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Making Wages In Mongolia
by Helena Aranatovya (helena_aranatovya@hotmail.co.uk)

***

About a French policewoman who won the lottery and 
traveled to the faraway country to do what she always 
wanted to. Those illegal motor bike races where there 
are nor rules and where the winner can make lots of 
millions in just 1 race. The French policewoman meets 
an arrogant local man who makes a bet with her, that if 
she loses she must be his bitch for the rest of her 
life. (MF, FF, dom, v, beast, intr, bd, oral, anal)

***

PARIS, FRANCE
AFTERNOON, THE POLICE STATION


Joan was a high ranking member of the French Police 
Force and she was sat at her office and reading the 
papers, she was hoping that perhaps one day she could 
travel to Ulan Bataar, the capital of Mongolia, where 
she could participate in a sport that was deemed very 
dangerous and only for the tough and very active. But 
from what she found out, that there was an actual black 
market activity going on in Mongolia, where someone 
with her skills could earn a lot of money. It was 
illegal motor bike racing. 

In the US and parts of Dubai, illegal car races were 
already well known and many of the participants did it 
for the thrill and for the money. Joan was that sort of 
person. After all, why should the only famous French 
person known for such things should be that skinny guy 
who climbs all the worlds' tallest buildings. As for 
Joan, if she had the means to go to Mongolia, she would 
have gone for it, just like some American hiker 
travelling all the way to Nepal to climb Mount Everest.

Joan was an attractive woman with a fit and slender 
body. She was even much tougher than many of the men 
she had worked with. At the age of 35, she stood at 5 
foot 6. She had short dark hair and dark eyes and was 
like a crossover between Kim Kardashian and that 
actress who played Deana Troy at that 90s series Star 
Trek: The Next Generation. Right now, nothing much went 
on. She was single as she had no interest yet in 
getting married and did not have any children. Best to 
stay single for now, as she could still do what she 
wanted in life, in any manner she chose to.



NIGHT TIME
JOAN'S HOME

Joan finally arrived home. She changed her clothes and 
took a lot warm shower. When she finished taking 
shower, she dried herself with the hair dryer and made 
herself a cup of coffee. After she finished making 
herself coffee, she went to the living room and turned 
on the television. She had her remote control right in 
front of her, lying on top of the small wooden table in 
front of where she sat, namely her couch. As Joan took 
the remote control she clicked to a certain channel, 
looking for a certain type of information, namely 
information on the lottery ticket. 

Joan was suddenly overjoyed, shocked and excited all at 
once. She was lucky to have had bought her lottery 
ticket. Her number had won. She won €2 million. She was 
rich. Now she could leave her job at the police force 
and had the money to do whatever she wanted. Wealth was 
one thing but there were many other things that she 
could now do, that normally only rich people were 
capable of.



SIX MONTHS LATER
ULAN BATAAR

Joan had re-located to Mongolia. She had moved into a 
new apartment at Ulan Bataar and had managed to use her 
wealth to gather information and with that information, 
join that very club which had organized the 'illegal 
motor bike racing' and that Joan had also purchased a 
motor bike for herself too. To join the club, one 
needed a substantial amount of wealth and paid a down 
payment only, followed by normal monthly payments which 
were not too expensive at all. But most important of 
all, she could communicate in a common language with 
the people, as she also knew Russian, the only other 
language spoken apart from Mongolian.

As for the club she joined, it was called SKY WOLVES. 
It was a building that resembled a casino, that faced 
the main highway of the country and was actually on the 
desert plains. It was a lot like a Las Vegas casino. 
Members could gamble. Members could also play snooker 
too by a bar that had it, inside the building.. Here 
many rich Mongolians dealt in a lot of illegal 
activities and handsomely profited too. But apart from 
that, it had also served as a hotel for rich tourists 
too. As for the racing, the 'racers' (including Joan) 
would be told by someone from the club where they are 
all supposed to meet and took it from there. This was 
even more real than the action packed Vin Diesel film 
The Fast and the Furious. Catching serious criminals 
had already prepared Joan for a lot of high paced 
action. 

But of all the racers, one whose guts she truly hated 
was a local arrogant Mongolian guy calling himself 
William, and he was a real gangster-like figure too. It 
wasn't his real name but given that he actually spoke 
some English (after having lots of contacts with 
Americans, British and Australians), he decided to name 
himself that. He was also one of those Mongolian guys 
who resembled a South East Asian, as Mongolians in 
general had diverse features from North-East Asian type 
like Japanese or Koreans to South East Asian types like 
Malays or Thais. He was strong but skinny and was about 
5 foot 7. 

Every time they were going to race one another, William 
would make crude remarks about how he would win the 
money for that race and at the same time, that Joan 
would have to fuck him, bend her ass over for him and 
give him oral sex in front of everyone.

But every time, Joan always beat him in the race and 
that made him frustrated and as William was such a sore 
loser, would always tell her to fuck off back to France 
and that this sport was for real Mongolians only. But 
to Joan, he was just a bug and knew that if they had a 
fight, she would probably beat the wind out of him. 
Those Mongols who were rich businessman were mostly all 
talk and no real stamina for a long fight, unlike their 
much less wealthier cousins living in tents and by the 
harsh Gobi Desert.


