to say. Then she managed. “If I'm not being too bold, may I ask what I get in return for this?”

At that Vos smiled. He was prepared for this. “I will give you your freedom, 3 billion credits in a bank account and a billion in gold in case something happens to the Empires credits, and a ship and a crew. So you may go where you like, when you like, at all times.”

“And my Room.” She replied, still focused on her current sanctuary.

Vos blinked at her, not expecting this but said “You may have that for the rest of your lifetime.” Not knowing what else she could mean.

“Thank You Milord” was Qi'ra's Responded.

“Now I don't want you to give me your answer now, I want you to take a few days to study how the Huts treat humans especially when no one else is around and know what you're getting into.”

“Yes Milord” was her reply

The entire meeting was absolutely agonizing for Vos, from her entrance to the curtsy to the Milord's, he kept feeling like he was developing feelings for her and wondering if he really wanted her to take the option. She might not live as a matter of history, she would not survive.

After a few seconds of awkward silence. He said not wanting to dismiss her quite yet. “Tell me about your experience at Sarkin's brothel. How did you get there? and how was that arranged?”

“Well, I don't know much, but I will tell you what I know. It all started with an issue with Proxima. Somehow, from there, I got acquired by Sarkin and that's when it all started to happen....” Qi'ra Started out by explaining about the original Chase, her capture and Hans's escape and then Sarkin's brothel. She went in to detail about the first night, how horrific it was was written on her face and there was no doubt about the fear she felt around the two creeps and four monkeys. She went on quite a while, explaining things she didn't even think she knew about, up to waking up in the bed.

Vos mainly listened to her story, nodded here and there and added a encouraging word or two along the way, but mainly he just listened. It got to the point that he spotted an ambassador coming in from the planet Reek and he had to stop the interview. “Well, Milady, I have got things to do right now, and you have got your homework set out for you. So I will bid you adieuw for the time being. I hope to see you at dinner. I take mine at 6, you're more than welcome to join me.”

Qi'ra Courtesy, thanked him for his time, then turned to leave. She all of a sudden screamed and backed up till she hit the desk shaking everything on it. “It's him, it's him she cried and then she started begging him not to force her to do that again.

When Vos focused on the ambassador he instantly knew what she was afraid of, with a slashing motion to his throat he signaled to his guard and the two ambassadors and four monkeys were slaughtered on the spot. They would rape no one else. Vos got up and went around the desk to try and calm her down. He kept telling her that she would never be forced to do inner species breeding again.

Qi'ra Had been reduced to begging not to be forced to do that again and claiming she would do anything he wanted if he did not force her to, it got to the point that she knew he was getting annoyed with her. So she shut up, but he could see her lips trying to continue to plead with him. Eventually, she said. “Is there another way out? that I may go, Milord.

Vos Instantly knew what she met. She did not want to go near the creature that inflicted so much pain on her dead or alive. He had a human cyborg relations droid guide her through a side exit and to her room.

It was only a 10 minute walk to her room, but when she got there, there was another droid there holding a teddy bear and a note for her. It gave them to her and politely left. The note was from Vos “I know you have not had any time to make a friend to cry on their shoulders, so I give you this teddy bear. I hear they're very good friends, better listeners and easy to cuddle with.”

Qi'ra was destroyed, from seeing the creatures, who raped her so brutally, to more kindness being given to her than she could remember, by her owner no less, it was too much for her to handle, she grabbed the teddy bear, through herself on the bed, and just cried herself to sleep.

She woke up several hours later with a start and called out for her droid. “It's past 6, Why didn't you wake me for dinner?” She asked.

“Mr Vos inquired about you around 5:30. When I told him you were asleep he said to let you sleep, you needed it.”

“oh” Qi'ra replied, “That's good, I think.” She paused for a few moments trying to digest everything, then said, “I am hungry. Is there anything to eat? “

“Anything you would like you. You just need to order it.” The Droid replied.

