One - ENSLAVED!
Angel hoped that her life would change on her eighteenth
birthday and it did, but not in the way she expected or wanted it to. A large
party had been planned and in the late afternoon she laid out a new scarlet
halter-neck dress that would expose her shoulders and arms and had a deep
neckline. It was on the bed beside the
matching satin thong knickers, suspender belt with black stockings and scarlet
stiletto-heeled shoes with ankle straps. Steve and Angel had planned to
announce their engagement during the celebrations and she had promised that
after the party she would surrender her virginity to him.
It was time for some luxurious pampering to get
ready. She slipped off her dressing-gown
in the bathroom and shaved her legs to a delicious smoothness. They were long and shapely and she looked
good in mini-skirt or shorts. She shaved
her under arms, removed the hair from the sides of her labia and finally shaved
round her pubic hair until she had made it heart-shaped, thinking that would
make Steve happy.
She turned on the taps, poured in some bubble-bath and
went to the mirror whilst the bath filled.
She admitted to being rather narcissistic, though most men would admit
that she was truly beautiful. She
swayed, enjoying the movement of large firm breasts, pale with aureoles a full
three inches wide, topped with fine pink nipples, playing with them until they
were fully erect, standing almost an inch high.
She brushed her long auburn hair over them and turned to look down her
back and bottom, firm and boyish, turning back to admire the slender waist and
flat belly. She worked out at least twice a week at a local gym and played
tennis at weekends. It paid
dividends. She lifted her hair above her
head, looked into wide green eyes and thought ‘you lucky man, Steve, tonight
all this will be yours, with Angel’s love.’
Angela was her parents’ name for her; all her friends
called her Angel. She had enjoyed the company of men and, from the age of
fourteen, had been followed by a devoted crowd of admirers. She admitted to
herself that she took advantage of them, but when she met Steve, dark and tall
and muscular, all the others faded away.
He was dominant, but gentle and patient.
Angel often caught him wearing a secret smile, but he refused to say
what he was smiling about, no matter how much she nagged him.
The mirror had started to mist up, giving her image a
blurred romantic look, like certain photographers create to give a sense of
mystery. She traced a heart in the
condensation, drawing an arrow through the centre together with an A and
S. After tying her hair up, she got into
the bath and soaped herself, running her hands over breasts and shoulders,
bringing the nipples to erection again, stroking down the long, slender
neck. She cupped her breasts and lifted
them, pushing them together to create a nice cleavage, then stroked the rigid
tips with her thumbs, beginning to pant as her heart beat faster. After a few minutes she moved her hands down
her tummy to the sensitive intimacies of the sex lips and clitoris. Tonight Steve would give her so much
pleasure. As she thought that, she came
to a long, shuddering climax, then finished bathing.
That was the point at which it all went pear-shaped. As
she stood up in the bath, still covered with suds, a strong bare arm wrapped
itself around her waist and a large hand covered her mouth, stifling a cry of
shock and fear. She was in the arms of a
large, powerful man and all struggles were useless. But the shock was - how could this man appear
from a solid wall? His large booted feet
were in the water and, as he lifted her out of the bath, she saw a second man
emerging from a large square opening in her wall. It was surely a dream, a
vision – walls did not suddenly dissolve into spaces through which large men
could walk, walls were solid things, walls were indestructible. She struggled frantically, but was unable to
free herself from the man’s powerful grip.
The second man lifted her feet and she was carried into the
It wasn’t a dream. The men ripped off the bed covers,
throwing the party clothes on the floor and Angel was tossed face up on the
bed. Two more men came in, followed by a
beautiful naked Oriental girl who lay on the floor, on her stomach, arms
outstretched and legs widespread. The
third man forced a rubber ball into Angel’s mouth, tied it behind her neck and
then helped the first two to tie her hands and feet to the four corners of the
bed. The pillows were pushed under her
lower back, lifting her hips in invitation.
She was shocked, helpless, very scared and completely bemused. Where had
they come from? Who was the girl and why was she lying down in that manner?
