Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves[1]
Keywords:  Mf/Ff/NC/S&M/Bondage/Teen
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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   In this adventure story, two American high school girls are
kidnapped while travelling in Europe. A cruel German countess takes
them to her castle to train them as sex slaves. Meanwhile, a tough
American detective searches for, and attempts to free them.

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                          Part One

    Devon consulted the guide book again, but couldn't find
anything that described the giant dilapidated building across the
street. Oh well, she thought. Just because it's old, doesn't mean
it's important. She looked around her, then frowned in irritation,
her brow furrowing above her steel-rimmed aviator glasses.

   She turned her head from side to side, sighing in exasperation
and shaking her head. Why she had been partnered with Amber Collins
was beyond her understanding. Well, no, actually she understood it
perfectly. Mr. Simms was hoping she'd keep the little idiot out of
trouble, or at least, keep her from getting lost.

   She walked back along the street, glancing into the store
windows she passed. Amber was about as far from her idea of good
company as she could imagine. The girl cared nothing for culture or
history, spending all her time ogling boys and men and waving her
barely covered behind in their faces.

   She spotted her just then, the long brown hair almost covering
her face from this angle, as she leaned over a low fence and talked
with a man seated at an outdoor cafe. Her bright orange mini-skirt
pulled up as she bent over, giving the passing men and motorists a
glimpse of her small black panties.

   Devon pursed her lips in disgust and marched across the street
to her. She could hear Amber's high pitched giggle long before she
came near. Amber was trying to talk with the man, who apparently
didn't speak english. She was trying to make up for that by talking
louder and slower.

   "Amber!" she snapped.

   Amber turned around, her wide, bright blue eyes blinking
uncertainly. Then a wide smile came over her face.

   "Devon! I'm so glad you're hear. Can you tell me what he's
saying?"

   "Ignore her. She's an imbecile." Devon said to the man, pulling
Amber away by the arm.

   "But Devooooon!" Amber whined.

   "We're supposed to be at the hotel by noon."

   "Oh, poooh." she whined, her pretty, round frowning, her lower
lip coming out in a pout.

   Devon led her along, ignoring the appreciative stares of the men
they passed.

   Amber liked to display herself, and she had a lot to display.
Her long legs and the tiny mini attracted the attention of everyone
behind her. Her large, round breasts, only slightly clad in the
thin silk tank top bounced as she moved.

   Devon thought she could actually see men's eyes bobbing up and
down as they followed their movements. The girl's big nipples
pressed firmly through the fabric and her smooth belly and little
button peaked out from beneath the short shirt.

   Amber was a walking wet dream, and knew it. Devon could hardly
begrudge the girl the body she possessed, nor blame her for the
drooling imbeciles who fawned over her. She did wish the brunette
would display a little less pride of ownership though.

   The girl was almost a cliche, a big breasted nympho with few, if
any brains. Devon was just glad she wasn't a blonde, like Devon
was. It was hard enough being taken seriously as a woman,
especially a blonde woman, without having someone like Amber around
to confirm men's idiotic fantasies. Devon might not posess that
body, but she wouldn't trade with Amber if it meant lowering her IQ
a hundred points to Amber's level.

   She herself was dressed with considerably more decency and
modesty, wearing a pair of loose black pants, a white shirt and a
green vest. They made a very odd couple walking down the street.
Devon's straight backed, confident stride, alongside the small
brunette's swinging sashay.

   There was a whistle from off to their left and Amber's eyes lit
up as she peeked over Devon's body to find the source. She giggled,
her boobs bouncing up and down. Devon growled low in her throat and
pulled the girl along.

   "Will you come on!" she snapped, jerking the girl forward. Amber
sighed in disappointment, her eyes blinking sadly as she looked at
Devon. Devon shook her head again, feeling like she was beating a
puppy. Maybe you are jealous, she thought.

   It wasn't that she was ugly. She was, even in her own cautious
opinion, rather pretty. Her hair, a very light blonde, was shoulder
length and almost straight, parted on the left. She had a slim oval
face, with a small mouth and light green eyes. One of her
boyfriends had described them as intensely sensual. She'd been
flattered, even though she knew it was a line.