This took Qi'ra Back a bit, this had never happened to her before even before Sarkin's Brothel. She thought for a few minutes and remember a dish that she and Hans had drooled over, but couldn't afford to get it, it was much too expensive for them. So she said “Can I get some surf and turf?”

The Droid went into communications mode and then came out and said “How would you like your steak cooked? “

This baffled. Qi'ra She never had options before, it was either take it or leave it and starve. She eventually asked. “What are the options?”

The Droid replied. “Rare, medium well or well done.”

Medium well sounded like the best option, so that's what she said.

Then the droid said. “They are preparing your meal now. It will take me about 20 minutes to get to the kitchen and back. Do you need anything before I go?”

Qi'ra nodded no and then watch the droid leave. She looked around her room an apartment really like a Dog who was not allowed on the furniture. She eventually went to a couch and gently sat down and waited for the droid to return.

Like all droids, it was very precise in its timing and exactly 20 minutes after it had left, it returned with surf and turf dinner it put it on the table and asked. “What would you like to drink with that?”

This boggled Qi'ra Mind again, what do you drink with surf and turf? She said. “I don't know what would you recommend?”

The Droid went in communications mode again and then. said. “The kitchen recommends a red wine. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please” Qi'ra said and then watch the Droid wander off to get it, then she looked at the meal and wondered how do you eat surf and turf. There was a knife fork and spoon with the plate and she was hungry. So she sat down and made do. The meal was absolutely delicious. By far the best thing she had ever eaten in her entire life. She was done by the time the Droid came back with her wine. So she sat there drinking that slowly, savoring every sip. While she was doing that her eyes landed on a computer console and she remembered her homework. So she got up, went over to the console and started to study about Huts.

The next few days went by her trying to make every meal with Vos and studying about Huts. When she entered the dining room, Vos would always greet her, Tell her she needed to make some friends and introduced her to some people before he went off to his own politicking. The rest of the days was full of horror, everything she learned about the Huts was absolutely despicable. It didn't seem like they cared if somebody was watching or not. Two or three of the creatures he won in bets like the one with Vos. She saw him kill one creature when he put his tail in one of slaves and literally opened it up the claws and shredded her from the inside out. This made it very difficult for her, she was enjoying life for the first time in her life and really didn't want to die now, but she was only an occupant in the room right now and four billion credits is a hell of a lot of money. Not to mention sooner or later he would put her to work. Which she didn't know if she would like? Humans and humanoid still have eccentric taste and she didn't. know what she's would be getting into. Not to mention she would be free.

Friday came and she had thought she had made up her mind. Instead of Summoning her to him, Vos Went to her, expecting to be summoned by him, she was ready for his arrival. When the droid introduced him, she instantly went into a courtesy and stayed down until he asked her to rise, “well Qi'ra unfortunately, it is decision day, I hope you did your homework”

Qi'ra Paused for a minute or two. Trying to work up the courage to do this and then said “Yes, Milord every waking moment that I could, I have been studying the Huts and against my better judgment, I will take on the task. You made your offer just to good for me not to risk it”

Vos's Face instantly went into depression. “Are you totally sure Qi'ra? I will never order anybody to do something like this, it is your choice to deny or accept”

Qi'ra nodded yes, not wanting to say it out loud again.

Vos sighed trying to figure a way out of this without going back on this word. Eventually, he said, “Well, I curse myself for making such a good offer, but your decision is your decision. Your escort will be here at 8:00 AM tomorrow to take you to the Huts. May God go with you.” With that, he left.

Qi'ra Was depressed at that, it meant he would not be there when she left. At 8:00 AM the next morning right on time the droids came to take her to the Huts. She was escorted to a ship, which would take her to their home planet. The flight was uneventful and they procured a transport vehicle to take her to the Huts without a problem.

It was about a three hour ride Into the middle of nowhere before they came to a stop. She could see a very large building about 1/2 a mile ahead of them. The Droid said. “Jabba the Hut wants you to walk the rest of the way. He wants to make sure you're a willing party to this, or so he says.”