The fourth man was better dressed than the others, but
not in a style Angel recognised. It seemed to her as though he had stepped out
of a Bible picture, all flowing robes and turban, despite the fact that he was
obviously European. His robe was made of
silk, or some synthetic material resembling silk, with gold thread running
richly through a purple design of butterflies.
The other three wore baggy pants and sleeveless, open black leather
waistcoats, like Turkish harem guards.
But these men were not eunuchs, as they rapidly proved by removing their
boots and pants and Revealing All in partial erection to her startled
gaze. She started to fight against her
bonds again, as it seemed obvious that rape was the next thing on the agenda,
but she had been well tied and could not get free.
She guessed that the wealthy looking man was the leader.
He drew a sheet of paper from his pocket and started to read from it in a
language she did not recognise. When he
finished, he produced a pen and leaned on her dressing table to sign it. Two of
the other men also signed. The leader
then held up a steel collar and locked it around Angel’s neck: it fitted
snugly. Then he drew a design like an
inverted Y, in what looked like wax on her belly, just below the navel. The leader smiled sardonically at her
ineffectual struggles and waved a hand in invitation to the three almost nude,
very well-endowed men. One was holding a
wooden cup out of which came a pair of dice onto her bare stomach. They were
gambling for her! She was torn between
outrage and sheer terror, feeling tears spring to her eyes and a desperate
longing for Steve to charge in and throw these intruders out. Who were these men, anyway? How had they got into her room so easily?
One man shouted in jubilation, he seemed to have won
first place. Without finesse he climbed
on top of Angel and thrust two thick fingers into her sex. A large ring on his
third finger rubbed against her sphincter as his thumb sought out the clitoris
and rubbed it. Although she mentally
hated this treatment, she had recently aroused herself and after a few minutes
of manipulation her body betrayed her.
He gave a cry of elation as he felt his fingers go wet and immediately
replaced them with his erect manhood, easing it in slowly at first and then
suddenly thrusting in. With a sob Angel
felt her hymen tear and screamed her pain and disgust through the gag but only
a groan escaped. He thrust vigorously in
and out, handling her tender breasts roughly, squeezing and twisting them to
make her groan again, to his apparent delight.
His thrusts got faster and faster until he came, flooding her with his
Angel was in total despair. Her virginity, which she had
promised to the man she loved, was gone, stolen violently by a stranger in her
own bed. She was tied down, sex lifted invitingly and there were three other
men looking on, waiting their turn. As
soon as the first man got off, using her hair to clean himself, the second man
mounted. He wasted no time with foreplay
and was inside in seconds, pounding away for less than a minute before
coming. The third man took his time,
moving slowly in and out, handling every part of her body, stroking and
pinching and probing, even pushing a finger into her bottom, to her shame. The audience laughed when they saw her blush
at this cruel intrusion.
Fear, pain, disgust and the strange feeling that this was
not really happening, that it really was all a terrible nightmare from which
she would suddenly wake, probably in cold bath water, fought for precedence in
her overloaded mind. The thought kept coming up that if she could only speak to
them, the spell would be broken, but so far they had not said a single word she
understood, or even recognised as being part of any known language on Earth.
Eventually she started to respond to his expert handling,
moving to his rhythm and was close to a climax when he came and roughly pulled
himself out, both hurting and denying her pleasure. She lay on her bed, gasping, the men looking
down on a naked, sweat-covered body. Her
shoulders were aching with her arms being tied above her head, her jaw ached
from the cruel ball gag, her sex burned with the savage invasion it had
endured. And there was still one man
Angel thankfully realised that the richly dressed man
seemed uninterested in her body. He
barked an order in the same strange language. The Oriental girl jumped to her
feet and started looking round the room.
She quickly found what she wanted, a large suitcase kept on top of the
wardrobe. She opened the wardrobe and
took out Angel’s favourite clothes. As
she packed the suitcase the men laughed and joked across the bed and the nude
Eventually they released the bonds and gag. Two of the men hoisted her up onto their
shoulders and carried her into the bathroom.
The square opening in the wall beyond the bath was still there and it
seemed that they were going to carry her through it. Angel decided she wasn’t going without a
struggle and kicked out. They quelled
the small revolt by the simple expedient of dunking her head under the bath
water. She came up spluttering and
breathless. They lowered her back under the water a second time, for a longer
period. When they brought her up the
second time she was choking and broken and allowed herself to be carried into a
small, dimly lit room beyond the portal.
