Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves[6] 
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

          ********************************************
            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
          ********************************************
                          Part Six

    Devon was lucky. Freda wanted her for something more than just
a pain-toy. She had dismissed Amber as a brainless piece of fluff
even before she had been brainwashed. She didn't consider the girl
smart enough for anything else.

   Devon though, showed promise. The girl was smart, and now,
completely docile and under control. There were many possibilities
for a girl like her. Freda ran a call girl network in several major
cities and a sophisticated and smart looking girl like Devon would
be very popular.

   Likewise, she ran a porno system, where she used the girls to
make movies. She felt Devon would be believable in a number of
parts. Then again, the girls played many roles right here in the
castle, pretending to be daughters, nieces, schoolgirls, nurses,
sisters, etc. Devon would be a good actress, and extremely
adaptable.

   So she was kept from the most rabid clients, those who would
mark up her flawless skin, and instead began her initiation in the
main guest room, or the orgy room as some of the girls called it.

   The immense room had once been the ballroom where nobility had
danced and chatted, their behaviour oh so proper. Now it abounded
in plants and rugs and obscene paintings and wall hangings. In the
entrance was a life size sculpture of an incubus raping a human
woman. The incubus's enormous cock somehow fitted into the girl's
cunt, though no real woman could have lived with something that
size inside her. The girl had an expression of rapturous delight on
her face.

   Water flowed from fountains and fake waterfalls. There was a
huge round pool with sloping sides for the guest to lie in. The
floors were piled with large, thick cushions and pads, and alcohol
flowed almost as freely as the water.

   The girls were plentiful and available. Some were bound in
obscene positions, their holes available for use. Some were
attached to machines of various kinds which could be activated for
the amusement of the clientele.

   Though few of the clients realized it, there was a kind of
ranking to the girls. The highest ranking girls, those who had
proved their intelligence and capability over the months or years.
These were the ones who roamed freely, ready to drop into a
client's lap at a smile and gesture, who would cuddle and coo, and
whisper sweet things into their ears.

   These girls knew how to laugh at the unfunny jokes, how to
interpret the client's moods and act accordingly, in other words,
how to best please the clients. These were the elite, the most
valuable of Freda's harem.

   Under them in terms of seniority, were the "waitresses" who
carried drinks and little delicacies around. They also were
available for use and were, often. Their conversation and judgment
was not yet as smooth as the freely wandering girls, but they were
trusted nonetheless.

   Next in rank were the bound girls, the ones who were positioned
for the clients use in pretty standard ways. Some were bent forward
across a table with their legs spread, or on their backs, also with
leg spread. Some hung from the ceiling in chains, their asses
sticking out so their holes could be used. Some hung horizontally,
chains attached to their limbs as well as going under their backs.
Their legs were open and their head hung back, all holes ready.

   The newest girls, those who knew nothing and were worth less,
were the ones bound to the machines and devices, or those bound in
place next to the whip and torture shelves. These girls were mostly
runaways who had received little training from Freda and her
helpers. The did what they were ordered to try and avoid pain.

   At any given time, there were various "shows" going on, each on
a separate little stage that was about seven feet square and rose
a couple of feet off the floor. The girls in the shows were of the
same rank as the waitresses, and in fact, alternated with the
waitresses, switching from one task to the other every little
while.

   Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an introduction for
her. Just in case she had any shred of lingering pride or shyness,
she was to perform in three separate shows the first evening. After
that she could begin waitressing.

   Her first "show" was a simple lesbian thing. She was paired with
an older woman named Brigitte, who looked to be in her late
twenties. Freda introduced her and left her there. Brigitte was a
french woman and had little time for chit chat.

   "Listen carefully." she said. "I am the school teacher.
Understand? I'm an aggressive bull dyke and you are the sweet shy
schoolgirl. I will start fondling and kissing you and you are to
resist like a shy little girl, backing away, keeping your eyes
demurely down. Say nothing until we are having sex, then you can
groan a lot. Understand?"

   "Uhmm Yes, Brigitte."

   "When I get tired of your shyness I'll get mad and rip your
clothes off and start doing you. Just follow my lead then. I'll be
cursing and yelling at you. Just do as I say. Understand?"

   "Yes Brigitte."

   Brigitte was dressed in a tight, but conservative dress, her
hair curly brown done behind her in a tight bun. Devon wore a knee
length checked skirt, a white blouse, navy blue blazer, white knee
socks, and black flat shoes.

   There was a school teacher's desk in the center of the little
stage. A swivel chair was behind it. Devon was slightly nervous,
worrying that she wouldn't do a good job and Freda would be
disappointed and angry with her. She tried to remember everything
Brigitte had said as the woman walked ahead of her to the stage and
sat down behind the desk.

