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Taming a Tempest

Part 1

Taming a Tempest

by captv8td

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Chapter 1


Tempest looked around the room again.  Now there were only two.  She looked back at Alaine, the only other occupant of the room and saw her friend staring back at her with terror-filled eyes.  What was going on here?


Both women had been immobilized, as had been their four friends.  They were gagged and hog-tied with their arms and legs bound together behind their backs.  Then, one by one, the women had been taken from the room to who only knew what terrible fate.  Now, only Tempest and Alaine were in the room but Tempest feared that they too would eventually be carted away.


Tempest could tell that they were no longer on the ship.  The six college friends had planned a mini-reunion and selected a Caribbean cruise for their vacation.  Tempest had trouble adjusting to the constant vibrations of the ship and the gentle movement of the floor on her first day at sea but eventually did become accustomed to it.  Now, neither of those was present.  The floor did not vibrate and it was motionless.  She didnt know where they were but she knew that they were on land somewhere.


They were both in their sleep attire, as were the four who had already been taken away.  They had partied on the ship the evening before and had gambled in the ships casino and then they had gone to bed.  They were sleeping in three adjoining cabins and all were asleep soon after getting back to their rooms.


Thankfully, Tempest had worn pajamas that night.  Poor Alaine had worn a short nightie which had ridden up to bunch around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from there down.  Tempest knew that Alaine must be dying of embarrassment.


Lot number five, she heard a male voice say.  That one over there.  Tempest turned her head and saw two men walking toward Alaine.  Alaine struggled and tried to shriek around the ball that had been stuffed in her mouth, but it was useless.  She couldnt move because of the way she had been trussed up and all that came out of her mouth was muffled grunts and groans.  Tempest watched in despair as the men lifted Alaine and carried her from the room.  Based on how often the men had been coming, she knew that she only had less than thirty minutes until they returned for her.


The six of them had been very close in college.  They were like sisters.  They had gone their separate ways since graduation and this reunion was long overdue.  Tempest had gone on to law school and, at the age of twenty six, was an attorney in a prestigious law firm for two years already.


In fact, all six of them were twenty six.  It was one of the things that they had in common.  Another thing in common was that they were each strikingly beautiful, although each in her own way.  Tempest had long black hair and a svelte, sylphlike body, adorned by large, firm breasts.  Alaine had long red hair that she wore like a curled flowing mane.  She was the shortest of the six at five feet two inches and had earned the nickname Leprechaun.  Her body, though, was unlike that of any leprechaun.  It was an amazing collection of curves and hills and valleys.  And, while her breasts were not as large as Tempests, the 36C orbs looked huge on her small frame.


Elke and Carrie were the two blondes and were both tall.  Elke was the Norse goddess of the group.  Her long, almost platinum, blonde hair and her statuesque frame made her look like she just stepped out of a Nordic myth.  Carries broad shoulders and confident look gave her the appearance of an Amazon warrior.  Both had well endowed chests.


Kim was the least chesty of the women but, with her slender frame, it worked well for her.  Despite having 34B breasts, she was extremely well proportioned.  It gave her a streamlined, sleek look that usually had mens heads craning to get a better view of her.  And her long auburn hair looked like fine silk.


Tammy had brown hair that she seemed to keep in a perpetual ponytail.  Her chest, which was normally a size 36C, had developed in recent months to 38D.  She was currently seven months pregnant and had a constant glow about her these days.


They had all chosen different career paths once they left college.  Tempest was the lawyer.  Alaine was in medical school and had another year until she graduated as a doctor..  Kim was an elementary school teacher.  Elke was a management consultant.  Carrie worked in marketing for a pharmaceutical company.  And Tammy worked for a multinational nonprofit, although she planned to take a leave of absence to focus on her upcoming baby.


Tempest struggled against her bindings again, trying to get loose.  She knew that it was an exercise in futility.  She had tried many times since waking up in this room, hours earlier.  But she had to try.


They must have been drugged, thought Tempest.  How else could they have all been kidnapped like that?  But they all felt fine before they went to bed.  Maybe they had been drugged while they were sleeping.  But how had the kidnappers smuggled them off the ship?  And why?  What did they want with the six women?  And who were they?


Tempest tensed as she heard first steps.  She felt a chill rush through her body as she heard the creaky door opening and knew that they were coming for her.  It was predictable.


Last one, said one of the males.  Then, without any more conversation, they lifted Tempest and carried her out of the room and down the hall.


Another one for processing, said the same male as they carried her into a second room.  They placed her on a low rectangular table that was about two feet off the floor.  She tried to look around the room but was facing a corner and could not see anything but wall.


Can you put her on the stand before you go? a female voice asked.


Sure thing, the second male answered.  And I think Ill stick around to watch for a bit with this one.  Tempests wrists were detached from her ankles and then her wrists were untied and she was lifted by her upper arms and dragged across the room.  She tried to struggle but her arms were numb from being bound so severely for so long.  Her wrists were placed in cuffs which were, in turn, attached to two corners of a square wooden frame.  For the first time, she could see around the room and gasped at what she saw.


Alain was in an identical wood frame and still had that terrified look in her eyes.  She no longer had to worry about her nightgown bunching up around her waist, though.  She was completely naked!  Not only that, but she was getting more naked.  A woman was kneeling between Alaines legs and was shaving off all of her pubic hair!


Elke was also in the room.  She was in a similar frame, although the frame had been rotated so that she was horizontal.  Her bindings must have been very tight because her body was taut with hardly any sagging in the middle.  Two women were with her with one standing on each side of her.  They appeared to be applying makeup.  The other three friends were gone.


The door opened again and a male poked his head in.  Were ready for number four.


Almost there, said the woman who was rouging Elkes nipples.  Give us one minute.  She finished painting the nipples which, by now, were quite stiff from all of the attention.  She moved to the side and spread Elkes labia with her fingers.  Tempest cringed as she saw another woman touching her friend so intimately.  Then she opened her eyes wide in surprise as she watched the woman apply rouge to Elkes clitoris, making it bright red and prominent.


Lets start processing, a woman said as she stepped in front of Tempest.  She was carrying a pair of shears and Tempest froze in fear.  The woman raised the shears and, with three practiced cuts, turned Tempests pajama top into rags, letting it fall to the floor.  Tempest blushed furiously at being so exposed.  Two more snips left the bottoms on the floor also and left Tempest completely naked.  As soon as the bottoms were off, the two women grasped her ankles and pulled them to the bottom corners of the frame, cuffing them, and leaving her tightly stretched and totally vulnerable.


I could tell shed be nice one.  Catch of the day, said the male who had remained behind.  He got up from his chair and walked slowly around the bound girl.


Yeah, said the woman who had just stripped her, shell make someone a fine pet.


Tempests head was spinning.  What was going on?  They kept talking about processing.  What did that mean?  What was she being processed for?  Now they were talking about being a pet.  What was that all about?


The other woman pulled a hose over to Tempest and then wet her down completely.  Thankfully, the water was warm but it was still an indignity that she did not need.  A bucket of soapy water was set down in front of her and one woman pulled out a stiff bristled brush and started rubbing it all over her naked body.  The other woman stood on a stool behind her and massaged shampoo into her long raven locks.


The brush was harsh and Tempest winced several times as it abraded against her tender flesh.  She looked down in disbelief as it scraped across one sensitive nipple and then the other.  Once every inch of her skin had been abused, the water was turned back on and she was hosed down a second time, rinsing her.