The men placed her on the floor, on her belly, her head near the portal,
pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed them there. Angel saw the Oriental girl walk into the
bathroom and hand the suitcase to one of the men. She then drained the bathtub, cleaned it and
mopped the floor dry with a towel. She
passed the towel to the men, returned to the bedroom and brought back the bed
sheets which were stained with virginal blood.
She returned to the bedroom and could be heard opening
the chest of drawers, no doubt taking out clean sheets to make the bed. In a very short time the girl climbed into
the portal and knelt at the feet of the leader, knees apart, wrists crossed
behind her back. She kept her spine
straight and bowed her head submissively.
Then everyone waited, the men making quiet conversation in that strange,
slightly guttural language. After about
ten minutes the doorbell rang: Angel knew it would be Steve, calling to take
her to the party. One of the men lifted
her head up by her hair so she could see the spotless bathroom and very tidy
The leader suddenly spoke to her in English, startling
her. “Take your last look at your former world, slave!”
That simple sentence, the first one addressed to her
since she had been seized, filled her with dread. Her head was held up until the doorbell rang
for the third time, then the portal closed and her head was dropped. Her mind was so filled with fear that she
could not think how she could get free from her captors.
It would not be long before she discovered that escape
There was a tapping sound, like a computer keyboard and
within moments the portal re-opened.
Angel was lifted out, not into her bathroom but into a large, white
“This is your new world, slave,” said the leader.
“I don’t understand,” she protested, fiery despite her
terrifying experiences so far. “There’s no slavery these days, you will never
get away with this! And I’m not a
He frowned at her and she cowered back, really afraid of
the burning stare.
“Let me explain things to you, Earth person. You have been a slave since your enslavement
papers were signed and the slave collar was locked on your pretty little neck. You were conveyed here by a time machine to a
period called the Lower Palaeozoic, just before life started to drag itself out
of the sea. The land was a total desert
when I first came here and it took over seven hundred years of hard toil to
establish the Earth to a state where it is self-sustaining. Even today there are vast areas of the land
which are desert. Slave-girls have been
brought here for almost a thousand years, to do the work and serve the Masters
with their pretty bodies. In a few
minutes you will receive your injections which will render you immortal, then
you will be broken to slavery and then trained to your Master’s
requirements. Yes, you already have a
Master, but he has decided to keep his identity from you for the time being.
“We only take teenagers between the ages of sixteen and
nineteen, while their skin is still pure and soft. We can halt their ageing straight away, or
allow them to grow a little older, but not beyond their nineteenth birthdays. Once their ageing has been stopped, they will
remain young and beautiful forever. As a
slave you will be trained to obey and give pleasure to your Masters and
Mistresses and if you are not found pleasing you will be punished severely and
put to harder, less pleasant tasks, toiling in the fields or down the mines.”
She was almost incapable of absorbing the words. How many
women had this organisation enslaved?
She had a good imagination, but found the idea of a time machine
difficult to comprehend and the idea of modern white slavery even harder to
take on board.
“You will never break me to slavery!”
“You little fool, do you not think we know our business?”
He spoke to his men who grabbed hold of her, dragged her
into a side room and tied her over a trestle.
A man in a white coat placed a metal tray where she could see the
contents, six large hypodermic syringes.
Angel fought the bonds, again with no success; the men knew how to tie
girls down. She screamed and shouted as
slowly and painfully the contents of the syringes was injected into her cheeks,
three on each side. She was then left in
darkness, still tied to the trestle for what seemed like a long time.
When the men returned Angel was feeling very ill and was
sweating profusely. The feeling of illness and sickness had overtaken the fears
for the future, the longing for the past. All she was aware of was the burning
fever, no doubt caused by the injections.
Which one of those had been a mind-altering drug, she vaguely wondered
as she was put in a cold bath. Ice was added at intervals to cool her
body. Under normal circumstances she
would have suffered hypothermia, now she was so hot she actually melted the