   Her body was like her face, slim, but well made and healthy. It
was rounded in all the right places, though not so much as Amber's.
Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small. In fact,
though only a thirty-four-C, she could look somewhat busty if she
wanted, on account of her thin frame.

   She glanced down at Amber's fat rounded melons and couldn't help
grin. No, she wouldn't trade for that body, no matter how
attractive men found it. How did the girl walk around without
falling forward? Her own breasts were more than adequate.

   Amber looked up at her, her lower lip still stuck out. It was
hard to stay mad at Amber. The girl was not a bad sort really. Far
from it. She was one of life's true innocents. Devon had never
heard her say a bad thing about anyone. When someone yelled at her,
she simply pouted, her eyes downcast. When insulted, if she
realized she'd been insulted, she didn't respond.

   There wasn't much that made her angry, other than people telling
"fibs" or being cruel to animals or children. She really was a nice
person, though not too bright. The fact that she slept with anyone
who asked her was more as a result of her generous spirit than any
obsession with sex.

   "Are you mad at me, Devon?"

   "No, Amber. I'm not mad at you." Devon groaned.

   "You look mad."

   "I'm not, okay?"

   "Okay." The girl instantly brightened up. How she was gong to
survive life was beyond Devon. Then Amber inhaled deeply and she
laughed to herself.

   "What's funny?"

   "Nothing."

   She could put up with Amber for a little while. This was her
senior year. Next year she was off to U.C.L.A., and she was sure
there wouldn't be anyone quite like Amber there. Sluts would be
around of course, but none with her almost childlike innocence.

   They arrived back at the old hotel in time and went up to their
room to change. Devon didn't really need to change, but the hotel
was a high class one and Mr. Simms had advised Amber to wear more
discrete clothes to dinners.

   Once in their room, Amber pulled her shirt up and tossed it on
her bed, then unsnapped her big bra and slid her skirt off. She
bent over, taking her black panties with her hands and stood up
naked, totally unconscious of it, or of Devon's presence.

   Amber was someone who had adapted easily to Europe's rather
blase attitude to nudity at the beaches. She was never embarrassed
about anything, so why should she be embarrassed about her body?
She hurried across the room to the closet, her breasts jiggling up
and down as Devon watched, arms folded.

   "What should I wear?" she asked.

   "Anything that covers you up, Amber, and hurry up." Amber
sighed, searching through the closet and finally pulling down a
dress that extended almost to her knees. It was the most modest
thing she had. She started to pull it on.

   "Your bra, Amber." Devon sighed.

   "Oh, yeah." The girl giggled. She moved over to the dresser, her
large brown nipples hardening in the cool, air-conditioned air. She
bent over to fetch out a new pair of panties and a bra, giving a
disinterested Devon a sight of her meaty round buttocks and the
thin fringe of brown hair between her legs.

   On their first night together in the room, Amber had suggested
pushing the beds together.

   "Why?" Devon had asked, confused.

   "So we can sleep together, silly." The girl had smiled.

   "Huh?"

   "Don't you want to have sex?"

   "Nooooo!" she had gaped.

   "Oh?" Amber seemed surprised. "Oh, well, Okay." she had shrugged
in disappointment and masturbated under the covers ever night
before going to sleep.

   Devon had come to realize then where her reputation had come
from. Amber simply liked people, and liked to be liked back.
Kissing and having sex was just a nicer way of expressing those
feelings to the girl, whether with girls or boys. She didn't
knowingly flirt, doing it entirely unconsciously.

   If you told Amber she should be more modest about people seeing
her body, or that she should restrict herself when it came to sex,
she would look back in total confusion and ask why. She saw nothing
at all wrong with sex. To her it was fun, not something to be done
secretly and keep hidden.

   Devon had almost been tempted, the first few nights that she had
heard Amber sighing and moaning with pleasure from the other bed.
She had never had a gay relationship before, and was somewhat
curious. Still, she'd barely waded into the sexual waters with men.
She didn't think she was ready to start experimenting with women,
especially not a blabbermouth like Amber.