One woman grabbed a towel as the woman on the stool reached for a hair dryer.  They spent the next five minutes drying her before the woman on the stool started combing out her hair.  She did this for over ten minutes, leaving it silky and shiny.


While her hair was being combed, the other woman occupied herself with taking measurements.  She had a clipboard and measuring tape and recorded numerous statistics.  Some statistics, like bust size, inseam, waist and hips were normal, although Tempest had never been measured before while in this position.  Others were new to her.  The distance between the nipples, the distance between nipples and clit, and the circumference of a breast at the base were new measurements to her.  The woman set the tape measure aside and brought out calipers for other unusual measurements:  the diameter of a nipple, the thickness of the septum, and the width of her clit.


Tempest looked around again.  Elke was gone.  Apparently processing was complete for her and Tempest wondered what the next step was.  Alaine was still in the room and now was horizontal, receiving her own makeup.  The woman who had been working on Alaine was standing in front of Tempest, getting ready to go to work.


Tempest shook her head furiously and grunted some protests around the gag.  She did not want to be shaved.  She kept her pubic hair trimmed sexily but she had no desire for the bald look.  She struggled in her bindings.


The woman just looked up at her and smiled.  If you keep jumping around like that, who knows what this blade will snip off?  But it doesnt matter to me.  I get paid the same regardless of what I remove.


Tempest looked down at the woman and pleaded with her eyes.  But she saw no signs of sympathy being returned in her direction.  She knew that she would be bald soon.  Her meticulously trimmed pubic hair was lathered up, which was bad enough in and of itself.  No woman had ever touched her there.  The razor made several scrapes over her mound and then she felt her labia being tugged outward to let the blade remove any stray hairs.  Her face burned with shame as her genitals were touched and fondled by this stranger.  It was humiliating beyond belief.


She gasped when the woman finished and she felt the frame being rotated.  She found herself staring at the floor and gasped as the stool was placed under her hips, propping her bottom up into the air.  Why were they doing this to her?  She had not seen any of her friends in this position.


The shaving woman stepped between her legs and, with the help of the lather and the blade, removed any unsightly hairs that resided between her bottom cheeks.  The woman moved and Tempest felt someone else step between her tightly stretched legs.  This was horrible!


She felt a damp cloth wipe over the space between her sex and her little pucker.  As soon as it was removed, she felt cold there, followed by a stinging sensation.  Then, for the next five minutes, she felt a series of little pinpricks on the sensitive flesh there.  She shrieked into her gag as she realized they were giving her a tattoo.  It was all so cruel!  They were permanently marring her perfect body!


She did not know what was being tattooed on her perineum.  Even she had known, she probably would not have understood the significance.  When the woman was finished, 0914CF was permanently inked into the girls flesh.


The frame was flipped again and Tempest was staring at the ceiling.  It took two women to exchange gags but they were very efficient and skilled.  The ball was removed from the bound womans mouth and immediately, a tool was inserted.  It had two rubber pads that fit behind the girls front teeth.  When one woman squeezed the handles together, the pads were separated and it pried Tempests mouth open wide.  With one woman prying the mouth open, the other went to work, fitting what looked like a dental brace into Tempests mouth.  The mechanical device was fitted over her teeth and screws clamped down on the molars, holding it firmly in place.  The woman reached in and gripped the captives tongue, positioning it so that it fit into the clamp in front.  Then she closed the clamp, capturing the tongue painfully in its teeth.  A bar was placed across her tongue and secured to the device, completely immobilizing the tongue.  Finally, the prying tool was removed and a wrench was used to ratchet the gag open until Tempests lips were spread wide and her jaw was painfully open. 


One of the women produced a hypodermic needle which caused Tempest to stiffen when she saw it.  This wont hurt, she said.  It will just relax your face so you look calm and beautiful.  Then, she injected whatever was in the syringe in three spots above the girls lips and three spots below.  Within a minute, Tempest had no feeling and no control over her facial muscles.  Then, the beauticians went to work.


The two women discussed their subject.  One wanted only minimal highlights applied while the other thought that a heavier application would make her look less innocent and more sexually appealing.  It was very frustrating to Tempest to listen to all of this going on and not be able to comment herself.  On top of that, she was still naked!  The sooner they stopped debating, the sooner this would be over and she could get dressed!


In the end, the minimalist won and she started to work on the face.  She started by painting the stretched lips a pale shade of pink.  When the color dried, she applied the gloss.  She waited for that to dry before she moved on to the next part of her living canvas.


The other woman worked lower.  She started by rolling Tempests nipples back and forth with her fingers to stiffen them.  Much to her chagrin, Tempest felt the little buds reacting as if on command and she felt totally humiliated again at the intimate touching of her body.  Rouge was applied to the nipples, making them match the recently painted lips.


Shes unbelievably wet, observed the woman after she finished with the nipples.  She had moved lower on the body and was stroking Tempests labia, opening them.  Tempest groaned with despair.  Theres at least something about this that she likes.


No there isnt, Tempest wanted to shout.  But all that came out of her tortured mouth was something that sounded like Oh Ay Ing


The woman folded back the little hood and flicked the bound girls clit, sending unwanted thrills through Tempests body.  This was infuriating!  Once the clit had stiffened to the womans satisfaction, she dabbed it with a cotton ball to dry it and then painted it to match the lips and nipples.  As a final indignity, the woman swabbed down the labia with cotton to remove the copious amounts of Tempests juices and then painted them pink too.


The woman at her head had applied a little bit of eyeliner but, other than that, had relied on Tempests natural colorings.  She selected some wide gold hoops and attached them to Tempests pierced ears and then declared that they were finished.  The frame was rotated upright at last.  The two women then coated her body in oil until she had a fine satiny shine to her.  The final step was the insertion of the wrench into Tempests mouth again.  They turned the wrench and her mouth started to close, relieving the horrible strain on her jaw.  They didnt remove the infuriating gag.  They simply adjusted it until her mouth was closed and her lips touched.  Nobody would know that she was even wearing a gag but she would be unable to open her mouth. 


Now, well just give you a pretty smile.  One of the women used her fingers to position the paralyzed and numb lips to her satisfaction.  Perfect! she announced.  The two women stepped back to admire their work.


You were right, said one.  She didnt need much.  She looks simply delicious like this.


Yes, replied the other.  I might even make a go at this one.  Shes beyond perfect.


They were releasing her hands and binding them with leather cuffs when the door opened again.  Is she ready yet? asked the male.


Shes good to go, said the facial beautician.


Good, replied the male.  Theyre ready for her now.


Shes all yours, said the nipple painter.



Chapter 2


Tempest was terrified as she was led from the room.  What was going to happen?  Was she about to be raped?  It was down the hall they went again.  The male opened the very last door at the end of the hall and bright light flooded from it.  The male pushed her through.


Tempest heard the applause and thought she would die.  From the sounds of the clapping, there must have been at least twenty people in the room.  Im going to be gang raped! she lamented to herself.  She trembled from the prospect of so many men abusing her body.


A man inside the room pulled her forward.  She was on a stage that was illuminated by bright floodlights.  He led her to the center of the stage where a four foot pole protruded from the floor.  She was backed against the pole and her cuffs were clipped to the pole.  She had some modest freedom of movement but not much.  She could not turn her back to the audience, which she very much wanted to do.  It held her, facing forward, with her arms pulled back behind her, leaving her completely on display.