   She mounted the two steps to the low stage and stood awkwardly
next to Brigitte, who ignored her. The Frenchwoman pretended to be
writing. She put her pen aside finally and looked up at Devon, her
eyes scanning her body from toes to head.

   She started to speak, but Devon had no idea what it was since it
was in German. Her voice was silky and sweet as she talked though.
Then she stood up, standing directly in front of Devon and looking
down. Devon stepped back a step and Brigitte smiled.

   Her hand reached out and slipped through Devon's hair, brushing
it away from her face as she continued to talk. Then she moved
around to stand next to her, putting her arm around Devon's
shoulder. She turned her so the blonde was pushed against the edge
of the desk.

   Devon looked at her, then remembered and cast her eyes downward.
As she did, she realized that a number of men had paused to watch.
She ignored them, staring at the ground as she felt Brigitte's arm,
the one over her shoulder, slide down and cup her breast through
the blazer.

   Again, she forgot what to do. Brigitte leaned over and nuzzled
her throat with her mouth.

   "Push my hand away." she hissed.

   Devon responded at once, shoving the older woman's hand off her
breast and shrugging the arm off. Brigitte slipped it around her
waist then, and kissed her cheek. Devon turned her head away.

   Then Brigitte's right hand slid beneath her blazer and cupped
her breast again. She needed no instructions and pushed it away,
folding her arms across her chest. Then Brigitte's hand fell to her
knee, sliding up and down her leg, then going up beneath her skirt.

   Devon started to push it away, but Brigitte abruptly started
snarling at her. She jerked her hair, hard, making her cry out
involuntarily. She was afraid that she'd done something wrong, but
then remembered what Brigitte said about pretending to be mad.

   Brigitte forced her hand right up into Devon's crotch, forcing
the skirt up along with it. Devon's legs spread as the older woman
pushed her back against the edge of the desk and she sought to
retain her balance. Brigitte cupped her pussy and squeezed it
tightly, still pulling back on her hair.

   Devon whined in pain as the woman slipped her hand into her
panties and squeezed her cunt harder still. She pulled the hand out
and then let Devon's hair go. She had been beside her but now
turned to face her, her body touching Devon's and still forcing her
back against the desk.

   She glared angrily and snarled again, her voice was very loud
and nasty. She gripped the edges of Devon's blazer and yanked them
open, pulling the jacket off her shoulders and letting it hang half
on, half off, holding her arms. Her hands then went to Devon's
blazer and ripped it open, tearing it completely open and then
right off the blonde's body, leaving naked from the waist for she
wore no bra.

   Her hands went to the sides of Devon's head and held her
tightly, then she kissed her, harshly, savagely, forcefully, her
mouth mashing down against Devon's and her tongue shooting into
her. She let go with one hand and slid it to her panties, tearing
them off with a single ripping snap.

   Now all of Devon's private parts were revealed to the audience.
She didn't feel bothered by that. She was too busy concentrating on
doing everything right. Consequently, she had no difficulty looking
worried as Brigitte pressed her larger body against her and forced
her back against the desk.

   The older woman's fingers being pumping roughly in and out of
Devon's pussy as her mouth came down on the blonde's once again.
Then her hands were in Devon's hair and she was tugging the young
blonde girl forward and forcing her down to her knees in front of
her. Once Devon was on her knees, cowering meekly, Brigitte stood
back and tore open the front of her dress, which slipped down her
buxom body into a heap around her ankles.

   She stepped out of them, naked, and gripped Devon's hair again,
pulling her face into her pussy. Devon began licking energetically.
Whenever she forgot to make any noise, Brigitte pulled sharply on
her hair, causing her to moan and whimper into Brigitte's pussy.

   Brigitte groaned loudly, rutting her pussy into Devon's mouth.
She began to slump lower and lower, pushing Devon back until the
blonde teen was flat on her back and Brigitte was squatting over
her face, rubbing her wet pussy against Devon's lips as the girl
ate her.

   The end of the show came when Brigitte came, groaning and
moaning loudly in orgasm, shaking her head wildly and humping
furiously against Devon's face. Some of the watchers might have
thought it was too theatrical, but Devon, who's face was buried
with gushing cunt cream, knew better. Brigitte really had cum.

   Freda pronounced herself satisfied with the little show, though
she reminded Devon that it hadn't taken her much effort in her
little role. Brigitte smiled worshipfully after Freda, proud that
the woman had stopped to talk briefly to her. She then led Devon to
a changing room to dress for the next show.

   As they dressed, she casually revealed that she had been in the
castle for over twenty-five years now. Freda gave her a nice
birthday present every year, she said, proudly. As Devon learned,
Freda's most effective girls... and boys, were not taken in their
teens, but much earlier.