ONE EVENING AT THE SKY WOLVES
BAR WITH SNOOKER TABLE

Joan was playing snooker all by herself. She was 
dressed in black leather jacket, with high heels, red 
mini skirt, and as it was not cold at that time of the 
year but rather quite hot, wore just a black bra her 
purse was from a chair not far away from her. She came 
to chill out this time and had paid the bar tender the 
money. She liked living in Ulan Bataar, as she was 
making even more money from the illegal motor bike 
racing, something that her peers would not have 
approved of. But what did she care. It was her life, 
not theirs. As Joan was playing the bar room, all of a 
sudden William and his gang came. There were three of 
them altogether, skinny guys trying to look tough by 
wearing black jackets and smoking all the time. 

From what Joan knew, the other two had also given 
themselves English-sounding name. One of them was a 
skinny guy who also looked South East Asian by his name 
of Jonathan. Jonathan was about 5 foot 9 and always 
took orders from William. And was rumoured to be a real 
sex pervert. The other one was also 5 foot 7 like 
William but was mostly quite and had dyed his hair 
blond. He called himself Michael. They were good racers 
but none ever managed to beat Joan. Joan once joked to 
them, that if she was the only person they had to race 
against, they would have to find other ways of making 
money to survive. But in fact they did, through 
profitable illegal activities. 

William, Jonathan and Michael ordered some vodka and 
sat down by a table which overlooked the snooker table. 
Joan realise that they were the only people around and 
this was the first time she was all on her own, with 
the very people she disliked. The worst thing is that 
they would try to kill her but they looked like 
pushovers and not real fighters. They were skinny but 
she was actually quite fit, having some physical 
training while in the police force and they all looked 
like in their 20s. Babies who knew nothing.

William called out to her:

"No fun playing all by yourself. I think you need a 
real man."

Jonathan joined in, as all three of them were laughing, 
"I could be your man."

Then Michael, "Mongolian men are real men, not like 
French men. We can make you real happy."

As Joan made her hit with the snooker stick against her 
ball-target, she then made a comment for all of them to 
hear, "None of you are my type. I doubt any of you can 
handle me."

William had gotten up from the table. He walked over by 
the snooker table, just opposite when Joan was shooting 
her balls from. He then said to her, "How about a 
wager?"

"What wager?"

Jonathan and Michael were giggling like mad. 

"You and me. How about a game?"

"Sounds great. I could use some fun."

"But I also want to make a wager too?"

"And what is it that you are preparing to lose to me."

"1 million"

"That is a lot of money. I did not know you had?"

"Better than Russian Rubles, or the American $ or the 
British £."

"You are willing to lose that much money to me."

Joan laughed hard. She then eyed William and said to 
him, "And what would you want in return,"

"I just want to shut you up."

"So you're going to shoot me or something."

Joan always had her pistol behind her, just in case but 
so far she never even had to use it. William then said 
to her

"No I am not going to shoot you. But I doubt you could 
even take my wager?"

"Oh I could take your wager. I always beat you in the 
bike race, I am also going to beat you in this one 
too."

"Ok. So we have a game together this evening."

"You bet."

"And if I win, do you want to know what I want?"

"You said so already. You wanted to shut me up. I 
really don't know what you mean by that."

"That I would have put you in your place. If you lose, 
you will be my personal slave.
You will become my bitch"

Joan was laughing at her head. This loser was thinking 
with his dick rather than his brains. But this was one 
challenge that she was sure she was going to win. And 
she would be the one to put him in his place, once and 
for all.

"How about we put a shake to it?"

"Not sure if I still want to accept your wager."

"But you said you could handle it. I guess you are 
afraid that you are going to lose to me."

"Not afraid. I am not sure if you are going to pay me 
that much money either."

"Tell you what. Not only I will pay you the money but 
would also leave this club and you would never have to 
see me again."

William called out for Jonathan and Michael to come and 
approach him. He told them, that he was going to make a 
wager with Joan and that they bear witness to what he 
promised Joan if she not only accepted this wager but 
had also lost to her. The two young Mongolian boys 
nodded. William said to the French woman, "So do we 
have a deal?"

William offered his hand for a shake, to guarantee that 
they had a deal and were not going to back out on their 
words. Joan was about to shake his hand and said to him,
"And if I lose."

"That you will have to be my personal slave and do 
whatever I tell you to do. And that I will become your 
master and can do whatever I wanted with you. At any 
time I liked. You will be a bitch. My bitch."

"And for how long will I become your slave."

"As long as I want, until I tire of you and tell you 
to get lost."

Joan snickered but then shook his hands, thinking that 
she was definitely going to win this game too. Jonathan 
ridiculed him, "I would love to see you disappear from
this place."

"And you shall become my slave for as long as I want."

William looked at his two other friends and said to 
them, "You also bear witness that she agreed to my 
terms, that if she loses, she will be my slave. My 
bitch."

Jonathan snickered, "You are going to win yourself a 
French bitch. Perhaps force her to never speak French 
again and even speak some English."

Joan gave Jonathan that, "You-are-such-loser" look, 
saying to him IN ENGLISH, "Yes I can speak good 
English."

William then said, "Good. How about we all try 
our English."

Joan laughed, "That is ok with me, believe me."

William then said to her, "Ok. How about if you say 
this in English. If I lose, I Joan, will become 
William's slave and bitch."

Joan snickered, thinking it a joke and even a waste of 
time. But William took it seriously and Joan did not 
like his more serious face, so she then said 

"If I lose, I Joan, will become William's slave and 
bitch."

"Ok now we start playing."

Joan and William had a game of snooker. They played for 
like nearly an hour. Joan would once in a while take a 
peek at the clock that hanged by the bar wall. It was 
10PM. Nearly getting late but she had her motor bike 
parked. As for the club, it was actually opened up for 
24 hours. While William and Joan played their game, 
Jonathan and Michael were sat down by their table and 
drinking their vodkas. But Joan did not like where the 
game was going. So far, William was leading but she did 
not want to give him the satisfaction that she was 
afraid that he was going to win and that she really 
would have to become his slave-bitch. 