The five items that you have seen so far tonight have all been beautiful, said the announcer.  But, as is our custom, we always save the best for last.  The announcer was standing beside her with his eyes hungrily roaming over her naked flesh.


Number six is a true beauty, he continued.  During processing, we always conduct a thorough inspection.  There have been no enhancements of any kind on this girl and, Im sure that you will all agree that none are needed.  She is all natural and all gorgeous; not a scar or blemish anywhere.


The announcer reached out and lifted Tempests right breast in his palm.  Tempest tried to back away from the unwanted touch but the bindings held her in place.  38D, he declared as he started bouncing the breast.  And just look how firm it is.


Tempest looked around the room but she could not make out any of the audience.  The lights were just too bright.  What she did see, however, frightened her again.  Around the room were several large wide screen televisions and all of them showed her being fondled.  This was being filmed!  If this ever got into the wrong hands, her career could be ruined!


She could always sue the people who were doing this once she was released.  She knew a lot about lawsuits.  But she also knew that the image on the screen would be the defense lawyers number one piece of evidence to get the case dismissed.  The woman in the video was obviously naked and obviously bound.  But she was also apparently consenting to the activities.  Sure, she blushed and she furrowed her brow.  She even backed away once, or at least she tried to..  But she never once voiced a protest or complaint.  Her mouth remained closed.  And, as Tempest looked at the close-up of her face when the camera panned in, she realized that there was no evidence that her mouth was clamped shut.  It just looked like she chose not to speak.  This made it look like she was consenting to this treatment and that she was just playing some kind of bondage game for the benefit of the cameras.  But the worst part was that, not only was her mouth closed and not voicing complaints, but it had a faint smile across the lips.  It actually looked like she was enjoying this.


The camera panned out again and then panned in on the breast that was still being bounced in the announcers hand.  She saw the painted nipple and had to admit that it looked erotic.  She had always been proud of her breasts.  They were perfectly formed and firm and full.  Her college friends joked that hers were the breasts that every porn star tried to achieve through surgery but never quite attained.  She earned the nickname Porn Queen among the five of her friends, which embarrassed her to no end.  Now her perfect breasts were being recorded and shown to all in the room.


Once again, she wondered what had happened to her friends.  She looked around the room again to find them but, once again, the lights frustrated her efforts.  She was worried for herself but she was even more worried about them.


The announcer finally released the bouncing breast.  Lets travel south, he said into the microphone.  Tempest watched in horror as she watched the screen, seeing his palm glide down her belly as she felt it against her naked flesh.  Finally, it got to her mound.


Open up, sweetie, the announcer said as he pried his fingers between her thighs.  She shook her head and, once again, furrowed her brow.  Two women approached from the sides of the stage and gripped her ankles, pulling them apart, leaving her even more exposed than before.


Tempest had to finally close her eyes as the most recent images appeared on the screen.  They showed her sex with its painted petals and painted clit, glistening with evidence of her arousal.  And the effect of the artificial coloring was to make it look like she was in heat.  She was looking at what appeared to be the sex of a wanton slut.  Oh god, this is horrible! she thought.


The announcer kept up a play by play commentary into the microphone through all of this, extolling the virtues of the toned flesh and firm muscles.  He pushed his fingers into her sex, causing her to suck in her breath.  She opened her eyes as she felt the fingers retreating, only to groan at what she saw on the huge televisions.  There was a glistening finger and a very wet pussy.  Stretching between the two was a string of female juices making Tempest want to cry at the indignity and humiliation.


Thankfully, the announcer finished the guided tour of her body.  He held the microphone to his lips again.  Lets get down to business.  Lot number six is open for bids.  Bidding will start at 100.


Oh god! she thought.  They are auctioning off the right to rape me!  Then she thought again.  That might not be so bad.  At least then Id only be raped by one instead of dozens.  But then she was furious at the starting price.  She did not know what a prostitute cost, but she figured it was much more than a hundred dollars.  She felt insulted.


The floodlights dimmed and she was illuminated by a pair of spotlights.  The bidding was opened and then quickly ran up to 300.  She looked up at one of the screens to see how the change of lighting affected her appearance but the screens had changed.  They were now split screens with her image on the left side and a bunch of statistics on the right.


Current bid:  325,000 British Pounds was the first number she saw.


Oh my god! she thought.  The last number she had heard shouted was 325.  She wasnt being sold for a fuck!  This wasnt a one-nighter!  This was for keeps!  Nobody would pay that amount unless it was permanent.  She did not remember how much a pound was worth but, to the best of her recollection, it was worth more than a dollar.  She was being sold for over $325,000.  An icy chill raced down her spine.


Lets see how she marks, she heard the announcer say.  Two men came out onto the stage and stood on neither side of her, slightly behind her.  Each one reached out and cupped the lower swells of the closest breast, lifting them slightly.  The bidding had slowed and the auctioneer planned to elevate it to a new level.


The auctioneer walked to a table and picked up a thin cane which he swung through the air, making a whistling sound.  He walked back to her and held the mike back up to his lips.  Only one demonstration stripe tonight.  To further explore how this beauty marks, you will have to buy her.


Without any further fanfare, he raised the cane and then brought it down swiftly, striking the twin orbs across the soft, sensitive upper swells.  The pain was excruciating.  Tempest felt as if her breasts had just been severed from her chest.  She was afraid to look down, worried that her breasts truly had been sliced off by the wicked blow.  Instead, she looked back up at the monitors.  Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw an angry red welt across the upper swells of each breast and felt the burning on her chest.


She looked at the statistics again and saw that her price had reached 450,000.  She looked at the next statistic which said Logged on:  373.  The one below it read Registered bidders:  401.


She just stared at the screen in disbelief.  She was being auctioned off over the internet as well as to the people in the room with her.  People from around the world were witnessing her nudity and her fate.  She could end up being owned any place on the globe.  Another chill shot down her spine.


525, she heard.  The bidding was slowing down again.  She wanted to scream at the indignity that was thrust upon her but her mouth remained clamped shut.  In the end, the final price was 600,000.  She was released from the pole and led off the stage.



Chapter 3


This is 0914CF, said the man who delivered her to an office down the hall from the auction room.


Verify, said the woman behind the desk.  The man accommodated by bending Tempest forward over the desk and kicking her ankles wide apart.  Then he crouched down and read the newly inscribed numbers.


Zero, he said.


Nine.


One.


Four.


Charlie.


Frank.


Each digit in the tattoo had a precise meaning.  It was a serial number that had been developed by an international slavery ring.  The 09 meant that Tempest had become a slave in 2009.  The 14C meant that she was the fourteenth person to be enslaved that year in the Caribbean region.  The F indicated that she was female.  The organization maintained an extensive database on all registered slaves that assisted them in slave retrievals, if a slave were to be stolen or escaped, and in aftermarket sales, when an owner grew tired of a particular slave.


The database also contained extensive information about the owners which helped the organization notify potential buyers of the availability of slaves.  Once the organization had obtained ownership of the six college friends and been able to assess them, they had used this database to notify the people who were most likely to be interested in them.


Tempest was mortified at what they did with her but now, she also felt defeated.  She seemed to be able to exercise no control whatsoever over things that happened.  It was just awful.


Verified, the woman said.  Attach her there and I will complete the transaction.


Tempest was confused.  Complete the transaction?  Was this the woman who had bought her?  The woman sat at a computer and typed out a few keystrokes and then waited.


The woman looked more like a secretary than a slave owner, although she had never met a slave owner so she was not sure what one was supposed to look like.  The woman looked fiftyish with hints of gray starting to appear in her brown hair.  She was a bit on the frumpy side and wore glasses that were about ten years out of style.


