I never woke when the sleep gas filled the building. When I did I was wearing a shock collar and restraints. That did not stop me from breaking the legs of two men and killing a third. It was only the shock collar that stopped me and even then the slaver knew he could never trust me.My name is Daniel Fox and my father was a powerful merchant and he had enemies. My kidnaping and enslavement was meant to break him. They must not have known him well, I did and knew he would begin to hunt those that had done this. For the three week trip I was kept in a cage naked and whipped several times a day.They used a neural disrupted and took vids to send to my father. By the time I was shoved out onto the stage in a port market I was bruised and battered. I wore ankle restraints and my wrists were locked in a restraint bar. The world was rogue and the men and women thieves and worse. I looked at the people through swollen eyes as the slave master started the bidding.The people laughed and joked

I live for my senses.Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person. Not one who is moody, but one who enjoys having my senses stimulated.Especially touch and sound.Harsh touches and cracking sounds.Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a kid I'd dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.I was captured by Indians and tortured.A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and hours of sex.I'd be transported back in history and get abducted by a ship load of pirates that knew how to treat a captive.I'd dream of a future husband being a very demanding man who knew how to keep his wife in line with ropes, whips and cock.And what became of these

The short, golden chain tickled my spine and goose bumps paraded up and down my entire body. The next instance his warm hand was pressing into my shoulder blades and I was being forced over the back of the suede chair.I had never thought much about leather before, but as my stomach, chest and face came into contact with the soft, subtle suede I knew that I was addicted to having leather in my life."It's your first time, isn't it," came Jason's voice behind me as his hand reached out and touched my quivering ass, atop the back of the chair.I almost jumped at his touch as I managed to get out a shaky, "Yes," as his hand explored my pleading flesh.Would he whip me? Or just spank my ass? Whip, spank, ahh, such dreams. Dreams that would soon become reality.How would I react to the pain?I had dreamed of it often, but had never participated in the actual administration thereof. Would I take it in stride? Or would I whimper and scream?I truly didn't know.But I did know that I would ne

My whole tit shook back and forth on my arched chest. My nipple felt like a thousand bees had just stung it. Were still stinging it. The pain filled not only the nipple, but all of me. From head to toe. And it found a welcoming center in my clit. And I was off and running again."YYyeesssss aaaaaaaaaaahh yeeesssss."Another black blur was coming at me. This time to land on my right nipple.It didn't matter. I just came harder with both tits filled with soaring pain. A streak of black stayed in front of my tits. Back and forth it went from one to the other. A high speed film couldn't have recorded it slamming into me. But I didn't care about filming. I was too consumed with coming.Again my body betrayed me as I flopped back on the bed and the black blur went away."A nice beginning, Kate. Now slide up the bed and open your pussy for my cock."That I could do.Well, I thought I could, but the slippery satin had other ideas until finally I did an ungraceful crab walk as he followed me u

"They really have this stuff in stores where you can see it? And try it on for size and all?""Sure, if you know where to go.""And do you? Know where to go, that is?""I'm sure I could manage it, why?""How's your plastic holding up?""No complaints. Why, want to see how much you can charge on them?""Well, the thought had crossed my mind. You don't really mind, do you? I mean... well we'll both benefit from it.""I don't mind at all Kate. You want to go on a shopping spree, we'll go on a shopping spree. How's this weekend sound?""Great! Know any places where we can ahh you know, try them on for size and all?""I know just the place."And he did. God, did he ever.We left right after our last classes on Friday and flew into the big apple by late afternoon, to see all the business types flooding the subway, trains and streets as we leisurely made our way to the place Jason knew about.It was the pits.I mean this place actually had dust balls in the corners, cobwebs on the walls and