   These were either kidnapped, or purchased outright from poor
parents all across Europe. Freda had decided that the perfect age
was five. At that age the children had no shame in their bodies to
be unlearned, but were old enough to be taught obedience.

   They were easily brainwashed and then raised and trained to give
sexual pleasure. The girls were taught submissiveness more than the
boys. Both sexes were well schooled in sexual technics and
perversions of every variety, getting much experience in the lower
caverns as they grew.

   There, beneath the ballroom, was the special area set aside for
the rich of Europe who proffered their lovers on the young and
tender side. The children grew up learning nothing about life other
than sex and obedience. They didn't even know how to read or write.

   If be some mischance one or more of them had found themselves
outside the castles walls, they would most likely have simply
wandered back inside, for they knew nothing at all about the
outside world. No television or radios existed for them inside, and
they had never seen such things as airplanes or trains, let alone
cities or wild animals.

   Brigitte had spend seven years in the lower levels, her stay
being cut slightly short by her rapid development around twelve.
Since then she'd been in the upper levels, servicing the less
perverted, but still depraved wealthy of the continent.

   She was now Freda's number one girl, and usually didn't do
shows, as she arrogantly pointed out to Devon. She was only doing
them now to help Devon and make sure she didn't screw up. She
worshipped the ground Freda and Franz walked on, and would have
done anything for them, including killing herself.

   At first, Devon didn't understand her when she said she'd been
at the castle all her life. She thought Brigitte was Freda's sister
or daughter or something. When she corrected her by saying she had
been brought there as an orphan when she was a five year old, Devon
had been even more confused.

   "But why would they bring you here when you were five?" she
asked.

   "Because I was an orphan and had no place else to live."

   "Oh."

   "I'm glad. They've taught me so much."

   "Did you go to school?"

   "School?"

   "You know, a school."

   "Oh? Oh yes, them. No, Freda and the teachers taught me
everything here. They were very nice to me, especially since I was
such a slow learner. I threw up the first time I tried to take a
man's cock in my throat." she confided.

   "I almost did too." Devon nodded, pulling on another girlish
skirt.

   "Well, I was only six then." Brigitte sighed.

   "Six?" Devon gaped.

   "Oh yes." Brigitte sighed. "The other girls and boys managed it
when they were five, though Josie couldn't until she was seven."
Devon thought this was appalling, but, if Freda was doing it, she
thought, it must be all right."

   She and Brigitte went back out into the ballroom, dressed much
as they were before. This time Brigitte didn't try to seduce her at
first. Instead she yelled at her in German, then slapped her.

   Devon slapped her back, which caused a strange thrill in her
mind. She was terrified at once, her eyes going wide as Brigitte's
narrowed. Brigitte had told her she must slap her back, but Freda
had never allowed her to hit back when someone hit her and she was
frightened that she had been wrong to do so.

   Brigitte grabbed her wrist and pulled her across her knees as if
she were a little girl, then lifted her skirt up, exposing her
buttocks and pussy to the watching men. She continued to say things
to her in German, almost none of which Devon understood, except for
the words "bad girl" which she had heard often.

   Then she started spanking her. Her hand slapped down with a loud
crack against Devon's ass cheeks, making the white flesh jiggle and
bounce as she brought her hand down over and over, turning the
white skin pink, then red.

   Devon began to sniffle and weep, partly from the pain and partly
because she was still worried and anxious that she had broken the
rules by hitting brigitte. Brigitte continued to slap her behind,
lifting a ruler from her desk and using that to beat Devon's ass
while she yelled at her.

   Finally she stopped, her words becoming soothing and comforting.
Her hand began to caress Devon's pulsing hot ass cheeks, then slid
down between them and rubbed lightly over her pussy. Again, Devon
wondered at how marvellous things felt on her pussy since all her
hair had been shaved off.

   She felt her cunt lips pried gently open as Brigitte slipped a
finger into her. The finger pumped in and out, stuffing in to the
knuckle, then pulling back out. Brigitte held the finger in front
of Devon's nose, saying something in a chiding tone, which, Devon
thought, was probably about how wet her finger was now.

   She slid the finger into Devon's mouth and Devon sucked on it,
tasting her own juices for the first time. Then the finger was
withdrawn and Brigitte began to pump it and a second finger in and
out of Devon's cunt slit.

   Devon groaned in pleasure, bouncing lightly on Brigitte's lap as
she sought to work her pussy back on the fucking fingers. The two
fingers became three, then four, then Devon whined and whimpered as
pain shot through her groin. Brigitte was trying to force her
entire hand inside her.