Lets begin now, the frumpy secretary began after the male left.  We need to validate the database.  Tempest Allegra Papadakis.  Such a beautiful name.  How did your parents come to name you Tempest?


Tempest just glared at the woman.


Oh, I forgot, said the woman.  You cant speak.  Well, not to worry.  The drug will wear off in the next thirty minutes.  And the gag will be removed soon enough.  Its such a beautiful name.  Can you verify that its your name by nodding your head?


Tempest refused to verify anything.  She was not about to play along with whatever this game was.  She just stood defiantly, attached to the pole in front of the womans desk.


The woman sighed.  Yes.  Occasionally this happens.  I always hate it when it does.  The obstinate girls always regret their lack of cooperation but by then its too late.  The brothels are much less discriminating and dont require a pedigree.  Its only the upper class owners that want their slaves to be validated.


The woman remained silent for several moments and then she spoke again.  Shall I notify your buyer that your pedigree could not be verified and that you have been shipped to Bangkok?


Tempest trembled at the question.  She always liked to have choices and prided herself on making the right decision.  But these were not real choices.  It was lose one way or lose the other.  There was no positive outcome.  She finally shook her head.  She did not know what lay ahead of her when the transaction was completed but she hoped that it would be better than a Thailand brothel.


Good girl, said the woman.  So do you verify that you are Tempest Allegra Papadakis?  Tempest nodded.


Our records indicate that you were born February 24, 1983.  Is that correct?  Again, Tempest nodded.  She felt defeated.


Okay, good.  We are doing well so far.  For the rest of this, I will just state a fact and you will nod if it is correct or shake your head if it is not.  At the end, the drug should have worn off and we can correct the data.


Current address is 181A Southwyck Avenue, Winnetka, Illinois.  Tempest nodded.


Previous employer:  Seymour, Allison and Pease.  Tempest tensed at that one.  So far, they could have gotten everything from her passport.  How did they learn her employer?  Plus, that was her current employer; not her previous employer.  She shook her head.


Oh, said the woman.  You did not work at Seymour, Allison and Pease?  Tempest nodded.


Does that mean that you did work there? asked the woman.  Again, Tempest nodded.


Okay, said the woman.  Then that makes it your previous employer.  You do not work there any longer.  Tempest felt filled with dread at the words.


Graduated Magna Cum Laude in 2005 from Gulf States University with a Bachelor of Arts in History.  Tempest nodded again.  How did they know this?


Graduated in 2007 from Tivoli University with a Juris Doctor.  Again, Tempest nodded.


Father is Theodore Papadakis.  Mother is Maria Papadakis, nee Gregorio.  Tempest nodded.  This was becoming too scary to her.  It was like she had been captured and was being held by the CIA.


The woman went through dozens of other facts, all of which Tempest confirmed.  It was unbelievable that they had so much information about her.  Had she been targeted?  Had she been responsible for her friends being captured and enslaved by leading them into a trap?  The interview ended and the frumpy secretary thanked her for cooperating.  Then she touched a button on her desk and two men entered the room.  They led her to her next destination.


It was a large room.  Eight poles were arranged in a circle.  Four of her friends were already attached to four of the poles.  She was attached to a fifth one.  She looked slowly from face to face.  Each of them was beautiful but each of them looked totally dejected and defeated.


One of them was missing.  All of them were there except Carrie.  Did that mean that she had already been collected by her buyer or did that mean that she refused to verify information and was on her way to Bangkok?  There was no way to ask.  They were each effectively silenced by their gags.


She looked back at each one of them and again lamented what she had apparently gotten them into.  They were all so loving and so kind and so beautiful.  None of them deserved this.  She winced as she noticed that each of them had been struck with the cane to demonstrate how she marked.


Elke had marks identical to her own with welts across the tops of her breasts.  Kim bore her stripes perfectly through the middle of her breasts, across the nipples.  That must have really hurt, thought Tempest.  Alaine received her stripes to the undersides of her breasts and Tempest winced at the thought of that.  She knew how sensitive that flesh was.


Connies stripes were across her thighs.  To Tempest, that seemed more humane, although she knew that it must have hurt terribly.  But poor Tammy was the one she felt sorry for.  Her stripe stretched right across her pregnant belly.  Not only was she punished but so was her unborn child!


Tempest was miserable.  She could clearly see that her friends were miserable.  None of them deserved anything remotely like this.  It wasnt fair at all.  And Tempest was now convinced that she had been the cause.


Based on what she had learned tonight during the ordeal, she wondered if she would ever see any of her friends again.  She doubted it.



Chapter 4


They just looked at one another as they stood in the circle.  None of them could speak because of their identical gags but their eyes spoke volumes.  Each of them let the others know how much they loved them and how scared they were.


After the five of them had been reunited for about ten minutes, the door opened.  It was just a single male who entered this time.  He walked to Kim and detached her from her pole.  Then he led her out of the room.  Not a single sound was uttered.


It was almost another thirty minutes before the door opened again.  Tempest glanced at the door and saw the same male.  She turned her head and closed her eyes, not wanting to witness another one of her friends being led away into slavery.  She reluctantly opened her eyes after awhile to see which of her friends had been taken away.


Her eyes opened wide in surprise at what she saw.  She closed them again and shook her head before slowly opening, thinking that she had been hallucinating.  But when she opened them again, she saw the same thing.  Kate Winthrop was standing in front of her and smiling at her.


Hello, Tempest dear, Kate said.  This is quite a fix you have gotten yourself into.


The expression on Tempests face went from disbelief to confusion to relief.  With Kate here, she realized that her ordeal was over.  She was going home after all.


Kate Winthrop was a senior partner at Seymour, Allen and Pease.  At thirty nine, she was the youngest senior partner by over a decade.  She had been the youngest person ever to become partner in the firm and widely viewed as a brilliant and highly driven attorney.


Tempest nodded her head quickly in response to Kates words and tried to reply verbally but was frustrated by the gag.  Kate smiled as she saw the captive womans response and reached out to stroke her fingers over the girls cheek.


Tempest, dear, she continued, I am not here to rescue you.  You have been sold.  You are owned.  Whats done is done.


Tempests expression changed back to confusion as she listened.  Why was she here then?  How did she know how to find her?  Kate answered those questions when she next spoke, being able to anticipate the swirl of questions that must be going through the young attorneys mind.


When I heard two days ago about six new girls being offered for sale in the Caribbean office, I thought it might be you and your friends.  I remembered that you were going on a cruise with five college friends.


Tempest noticed that Kim had been brought back into the room.  She furrowed her brow as Kates words sank in and new questions formed in her brain.  Two days ago?  They were only kidnapped last night.  Or had they been kidnapped earlier and kept sedated?  And how would Kate have heard about that anyways?  It wasnt the kind of thing that you would advertise in a newspaper.


So I came as quickly as I could, Kate continued.  I did not want you to fall into the wrong hands.  I tried to get them to release you but they refused.  You were prime quality merchandise in their eyes.  All six of you were prime as far as they were concerned but you were the pick of the litter.


I am not here to rescue you, she repeated.  I bought you.  You are my property now.


Tempest sucked in her breath as she heard the words.  Kate bought her?  Kate paid 600,000 pounds for her?  What did all of this mean?


Are these other girls your college friends? Kate asked as she glanced around the room.  Tempest nodded in response.  Kate then took a tour of the other bound and naked girls as Tempest watched.