But as the game was getting tensed and exciting, 
Jonathan and Michael came to William's side and 
Jonathan said, "You are beating the bitch."

Joan hated being called 'bitch'. But she still had to 
win or else she really would be his bitch. As William 
had hit his last ball, no matter how Joan made it hard 
for him, he finally scored. William screamed for joy. 
Joan lost. She just threw the stick on top of the 
snooker table and as she was about to head for her 
purse on the chair, William came up to her and grabbed 
her by her right arm, saying, "Where do you think 
you're going? I won. You lost."

"I wanted to just get some smoke."

"Ok. Take your cigarette out and smoke right in front 
of the three of us."

The other two started giving Joan a disgusting look. 
She lost and she now had to William's bitch. As Joan 
took out a cigar and used her own lighter to light it 
up, she placed the lighter and cigar packet back into 
her purse. The bar tender was not paying any attention 
to them, as he was watching something on the bar 
television. Joan smoked as she felt that she had just 
signed her soul to the devil and all because of her 
over confidence and her own arrogance and to show face, 
she has to now keep her side of the bargain and behave 
as William's slave, since she more or less swore it. 
She could not live with herself if she walked out on 
something she agreed to or promised.

William was being cocky to her, "You have lost. Now you 
are my slave. From now on, you must always call me 
'master'. Got it?"

Joan responded meekly in a defeated tone, "Yes I 
understand."

"Yes what?!"

Joan said to him, "Yes master."

Jonathan and Michael started laughing at William's new 
slave. William had finally beaten and humiliated her. 
William said to her, "So who are you?"

Joan responded meekly, "I am your slave master."

"What else are you?"

"I am also your bitch master."

"And for how long?"

"As long as you want master."

"And from now on, you would always respond to being 
called 'bitch'"

William smiled, as he was now totally conquering her. 
But deep down, Joan wanted to run away but a part of 
her would not allow her to try doing that. She had to 
keep her promise and be the young man's faithful bitch. 
In fact she had never been anyone's bitch... until now.

Joan asked her 'master' "Master, may I take my purse 
with me. It has my belongings."

"Of course you can bitch."

Joan went to grab her purse. But then her master said 
to her, "Put it down back on the chair. I think I am 
going to have fun with you."

"As you wish master."

Joan placed her purse back on the chair she had used. 
William then said to her, "Now bitch. Take off all your 
clothes."

"Yes master."

Joan took off her high heels. She then tossed off her 
nice black leather jacket. She was down to her black 
bra and red mini skirt. She took off the mini skirt 
first. She could also hear Jonathan and Michael making 
sexist and perverse comments about her sexy body. She 
was finally down to her bra and panty, which was also 
black. She remained in her bra and panty but William 
scolded her, "I said all of it. Are you deaf or 
stupid."

Joan did not like being scolded that way and was nearly 
about cry. But she did not give in and just tried to 
obey him, by meekly responding, "Oh of course master."

Joan then took off her bra and then finally slid down 
her panty and tossed it with the rest of her clothes. 
She was now naked and even attempted to cover her 
exposed breasts and vagina. Her pubic hair had been 
shaved off before and now her cunt flesh is visible for 
all to see. William was laughing at her situation and 
then said, "I want to see all of it. Remove your 
hands."

Joan then let go off her private parts for exposure. 
William then asked Jonathan and said, "What do you 
think?"

Jonathan looked at Joan in the eyes and said, "Well she 
is a bitch."

Michael had made some comments in Mongolian, "Yes a 
bitch. But are we also going to share in your fun too."

William told Joan, "Now stand straight."

"Yes master."

As Joan stood straight with her hands by the side of 
her body, William walked up to her and started fondling 
her breasts. He was also pinching at her nipples and it 
gave him satisfaction. And he then pulled both her 
right and her left nipples causing her to make part 
sexual part hurt-sounding noises. Music to William's 
ears. After abusing her boobs, he ordered her, "Now I 
want you to bend your ass over by this snooker table."

"Yes master."

As Joan walked, her boobs were juggling. The snooker 
table was below the level of her waist and as her 
master commanded it, she bent her upper body over it, 
exposing her nice ass for all three young men. William 
then said to Jonathan and Michael, "I want both you 
guys to hold her down."

Jonathan and Michael smiled. Each of them went by 
Joan's bent over body and pressed her upper body down 
by the top of the snooker table, using their own body 
weight. They may have been skinny but their combined 
weight was enough to hold her down. Joan just allowed 
them to do this to her without fighting back. 
William then used the snooker stick he used earlier and 
had used it to whack Joan's pale ass.

WHACK WHACK

Joan had made hurting and teary-like sounds. Jonathan 
and Michael, as they held her down, continued to 
cruelly laugh at her circumstances. Her fanny was 
turning BRIGHT RED from all the whacking. 

WHACK WHACK

After making her ass RED, William then unzipped his 
pants and then thrust his cock up her ass. He hammered 
her WHACKED ASS and she could nothing but cry. It was 
more painful than degrading. After a while, William 
tired of giving her painful anal sex and so then looked 
at one of the two boys, "Ok. Which one of you want to 
first?"

Jonathan said, "I want to fuck this bitch too."