Qi'ra looked at the building in the distance and thanked God she wore flats to this. It would be a killer in heels. She said to the droid. “That looks like a very long walk. May I have some water?”

The droid reached into a compartment and drew out a canteen of water, as he did this four new droids popped up out of the back that she didn't know was there.

“What's that?” She said with the high pitched tone, she had not expected anything to happen this soon.

“They are battle droids” The Droid responded. “Mr Vos wants you to know you can still back out. You have not committed to the point of no return. When you start walking down the path, we cannot save you but, as of right now, these. droids will fight to destruction to get you back to Mr Vos in one piece. They are very good at what they are a program to do. I do not see a problem. Do you wish to go back to Mr Vos?

She looked down the road at the Huts Castle and at the battle droids. Eventually, she said. “Yes, but I can't. This is the only way out for me.” With that, she started her walk to the Huts Castle. She arrived in short order, because of the flats and the water the droids gave her, She made it in good condition. Two of the guards blocked her entrance and asked what her purpose was for being there.

She hadn't been told what to say to this, so it took her a few moments to gather her thoughts. Then she said, “I am Jabba's prize. He won my services in a bet with Mr Vos. I don't know what they bet on, but he should know why I'm here.”

The guards pause for a minute and discuss the situation between each other, they did not want to bother Jabba with something he would not be interested in. Eventually they went to a com and inquired within, they then came back to her and showed her in.

When she got to Jabba's anti-chamber. She was presented with two creatures fighting. Obviously, she had to wait for the fight to finish and she did. When one of the creatures was proclaimed the winner and the other dragged from the floor. Jabba called out to Qi'ra to come to the center of the floor. Which she reluctantly did?

“Do you know why you are here?” Jabba inquired.

Qi'ra noticed Jabba's tail moving towards her, She did not think it was going to start this soon, but it was what it was “Yes, my Lord, I have been fully briefed on my duties here.”

That was all it took for Jabba, He started to laugh an evil laughed and his tail shot into her. She thought she knew what was coming and tried to steel herself for the onslaught, but Jabba did not Start with her vagina, his tail went into her rectum which she was totally unprepared for and she screamed a scream for all to hear. Two guard droids came up beside her and held her in place as Jabba thrusted into her. It was about 10 minutes worth of thrusting until he ejaculated, then the tail came out and went up to her face and hit her in the mouth very hard almost knocking her teeth out, it knocked her head back. Luckily, through all the days at Sarkins brothel, she was able to recover quickly enough and open her mouth, so Jabba could throat fuck her. It was an intense 10 minutes because she only got to breathe when he let her. He ejaculated in her filling up her stomach, before pulling out and moving to her vagina. Through all of the abuse, she forgot about that so when he thrusted in her, it hurt like hell, but she was too tired to scream and she could only mustard an agonizing face and that was it. It was more than enough for Jabba. He laughed and laughed and laughed.

When he ejaculated and pulled out he asked “do you know what I just did to you? “

Qi'ra Still, recovering from the rape, said. “You fucked me, Milord.”

Jabba laughed and laughed and laughed till he said, “Yes, but do you know the full dynamics of this? You see Huts don't urinate through their reproductive system. They defecate. You are now full of my shit”

Qi'ra was beaten up and exhausted and now she was getting very nauseated. This was stopped by one of the guards poking her in the back with an electric prod. She had not realized it at the time, but as Jabba assaulted her, the guards had stripped her, She was now naked and being tortured. They whipped her and beater and assaulted her with the electric prods. He went to the teeth a few times until she was unconscious. Probably after she was unconscious too, but she did not know. She woke up some hours later there was no food for her, but there was a water spigot in the cell that she was able to use to drink and clean herself out as best she could. When Jabba had her dragged out again. He only said to her, “Now you know your position in my palace.” And then he started the assault again, every once in awhile, he used a new torture, but it was always torture and humiliation for her.

