Alicia's Enslavement

Alicia's Enslavement Chapter 3

Alicia was sitting on her bed thinking. She hardly ever got the chance to be alone anymore. She had to share a room with both of her sisters, now that they lived in a two bedroom house, as opposed to the four bedrooms they used to have. She liked the privacy of having her own room. She missed that.

She was thinking about where she would be in about two more weeks, if her dad didn't come up with a way to hold off the man who wanted to make her a sex slave.

Mr. Charlemagne.

She found herself having romantic ideas about him, how he kissed, what his hands would feel like, if he was mean or kind.

She knew about sex, she thought. She had seen a porno movie, at Jenny's house, before the move. She had no doubts that he'd want to have sex with her. All the boys that she had known, had wanted to have sex with her. Jeff Richards, her current boyfriend, wanted to have sex, but he was waiting for her to be "ready", before he started making advances, like all the others. She had held them off, by sheer force of will. Now she almost welcomed the upcoming opportunity.

She knew that it was going to hurt, at first. All of her friends, that had had sex, had told her that. Then they said that it started to feel good, provided the person didn't finish too quickly, and if they took their time making her wet beforehand.

She had been highly aroused a couple of times, she liked that tingly feeling, and she also masturbated. So she liked orgasming. Not so much now, but before the move. It was hard to say no, to the boys that had aroused her, but with him, she wouldn't have that option. That was what it meant to be a slave, wasn't it? Especially a sex slave. She wouldn't have the option of saying no.

Most people would just write him off as some pervert, but Alicia knew different. There was so much that passed between them, when their eyes met, that first time, that she knew better. He would literally own her, body and soul.

As she thought about being a slave, she started to get horny. Her entire family was at the mall and she didn't want to go, so she had the whole house to herself. It had been a long time since she was able to masturbate. She started feeling her breasts, through her dress and bra. The dress she was wearing, A red one with a flower on one side, had started to get small, but she liked the way it hung on her body. She rubbed all down the sides of her dress, to her thighs. She continued rubbing and her dress rose with her fingers. She brought her thumbs to the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, over her legs and off.  She let her fingers slip through her red pubic hair and find her slit. She traced the outline of her entire slit, before slipping a finger inside. She imagined his face, as he told her what to do, as she played with her clit. She imagined that he had told her to suck his cock, as she fingered her clit faster and faster, as she moaned and writhed on her bed. She could feel her orgasm building almost to the point of no return. She could almost hear his voice, and he told her to cum for him. She climaxed in a rush of good feelings and wetness, for what seemed like ages, before she calmed down and lay still.

Alicia slowly got up off her bed and donned her panties, then she heard the family return from the mall. Just in time too, she thought, as she didn't want to have to try to explain masturbating in her room to them.

She came out of her and her sisters's room to see what all they had bought at the mall. Her sister Amy had a new microscope. One of those really high priced models. Amelia had some gymnastic equipment and they all had clothes. They had even bought her some new clothes. Some dresses and jeans. What was really great, was the gold locket that her mother gave her. It was heart shaped and had tiny flowers all over the outside and opened up to reveal a tiny picture of the whole family, from a couple of years ago, when they had took that family portrait. She wondered how they had made the picture so small.

Things almost seemed normal at the Jones residence for the rest of the day. Their mom cooked a wonderful dinner, and they all sat at the table and ate together, talking excitedly. All except Alicia. She spoke to her family, at dinner, but she was a little subdued. If anyone cared to notice, she was acting a little out of sorts.

She was quiet and introspective, where once she was an extrovert. She hadn't talked to Jeff in days and didn't want to.

She also had taken to daydreaming when in school, when she was supposed to be paying attention to her studies. Her grades had started to slip.

She was daydreaming now and didn't hear her father talking about the big poker game at the new casino tomorrow night.

"It's a good plan to make enough money, so that we don't need to accept money from Mr Charlemagne and he won't bother us anymore." Carl said, as Alicia started to pay attention again.

The family started talking in that vein and Alicia lapsed back into daydreaming. She was thinking what it would be like to have to have sex with more than one person. She imagined that Randolph, that is what she now called him in her mind, gave her to his assistant and a few others. She was starting to get turned on, thinking about sex with multiple partners. Her breathing deepened and she was getting flushed. She had turned a shade of pink and her nipples were hard and aching.

"I have to get myself together" she thought. "I am stating to enjoy this a little to much. It's not healthy" But she couldn't lie to herself, the thought of belonging to him appealed to her.

She had started to romanticize being a slave to someone in general and him in particular. She decided to look up sex slave on the Internet, when no one was around. She didn't know when she would get the chance, but she was now very curious about what went on in a relationship where one is owned by another.