William and Jonathan switched places. As Jonathan was 
preparing himself to give Joan the same type of painful 
anal sex, he could see William's sperm flowing down 
Joan's ass cheeks, all the way to the floor. As for 
Joan, the sperm which she felt was very cold sperm. 
Jonathan complained to William, "I can still see your 
sperm stain on this fine French ass."

William gave him a semi-pissed look and said, "Look. If 
you fuck her ass, my sperm won't affect your penis. But 
it will join with my leftovers to affect her asshole."

"Ok then. If you put it that way."

Jonathan unzipped his pants too and started fucking 
Joan on the ass and he really fucker her hard until his 
cum was also becoming visible on her ass cheeks. After 
a while, Jonathan took out his cock from her ass and 
then said to Michael, "Oi Mikey. Your turn."

"I actually wanna fuck her pussy first."

William gave him an aggressive glaring look, "Oi. If 
anyone is going to fuck her pussy, it should be me 
first."

They let Joan get up from her bent over position, only 
to make her sit on top of the edge of the snooker 
table. William then thrust his cock up her pussy, 
fucking it really hard while at the same time, kissing 
and biting at her neck and sucking very hard in her 
left nipple. Joan felt humiliating pleasure. As William 
fucked her pussy, she was now feeling his cold wet 
sperm flowing down into her vagina, his lips and saliva 
on her left nipple and his cold hands fondling and 
twisting her right nipple very cruelly. But as his cum 
entered hers, her own juice was also cumming out too, 
out of bodily fluid excitement

William was finally finished fucking her from the front 
and his sperm stain was now visible on her cunt. 
William then said to Michael, "I fucked her pussy 
already. She is all yours."

Michael then unzipped his pants right in front of the 
French woman and told her in plain English, "While I 
fuck your stinking pussy, I want you to look me 
straight in the eye as if you love me and at the same 
time press your palms against this table."

She nodded. As Michael thrust his cock into Joan's 
pussy, she pressed her palms against the table, so as 
to keep her back from falling on top of the table.. She 
looked Michael in the eye as he continue to give her 
perverted looks. Michael kept on fucking her pussy and 
was then holding on to her breasts. As he held and 
squeezed at her breasts, Joan was forced to make sexual 
noises. And more of her own cum was cumming out. It was 
sick and she could not help it. She wasn't sure if she 
ought to tell herself to go along with the ride and 
enjoy it even.

Afterwards Joan was still sat naked on top of the 
snooker table, with visible cum stain between her legs, 
and still dropping down the bar floor. William, 
Jonathan and Michael went back to the original table 
they sat that night and then William ordered Joan, 
"Slave, I want you to come sit beside me."

"Yes master."

Joan took the seat between him and Jonathan. As she was 
squeezed by both young men, they put their arms around 
her, as each hand was squeezing each boob. Michael sat 
opposite Joan and was lifting his right boot, towards 
Joan's pussy. The edge of his boot touché her cunt. But 
as her cunt still had stain on them, the cum stain was 
sticking to his right boot and he noticed it, quickly 
moving it away and told her, "Oi bitch. I want you to 
clean my boot now."

William then pushed Joan's naked body towards the 
floor, mocking her, "You heard what he said. Go clean 
it."

Joan was already on all fours and as she turned to ask 
William, "How should I clean it master?"

"By using that tongue of yours."

All three young Mongols laughed, as Joan was moving her 
head down and closer to Michael's boots and then use 
her own tongue to lick it all off. It was the combined 
cum stains from Jonathan and her master William, when 
they continued to ram her pussy with their cocks. After 
she was finished, she tried to get back on her seat. 
William and Jonathan once more resumed their positions 
of putting their hands around her, all the way to her 
tits and twitching her nipples. 

William said, "We love French nipples. Nice to pinch."

Jonathan said, "Feels good too."

William then said to the other two guys, "Hey why don't 
she lie on top of this table and we can pour our drinks 
on top of her body."

Michael said, "Great idea."

The three young men forced Joan to lay her back on top 
of their table and after doing that, they just took 
their glasses and poured their drinks all over her 
naked flesh. Her boobs. Her tummy,. Even her pussy was 
covered with vodka. As for Joan, she felt sticky. Both 
William and Jonathan were licking the top of her front 
body and both young men were licking and sipping poured 
vodka from her breasts and nipples. And the sides of 
her breasts. Michael was licking and sipping and 
lapping his tongue at the vodka spill on her shaven 
cunt. He then started licking and sipping from it. 

When the young men tired of her, she had to go on her 
knees and give each of them a blowjob and she was not 
allowed to drop a single spill. Whoever she sucked off, 
that person would use his hand to keep her head down. 
But it did not stop there. While both Michael and 
Jonathan had decide to suck on her boobs again, William 
went to the oblivious bartender and ordered a bottle of 
vodka. As he saw his two friends sucking on Joan's 
boobs, he just drank the entire vodka bottle all by 
himself. He purposely bought this bottle for the sake 
of having it emptied.

William approached his two friends and bitch with his 
empty bottle. He said to them, "Ok. I wan to have some 
more fun with her."

Jonathan and Michael had let her go. William ordered 
her, "Climb this table and put your ass on it."

Joan meekly said, "Yes master."

Joan climbed the table and sat her ass on it. William 
then said, "Now lay the bottom bit of your back against 
he table."

"Yes master."

Joan had also laid her lower back against the table and 
she now felt as if she was moving like some sort of 
rocking chair. He then handed her the empty bottle and 
said, "Take it."

"Yes master,"

Both Jonathan and Michael placed their seats right in 
front of her exhibited pussy. William said, "Now spread 
your legs for us."