That was how it went for the duration of her week at the Huts. Rape torture and being thrown into the cell naked. Any thought at all of continuing this longer was quickly quelled when Vos came himself to collector her.

When Vos entered the anti-chamber Jabba was raping her one last time, when he saw Vos He quickly stopped.

Vos Signal to his droids and they went to her and gave her another shot soon. She was pain free and fast asleep at last. The droids then proceeded to take her out to a transport to take her back to Vos's ship. As one of the droids went by, he told Vos. “I think she will live.” Vos nodded in reply.

Vos then stood there waiting for Jabba to speak.

Jabba laughed and eventually said. “I enjoyed my prize very much, perhaps. we can make out a deal so I can see her again. I can make it worth your while, even for someone as well off as you.“

Vos was shaking and said no. “Qi'ra is a free woman now, I don't believe you have anything that would draw her back here. You might have made her want to move to the other side of the galaxy, but not come here.”

Jabba laugh and said. “Do you know why I let her live?” Vos shook his head no. “Because now you will have to pay her”

Vos Smiled and said. “For that, I thank you and I will pay her most happily.” With that, he turned and left.

Qi'ra was shipped back to Vos's ship and there she was in the Bacta tank for two weeks. Vos had left instructions for them to rebuild or fix everything that they could that had happened to her at Jabba's and Sarkin's layer.

She woke up with a start, but this time she did not scream, she caressed the sheets with their hands, so glad to be home, or what she considered to be home at this time. She called out for her droid and when it got there, she told it she was so happy to see it. The Droid was quite pleased with this. Then she ordered spaghetti and wine and laid back to rest on the bed.

It was another two days before Vos summoned her. She was still nervous around him, but this time when she went to his office, she was not panicking. She walked in as the first time and curtsied, but for the first time, rising without a command, but still kept her eyes lowered.

“Well, you are more beautiful now than when I first met you. I assume you have guessed why I called you in here today?”

Qi'ra Replied. “No, Milord, I had hoped you just wanted to see me.”

Vos said “Well That's true too, but let me educate you on the rest.” And pushed a tablet towards her.

She picked it up and read it. “I Dryden Voss here by release Lady Qi'ra from all servitude. She is a free lady able to go anywhere she pleases. Only she can sell herself into servitude at this time. She is no one's property. If anyone has questions about this, they need to refer to Dryden Vos. If they don't, they will deal with Dryde Vos.” The implication of that note was clear to Qi'ra. She was a free woman and if anybody tried to enslave her, Dryden would deal with them. Probably in a not so nice way. Qi'ra Began to cry.

“I hope those are happy tears.” Vos said “But I think you will be interested in the next two documents too.”

Qi'ra Was still crying but obediently switched to the next document. It was the deed to her ship, the last document hit her so hard she went to her knees, but her back was straight and she was propping herself up with the desk. It was a new bank account in her name for three billion credits and one billion in gold.

“The first thing you need to do is create a pin, but even if that tablet is stolen from you, you can reclaim your funds from the banking guild. Also, let me add that note is registered with the Empires office of servitude. You may refer to that if you ever find yourself in this position again.”

Qi'ra was overtly crying and sobbing now, through Sarkin's brothel and Jabba the Hut she was used and abused. She thought she was going to be fucked to death, but something has finally went right for her. Tremendously right, so right she couldn't comprehend it. Qi'ra was still crying, but as Vos said they were Happy tears.

“Well, I do not mean to be forward, but I think you need some time by yourself, some alone time. I still take dinner at 6. You're still more than welcome to come. I hope you can figure out how to enjoy the rest of your life. One last thing I had my medical department fix all the damage that they could, that you sustained while you're at Sarkin's lair and the Huts. You may find sex a bit difficult. So be cautious when you.”

Qi'ra Managed a quick curtsy and thank you and then turned and half ran for the door.