   "Look over there."

   Freda looked up from the menu to see Franz staring across the
room. She turned her head and followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing
slightly as two young women entered the dining room. One was of
normal build, with a lovely oval face and bright blonde hair. The
other was a short, buxom brunette, who's face bore a bright and
foolish expression.

   "Americans?"

   "I'd bet on it." she replied.

   "What do you think?"

   "They would do nicely, especially the blonde."

   "I would have thought the brunette."

   "Because of her big chest? Oh, she would be popular, no doubt,
but the blonde, now there is something to be excited over. Look at
the way she walks, look at her eyes." The two watched the pair sit
at a table with a number of other young people

   "She is obviously bright, and looks it."

   "Because of the glasses." Franz sniffed.

   "No. There is intelligence in her face. She looks self
confident. Many of our... clients would enjoy beating that out of
her, seeing it as female arrogance."

   "Her body is good, athletic looking." Franz said.

   "Yes. Yes. I think those two would do very nicely indeed."

   "How do you want to proceed?" Franz queried.

   "You go for the brunette. I shall take little miss green eyes
myself."

   "There will be trouble if Americans go missing."

   "There is nothing to link us to them." she replied, cooly, her
eyes boring into him. He looked away. Freda had the eyes to make a
man shake and feel tremors on his spine. He had been working for
her for several years now, and still did not understand her. He
did, however, fear he, and her cruelties.

   As near adults, they had the evenings pretty much to themselves,
providing they returned to the hotel by eleven. Devon, Amber, and
two other girls found a nightclub and began dancing and partying
shortly after dinner.

   Devon was a little uncomfortable with it all, and was prodded by
Kelly and Susan several times to lighten up. She didn't like that
expression. She sipped carefully on her drink and looked at Amber,
dancing wildly on the dance floor.

   Now she, was lightened up plenty. The brunette was having a
great time, dancing with almost everyone in the place. Devon had
been more selective. Amber simply didn't seem to restrict herself
at all. She didn't seem to be able to recognize the obvious wolves
like the others did, but then, since she didn't care who she slept
with, Devon supposed it didn't matter.

   "All alone?" Devon looked across the table to find a tall, sleek
looking blonde woman of about thirty, smiling down at her.

   "Uh, no, I'm with friends." she nodded at the half full glasses
around the table.

   "But you have a spare chair. Would you mind if I joined you
briefly. My legs are tired and all the tables are full."

   "Sure." Devon shrugged, fighting to keep her voice steady.

   The woman was easily six feet tall, with a full, yet graceful
body. She had extremely short blonde hair, obviously dyed. Her face
was attractive, almost sculpted in it's Germanic lines. Her eyes
were strong and sharp, and made Devon feel nervous and awkward.

   "Thank you so much." The woman's accent was light, her english
very good.

   "My name is Freda." She offered her hand across the table.

   "Uh, I'm Devon."

   "How do you do?" Her voice was deep, and strong.

   Devon smiled and looked away.

   "You are American, no?"

   "Yes."

   "Ah. I thought as much. I can always tell. A word of warning, my
dear. Many of the men here are not interested in anything more than
an overnight dalliance."

   "Yes, I know."

   "Though, that does not seem to bother your young friend." She
looked over at Amber, cavorting with a tall, dark haired man ten
years her senior. The man's hand was firmly on Amber's behind as
they danced.

   "Amber's... well. She's okay." Devon shrugged.

   "Are you enjoying your visit to Germany?"

   "Yes. Very much."

   "Goot. We are very proud of out nation." She lit a cigarette and
drew in a deep breath, then blew a series of smoke rings to the
ceiling.

   Freda proved extremely friendly to all of them, making jokes and
listening with interest to everything they said. Amber was the only
one of the four that didn't feel awkward around the sophisticated
woman. Even the men that danced with her had a look of near awe on
their faces.