"Yes master."

Joan had raised her legs high up in the air, as if to 
exhibit her pussy by spreading her legs. With her 
police training, Joan was able to do something like 
this. But while she did this, William led that hand 
that held the empty bottle and placed its front part 
towards her cunt. William said, "Now use the bottle as 
if it were a dildo and fuck yourself in front of us 
with it."

"Yes master."

Joan slowly pushed the bottle up her cunt and she 
started using it to fuck her cunt , as if it were a 
human dick. But as she hammered herself, using the 
empty bottle against her own pussy, she closed her eyes 
and started making sexual sounds. Her cum was cumming 
out and some of it could be seen oozing down the empty 
bottle. The three young men just laughed at her 
predicament. After a while of forcing her to fuck the 
bottle and transferring some of her own cum in it, 
William then told her to open her eyes and sit right 
up, which she did. Once she was sat right up, William 
cruelly said, "Now drink your own cum from the bottle."

"Yes master."

Joan was drinking her own cum from the vodka bottle. 
Her actions was entertainment to her ex-rivals (they 
became ex, the moment William defeated her in the 
wager). After drinking her own cum, William then told 
the other two, "Ok I wanna get back home. And I am 
taking this bitch back with me."

Jonathan and Michael went their own way and Joan was 
then ordered to take a shower by the Ladies', so that 
she could put her clothes back on and not have that 
stench and smell from their cum and vodka drinks. Joan 
was also taking the ride with William, back to 
William's place of course and the other two went back 
to their own separate places. 

As Joan sat behind William, holding on to him as he 
drove them back on his motor bike, headed for his 
humble abode, Joan was feeling and witnessing the end 
of her own life and this journey was very symbolic of 
that. She was now fully entering the life of slavery. 
Sexual slavery and many other things. 


WITHIN THE SCOPE OF 2 MONTHS SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE 
WAGER

Joan had been forced to live with her new master and 
owner – William. William's home was a one storey house 
that used to be owned by a Russian general during the 
time of the Cold War when Mongolia was a communist 
satellite state of Russia and the USSR. Now the house 
belonged to William. It had a large bedroom, a large 
living room, a toilet, a large kitchen, a large 
gymnasium and even a large basement. 

As for Joan, she was ordered to tell William all her 
details and it delighted him to know that not only was 
she some lucky French woman who had won a lottery 
ticket to come to Mongolia but that back in France, she 
used to be a high-ranking police officer. Apart from 
that, she was not only some sex slave whom he had 
brutal; sex with every night but also was his daytime 
maid. He even bought her a sexy French maid uniform so 
that she would look the part, when doing a maid's job 
in his house and when she wanted to clean something 
just below the level of her waist she was not allowed 
to crouch. She had to bend her body over, like some 
kind of funny robot and also kept her legs straight so 
that way, William could also have some amusement while 
watching her work.

Sometimes some of the other guys like Jonathan and 
Michael and other men as well as sadistic bisexual 
Mongolian biker women would come to his house as he had 
his party and they would all have anal, oral or painful 
sex with Joan. Sometimes, a man and a woman would be 
sucking hard at her nipples as she normally was made to 
serve his friends drink while walking around naked. 

As for her financial situation, she was ordered to 
transfer all her money account (her millions) to 
William's. But he still gave her money to pay The Sky 
Wolves Club so that she would always participate in the 
illegal motor bike racing and whatever money she won, 
she would end up giving it to her master. 

And after every race, William would drive them both to 
some remote location by some of the deserts that were 
next to the long highway and over there, William and 
some of his associates would have sex with Joan. Having 
sex in the open air was more refreshing than doing it 
inside the house.

But whatever William did with Joan was not always 
confined to Mongolia. He would take her with him over 
to Russia and China, especially to Moscow and Shanghai 
and use her as a high class hooker to make money from. 
Rich Russian and Chinese clients would pay tons of 
money to have sex with her. 

While William would wait inside a rented limousine, 
Joan would only be dressed in some sexy lacy lingerie 
and only covered that with a white fur coat. She would 
have sex with her clients inside the limousine and they 
enjoyed it too. But the most money he earned from her 
was from an Arab client when they went to Macau, a once 
Portuguese colony.

But as for how William managed to successfully kept 
Joan to keep on remaining his slave, was that he kept 
on giving her some drugs to take. The more she took, 
the more she could not fight her addiction and so 
became hooked for life. But the drugs also made her 
comfortable with what she did, no matter how degrading 
and humiliating. It even made her forget the physical 
pain she often received from her master.


ONE DAY IN THE BASEMENT

The basement was very large and its only lights were 
from the single light bulb. But it was more than 
enough. Apart from the light-bulb, the basement did not 
have anything else inside it. William had a camcorder 
as he was planning on making a film. One that was for 
sale. Joan was in the basement too but she completely 
naked. Her nipples felt the coolness inside the 
basement and so her nipples hardened. 

There was also a high-class Mongolian call girl who was 
also naked and a good friend of William, as he often 
called and paid high money for her services, like many 
of her other clients. Her name was Borte. And she had a 
large dog which she held on a leash, one that was used 
to perform bestiality on naked women. William had 
ordered Joan to totally follow and do whatever Borte 
told her to do and William told Brote what was it 
exactly that he wished Borte would make Joan do and 
perform. Borte smiled and said, "No problem."

Borte spoke Russian to Joan, holding her beating crop, 
"Drop down on your knees."