Kate started with Kim.  Tempest watched in disbelief as Kate traced a finger across the angry red welts across the center of Kims breasts, causing the girl to wince as her nipples were touched.  Kate placed her palms over the breasts and squeezed, eliciting a groan from Kim.  Then, to Tempests horror, Kate slid a hand down Kims taut belly and insinuated a finger into the girls sex.  She left it in there and wiggled it around until Kim started moaning.  Then she withdrew it and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes as if savoring the taste.


Delicious, girl, she pronounced.  You will be making someone very happy.


Tempest had heard the rumors back in the office but had dismissed them as just slurs propagated by jealous colleagues.  During Kates meteoric rise in the firm, she had passed more tenured lawyers on her way to senior partner.  Tempest always attributed the rumors to those who had been passed over in favor of the beautiful, young, blonde attorney.


The rumors were basically all variations on the same theme.  It was whispered that Kate Winthrop had exotic sexual interests.  In some of the rumors, she was lesbian.  In others, she was into domination and submission with her being the mistress.  In still others, she was said to have owned slaves.


Tempest did know that Kate had twice defended people who were accused of participating in white slavery.  Both times, her clients had been acquitted.  Tempest assumed that the rumor about her owning slaves came from the two successful outcomes being twisted by jealous competitors.


Kate moved on to Alaine.  Again, she started by tracing the angry red lines on the lower swells of the girls breasts.  Then Tempest watched as Kate bounced the beautiful breasts in her palms, eliciting a grimace each time the welts came in contact with the hands.


Tempest looked closer at Kate to determine whether or not the rumors could be true.  The senior partner was certainly dressed as if she could be a dominant.  The black leather pants hugged her hips tightly, showing off the feminine curves of the woman.  The long-sleeved black leather top laced together in the front, leaving a stripe of bare flesh from neck to navel and revealing the inner swells of two sizeable and obviously firm breasts.  The black stiletto boots completed the outfit and made Kate look truly dominant.


Kate inserted a finger into Alaine, causing the girl to blush.  Again, she left it in there and played with the girl until she started to moan.  She tasted the girl before moving on to Tammy.


Kate traced the welt across the bulging belly and then placed her palms on each side of the belly, caressing slowly up and down.  You went for a pretty penny today, girl.  And now I can see why.  You are beautiful.


Then she reached up and lifted the full breasts in her palms.  She leaned down and sucked one of Tammys nipples into her mouth, pulsing it in and out for several minutes before releasing it.  No milk yet.  But soon.  Your owner plans to keep you on her dairy farm.  She finished with the probing and tasting of Tammys sex.  Then she moved on to Elke.


Tempest watched as Kate toyed with the Norse goddess firm, bountiful breasts, bouncing them and suckling on the nipples.  There was no doubt in Tempests mind at this point that the rumors were true.  They were all true!  Kate finally moved back to Tempest.


You should be able to move your lips by now.  Tempest nodded.  Show me, said Kate.  Tempest wiggled her lips obediently.  The drug had worn off.


Good girl.  Now lets talk about what happens next.


Tempest was not sure that she wanted to learn more.  The past twenty four hours had been a nightmare and every hour that went by seemed to make things worse.  Now, she learned, the woman who she had admired and respected at work was turning out to be a demonic criminal.


Look at me, girl, Kate said.  Tempest had closed her eyes to try to shut out all of the insanity but Kate would not put up with that.  Open your eyes, Tempest.  Now!


Reluctantly, Tempest opened her eyes.  Her head had been bowed in resignation so, when her eyes finally opened, she was looking down at the deep valley that was Kates cleavage.  She shook her head quickly and then looked up into Kates eyes.


You are now 0914CF, Kate started.  You are a serial number.  You are property.  You are my asset.


Tempest shuddered as she listened to the cold words coming from someone who had been kind to her previously.  Kate lifted her hands and splayed her fingers, raising Tempests breasts and letting her thumbs strum back and forth across the painted nipples.


I will return you to Chicago but you will live with me.  I always keep my property near me.  Do you understand?


Tempest shook her head, causing Kate to chuckle.  Kate leaned forward and kissed the bound girls cheek.  No, of course you dont understand.  None of this makes any kind of sense at all to you right now.


Let me explain some things to you, Kate continued.  I will bring you back to my home when I think you are ready.  You will have to demonstrate that you are ready, though, before that can happen.


But dont ever waste your time dreaming of escape or rescue.  While you were sleeping, you and each of your friends received a capsule implanted in your bodies.  In one half of the capsule is a chip.  The chip has two functions.  The most important is the GPS feature.  It will show us within three feet where you are anywhere on the globe.  If you escape, it is only a matter of time before you are found and returned.  After all, you are 0914CF now and you belong to me.


Tempest shuddered again as she listened to the serious tone of the woman standing before her, holding her breasts.  Kate paused as she felt the shudder and leaned down, kissing the ample swells of each breast.


The chip also has another purpose.  It activates the other half of the capsule which contains a poison that will kill you in less than a second.  The chip can be instructed to do that in one of four ways.  If you are not found within twenty four hours of escaping, the organizations command center will activate the chip.  It will appear that you died of a massive brain hemorrhage.


Tempest tensed but that did not deter Kate from her intimate fondling of the generous breasts.  If you come within ten feet of a police station or court house anywhere on the globe, it will be activated.


Tempest opened her eyes wide in fear.  Dont worry.  You can drive by one and not activate it.  You will be far enough away.  And your days of practicing law are over so you dont need to worry about court houses.


Again, Tempest felt a chill race down her spine as she learned about the end of her career.  If you ever talk on a telephone again, the chip will be activated.  That is to avoid the temptation of calling for help.


Finally, there is this.  Kate pulled a little remote control device out of her top.  It had been resting above her left breast beneath the black leather.  She flipped open the cover to reveal a red button.  If I feel that you are ever a threat to my safety or if I simply ever grow tired of you, all I have to do is to push down on this button.


She placed her thumb on top of the red button and Tempest gasped, trembling with fear.  Kate released a breast and gripped Tempests chin, staring into her eyes.  Do we understand each other?  Tempest nodded quickly.


Good girl, Kate tugged the chin forward and kissed Tempest on the lips.  Again, the captive tensed.  She had kissed girlfriends before but it always been a chaste hello or goodbye kiss.  This one was anything but chaste as Kate rubbed her lips back and forth across Tempests and then stuck out her tongue to lick along the length of the bound girls lips.  For the first time, Tempest was glad she was wearing a gag.  At least it prevented the tongue from insinuating itself into her mouth.


The hand released its grip and resumed its position holding a breast.  Kate leaned down and kissed the full upper swell of each mound.  Then she sucked the left nipple into her mouth.  Tempest felt the tongue fluttering over the little nubbin and then felt the teeth gripping it and rolling it back and forth.  She looked around the room at her friends with an agonized expression on her face and saw them staring back at her with equally agonized looks.  Finally, Kate released the nipple and blew on it, watching the bud stiffen even more before she spoke again.


Tempest, dear, these are magnificent.  You have no idea how long I have yearned to own these; ever since you interned for us three years ago.  But I want you to know that I had nothing to do with your capture and sale.  That was purely the luck of the draw.  I was notified of the sale of six pieces of merchandise and thought that you might be one of the lots, but I did not arrange it.  I did not notify anyone that you were going to be on that ship.  Hell, I did not even know what ship you were going to be on.  They selected you and obtained you purely by chance and purely for business purposes.