When she got to her room she got her teddy bear and threw herself on the bed and held on to the tablet and the teddy bare for dear life and cried herself to sleep once again. Her Droid was used to this by now, so it took her vitals from a distance, to make sure she was alright and let her be.

The next few weeks went by like a dream. It was as if she was on vacation for the first time in her life. There was a droid for every need and she was making plenty of friends too, on the third week, she got a message from Vos Saying he wanted to meet with her.

At the appointed time, she presented herself to him in his office.

“Well, this is good.” Vos said “I have noticed you been making a lot of friends and I hope you've been enjoying your time here otherwise.” She smiled and nodded yes. “But there seems to be a small problem.” That wipe the grin off her face. Her head shot up, and she was looking him straight in the eye now. Thinking her new world would be crushed in the most cruelest of ways. “No no no nothing that bad,” he said. “And please remember you're a free woman now. You can go anywhere you please, the moment something becomes uncomfortable for you here. You can leave for a plethora of planets and Space Stations.” He waited for her face to relax and then continue “No, nothing that bad, I was speaking to my master today.” That surprised her Dryden Vos reports to someone? This must be the Emperor or a very important man. “Darth Maul, was inquiring about the loyalty of my team, I was able to satisfy him with stories on all of my team members, except you and I would very much like to consider you a team member. So I have been trying to think of ways to satisfy him, of your loyalty.”

At that her head tilted and her eyebrow went up. “Well, that's a hard one Milord.” She replied. “A 9 year old could bitch slap me across the floor in a real fight with out a problem and if you gave me a blaster, I would probably shoot myself.” she paused a moment thinking and continued. “I do not know if this will satisfy Darth Maul, but how about some feminine whiles?” She bent over and moved his name tag to the side. And I said. “Please get up.”

While doing as requested he said. “What's up?”

“Oh, you will figure it out, soon enough. I have only read about this on spacenet, but I'm sure I can pull it off.” She sat on his desk and laid back, putting her head. over the far edge and open their mouth.

She was right, the lech in him instantly knew what she was trying to do. He immediately pulled his manhood out of his pants and proceeded to throat fuck her. The situation didn't seem to bother her, she wiggled every so often when she needed air, but other than that simply laid there and let him take his pleasure. It took him about 10 minutes till he ejaculated into her stomach. He pulled himself out and put himself to rights. “Damn woman. Do you pull the 16 year old out of me, or what?” He paused to catch his breath and then continued. “You're right that's more than enough for me, however, I think Darth Maul would like something more substantial.” He paused for a moment waiting for a reply, but she simply tilted her head and looked at him inquisitively. So he continued. “I was thinking on sending you on some missions to prove your loyalty.”

“Some what?”

“Some missions, basically what you do is pick up supply's from one destination and take them to the buyer. I intend to send you on as an ambassador.”

“If I may ask what would I do.”

“Nothing beyond you, simply look pretty say a few nice words and defer to the captain for any specific question about the order”

“When would we leave and do I need to bring my own ship?”

“No no no your ship is well armed, but we send battle cruisers on missions like this, both the Empire and pirates want this stuff so we don't take any chances. As for when you leave 9:00 o'clock tomorrow would be a good time.”

Qi'ra Paused a moment thinking she would really like to be considered part of the team. So after a few minutes, she curtsy and said, “So shall it be done Milord.” Then she turned and left.

The next day the captain arrived at her room promptly at 9:00 o'clock. He was a human for once, which she appreciated. They went to the ship and he gave her a quick tour and they were off. The next day, the captain requested her presence in the armory on the 3rd deck. She was very confused about this but showed up nevertheless. “What do you require my presence for captain?” She asked.

“Mr Vos was concern about your lack of hand to hand combat skills and blaster skills, this is one of our safer runs, but in the future you might get into a firefight and need to use a blaster. Whereas I'm an novice at hand to hand combat, I am pretty handy when it comes to a blaster. So Mr Vos has requested I teach you in the basics.”

From there Qi'ra climbed the ranks through Vos's organization until she was his most trusted lieutenant.