   Kelly and Sue left around ten, but Amber stayed on. She was
talking with Freda about Germanic history and finding herself
extremely interested in the woman's intelligent opinions and
information. She was reluctant to leave her and go back to the dull
hotel.

   As it turned out though, Freda was from out of town, and also
staying at the Reichouse. It was a terrific coincidence. Though,
actually, as she pointed out to Devon, the Reichouse was very close
to the nightclub, so it wasn't all that much of a coincidence.

   The three of them walked back together, Freda and Devon heatedly
discussing the migratory patterns of the early Germanic tribes,
while Amber played with her hair.

   They checked in with Simms, then went up to their room. Freda
then pointed out that she had a suite, and since they were in the
hotel, they didn't have to stay in their room. So they followed
Freda to her luxurious suite, where Devon and she continued their
discussion.

   Amber wandered around the place, then found the TV in the
bedroom and disappeared. The two blondes continued talking, the
conversation turning more to modern things, such as school, travel,
and boys. Like the other European girls she'd met, Freda was very
frank and open about sex, causing Devon to blush more than once
with her blunt language.

   Around twelve, Freda excused herself, and went down the hall to
the bathroom. Devon continued sipping on her drink. After several
minutes had passed, she began to wonder what the woman was doing.
It was after midnight and she and Amber had to be up fairly early.

   She waited several more minutes, fidgeting, then got up and
wandered down the hall. She found the bathroom empty, and frowned
in confusion. She knocked lightly on a door, then pushed it open.
It was a bedroom, and it too was empty.

   She moved across the little hall and knocked on another door,
then pushed it open. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Amber
spread out on the bed, completely naked. The brunette was moaning
and trembling and jerking her hips up into Freda's face as the
German woman slurped away at the Brunette's groin.

   Devon was rivetted in place, totally stunned by the sight. Freda
was naked as well, her body sleek and strong looking, muscles
rippling along her flank and arms as she knelt between Amber's
legs. Her large breasts hung beneath her, brushing the covers as
she worked on the little brunette.

   She apparently knew what she was doing. Amber was writhing on
the bed, her back arching, her big meaty breasts swollen with
excitement and pushed outward. Her body shuddered and trembled as
she came, moaning and grunting with pleasure.

   Freda slid up Amber's body, kissing her flesh tenderly. She
reached the brunette's boobs and started squeezing and suckling the
fat brown nipples, then moved higher. Her back was to the door and
Devon as she squatted above Amber's face.

   Amber's hands came up and cupped the firm round buttocks above
her as her face pressed upward into the blonde woman's crotch. Soon
Freda was sighing with pleasure and humping her crotch up and down
on Amber's face.

   It was an intensely erotic sight, the two of them silhouetted in
the weak light from the table lamp, their bodies shining with
perspiration as they moved together. Amber's legs were towards the
door, spread wide. Devon could see right into her pink furrowed
cunt, and see the wetness there.

   She pulled the door shut and hurried across the room, opening
the door to the hall and then storming down to the elevator and
back to her room. Her mind was in chaos. How could an intelligent,
sophisticated woman like Freda leave a conversation to go to the
bathroom, then wind up naked in bed with that brainless little
slut?

   What was wrong with the world? She flung her vest against the
wall, cursing at Amber as she stripped for bed. She cursed the
older woman as well, and Europeans and Germans in general. None of
them had any class at all, she thought angrily.

   She lay in bed, trying without success to sleep, and refusing to
touch herself despite the arousal between her legs. It was hours
later when an exhausted Amber finally staggered through the door
and all but collapsed on her bed.

   Amber simply didn't understand her hostility the next morning.

   "Why are you mad at me?" She asked, bewildered.

   "Oh, just forget it! You're such a stupid little whore, Amber!"

   "I am not!" the brunette cried, stamping her foot.

   "Is there anyone you won't go to bed with?"

   "Why shouldn't I have sex with Freda?" Devon stared at her in
frustration.

   "You could have too. She said you were very pretty."

   "I wouldn't want to!"

   "Well, you could have if you wanted to. She likes you."