Tempest felt incredibly uneasy about the language that Kate was using.  She referred to Tempest as merchandise and as a lot as if the girl truly was nothing more than a piece of property.  She used words like obtain and sale which also implied that she was merely an asset or belonging.  She watched in horror as Kate lowered her head to the other breast and sucked that nipple into her mouth and toyed with it with her tongue and teeth.


Now, Im going to remove that gag, said Kate, once she released the stiff bud from her lips.  You are not to speak unless spoken to.  And the only words I want to hear from those beautiful lips of yours are Yes, Mistress and Yes, Please unless the question that I ask implies that information is to be provided.  Are you clear on that?


Reluctantly, Tempest nodded her head.  Good girl.  Kate released the breasts and went to a table, returning with the wrench.  She slipped it between Tempests lips and cranked it, opening the bound girls jaw half way.  She removed the bar and then released the clamp that had been cruelly imprisoning the captives tongue.  Then, she used the wrench to release the brace from the molars and, with a well practiced move, slid the gag out of the mouth.  Tempest wondered how many other times she had performed this same task.


Tempest stretched her jaw once the horrid device had been removed.  She wanted to scream at Kate.  She wanted to reason with her.  She wanted to beg for her freedom.  But she also wanted to eventually escape.  She remembered the warning so she remained silent.


Kate ran her finger lightly back and forth across Tempests lips.  Do you understand that these belong to me?


Tempest tensed at the question.  She knew that she was only allowed one of two phrases in response to questions yet it was so distasteful to her to utter them.  She paused and Kate allowed her the time to adjust.  Kate knew that her new girls mind must be in turmoil.  Tempest trembled and closed her eyes out of shame before answering.


Yes, Mistress.


Kate smiled and leaned forward, kissing Tempest again.   Tempest opened her eyes and glanced around.  Her four friends were staring at her, shocked at her apparent surrender.  Kate reached out to claim Tempests breasts again, lifting the heavy orbs with her splayed fingers.


Do you accept that these are now my property?


Again, Tempest was torn.  She looked down, seeing her breasts held by the woman who she used to consider a friend.  Again, she wanted to resist.  But, in the end, she decided to fight another day.  She took a deep breath and looked up into Kates eyes.


Yes, Mistress.


Just then, the door opened and another leather clad woman walked in.  Hi, Kate.  Nice catch you have there.


Thanks, Julia.  Which one did you buy?


The redhead.  I wanted to get to meet her before I leave and have her shipped home.  All five of the naked women gasped at those words.  This was too unbelievable!  First they were kidnapped.  Then they were stripped.  Then they were sold.  And if that wasnt enough abuse, now they learned that they could be shipped somewhere like they were a parcel.


Oh, shes a beauty, commented Kate.  Hell, they all are.  This is the best collection that has ever been offered.


Yeah, I agree, said Julia.  I had a hard time making up my mind.  Oh, I have to tell you.  Theres quite a commotion outside at the settlement desk.  It seems that one of the buyers is short on funds.  Shes trying to scrape enough together right now.


Oh my, said Kate.  Not good.


You know what that means, dont you? asked Julia.


Kate laughed.  Of course I know what that means.  I drafted the membership agreement.


Oh, I keep forgetting.  Well, if someone comes up with the price, they get a two-fer.


Who is it? asked Kate.


I dont know her name.  Shes French.  And shes pretty cute too.


Which one did she buy?


The blonde, said Julia, pointing to Elke.


Hmm, pondered Kate.  Then she turned back to Tempest.  You might have a slave sister or two.


Each member had to sign an agreement before joining and being allowed to participate in the auctions.  One of the rules stated that transactions needed to be completed within one hour of the end of an auction.  Failure to successfully complete a transaction resulted in the forfeiture of freedom for the would-be buyer.


This could play out in one of two ways.  First, if someone was willing to buy the girl that the would-be buyer had won the bidding on, that person would get the girl and the would-be buyer.  Hence, the two-fer.  The second way that it could play out is that the girl and the bidder would be held over until the next auction and then sold.  The organization much preferred the first outcome, however.  It helped with the cash flow and meant that valuable merchandise would not have to sit on the shelf as inventory, collecting dust.


Julia walked past each of the new slaves, caressing and pinching and probing the naked flesh as she went.  She would have bought the whole lot of them if she could have.  They were all spectacular.  Even the one who was pregnant was stunning.  Julia did not much care for what pregnancy did to a womans body, but even with the bulging belly, this one was striking.  She finally reached Alaine and started her close up inspection.


I think Ill go back and check out the French princess, said Kate.  Dont let my girl get away.


Julia laughed, seeing Tempest was securely bound to her pole.  Ill make sure she doesnt move.  Do you mind if I look her over more closely while youre gone?


Be my guest, said Kate over her shoulder as she disappeared through the door.


Julia came back to Tempest and ran her hands down the girls sides, enjoying the silkiness of the soft, warm flesh.  She ran her palms over the hips and reached behind, grasping a firm buttock in each hand.  You certainly had a lot of admirers out there, little one.  And if I had not just bought one of your friends, I would have been one more bidding for you.


Tempest decided that she had better remain silent.  She was seething at the way she was being treated.  And being called little one did not improve her mood; especially since she was at least six inches taller than the woman who had just called her that.  The groping did not help her attitude either.  It was all just so infuriating.


Tempest was not finished suffering, however.  She felt fingers at her sex and cringed as they parted her folds.  She did not think that she could ever get used to this kind of intimate fondling at the hands of another.  When Julia pushed a finger into her sex, she raised up on her tiptoes to try to escape the probing but the finger just moved with her.


The door opened and a man and woman entered.  They appeared to be in their early forties.  You picked a nice one, the man said.


Oh, shes not mine.  The redhead over there belongs to me.  Im just sampling this one before Kate takes her away.


Shes a beauty too, said the woman.  We bought this one.  Tempest looked over and saw that they had purchased Kim.  Shes going to be a starter slave for our children.  Well probably bring her back here for resale in a few years when they head off for college.


You have a beauty also.  Im sure your kids will have lots of fun with her.


This is insanity! thought Tempest.  Six women had just had their lives and careers and hopes and aspirations taken away from them.  And these other people were milling about checking out the merchandise and chatting nonchalantly as if they were at a neighborhood bake sale. Damn! thought Tempest.  Now even Im using the word merchandise.


Kate came back in for a moment.  Im having Tempest delivered to my room.  I put in a bid on the little Frenchie and the blonde.  She has another ten minutes to cover her offer and Im going to stick around to see how it turns out.


Okay, said Julia as she was slowly sawing her finger in and out of Tempests sex, which was very wet at this point because of all of the touching and stimulation.  Good luck.


Kate disappeared and, eventually, Julia went back to appraising her own girl.  Tempest watched as poor Alaine suffered the same indignities she had been putting up with.  A man showed up to collect Tempest and he led her off.  She was delivered to Kates room where he bound her to an identical pole in the middle of the sitting room.



Chapter 5


The French woman was unable to arrange for the 300,000 pounds.  She never even came close.  It appeared that her account had recently been emptied, which did not sit well with the organization.  With five minutes remaining until the deadline, she ran, hoping that she could escape her fate.  It was foolish on her part.  There really was nowhere to run on the small island.  She was brought back and stripped.


