Once Samsara cut Vicki’s collar from my neck, she and I left the church in Chicago and went on the longest flight of my life. We rode in the limo to the airport nude and no one cared. I was entering a life where this was normal. All thoughts to the contrary were left in that basement. I was given strict instructions by Samsara to sleep on the flight. The church took a lot out of me so that was no problem. Believe it or not, I dreamed of true slavery – a life without choice.
After being in the air for almost twenty-four hours, we finally touched down in the dead of night on some island. We were brought by armed guards to a mansion on a hill and escorted to the study. Samsara sat behind the desk, and I across from her.
She exhaled a breath and explained slowly. “Okay, Stacy, this is it. You need to know that this is a series of moves designed to get you into real slavery. No way out. Each step, once taken, can’t be undone. Ever. After this, you are my personal slave. My property. Are you certain you want to do this?”
I spread my legs in the chair in which I was sitting and started to rub my pussy. “Have you done this before?”
Now slightly distracted and turned on she replied, “Yes, for thousands of women – mostly from the US, but some from the UK and Europe.”
Licking two of my fingers, I inserted them into myself and nodded. “Yes, I’m certain.”
She pressed a hidden button under the desk and a few of the panels on the walls slid down, revealing giant TV screens. A keyboard slid up from the desktop. Looking at the screens I saw TV news channels from around the world and my social media sites.
“We’ve hacked into everything you’re seeing on the screen…twenty-four-hour cable news, social media, regular news sites the world over, even organized crime like Yakuza, Triads, and Bratva. All the video you’ve shot since the bookstore is ready to be uploaded. In some cases, it will be taken down in minutes and in others, it will be up for days. If you want to burn your life down – press the enter key in front of you.”
Maintaining eye contact with her, I pulled the fingers from my pussy, gently placed them on the ‘enter’ key, and stroked it one single time.
The TV screens around the room blinked black for a moment, then my sexcapades began to show up. …it was all there. The fifty-one men in the adult book store, the diner, the mother and son I coupled, my own father becoming a cuck, and especially that basement in the church – including my ‘storm’ passing – all of it.
She allowed me a good fifteen minutes to take it all in and just watch. It was what I had been working so hard to do, and now that it was happening, it felt better than expected.
The twenty-four-hour news sites were the first to cut their feed but it took ten more minutes than I thought. Social media didn’t come down at all, and I’m sure it would take days.
Looking at Samsara, she was smiling. “How does it feel?”
I looked back at the screens, then at her. “Freeing. Probably for the first time in my life, I am what I made – not what someone else wants me to be. There will be fallout from this, of course. Worldwide media has a news story to cover for days. What’s my next step towards real slavery?”
She leaned back in her chair, put her hands in her lap and said, “Though this island is in British waters, the whole place is an embassy of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania – where slavery is legal – and I’m a diplomat of theirs, so those immunities apply to me no matter where I go on the planet. Are you with me so far?” she asked concerned.
I smiled, and went back to rubbing my pussy. “Yes, I am.”
She slid me two sheets of paper – one in English and one in Arabic. “These papers allow you to renounce your citizenship to the United States, which makes you a woman without a country. At that point, I can claim you as my slave. A real slave, Stacy. It means I control your life in every detail, though I’ll always take your desires into account. I won’t violate that, but I’ll take you in unexpected directions.”
To drive home her point, she took a black iron slave collar out of her desk. and laid it on top, “This is the kind of slavery I mean, Stacy. This is what you’re signing on for.”
Coming around the desk to her side, I guided her to her feet, and slid two fingers deep into her pussy then I smiled, kissed her passionately, and replied. “One where I can’t look you in the eyes? Can’t say no to any adult for sex? Public whore? Life in a dark, musty basement, chained to a wall? Fed scraps from your table? A bucket for my toilet needs? Because that’s what I need,” I said running my fingers deeper inside her and finding her G spot.
She pulled her head back enough to look me in the eyes, then held the collar up in front of my face and replied, ‘Yes! FUCK that turns me on, whore!”
Without another word, she slammed the iron collar around my neck and locked it.
Forever.
I finger fucked her harder and asked, “And how is it you’re not a slave, Samsara?”
She returned the kiss and bent me over the desk. Less than a minute later I felt a very large dildo entering my pussy. The longest I’d ever taken. I winced and grunted through the pain.
“Because…,” she began. “I was hired to find white western women and move them into this world of voluntary sex slavery. I’ve never met one that regrets it.”
Slowly she pushed into me and I felt like I was being split in half. “I’ll tell you this, whore – there’s more to this than you can dream. You can sign the papers, or be taken back home. Your choice.”
Grabbing onto the other side of the desk with both hands, I braced myself. “What happened to the thousands of women you’ve freed?”
I felt her body hit mine, which meant she was fully inside of me. “They’re sold like cattle to other people – but they get to choose their path. Some become breeders, some become street whores, others work in brothels. They’re all real slaves, though and it’s what they want. In short, they live happily ever after.”
Lifting my feet off the ground to give her more leverage I asked, ‘Why not sell me as well?”
She slowly pulled out to the head of her device and let me feel the relief for a second before gradually pushing back in. “You have a special talent to free others and show them their true identity. I need that, so you’re mine if you sign the papers in front of you. I still honor free will.”