   Then she did it, the heel of her palm slipping through Devon's
taut pussy lips and the lips closing around the woman's wrist.
Brigitte closed her fingers inside Devon's cunt and shoved her fist
down to the pit of her cunt tube.

   She began to pump it slowly up and down in the tight rubbery
cunt sheath, almost lifting Devon off the chair with the force of
her cunt's clinging tightness. Devon shouted and came, jerking and
twitching like a mad thing. Brigitte continued to pump and pump
until she came a second time, then a third, screaming and howling
in agony and ecstasy with the thick, bony fist up in her belly.

   Finally Brigitte pulled it out, shoving Devon off her lap onto
the floor in front of the chair. She jerked her around by the hair
until her face was against her pussy and Devon slowly and tiredly
began to lick her out.

   After that show, Brigitte showed her how to waitress. They
dressed in the little waitress outfit, which was little more than
a silk thin, elastic webbed black mini-dress that fully outlined
her figure and descended to just an inch below her crotch. She wore
now underwear so she'd be available to be taken by any man who
wanted her.

   The dress was also very low cut, revealing most if her breasts,
and could be shoved off her shoulders or lifted above her hips with
ease. In fact, as Brigitte followed her around, one of the men that
she was delivering a drink to hauled her down onto his mat, spread
her legs and shoved his erection into her.

   He pumped steadily into her fuck hole, not saying a word as he
kissed Devon's lips and jammed his tongue into her mouth. His hands
cupped her ass cheeks, jerking her lower body up off the mat to
meet his lunging fuck strokes.

   Devon didn't need Brigitte's presence to remind her that she
should moan and groan. Over the previous days she had been turned
into a very responsive sexual creature and her body had begun to
ignite and respond the moment the man had lifted her little skirt
and stuck it into her.

   Unfortunately he came quickly, then pulled out and motioned her
away. She gasped and panted as she rose to her feet, tugging her
skirt back down as Brigitte handed her her tray back. "That was
very good." Brigitte said, and Devon smiled happily, following her
back to the bar for another drink.

   Along the way they passed numerous other girls, some being taken
by men, some tied into strange positions, some being punished. Then
she recognized Amber, who she hadn't seen in days.

   Amber was standing beside a framework of pulleys and gears. Her
wrists were bound behind her and a thick rubber cable descended
from the framework above her to tightly encircle her large breasts
so they bulged out.

   Devon sympathised with her, remembering how her own titties had
ached when a similar band had been tightened around them. There
were three other girls, all similarly bound, standing in a row
under the framework.

   Devon wondered what Amber what they had done to be punished. She
watched as a pair of men moved over to where several levers were
and laughing pulled one. The girl beside Amber, another very busty
brunette, was hauled into the air by her tits.

   The girl shrieked and moaned as her tit meat was strangled and
pulled. Then the other man pulled another lever and Amber was
slowly pulled off her feet, hanging by her big fat red titties.
Amber also cried out with pain and wept in fear and misery.

   "What did they do?" Devon asked, as they passed.

   "Huh?"

   "Those girls, Amber."

   "Oh them, nothing, why?"

   "Aren't they being punished?"

   "Not especially."

   "But, that must hurt a lot." Brigitte shrugged, unconcerned.
"Some men like to hurt pretty girls is all. Their just common
whores anyway. That's what they're there for, for men to hurt."

   "But why?"

   "I don't know, Devon. You ask too many questions." Brigitte
sniffed, exasperated.

   "If they weren't bad, they shouldn't be hurt." Devon said,
subdued.

   "If men want to hurt them they can. Men like hurting girls. It
makes them happy!" Brigitte huffed, impatiently, as if it were
obvious.

   "Will we be put on those?" Devon asked, timidly.

   "No. Not us. We're smart. We do the shows and stuff and get to
do movies and even get our own rooms, well, I do. You will too
though, if you're good."

   That sounded nice to Devon, but she still felt badly about poor
Amber, who was dangling by her big titties as the men twirled her
round and round.

    Jack eyed the guards carefully as they passed through the gate.
This could all be a trap, of course. He was counting on Herr
Kruger's intelligence, hoping the man would realize that should
anything happen to him, the information about his sexual escapades
would certainly get out.

   So far, Herr Kruger had been completely cooperative. He was far
from happy of course, but he was cooperative. Jack was Whilhelm
Verman, an important businessman and old friend. Nobody had
questioned this as Kruger was a trusted long time client.

   The limo pulled into the courtyard and stopped by the door. A
doorman pulled the door open and he and Kruger got out, Kruger
leading the way in through the brightly lit entrance and down a
hallway.

   "What do you wish to see first?" Kruger asked.

   "Just give me the grand tour." Jack said, in  German.

   "As you wish."