Her chance came sooner than she expected, when her sister Amelia suggested that they all go back to the mall to see a movie. She begged off, using the excuse that she want interested in that particular movie, because her and Jeff had seen it already.

The family left, for the mall again, and Alicia was at home with the family computer. She logged on and went to yahoo then typed sex slave in the search box. She saw numerous sites that claimed to know about sex slaves and sex slaves bought and sold in Afghanistan and how many children in America that are sold as sex slaves. But none of them told her what it meant to be a sex slave. What constituted sexual slavery. Until she saw one that said Urban dictionary.

It explained that "a sex slave is a woman or a man that assumes a subordinate manner/position and performs sexual acts for the dominate male or female partner. Can tie in D/s where the person can do these acts freely or become collared, i.e. owned. This role can be voluntary or forced in some situations.

She continued to search all over the Internet until she found a site with stories on BDSM and sexual slavery. She read some of the shorter stories and found that they aroused her and printed out some of the longer ones to read later.

There was even a pop-up part of the site that showed various practices of BDSM and she watched some of the videos. She saw women being tied up, their tits clamped with weights hung from them, forced to orgasm whipped and flogged, and even pissed on.

She was turned on something fierce, she had never been that aroused. She masturbated again, right at the computer, as she watched some of the women being tied and fucked. She imagined herself in some of those positions, with Him doing those things to her. She came harder than she ever did before, with the images playing in front of her. She hadn't even removed her panties, they were soaking wet, by the time she was through.

She straightened her clothes, logged off the computer, and went to her room to change her panties. She didn't know what had come over her. She had never came that hard before. Was it the threat of getting caught masturbating that made it so thrilling, or was it the fact that she would most likely be treated like some of the women in those videos and stories?

Alicia found herself wishing that he would just come and get her, to get it over with. The waiting was driving her crazy. She now had a romantic notion that he was coming to rescue her from a boring life. He WAS rich, he had enough money to take her anywhere, and do anything with. To add excitement to her otherwise drab existence.

The next day.

The poker room was huge! Fifty tables, each able to seat ten players, plus a dealer, was spread out in a room the size of a medium auditorium. There was a podium set up at the right side of the door, to announce winners at each of the tables. When one person won all of the money from one table, they were moved to an empty table until all those seats were taken and, game play resumed. It was like a giant poker tournament. In reality, that is exactly what it was. All except a proviso that one could buy his way into the tournament at any stage of the game with a million dollars.

One million dollars to buy your way in, was only the beginning, you still had to have enough money to play. After the first three rounds of game play the stakes were very high. You had to have over two million to play at all, and the stakes were getting higher all the time.

Carl Jones had made it through eleven rounds of play, and had amassed a considerable sum of money. He had over five million dollars in chips sitting in front of him. He was a very good poker player, and had gained the respect of alot of players and dealers alike. Some players only grudgingly, but all respected him.

They were down to two tables of game play, when a new player was introduced. He played at the opposing table from Carl Jones, but his entrance gained immediate notoriety. It was none other than Randolph Charlemagne himself. The reason for all the hubbub, Carl found out, was that he owned a large portion of the casino itself.

Game play resumed and Carl continued to win. As did Randolph Charlemagne.

They both won the overall game, at their prospective tables, and the championship game was against each other. After a brief break, they sat down to play for it all. Each had mountains of chips in front of them.

They played well into the night and then the next day, neither one gaining the upper hand until Carl got a hand that he though couldn't lose. He made a four million dollar bet, and hoped to win it all and then help his family get away from here. To keep from having to sell his oldest daughter into sexual slavery. His bet was called and raised. He called and raised. Back and forth it went, until they were "all in". Then the dealer announced that their cards had to be shown.

Carl dropped his cards and showed a straight flush, Queen high, in hearts. Thinking he had won, because Randolph Charlemagne looked like he didn't have the cards to beat him, Carl reached for the pot. "Ahem" Randolph cleared his throat. Then he laid down his cards. A Royal flush, Ace high, in spades.

Carl's heart almost stopped. He had made and lost all the money he had won, all the money he had gotten from Mr Charlemagne, all his hopes of not having to sell his baby. All gone on one hand of poker. He felt like he was going to die. He felt physical pains in his chest.

Then Mr Charlemagne spoke, "You didn't think I was going to allow you to keep her from me that easily, did you?" With that he turned and told the dealer, "Take care of my winnings."

Then he got up from the table and walked out.

All Carl could do was watch as he left. He had failed. All his hopes of saving his daughter vanished, like smoke, before his eyes.

He then picked himself up and made his way to the exit. He had to go home and tell his family that he had failed. Again.