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THRILLING RAPE FANTASIES
THE ADVENTURES OF ALISON
VOLUME II
‘HAPPINESS IN SERVITUDE’
note… this story is a continuation of “Thrilling Rape Fantasies
I” which implies that it would probably be better to read that one first,
although readers familiar with the genre will have no trouble picking it up from
here...
CHAPTER ONE
It is
late into the wee hours of a rainy muggy August night as the long black limo
pulls up to the gleaming chrome and glass façade of the uptown highrise
apartment building where Alison is kept. Tony the hulking bodyguard-chauffeur
gets out of the driver’s seat and walks around the car to open the door for his
passengers. As he helps Fiona out of the car the
beautiful young blonde stirs fitfully, awakening from her doze where she
reclines in the back of the limo with her head resting on her Master’s
shoulder.
“We’re
home…” Slate announces softly in the exhausted slave-girl’s ear, gently pushing
her head off his dark-suited shoulder and gathering himself
to rise. He takes her by the arm as she struggles to sit herself up with her
hands still cuffed behind her back beneath the long white satin cape that
covers her half-naked body. Underneath the cape all she is wearing are her
severely-restrictive white corset, her nylons and heels and of course the rings
which pierce her bright pink nipples and her soft shaved cunt. She moans
softly, the burning pain of her recently-whipped and welted buttocks flaring
hotly as she returns to consciousness. Tony the chauffeur reaches in from outside to help
her get out of the car. Between the two men, they assist the caped and bound
blonde across the sidewalk toward the gleaming chrome and glass façade of the
highrise office tower and apartment building where Alison has been a virtual
captive in her own apartment for the last week as her training in sexual
servitude has progressed. She can’t really think of it as her home anymore… not
after everything that has happened there. Old Fred the night doorman rouses
himself to open the door for them. “Late night, huh, folks?…”
Slate favors him with a vague smile as their footsteps echo across the empty
lobby and into the waiting private elevator, which only runs up to the
penthouse level. If the old geezer sees anything unusual in the enslaved young
woman’s condition, the fact that his checks are drawn on Slate’s building
management company encourages him to keep his mouth shut. Besides which he
knows that Slate is not someone you would want to annoy.
The four
of them ride up in the elevator quietly, the two men supporting the weakened
and wavering slave girl between them as they step out on the top floor and
escort Fiona and Alison back to their apartment. Fiona opens the door with one
of those magnetic key cards which she had been given by Slate as Mistress of
the house but which only he possesses the code for. The door locks
electronically on both sides, preventing anyone from entering or leaving
without the passkey. So even if Alison were to somehow awaken in the dead of
night and somehow free herself from the chains holding her to her bed, there’s
no way she could get out of the apartment short of jumping out the window,
forty-five stories up. In fact, thoughts of escape are the last thing on
Alison’s mind right now as her three companions
half-carry the semi-conscious young woman directly into her frilly girlish
bedroom, now decked out with all kinds of bizarre bondage gear. The second that
the two men release her and Fiona takes the cape from around her shoulders, the
cuffed and beaten blonde collapses gratefully on the white satin-covered bed,
sinking swiftly into a black well of unconsciousness.
Her
mistress returns from the closet where she has gone to hang up Alison’s cape to
roll the girl over on her belly, loosening the laces of her corset a couple of
inches to let her rest more easily during the night. She doesn’t take it off
completely and even as the girl sleeps it will continue to mold Alison’s
already=slender form. After several months of this training regimen, the
blonde’s body will become so deformed
and atrophied by this relentless constriction that it will become impossible
for her to sit or stand without the corset’s support, especially as her waist
is reduced to twelve or fourteen inches. Of course, this just will serve to
make her that much more helpless…
While the
girl is lying there on her belly, Fiona takes the time to prepare one more
injection. Something to help her sleep… she doesn’t want Alison waking up two
hours from now from pain. She jabs the needle home in one of the passed-out sex
slave’s lacerated butt cheeks, giving her a good dose of sedative pain-killer
and then gently rubbing some ointment on the oozing welts that stripe the
girl’s still reddened backside. Unclipping the blonde’s wrist bracelets from
behind her back, she takes them off briefly to peel the long white gloves off
of Alison’s arms, then flips the girl over and refastens the girl’s cuffed
hands to her collar and attaches the collar to the headboard of the bed by an
eighteen-inch length of silver chain. Not that Alison is going anywhere, but
it’s good for her to wake up and find herself chained to the bed. Puts her in the proper frame of mind for the rest of the day.
As Fiona reaches down to unfasten the seven
earrings that pierce each of Alison’s delicate translucent ears, Slate leans
over her to inspect the silver piercings in the knocked=out submissive’s
sweetly shaved slit one more time. He fingers them speculatively as the
brunette unlaces Alison’s high-heeled white boots and removes her come-stained
and laddered stockings, tossing them in the trash. “Nighty night, little
Alison… Now you’re all tucked in…” the
hard-faced older man remarks ironically. “I hope you enjoyed your coming-out
party.”
Slate and
Fiona leave the room, turning out the lights and returning to the living room,
where the stolid Tony has been patiently waiting. “Have her ready for me at six
tomorrow evening. Make sure she’s wearing something dramatic. I expect her to
entertain some people…” He instructs the brunette. “And don’t let that greasy tattoo artist wear
her out too much. He should be able to finish with his work by tomorrow,
anyway, at least for now.” Fiona mumbles her assent as Slate turns his back to
her, already making for the door with Tony close on his heels.
