Charles Richmond

Sold into slavery

CHAPTER ONE

Slowly, Susan Gorman opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry, and she blinked as a foggy haze began turning into light and her eyes focused on a dim light bulb hanging high up in the center of the ceiling.

"Ah, my pretty one wakes up." The voice came from somewhere in the room.

She pulled at her arms, which were pulled up above her head. She felt something tighten and pull at her wrists and turned her head to see her wrists shackled to the steel bedposts.

"What? Where?" she gasped as her head slowly began clearing.

She heard a movement in the corner of the room and turned her head toward the noise just as the voice spoke again.

"Glad to see you're coming around. I was beginning to think Dave had given you a little too much in your drink at the party last night."

She remembered the party and the blond man she had thought was so good-looking. She remembered him sitting down beside her and how flattered she had been when he had told her how beautiful she was. She remembered bits and pieces of the conversation and how much she had liked him, and when he had asked her to come out to his boat for a drink, she had said yes without hesitating.

Then they had made love, and his hands had gently caressed her full firm tits and pinched her nipples into hard nubbins of solid flesh just before his lips surrounded one and then the other, his tongue flicking across them, making her stomach flutter. He had done everything she had wanted, bringing her to climax after climax before spilling his jism deep up into her cunt.

Susan turned her head and looked up at the man standing near her. His eyes roamed up and down her body, and it was then that she realized she only had on her panties and bra. She looked back up at the man and screamed, "Where am I? Why am I chained to this filthy bed? Who are you? Where are my clothes?"

"Tut-tut, my beautiful young lady. One question at a time, please," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.