Kate made a quick inspection of the former mistress.  She was a pretty little thing and young to be trying to buy such an expensive slave.  Kate estimated her age to be about that of Tempests.  Kate had seen her in the auction and had noticed how beautiful she was.  Aside from her beauty, though, she appeared to be nothing but bad attitude.  Kate realized that this girl would be fun to break but she would require a lot of time and that would take time away from her time with Tempest.  She knew what she would do with Monique.


Elke was another matter.  She was stunningly beautiful and Kate would have easily purchased her if Tempest hadnt also been offered in the sale.  Should she keep Elke or sell her?


Keeping her was very tempting.  Having two slaves as beautiful as Tempest and Elke would make her the envy of everyone in the organization.  It would also provide her with endless hours of fun and pleasure once she got them trained.  Their tongues could work together on her body to take her to places she had only dreamed about.  She could have them perform together and enjoy watching their delightful erotic shows.


Have Monique registered and marked, Kate told the woman at the settlement desk.  She heard Monique gasp and then start sobbing.  Hold her until the next sale and offer her with the others.  Ill pay her kenneling fees until then.  The French woman was pleading for mercy as two men dragged her down the hall to get her tattoo.


Have this one delivered to my room, she continued.  She would keep Elke, at least for the time being.  Maybe it would help Tempest to transition to her new status if there was a familiar face nearby going through the same thing.  She could always dispose of the extra slave at some point in the future.  There was usually at least one auction per month in each of the regions.


The sale of the French woman should cover some of the money she had spent this day.  She still could not believe that she had spent almost a million and a half dollars, although Elke should have gone for a much higher price.  The only thing that suppressed her price was the presence of Tempest on the program.  Everyone had seen her pictures and wanted to buy her.


With nobody like Tempest on the block to compete with, Kate hoped that the French girl would go for close to a half million.  Then, if she decided to sell Elke, she could recoup most of what she had spent for Tempest.  She might even come out a head under the right circumstances.  She had spent a lot but she thought that it had been a wise investment in assets.


Kate stayed at the settlement desk until the funds had been successfully transferred.  Then she went to meet the head of the Caribbean office.  As long as she was down here, she might as well get some business done.  It might even save her a trip later.  There were no titles in this slavers organization and there was no organization chart.  If there was a chart, it would have shown her as General Counsel.  She was the legal brain of the organization.


While Kate was meeting with the head of the branch office, Elke was delivered.  The male screwed a second pole into the floor in front of Tempest and Elke was attached to it, facing the already installed girl.  They were very close together.  In fact, their breasts were less than an inch apart.


This is horrible! exclaimed Tempest once the male had left.  Elke made some sounds but her efforts were frustrated by her gag.


Oh, they left that stinking gag in you!  You cant talk.  Thats okay.  Ill talk for both of us.


We were bought by Kate.  I know her from work back in Chicago.  We have to do whatever we have to do to convince her that we accept our new lives as slaves so she will take us home soon.  We will escape once we get there.


We also have to find out what happened to the other four.  Once we get free, we can try to find them and free them.  Tempest chattered on and on and Elke nodded at what she said.


Oh, Im just so happy that at least we are together. Tempest leaned forward to try to kiss her friend but could not reach.  Their breasts did touch in the process, however, and Tempest moved her chest back and forth, brushing her nipples across Elkes lower swells as the only sign of affection that she could muster.


Elke was surprised at the intimate touching by her friend.  While Elke considered herself to be bisexual, she knew that Tempest was definitely not.  She was an avowed heterosexual, which made the touching that much more remarkable.  Tempest was four inches shorter than the six foot blonde so the stiff nipples raked lightly across the lower curves of Elkes full breasts.  She arched her back to push her chest out, making it more accessible and, hopefully, letting her friend know that she appreciated the gesture.  It was the first nice thing that had happened to her since they were kidnapped.


Tempest chattered on, continuing the one-way conversation.  She spoke about the indignities they had endured and speculated about the fate that lay ahead of them.  She expressed her fears but also her hope that they would one day be free.  All the while, she moved her chest back and forth which seemed to have a calming effect on both of them.


Kate arrived after awhile.  There are my lovelies, she said after she entered the room.  It seems that I have ended up with both picks of the litter.  This has been a good shopping trip.


Tempest wanted to scream at the way they were being treated but remembered the warning that she had received earlier.  Her primary objective had to be getting back to Chicago as quickly as possible.  She stood a chance of escaping there.  She knew that no escape was possible if she was kept here, wherever here was.  She kept her mouth shut.


Kate walked up to the two bound girls and reached up, lifting a breast from each girl in her hands.  What do you think of your new sister, pet?


Tempest was infuriated at being called a pet but tried to mask that anger.  Shes beautiful.  This caused Kate to glare at Tempest who quickly remembered her instructions.  I mean shes beautiful, Mistress.


Kate smiled and patted Tempest on the cheek, treating her as if she were a child.  This had Tempests blood boiling but she maintained her composure.  Kate gave Elkes breast a squeeze and looked to her.  And what do you think of your new sister, girl?


Elke opened her eyes wide in surprise.  How was she supposed to answer?  She parted her lips and made a few garbled noises.


Oh jeesh! exclaimed Kate.  They left that damned gag in?  That should have been removed long ago.  Let me find a wrench.  Kate looked around the apartment but could not find one so she called the front office to have one delivered.  Ten minutes later, she was cranking the wrench and removing the horrid metal device from the tall blondes mouth.  Elke stretched her mouth open, flexing her jaw and thankful to have the cruel thing out of her mouth.


Im going to release you now and then we are going to talk.  I hope I dont regret it.  But I should remind you that you are in a completely secure facility.  There is no way to escape.  I hope that you will both behave.


Kate released Elke from the pole first and then she removed the girls cuffs.  She repeated the actions with Tempest, leaving both of them naked but unbound for the first time since their abduction.  She walked to a chair and sat down.  Come girls.  Kneel here and we can talk.


Tempest and Elke looked at each other questioningly but then moved to their new owner, kneeling on the carpeted floor.  Kate leaned down and brushed each girls face with her fingers as if moving stray hairs aside.


She started by telling Elke some of the same things that she had already told Tempest.  She described what would be expected of them and emphasized that complete obedience would have to be the minimum standard.


We are going to stay for a few days.  Well start your training tomorrow.  If, at the end of that, I think you are ready to come home with me, then well go back to Chicago.  If not, I will go alone and leave you behind for additional training.


I know that this change must come as quite a shock to you, she continued, but the sooner you make the adjustment in your minds, the better life will be for you.  I know that neither of you probably grew up with aspirations of becoming a slavegirl.  But thats what you are now.  And its permanent.  You can either adjust to it the easy way or the hard way.  I would prefer the easy way but I will not hesitate to use harsh measures to help you accept your new life.


Tempest trembled slightly as she listened to Kate.  What did she mean by harsh treatment?  Would she use torture?  Would they be drugged into mindless zombies?


Tempest wanted to speak but remembered Kates instructions about the use of her voice.  She had already decided to act like she was adjusting to her new life on her own to avoid whatever the harsh treatment was so she did not want to anger Kate by talking or asking questions.  But the questions were churning inside of her head.  Thankfully, Kate noticed.


Would you like to say something, pet?


Yes please, said Tempest obediently.  This simple act of obedience and implied submission caused her to blush which infuriated her even more.


You may speak,


Thank you, the naked girl said.  Then she added, Mistress.  What will become of our friends?


Kate admired Tempest for that simple question.  It spoke volumes about the girl and her loyalties.  Her whole life had been turned upside down and torn away from her but her first concern was for her friends.


