SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

bel at any time, I will return you to Frank, and his boys will turn you into a bleeding bag of jello! Is that clear enough for you?"

"God! You mean that if I want to keep from having all my bones broken, I have to become your little girl's toy?"

"Toy!" said Janet. "What an excellent way to put it! Yes! You will be her dolly. Her living dolly. You will be a companion for her. You will learn to serve her as well, and there will be additional training I will wish you to have.

"That's the deal. Do you think you could do that for one year? Or do you prefer pain and possible death at the hands of Frank's goons? It won't be painful, just embarrassing. What do you say? I need an answer now."

'Oh, God!' I thought to myself. 'What a choice! This is too weird! Slavery? I thought it ended long ago. But this woman and her daughter behave like it was an everyday thing. They want me to be a little girl's toy. Rocco and Joe? I'd most likely die. My 5'1", 127 pound body would break quite easily in their hands. I want to live!! I must accept her offer.'

"I have no choice, Ma'am. I don't want to be killed. I'll agree to be your daughter's slave for one year."

Janet knelt and took my face in her hands.

"Are you sure? You will be obedient and quiet and docile and give us no problems.?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, it that's what will save me from Frank's men."

Janet let go of my face, returned to the desk and wrote out a check for Frank.

"Here you go, Frank, eight grand," she said, handing the check to him.

"Good going, creep," said Frank. "This way I get the money you welshed on! I won't be surprised if you end up wishing you'd taken the beating! Good luck, Dolly!"

He started laughing and left the room.

Janet walked back over to where I lay tied on the floor and looked down at me.

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