SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"This is a new slave, Martha. A present for Lucy. I'll let Lucy give her a name. Take her to the doctor and have the doctor call me," Janet instructed.

Martha bent down and lifted me lightly in her muscled

arms..

"This is Mistress Martha, slave. She will be in charge of some of your training." Janet announced.

Martha carried me out of the door that had been near my head, up two staircases, and down a hallway.

We entered a small office set up like a doctor's examining room. There was an examining table in the center of the room and cabinets along the walls. Seated at a small desk on one side of the room was a short, grey haired woman in a white smock.

"Call Janet, Doctor," Martha urged, setting me on the examining table.

The doctor looked at me strangely, then picked up a phone, dialed one number and listened. She looked at me suddenly and began to smile. Her smile became a grin, then she hung up the phone and got up from the desk.

"So we have a new slave-girl, do we?" she said. "Untie her and remove all her clothes."

Martha cut the rope that bound my wrists and ankles, undressed me quickly, and left me sitting on the table feeling naked and embarrassed.

The woman in the white coat had busied herself at one of the cabinets, and turned to me with a hypodermic needle in her hands.

"I am Dr. Omar," she explained. "You will hold still for some shots."

Dr. Omar gave me eight shots, one in each bicep of my arms., in each hip, in each cheek of my ass and under each of the nipples on my chest.

"You will receive these shots on a regular basis," Dr. Omar explained. "They will help your skin to soften and al-

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