Joan did as she was told but Brote was not satisfied as 
she WHACKED Joan hard on the ass with her beating crop. 
Joan's ass turned bright red and Joan cried in pain. 
Borte grabbed Joan by her short hair and said, "Your 
ass must face the camera, not your face."

Joan then changed her position, so that her ass and 
back was towards the camera. Borte then moved the 
beating crop by the back of Joan's neck and then said, 
"Drop down on all fours!"

Joan obediently went down on all fours, as if she was 
made to position herself like a dog. Borte called for 
her dog to come. Borte shouted some orders to the dog 
in Mongolian. William had also moved quickly towards 
Joan and the dog, just a meter away, filming it all. 
The dog went on top of Joan and positioned its cock 
inside has ass and started fucking the poor French 
woman's ass. Joan made sexual noises and Borte looked 
down on the female slave, with a cruel and wicked and 
sadistic smile. 

After long ten minutes, Borte ordered her dog to stop 
fucking Joan in the ass and get to her side. Borte 
shouted an ordered to Joan, "Get up and face me."

Joan had gotten up and stood facing Borte, her 
controller for now. Borte, as she was giving that 
wicked kinky smile, was moving the front part of her 
beating crop all over Joan's boobs, saying, "You have a 
nice sexy body. I like your boobs."

Joan just kept quiet. Slaves were not allowed to voice 
out anything. They only did what they were told to do 
by their master and anyone whom their masters delegated 
their powers to. Borte then said to Joan, "I am going 
to ask my dog to put his paws by your shoulder.  Once
he does that, you will help insert his cock inside 
your pussy."

As Borte had ordered her trained dog to raise its upper 
body up and place both paws by Joan's shoulders, Joan 
was helping it insert its cock inside her pussy. The 
dog started pumping its cock inside her pussy. The dog 
was fucking Joan and Joan just made moaning sounds but 
as she was about to close her eyes, Borte said, "No. 
Keep your eyes open."

Joan now had to look at the dog's face as she was 
allowing it to fuck her. As its cum was pouring down 
into her cunt and her cunt oozing some of its cum down 
the basement floor, she was also ejaculating her own 
cum too. The dog was making her feel sexually excited 
as it made love to her and a part of her felt like 
another dirty whore. Borte made some jokes in Russian 
to William, "I think they will have nice children. Half 
French. Half dog."

William broke out into laughter. Borte knew how to make 
him laugh and Joan's face looked even more upset as 
Borte's jokes had hurt her ego. William then added his 
own joke, as the dog continue to fuck Joan's pussy, "It 
will be a werewolf alright. Russian military and 
government would pay a lot of money if one really 
existed."

Borte then ordered her dog to get off Joan and to stop 
fucking her. Borte also told Joan that she was going to 
stop fucking it. As Joan and Borte's dog separated, 
Borte then ordered Joan, "Lie on your back!"

Joan lied her back on the cold basement floor but the 
sex she had with Borte's dog had kept her body warm. As 
Borte lied, Borte led her dog towards Joan's face and 
made sure that its penis was above Joan's face. She 
then ordered, "Now suck his cock!"

Joan was giving blowjob to Borte's dog. She was sucking 
and sucking and William managed to move his camera 
angle towards Joan's face, as she saw her sucking the 
dog off. After ten minutes, Borte then ordered Joan to 
stop and her dog to get away from Joan. But as Joan was 
still told to keep on lying on the basement floor, 
Borte then crouched herself on top of Joan's head and 
ordered Joan, "Open wide!"

Joan opened her mouth and before she knew it, Borte 
started pissing inside the French woman's mouth. Joan 
tasted salty Mongolian piss. It was going down her 
throat and William was getting excited by all this but 
he could not start wanking off or he would not get all 
of this on camera. Borte laughed as she continued to 
piss inside Joan's mouth, using it a pissing/shitting 
bowl. After Borte finished pissing inside her mouth, 
she walked off but told Joan, "Remain where you are!"

William continued to film and the dog was now lying 
down, as if tired from the whole ordeal. Borte asked 
William if he had a bucket, He told her where to get it 
and she goes get it and then returns back to the 
basement. Borte placed the bucket beside Joan's head. 
Borte then said, "Open wide again!"

Joan kept her mouth wide open. As Borte crouched over 
Joan's head, she started shitting down Joan's mouth and 
she told Joan, "Use your left hand to push all my shit 
down your throat."

Joan was literally eating this woman's shit. As shit 
was going down her mouth, some if it was falling by the 
side of her lips and so she had guide it all the way 
into her mouth. It was disgusting and tasted and 
smelled horrible. 

As Joan kept in eating and swallowing the shit, Joan 
then got away from Joan. As Joan continued to eat too 
much shit, Borte then told her in Russian, "Vomit it 
all into the bucket."

Joan got up and started going on all fours. Pushing her 
face down towards the bucket and vomited all the shit 
she ate down the bucket. Borte laughed and William was 
excited at the way Borte was degrading Joan. William 
winked at Borte, "We have it all on tape."

"And a lot of people are going to pay for this too."


ONE FINE EVENING

William was on the phone, talking to his sister. As 
Joan was dressed like a maid doing housework, William 
had to take in a lot of outbursts from his own baby 
sitter. An older female cousin of theirs had a daughter 
who admitted to her parents that she was a lesbian and 
at that age, she was already dressed like one of those 
Goths commonly found in America, England and Germany. 
The daughter was going to turn thirteen soon. 

William said to his younger sister, "I have a great 
idea. I am going to call her up and make her an offer. 
I personally have no problem with her daughter, our 
niece, being who she is. Her life. Her birthday is 
coming up and I have just the perfect present for her."

