SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

lets that dangled from the front by two very short gold chains. Mr. Abdul untied my wrists from behind my back and fastened the two gold bracelets around them. I found I could move my hands, but only a little. He fastened a gold collar around my neck that had a gold leash hanging from it. Then he bent down and untied the ribbons that bound my ankles.

"Come, slave," he said.

He took up the gold leash and led me out of the cell and down the hallway.

We went through several doors, then into a small room. Then the door was closed.

"Now, you will be sold, pretty slave," said Mr. Abdul.. "This is an annual sale and in the room outside that door there are very rich people from all over the world who have the means to buy a slave and a place where they can keep their slave safely hidden from the rest of the world. You will be trained by your new owner to please him or her, and you must do your best to be a good and willing slave-girl, Helen, for bad slaves are often punished very severely, and very disobedient slaves are killed and disposed of!"

We sat in the small room for perhaps twenty more minutes and I thought over the things Mr. Abdul had told me. I was in a state of shock and the world had an unreal feeling for me when the door opened again and the Chinese woman beckoned to Mr. Abdul.

Mr. Abdul rose and led me into a very dim room that had a small, brightly lit stage in the center. I was aware of the other people in the room and I knew that they were discussing me in the many languages that I heard being spoken.

Mr. Abdul led me up onto the stage and fastened my leash to a chain that hung down from the ceiling, then he left me standing there under the bright lights.

A voice began talking in Chinese and went on for three or four minutes. Then, a voice speaking Arabic went on for about the same amount of time, then another voice speaking French, and finally, a voice spoke in English.

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