They all have owners now, just like the two of you, replied Kate.


Tempest did not know if follow-up questions were allowed but she decided to press her luck.  After all, she had been given permission to speak.  What will their lives be like?


One of them, the redhead, was bought by a good friend of mine.  She is not a harsh mistress.  I suspect that the redhead will be a house slave and will be used mostly for pleasure.


Her name is Alaine, Mistress.


Thank you, pet, replied Kate.  Alaines mistress is lesbian so I think her tongue will see a lot of action.  And I expect that you will get to see her fairly often.  Julia and I try to get together every month or so.


A husband and wife bought another one of your friends, Kate went on.


That was probably Kim.


I have met Kims new owners but I dont know them well.  I dont know how she will be treated.


They came in to where we were being held while you were out, Mistress, Tempest offered.  They said they were going to give her to their children.


Oh my, said Kate.  Then she should be in for an interesting time.  I suspect that shes in for a lot of sex, at least initially.


What about Tammy, Mistress? asked Tempest.  She was the pregnant one.


I dont know her owner at all, replied Kate.  But I was sitting at the next table during the auction and I heard her talking to one of her friends.  From her accent, I would guess that she was either German or Austrian; maybe even Swiss.  She owns a dairy farm and already has a couple of human cows.  Tammy will join the human cows in milk production.  Human milk is considered a delicacy in my circles.


Elke and Tempest emitted gasps at this revelation.  That sounded horrible and extremely degrading.


If the baby is a boy, Kate went on, she plans to sell him.  If its a girl, she plans to keep her and raise her to be a slave also.  Tempest groaned at this news.


And what about Carrie, Mistress?  She was already gone when I was taken into that holding room.


I dont know about Carries new owner, responded Kate.  She was bought by one of the online bidders.  I dont know if she has a master or a mistress or what they intend for her.  I dont even know what part of the world she will end up in.  She was already taken to be packaged for shipment which is why she was gone when you arrived.


Tempest felt another chill snake down her spine at the words.  How could anyone even talk about packaging a human being for shipment?  And Tempest could not get over how casually Kate talked about it.  She behaved as if these were normal everyday occurrences.


Thank you, Mistress, was all that Tempest said once she had heard more about the fates of her close friends.


Are there any more questions?


Yes, Mistress.  I have tons of questions.  But may I ask them another time?


Kate laughed and reached out, patting Tempests cheek.  Yes pet.  Im sure you do have tons of questions.  This is all so new to you.  You may ask the rest in the future but be sure to get permission before you do.


But now its getting late, said Kate.  This has been a long day for all of us.  And tomorrow, we start your training.  Tonight, Im going to have you sleep together in the other room.  That way, you can talk and help each other prepare for tomorrow without keeping me awake.


Tomorrow, we will start with the two of you making love to each other so I want you to talk about that and get comfortable with it.  You might even want to practice or experiment a bit.  After that, you will provide me with pleasure and then you will provide pleasure to anyone I choose.  Now run along.  That is your bedroom.  She pointed to a door.  I look forward to playing with my pretty pets in the morning.



Chapter 6


They had a private bath off of their bedroom and they showered, one at a time, thankful to wash off the oil that had been rubbed into their flesh and the artificial coloring that had been applied to various parts of their bodies.  Tempest walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body to find a naked Elke lying on top of the bed.


Something tells me that towel will be the most clothing you will wear for a long time, said Elke.


Tempest sat down on the edge of the bed.  This cant really be happening to us.  This is a nightmare!


Elke scooted closer and placed her palm on Tempests back, rubbing softly to try to comfort her friend.  I agree its a nightmare.  But its happening.  As much as I hate to say it, we are just someones property now; complete with serial numbers.  Im 0912CF.


Tempest let out a little sob.  She had been trying to act so brave but the reality of the situation was finally striking her like a tsunami.  Im 0914CF, she whimpered between sobs.


Elke sat up and scooted behind Tempest with a leg on either side of her and pulled her friend back until Tempests back rested against her breasts.  Go ahead and cry, love.  Get it out of your system.  It will make you feel better.


Tempest continued to sob and Elke wrapped her arms around her, holding her and swaying her gently back and forth.  Eventually the sobs died down and then ended and they just sat together silently for several minutes.


Arent you scared? asked Tempest.


Im terrified, responded Elke.  This whole ordeal has been absolutely horrifying.


You dont seem all that terrified, said Tempest.


Well, Im less terrified than I was earlier.  I feel better with you.  Im sure the others must still be frightened to death.

Tempest nodded and sniffled.


And its a little less terrifying because you know the person who bought us.  That might make things a little better for us.


Again, Tempest nodded and sniffled.


And I think that its probably a little easier for me to make the adjustment than the rest of you.


What do you mean? asked Tempest, turning her head to look at Elke.


Well, started Elke, for one thing, Im bisexual.


Tempest opened her eyes wide in surprise.  I never knew that.  Whey didnt you tell me?


I never told any of you.  I didnt want to scare you off.  And I didnt want to risk our relationship.


We wouldnt have been scared off, said Tempest.  You should have told us.


Maybe, said Elke.  Anyways, tomorrow will be easier for me than for you.  And for another thing, being a slave is less horrible for me than for the rest of you, probably.  For years, I have had fantasies about being a slavegirl, or at least a submissive.  Now Ill get to live out that fantasy whether I want to or not.


Wow! breathed Tempest.  I never would have guessed that.  Have you ever done anything like that?


Ive only played at it, said Elke.  And it was not very fulfilling.  There was too much hesitancy.  And both parties knew it could be stopped at any moment by either party.  It didnt come close to my fantasies.


I guess this is a bit closer, offered Tempest.


Much closer, agreed Elke.  The serial number was new.  And I never would have dreamed up that gag, although it was ingenious.  But all of the rest of it could have come right out of the script for one of my dreams.


Wow, repeated Tempest, unable to come up with anything more intelligent.


Elke scooted back and laid back down on the bed.  She grabbed Tempests wrist and tugged.  Come lie with me.


Tempest let herself be pulled down onto the bed and then she scooted around until they lay on their sides, facing one another.


Elke leaned forward and kissed Tempest on the lips, causing Tempest to tense.  Relax, love.  You will have to do that and a lot more in the morning.


Tempest nodded slowly and did not resist at all when Elke kissed her a second time, feeling the blonde beautys tongue licking back and forth across her lips.  She tensed again as she felt Elkes fingers at the knot that held her towel in place but did not protest or resist as Elke opened it.  She felt her friend scooting forward and then felt the warm soft breasts pressing against her own.


You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this, said Elke.  She ran her hand down Tempests side and enjoyed the feel of her friend cuddling with her.


You should have told us, repeated Tempest.


Now I have, replied Elke.  The blonde reached around and pulled Tempest closer, letting her tongue snake into Tempests mouth.  The raven haired slavegirl parted her lips and let out a soft whimper as she surrendered to Elkes tongue.  There is at least one good thing that is coming out of being a slave.  I am holding the most beautiful woman in the world naked in my arms.


Oh, El, whispered Tempest as she pressed her body tightly to Elkes.  Hold me.  Hold me tight.  Im so scared.


Elke hugged Tempest and then let one hand roam down her back and down to the beautiful bottom cheeks which she squeezed lovingly.  She had been planning on trying to get Tempest to make love tonight so that it was not new and shocking tomorrow but she decided against it.  Tempest needed comforting right now.



To be continued



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