SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

We entered a sumptuous living room that had thick plush oriental rugs on the floor and was furnished in expensive teak and cherry wood furniture. An Arab man was sitting on the sofa and he rose as we entered the room.

"Mr. Abdul, I want you to meet our slave-girl, Helen," Suzy announced.

I curtsied.

"She is truly beautiful," said Mr. Abdul as he looked at me and smiled. "All that you claimed about her is true. Turn around for me, slowly, Helen."

I turned slowly around, my conditioning wanting to please him for he was a man. He took me into his arms. while my back was to him and ran his hands over my tummy and hips, then he grabbed both my tits and lightly squeezed them.

Suddenly I remembered him. This was the man who had fondled me in the RV on the night I was taken as a slave!

"Cross your wrists behind your back, Helen," he ordered.

He tied my wrists together behind my back with a silk ribbon, then he knelt and tied my ankles together with another ribbon. Annie came over to me with a syringe in her hand.

"Hold still for this shot, Honey," she said.

"What is it, Mistress?" I was nervous about the way everyone was acting.

"Are you questioning me, slave?" Annie demanded.

"No, Mistress," I said, bowing my head in shame for having spoken without permission.

The needle went into my arm and soon I felt too weak to stand up. Annie and Suzy lifted me and lay me on the sofa as Mr. Abdul left the room. I could feel myself growing weaker as Suzy leaned over me.

"Just let your muscles relax, Helen, Honey. It's the same immobilizing drug we used when we first enslaved you."

"We said that we would let you go when we had accomplished our goals for you," said Annie. "Well, there's a mar-

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