   "I could care less."

   "I thought you liked her."

   "Well, I don't anymore."

   "I don't understand you, Devon." Amber sighed. "Just because she
had sex with me? You could have had sex with her, or me. I'll sleep
with you now if you want."

   "You're disgusting!"

   "Oh forget it!"

   "Anyway, it turns out that Freda lives in a castle."

   "Sure."

   "She does. She lives in a castle in Rolburghe, where we're going
next."

   "Wonderful."

   "She invited you and me to stay there."

   "Forget it. You go."

   "Ahhh. Don't be like that." Amber pouted.

   "Will you leave me alone. You can fuck whoever you want, but I
have higher standards!"

   They arrived in Rolburghe mid-morning and fanned out to see the
historic sites. For the first time, Amber wanted to see something,
an old cafe that dated back to the twelfth century. She claimed to
have heard of it from someone.

   Devon, over her anger, allowed herself to be led for once. They
sat down at a low table in the cafe, which was snug and colorful.
The waitress brought them soft drinks and Amber looked around
expectantly. "Well, hello. I'm glad you both got here." Devon
looked up to see Freda smiling at them. She sat down at their table
and brushed cheeks with Amber before smiling at Devon and holding
out her hand.

   Devon took it and shook unhappily.

   "You must allow me to show you around my little town."

   "Sure." Amber squeaked.

   "Uh, well..."

   "Oh, come now, Devon. Who knows it better than a native? I'll
bring you up to my castle. There are antiques there dating to the
tenth century, when it was the seat of government."

   "Really?" Devon found herself interested.

   "Oh yes." She leaned forward to whisper. "And no guards to keep
you from touching them." She smiled conspiratorially.

   "Neat." Amber said.

   "Well, I suppose it would be pretty... neat." Devon smiled. Who
was she to judge the sexual mores of a sophisticated woman like
Freda? After all, the woman hadn't come onto her, and even if she
had, well, she tolerated it in Amber. Freda was not at all like
Amber though, she reminded herself. The woman was almost predatory,
with the feline eyes of a hunting cat.

   They go the grand tour, sipping cokes as they wandered through
the stone walled rooms and corridors. Freda acted as tour guide,
pointing out the things of greater interest, including a sword that
had been used to cut off one of the former residents' head.

   Devon found her skin tingling strangely as they walked along.
Her stomach fluttered and she almost banged into walls several
times. She felt hot, despite the coolness in the castle, and opened
her shirt a button, fanning herself.

   She was finding it difficult to concentrate on what Freda was
saying, finding herself getting distracted by all manner of things,
from cobwebs to the heels of Freda's shoes.

   "Why don't you two stay with me while you're in town?" Freda
asked.

   "Oh, could we?" Amber clapped her hands in excitement.

   "Certainly. It would be my pleasure."

   "I don't know if Mr. Simms will let us though."

   "I will talk to Mr. Simms. He will agree. After all, it will
save him the hotel fare."

   "That's true."

   Devon didn't respond, being completely fascinated with a bug
crawling across the window. She and Amber were given large
adjoining rooms, both of which had immense four poster beds. She
was glad to fall into hers shortly after nightfall, being
exhausted.

   Amber slept in her flannel pyjamas as usual. They had been a
present from her mother, who had no idea that her daughter was
sexually active, let alone how active. Amber wore them unless it
was too hot, partly out of guilt for not telling her parents about
herself, and partly because she could press the fabric against her
cunny and bring herself off better.

   She was feeling a little muddled for some reason, but was not
surprised when Freda opened her door and walked in shortly after
she'd gone to bed. Freda was wearing a long nearly invisible
nightie as she walked up to the bed.

   "Would you like some company, dear?"

   "Oh sure." Amber smiled, opening the sheets to let the older
woman into bed. She missed the glint in the woman's eyes as the
blonde pulled her nightie up and off, then slowly, cat-like, got
into bed beside her.