Looking back at her briefly I explained calmly, “I don’t want free will. I want slavery.“
She put one hand on my hip, and moved the other to my clit and rubbed it hard as she pounded me. “Then sign, cunt!”
I managed to tear my hands away from the other side of the desk, grab a pen and sign my name on the bottom of the sheets, revoking my citizenship rights to the U.S.
She rubbed my clit harder. Faster. She threw technique out the window and sloppily hammered me with her oversized dildo. “I hereby claim you as mine, whore.”
With that, she put both hands on my shoulders and began to drive into me as hard as she could – as fast as she could. She pulled me back into her thrust after thrust, slamming the dildo home. I yelled in pleasure at the top of my lungs.
“Please! I surrender my free will! I beg you to make all my choices for me, Samsara!” I cried reaching under my body and rubbing my clit.
A man came into the study from the balcony. I recognized him as ‘Anubis’. He walked casually over to me, lifted up his robe and slid his already rock-hard cock into my mouth. Looking down at me he said, “Actually, here she’s known as ‘Suma’, and it means ‘moonlight’.”
He pushed all the way into my throat and held it there for a few seconds.
She shoved in all the way with her dildo and held it deep as she said, “I’m naming her ‘Sharmuta’. It means ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’.”
Looking back at my owner I cried, “Fuck…I’m going to cum!” while rubbing my clit with more pressure.
Knowing my weak spot as she did, she rammed into me and held it while moving her hips in circles. “Cum, Sharmuta!”
My knees pulled up on the desk out of instinct, and my ass arched up into the air. Without wanting to, I began to curl into a ball, and pulled away from Anubis – not to worry, he moved closer to me to keep his cock in my mouth.
It built inside my stomach – like all good orgasms do. I reached out in front of me and grabbed Anubis by the hips and found myself pulling his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I dug my nails into his hips hard. To his credit, he didn’t make a sound from that but he was close to exploding. I shifted one of my hands down to his balls and gave them a firm squeeze, then rolled them around in the palm of my hand.
I twisted onto my side as I started to cum for Suma. I was gasping for air but I wasn’t about to take his cock out of my mouth – he felt fantastic, and he was about to cum! I hadn’t fucked anyone since Chicago and I was a hungry sharmuta!
Knowing I was climaxing, Suma drug her nails deeply and slowly down my ass. My legs began to uncurl and kick at the open air. That sent Anubis over the edge. He grabbed my face with both hands and shoved himself down my throat. Though it went straight down, I still tasted him and wished I could hold his load in my throat.
His last push – when he shot the last of it – he growled, “FUCK!” He held his cock deep and began twitching, squeezing my head tightly in his hands. About a minute later he was done. He let his robe back down, and vanished back into the night from whence he came.
Suma knew I wasn’t done cumming but pulled out of me anyway. She spun me around on the desk, removed her dildo, and shoved her pussy in my face. Not wasting time, I slid three fingers deep inside of her and sucked her clit. She closed her knees around my head like a vice and grabbed me by my hair tightly, pulling me flat against her body. I moved one of my hands down to my own pussy and finger fucked myself hard…still creaming.
Our breathing became synchronous, rapid, and shallow. Still finger fucking her hard I looked up at her and cried, “Swear it.! Swear you’ll give me the life I seek!”
She replied without looking down at me. She couldn’t. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. “Swear you fucking want it, whore! Swear that you’re surrendering all power to me!”
Before resuming sucking on her clit I cried, “I so swear!” continuing to climax on my own hand.
She squeezed my head hard with her knees as she began to orgasm on my fingers. “Then so do I, you fucking sharmuta! I’ll take complete control of you and your body.” She paused for a few moments and screamed. “FUCK! DAMMIT! Your…fucking…TONGUE!”
Twisting hard, she brought both of us to the floor but I didn’t let go of her. She was where I wanted her – in the throes of lust. Putty in my hands. She grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved hard, still cumming even as I licked it out of her. I slowly but deeply drug my fingernails down her inner thighs. Still erotic but bringing her down slowly.
With her laying flat on her back but still tremoring, I crawled up her body and while I was looking her in the eyes, pulled my fingers from her pussy and slid them in my mouth…then gradually withdrew them, savoring her juices. I put my fingers in her, took another sample of her, then inserted my fingers in her mouth. She took them deep and slowly drew them out, loving her own taste.
We were sweating out of every pore we had, and doing so profusely. I laid next to her, with her arm under my shoulders with both of us trying to catch our breath while staring up at the ceiling.
Without knowing why, I began to laugh. It started as a slight chuckle but grew to a full belly laugh. “FUCK, that was fun!”
She rolled over on top of me, kissed me on the lips, and said with a wink, “I’m going to control your whole life…every thought, every part of you inside and out – and you’re going to love me for it. Trust me. Okay? It’s a fine line to walk…respecting your free will while still making choices for you but I will. I promise.”
I slid down her exhausted body and began to lick her pussy clean. She opened her legs widely, rested her heels in the small of my back, and held my head in place. “Spend ten minutes cleaning me, then get your sharmuta ass downstairs where there’s a cell waiting on you. Chain yourself to the wall and lock the iron bar door.”
Now it was her turn to laugh as she laid on her back while looking up at the ceiling.
Looking down the length of her body at me, she said, ” ‘Sharmuta’. It fits you.”