Sex Slaves

[The Fallen Angel]

No Scruples (Hosted on bdsmlr)

Honestly! Some people just have no scruples.. The Khabadami coastline has hundreds of caves and little hideaways where years ago contraband goods like Seagrams would be sneaked ashore. Today the caves are still used for illegal trading. The sale of sex slaves is not forbidden of course but it is regulated through government controlled markets and mosques. The King wants his taxes paid! Here are two rogues bartering over a young French student who fell into the wrong hands. These caves are considered safe havens away from the prying eyes of customs and excise people. The black market flourishes!

 

[phillpain]

nice would like to train her using a crop

 

[thehangingtree]

No Scruples (Hosted on bdsmlr)

Honestly! Some people just have no scruples.. The Khabadami coastline has hundreds of caves and little hideaways where years ago contraband goods like Seagrams would be sneaked ashore. Today the caves are still used for illegal trading. The sale of sex slaves is not forbidden of course but it is regulated through government controlled markets and mosques. The King wants his taxes paid! Here are two rogues bartering over a young French student who fell into the wrong hands. These caves are considered safe havens away from the prying eyes of customs and excise people. The black market flourishes!

Oh, the training this woman will need!

 

[The Fallen Angel]

Oh, the training this woman will need!

She looks like she could be a bit stroppy and possibly difficult to train. Are you and Phillpain up for it?

 

[thehangingtree]

She looks like she could be a bit stroppy and possibly difficult to train. Are you and Phillpain up for it?

I believe you ladies are far more ready for the task!!!

 

[Darkprincess69]

pleasing her Mistress

Every slavegirl knows to pleasure her mistress without question. She is there for her mistress' entertainment and nothing more.

 

[phillpain]

do for me

 

[The Fallen Angel]

Lucy Pendragon (Stored on bdsmlr)

For the first time in her life Lucy knew exactly what she wanted to be when she left her local comprehensive. The previous afternoon she had looked under her brother’s mattress while he was out playing football and her parents were out drinking at the local Labour W.M.C. She found some interesting dog eared magazines labelled half price on return from the local market. There was Bare Busty Barmaids, Pretty Pink Pussies but one really caught her attention. The rest of the afternoon was spent on planning her future career. As it happened she had an appointment with the school careers advice lady the next morning.

Lucy sat opposite Miss Simmerson who lowered her glasses a little and peered over the frames down at Lucy. This rather defeated the object of wearing the glasses but did make her feel superior. Lucy smiled back at her.

“I see you want to be a white sex slave trader!” Miss Simmerson tossed Lucy’s papers to one side. “Please don’t waste my time!”

“Oh please miss I wouldn’t that. I really am going to buy and sell sex slaves in Khabadami and make a fortune. I read all about it yesterday.”

“Don’t be silly..where did you read such nonsense?”

“In my brother’s copy of The White Slave Traders of Wigan. It’s what I really want to be. Can you help me please miss?”

“Help you! I’m reporting you to your form teacher.”

“Miss? You look just like one of the models in his copy of Bare Busty Barmaids. A bit younger then I suppose...”

Miss Simmerson nearly choked on her tuna sandwich she’d begun to nibble. That photo shoot was a few years ago. It helped her pay her uni fees and was easier work than pulling pints at the Red Deer. “So...how can I help you my dear?”

And so here we are crossing the great Khabadami desert. Lucy is taking her slaves to market and has just stopped at a Little Abdul refuelling station. She could easily hire a private jet or use one of the bullet trains but Lucy is very much of a conservationist. If her slaves need food and drink then they must use natural sources. Here at a Little Abdul they can have there fill before continuing their journey.

 

[phillpain]

should be in cuffs

 

[phillpain]

like them in cuffs

 

[willowfall]

Well trained slave does not need to wear cuffs

True but being in cuffs, especially metal ones is very stimulating and erotic.

Take my word for it.

kisses

willowfall

 

[phillpain]

like them in restraints.

 

[ramu]

Harem slaves
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nice one

 

[phlebas]

A weekend away to be his slave

 

[Barbaria1]

A weekend away to be his slave

Come on Goldman! I thought you promised me a nice weekend at the Dorchester? When do we get to go sightseeing?

 

[windar]

Come on Goldman! I thought you promised me a nice weekend at the Dorchester? When do we get to go sightseeing?

I'm already seeing the sights. But shouldn't the Do Not Disturb sign be on the outside of the door???

 

[phillpain]

nice but better in restraints

 

[Barbaria1]

So be it.....

Uh oh. This doesn’t look good ...

 

[connoisseurs]

Uh oh. This doesn’t look good ...

You are to critical. I find her looking good enough.

 

[Apostate]

Lucy Pendragon (Stored on bdsmlr)

For the first time in her life Lucy knew exactly what she wanted to be when she left her local comprehensive. The previous afternoon she had looked under her brother’s mattress while he was out playing football and her parents were out drinking at the local Labour W.M.C. She found some interesting dog eared magazines labelled half price on return from the local market. There was Bare Busty Barmaids, Pretty Pink Pussies but one really caught her attention. The rest of the afternoon was spent on planning her future career. As it happened she had an appointment with the school careers advice lady the next morning.

Lucy sat opposite Miss Simmerson who lowered her glasses a little and peered over the frames down at Lucy. This rather defeated the object of wearing the glasses but did make her feel superior. Lucy smiled back at her.

“I see you want to be a white sex slave trader!” Miss Simmerson tossed Lucy’s papers to one side. “Please don’t waste my time!”

“Oh please miss I wouldn’t that. I really am going to buy and sell sex slaves in Khabadami and make a fortune. I read all about it yesterday.”

“Don’t be silly..where did you read such nonsense?”

“In my brother’s copy of The White Slave Traders of Wigan. It’s what I really want to be. Can you help me please miss?”

“Help you! I’m reporting you to your form teacher.”

“Miss? You look just like one of the models in his copy of Bare Busty Barmaids. A bit younger then I suppose...”

Miss Simmerson nearly choked on her tuna sandwich she’d begun to nibble. That photo shoot was a few years ago. It helped her pay her uni fees and was easier work than pulling pints at the Red Deer. “So...how can I help you my dear?”

And so here we are crossing the great Khabadami desert. Lucy is taking her slaves to market and has just stopped at a Little Abdul refuelling station. She could easily hire a private jet or use one of the bullet trains but Lucy is very much of a conservationist. If her slaves need food and drink then they must use natural sources. Here at a Little Abdul they can have there fill before continuing their journey.

Melissa, I finally started skimming this thread and had decided that there was material aplenty for Bound Heat aficionados, but naught but eye candy for the maledom lite crowd. Thanks for proving me wrong.

Lots.