William was in his cousin's apartment. It was one of 
the most expensive apartment blocks in Ulan Bataar but 
given that this cousin of his was a single mother who 
worked for a company and had IT skills, she could sure 
as hell afford it. As for why he was in the apartment, 
it was his niece's birthday. Her name was Mika and she 
looked nothing like William, as she had a more Korean-
type face with her face being paler, rounder and her 
hair was dyed brown. She also wore gothic clothes and 
stood at 5 foot 4. Her friends were with her and 
William was with his cousin, Mika's mom.

As Mika was smiling and celebrating with her friends as 
they all drank and watched films by the living room's 
television, William had bought Mika a large present. It 
was a large box which he had managed to place inside 
Mika's room and that she was to open it when all her 
friends were gone.

By the time all of Mika's friends left, it was already 
11PM. Only her "Uncle William" still stayed behind. 
William joined his niece Mika in the living room and he 
was drinking his vodka. His cousin/Mika's mom was still 
by the kitchen. She was letting William do al the 
talking. He had already managed to convince her that 
her own daughter being a lesbian was not a bad thing as 
they were not living in some strict country like Saudi 
Arabia or even in Russia where homophobia was 
considered normal. 

William said to his niece, "So Mika, you are thirteen 
years old today."

"I am Uncle William."

Mika was pretty much mature and was already semi-
independent in her own ways. William then said to her, 
"Your mom told me about you being lesbian."

"Oh she did. What do you think?"

"I think it's cool."

"I knew you'd understand."

"And Mika, I got you a present but you already know 
that I had to put it in your room."

"It is so big. What is it?"

"Actually I got you two presents. One is a big box. 
The other one is a small box."

"You are so cool. Can I open them now?"

"Tell you what. Open them when I am gone. Open both 
your presents when you are about to go to sleep."

"What kind of present is that then?"

"Open the small one first. Once you do that, you must 
open your big present by saying 'Come out slave. Your 
new mistress commands it."

"Cool."

"Oh yes before I forget. You still know how to speak 
Russian."

Mika broke out in laughter. She giggled as if her uncle 
was sounding so silly, "You are so funny."

"I know I am."

"So I open it when I retire for the night."

"That is correct. But when you say those words, you 
must say it in Russian. Do you remember what those
words are?"

"Come out slave. Your new mistress commands it. That 
sounds to me like  something out of some porn bondism 
story."

"You can say something like that."

William finally went home and as he left Mika's 
apartment, he was actually parting with a slave which 
he was won though some lucky wager. But as he left, he 
was actually starting to weep real genuine tears. But 
all good things come to an end, a song sang by Nelly 
Furtado.

But back at Mika's, Mika told her mom that she was 
going to retire to her bedroom for the night. Her mom 
told her, "Have fun with the present."

Mika was inside her bedroom. The box was by her study 
table. The smaller box lied on her bed. Mika closed her 
bedroom door and she changed her ceiling light for her 
lamp light, since it made the room a little bit darker. 

Mika was very excited. She had opened the smaller box 
first and it was as slightly larger than a shoe box. 
But as she opened it, her eyes and jaws dropped. These 
were erotic kinky tools. 

A handcuff. 

A small ball-gag. 

A blindfold. 

A strap-on black dildo underwear. 

A ping pong bat.

Mika smile. Uncle William was really being good to her. 
And that she did not take his "Come out slave" 
statement seriously. She thought that some naked guy 
was going to come out and start stripping in front of 
her. But he did know that she was a lesbian. Did he get 
her a female lesbian stripper for the whole night to 
play with and experiment with.

Mika then looked at the bigger box, as high as 5 foot 
and that while Mika was out, Uncle William, his mom and 
some other people must have arranged this entire box 
inside this bedroom as there was no way they could have 
carried this all the way up here. Mika then told 
herself. Whatever it is, it must be a female stripper 
which was why her mother looked even more gloomier this 
whole day-night. She placed the smaller box on the 
floor.

Mika then said out loud in Russian towards the box, 
"Come out slave. Your new mistress commands it."

The top of the box just opens up and a naked Joan 
surfaces from inside like a stripper emerging out of a 
birthday cake or a harem slave girl emerging out of a 
large human-sized jug. Joan does an erotic dance and 
the reason was that William had already altered her 
brainwave not just with drugs but also with mind 
control hypnotism too. She was to obey whoever said the 
words Mika had just said.

Joan looks at Mika and does an erotic dance, fondling 
her own shaven pussy and exposed big boobs. Joan smiles 
at Mika obediently and said, "Your wish is my command. 
I will respond to a name that you will give me  and 
once I know my new name, I shall always respond to 
that."

Mika was smiling. She had a very beautiful slave woman, 
who looked as if she could have come from the Middle 
East or Southern Europe. To her, they were the most 
beautiful woman on Earth. More so than normal Asian 
women. And more so than those Blonde Russian Natasha's. 
Mika then asked her, "Do you remember your original 
name?"

"Yes I do. It was Joan."

"Ok. I will call you by your old name Joan. So Joan, 
where are you from? Are you Greek? Turkish?"

"I am French mistress."

"Ahh French. I always wanted to have sex with a 
beautiful French woman."

"I will do whatever you tell me to do."

"Ok slave. Come to bed. I want to try something out."

"As you wish mistress."

Joan came and went towards the bed. Mika started lying 
by her bed and patted the side of her bed, as if to 
motion Joan to lie beside her. Joan was only inches 
taller than Mika and had a fit sexy body too. Mika was 
a bit stockier and quite strong herself. Mike started 
stripping off her own clothes and chuck it aside. 