CHAPTER TWO
Alison
sleeps long and deeply, too exhausted to even dream. By the time she starts to
come to, the sun is already high in the sky and her bladder is bursting. The
little clock on the bedside table reads almost
In a
moment her kinky brunette keeper is standing there over her, already dressed in
a shiny black leotard and stretch pants, high-heeled boots on her feet and her
little quirt and beeper hanging from her belt. In her hand she holds Alison’s
white leash. “Good morning, little sex puppy…” she greets her blonde roommate
sarcastically. “Is it time to go walkies…?” “Please, Mistress…” the helpless
former receptionist croaks out through her dry mouth, squirming around on the
bed in her anxiety… “I gotta go…” Fiona reaches down to fasten the leash to the
ring attached to the bottom of the burning silver shaft piercing vertically through the anxious
slavegirl’s sore and tender clit,
unfastening Alison’s collar from the chain connecting it to the
headboard and releasing her wrist cuffs from the ring at the front of the
choker, still leaving them tightly clipped together in front of her.
Painfully, the multiply-pierced young blonde rises form
her bed, stiff and sore all over, her recently-whipped buttocks still very
tender where the blackish stripes of her Master’s crop are starting to heal
over and the piercings in her flesh throbbing and burning abominably. She feels
like the inside of her rectum has been used for a punching bag. Besides that,
her nose is running and her eyes are red and watery, a nauseous feeling
building up in the pit of her stomach as the sick craving for more of Slate’s
special synthetic drug blend builds up in her body, jangling her nerve ends.
Apparently the stuff creates a powerful physical addiction… a great marketing tool
when the stuff is produced in sufficient quantities to hit the streets. Anybody
dealing this shit will be guaranteed a steady stream of repeat customers.
Seeing her captive wince as she gets up from the bed and the brunette leads her
to the bathroom by the leash attached to her cunt, Fiona reassures her. “Don’t worry, cupcake… We’ll get you straightened out as soon as
you get done doing your business. I’ve got your breakfast all ready for you…”
she says, pointing to the silver tray already laid out on the bedside table
with its array of shining syringes and little vials. “Now hurry up… it’s
getting late already.”
Clad in
nothing but her somewhat loosened white patent corset, the strung-out blonde
squats gratefully on the toilet, sighing in relief as the long stream of her
urine splashes into the bowl, her Mistress standing over her holding up the
leash connected to her ringed little clit so it doesn’t get wet. Alison reaches
for the toilet tissue to wipe herself with her cuffed hands, struggling awkwardly
as she gingerly brings the wad of paper up between her ringed inner labia. She
can feel the implacable coldness of the silver circlets against her fingers.
This is the first time since she has been pierced that she has been able to
touch them, and it sends a shiver down her spine to be reminded of their
penetrating presence, reawakening feelings of fearful submission and childlike
dependence.
“Come
along, Alison…” Fiona demands, tugging slightly on the leash, drawing a little
squeak from her captive and sending a jolt of pain through the girl’s skewered
clit, which hardens and rises involuntarily in response… “
It’s time for your morning eye-opener.” Quickly, the enslaved young miss
rises from the commode, flushing it and following docily behind as her mistress
leads her by the leash back into the bedroom for her injections. Where will she
get it this time? In the tits? In
her pussy? Up the ass? The cute blonde shudders
in apprehension, but still looks forward to the relief and soothing sensual
rush that she knows the needles will bring. Whatever has been planned for her
is going to happen anyway… at least the drugs will help her to bear it, perhaps
even find pleasure in it…
Fiona
leads Alison back to her frilly four-poster bed, ordering the blonde to lie
down on her back and unclipping the leash from the ring at the top of her
girlish shaved slit. “Are you gonna hold still for this or do I have to
restrain you?” the brunette asks as she reaches over to take up the first of
the syringes she has filled. Alison lies there squirming in mounting anxiety as
she eyes the gleaming hypodermic… “You… You better tie me, Mistress…” the
Innocent-faced young woman admits, voluntarily holding her hands up over her
head for Fiona to fasten them to the ring in the headboard. “It’s just easier
that way, if I’m, you know, helpless… I’m not sure if I could control myself,
otherwise.” Fiona smirks to herself, pleased with her little trainee’s fawning
and submissive cooperation. So she needs to be tied and she knows it. That’s
cute… real cute. Should make a poignant moment on the video.
Putting
down the syringe for the moment, the brunette reaches over into the chest of
bondage gear for some black leather ankle cuffs, buckling them tightly around
Alison’s slender bare legs. She fastens the girl’s crossed wrists to the center
of the headboard, pulling her body down on the bed so that they are stretched
tightly above her. Then she takes first one ankle and then the other, bending
the breathless blonde’s knees back on either side and opening her legs to
fasten the girl’s ankles by
chains to the posts at the upper corners of the bed, pulling her
roommate’s hairless and ringed crotch open wide and forcing her weight back
onto the small of her back so that her hips are raised as if for fucking. Once
more, Alison finds herself tied and helpless, flat on her back with her pussy
and asshole exposed, awaiting the probe of her Mistress’ penetrating needles.
She bites her lip and closes her eyes, whimpering slightly, knowing what’s coming.
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