   She settled in, laying down next to Amber on her side. She
quickly rolled over so she was half atop the smaller woman and
kissed her lightly on the lips. The brunette responded happily.
Freda's large hand cupped the brunette's right breast and squeezed.

   It was tighter than Amber liked, but she didn't complain. It
only hurt a little, and Freda seemed to like doing it. Their mouths
slid together, their tongues writhing within each other's mouths.
Freda was very firm, pressing down harshly, demandingly.

   Her hands squeezed and twisted Amber's bit, meaty breasts,
hurting the teenager's tender flesh. She rubbed her body down on
Amber, moving hungrily. Her right hand slipped between Amber's legs
and squeezed up on her pussy, drawing a gasp of pain from the small
brunette.

   She felt overwhelmed by the force of Freda's desire. The big
woman's hands moved back and forth across her body, squeezing and
fondling her without any regard to Amber. Two fingers jammed into
Amber's cunny and pumped in and out quickly, before her hole was
even wet.

   Amber grunted with pain again. She knew she should complain, but
didn't for some reason, tolerating the roughness as the older
woman's breasts crushed down into her face. She slid her tongue out
and began to suckle on the big nipple that Freda placed against her
lips.

   Freda gripped her hair, pulling her head up, forcing her head
brutally hard against her titty. Amber was almost smothered in the
firm flesh as Freda pushed her ruthlessly into herself. Then she
pulled back, allowing Amber to breath.

   She slid down between Amber's legs, her hands folding around the
girl's legs and jerking them far apart, then her face was there at
the brunette's crotch, her tongue diving into Amber's muff. Amber
sighed in happiness as she felt the wet tongue on her slit.

   Her body began to warm and tighten with arousal as Freda pumped
her fingers into her pussy and slurped and nibbled on her clit. Her
heat built higher and higher, then she yelped in pain as Freda bit
down on her clit, her teeth harsh and savage.

   Instantly, she tongued the clit with softness, easing the pain
and bringing a powerful burning need to Amber's crotch. Then she
bit down again, making Amber cry out in pain. Again the tongue
rasped softly, driving Amber upwards into an orgasmic wave

   Her right hand was in Amber's pussy, sliding three fingers in
and out. Her left squeezed Amber's right breast, the finger digging
deep furrows in the thick, malleable flesh. She found the erect
nipple and pinched it, making Amber whine in confusion and heat.

   She twisted the nipple far around, then reached up with her
other hand and seized the girl's left nipple, pinching and twisting
it. Her face was buried in Amber's crotch, her tongue rasping
energetically across her clitty. 

   Amber was caught in a whirling vortex of pleasure and pain, her
dazed mind unable to protest or separate the two as the hammer
blows of electric sensations struck her one after the other, and
sometimes at the same time. Freda's hands squeezed tightly around
her big fleshy breasts, the fingers like iron bands as they
compressed the sensitive flesh cruelly.

   She stabbed her tongue deep into Amber's cunt, making the girl
hump upwards against her as the feelings intensified. Amber's head
was thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth
gaping. She arched her back, despite the added pain against her
distended breasts.

   Freda climbed up her body and lay next to her, She seized
Amber's thick hair and twisted her head up and to the side, then
her mouth locked tightly around Amber's full lips and her tongue
pushed deep into her. She sucked and blew into the girl's mouth as
her fingers pumped furiously in the hot, wet cunt slit.

   Her thumb worked roughly over Amber's clitty as she finger
fucked the girl, and Amber humped upward helplessly, impaling
herself on the long, thin fingers. Her orgasm blossomed and ripped
through her, sending her into spastic convulsions.

   Freda bit down on her tongue and ground her thumb, nail first
into the girl's clit. Amber would have screamed if her mouth hadn't
been covered. Her orgasm blasted higher, riding a wave of churning
sensations of pain. She bounced up and down, legs flopping
mindlessly on the bed as the orgasm howled on and on.

   Finally it calmed, when she was on the verge of unconsciousness.
She relaxed, her body sprawled weakly on the bed. Freda cuddled her
sweating face against her firm breasts and cooed low, holding
Amber's head against her like a baby.