"Now Joan. I want to make love to you."

"Yes mistress."

Joan was now laying her back on Mika's bed. Mika went 
on top of Joan and started giving her French kiss. Joan 
automatically responded and also kissed back. Mika went 
from French kissing to lowering her head towards Joan's 
nape and started kissing and biting at it, licking too.

Mika then went over Joan's right breast and started 
sucking on it and kissing it and licking at it, while 
her other hand fondled Joan's other nipple very 
sensitively.

Mika finally went between Joan's legs and started 
licking Joan's pussy. Joan could experience sexual 
pleasure and because her programming allowed her to, 
she was feeling it. Mika was making love to her.

But Mika stopped and told Joan, "Now I want you to make 
love to me."

"As you wish mistress."

Joan was sucking on Mika's boobs and even licked her 
pussy. And then at one point, Joan lied on the bed 
again and together with Mike on top of her, they were 
performing something called "position 69", where both 
females were licking each other's pussy. But then Mika 
had thought of something else too.

"Slave. I want you to lie down facing the bed and your 
ass facing the ceiling."

"Anything you say mistress."

Joan lay faced down and her ass facing her mistress. As 
Joan lied faced down, Mika pulled both Joan's arms by 
her back and then used the small handcuff to handcuff 
Joan's wrists from behind. Mika also then made Joan 
open her mouth and then placed the small ball-gag. Joan 
could no longer scream, but still moan and breathe. 
Then Mika used the blindfold and blindfolded her slave. 
Joan looked like a nice tasty piece of meat and Mika 
was licking her own lips, saying to her slave, "You 
look nice and tasty."

Mika's more domineering side took over. This was a side 
of her that wanted to let go. To sexually harm others 
and practise bdsm sex on them. Mika then lied on the 
bed next to Joan, but at the same level as Joan's ass. 
With the ping pong bat, Mika started WHACKING Joan's 
ass really hard and so many times. Joan was powerless. 
Tears flowed down Joan's blindfolded eyes, as the ping 
pong bat was hurting her ass. Mika was getting excited 
with power. The more she hit Joan's ass, the more 
sexually excited she got. She was turning the poor 
woman' ass BRIGHT RED. It was redder than any other 
part of her body. 

After hitting her ass with the ping pong bat, she then 
started licking both buttocks. But as she licked Joan's 
RED ASS, even more tears flowed down Joan's ass. It 
really hurts. The moans that Joan could muster were 
music to Mika's ears. As for Mika, tasting and licking 
a red French ass was tasty and she even kissed certain 
parts of it too.

Mika then stopped and she helped re-position Joan as if 
she still faced down but lied on top of a naked Mika. 
Mika made sure that Joan was facing boobs. Mika 
properly positioned Joan's face at her left boob, by 
the nipple. Mika then took out the small ball-gag from 
Joan's mouth and told her slave, "I want you suck on my 
boob."

Joan was sucking on Mika's boob-nipple while Mika was 
fondling with the woman's hair. Mika was saying to her, 
"Mommy loves you. You know that. I do these things to 
you when you are especially naughty. And you are 
naughty for being beautiful."

As Joan kept on sucking, Mika cruelly pulled her by the 
hair and said, "Ok stop slave."

Mika then helped Joan get up from the bed and once 
their feet touched the bedroom floor, Mika had put on 
the strap-on black dildo panty and sat down by the side 
of her bed. She told Joan, "Now on your knees."

Joan went on her knees, right in front of Mika. "Now I 
want you to suck on this."

Mika pulled Joan by her hair and forced her to give a 
blow job to the dildo. Joan was sucking on something 
that tasted horrible but Mike used it to fuck Joan's 
head roughly. Mika laughed but Joan was in pain. After 
being forced to suck on a dildo, Mika pulled her head 
away from it, saying, "I want to fuck your ass."

Mika pushed Joan's upper body, so it bends over the top 
side of the bed. Mika then placed the ball-gag once 
more on Joan's mouth, so her screams could not be heard 
but just her moans. Mika then thrust the dildo up 
Joan's already bruised reddish ass. As Mika continued 
to fuck Joan's ass with the strap-on dildo More tears 
continued to flow down Joan's beautiful cheeks. Mika 
was making her cry a lot tonight literally.

After fucking Joan's ass, Mika then told Joan, "Slave 
get up to the bed."

Joan used her legs to help her leverage her body back 
to the top of the bed. Mike helped Joan re-position 
herself so that her back faced the bed and she faced 
the ceiling. Mika then lied on top of her and fucked 
Joan's pussy with the strap-on dildo, as if it were a 
cock making love to organic flesh-pussy. Mika excitedly 
hammered Joan's sensitive pussy. And was holding on to 
and squeezing at Joan's boobs, sometimes cruelly 
twisting the tied-up woman's nipples.

As Mike was fucking and fucking and fucking Joan's 
body, Mika was telling herself "this was the best 
present Uncle William had ever given me"
Mika was enjoying the night. It was the night of all 
nights and all because of the present (slave) which her 
uncle had gotten for her.

As the night was over and Mika was exhausted, she 
untied her slave and took off her blindfold and ball-
gag. Lights were turned off. Mistress and slave slept 
together in the bed, with Mika hugging slave Joan too 
tightly and her face very close towards Joan's face, 
even kissing her slave on the cheeks, "Good night 
Joan."

Mika kissed Joan lovingly. Joan just responded meekly, 
"Good night mistress."

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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