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Subject: {ASSM} Megan's Fantasy by Laura Lynn Davis M/F, F/F, Rape, Bondage
Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 18:10:06 -0500
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Megan's Fantasy by Laura Lynn Davis M/F, F/F, Rape, Bondage
Copyright 2002


	My name is Megan Mallory and I fantasized for years about being sold into 
slavery.  My fantasies started when I was sophomore in high school and read 
a bodice-ripper about an English girl who's captured by pirates and sold 
into slavery.  I got very wet while I read about her being stripped and 
displayed nude while frantic bidders vied to buy her.

	My fantasies continued through high school and college.  I grew up to be a 
tall, athletic blonde with a nice body and long, beautiful legs.  I'm fairly 
pretty but I'm not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination.  My long 
sleek legs and my full, firm breasts are my best features.

	After college, I met a guy named Bill and fell in love.  We got married and 
for a while everything was great.  I told him about my fantasy and he 
thought it was very erotic.  We built on it and got into some mild S&M.  
Then, after two years of marriage, we woke up one day and realized we 
weren't in love anymore.

	We were headed for divorce when Bill came home one day and asked me how I'd 
like to live out my fantasy.  I listened as he explained that he'd made a 
contact that could arrange for me to be sold into slavery.  I was excited 
beyond belief.  Bill warned me that I'd spend the rest of my life as a slave 
and might wind up in a brothel somewhere.  Or worse.

	It was a sobering thought and I thought about it for several days.  But, 
ultimately, the chance to live out my fantasy was too tempting to pass up, 
even if I wound up starring in a snuff film.  I know it sounds crazy but I 
really, really wanted to experience being sold.

	Bill and I filed for divorce.  I told my family and friends that I was 
going away to rebuild my life.  I flew to Los Angeles.  Bill joined me a 
week later and we flew to Lima, Peru.  From there we went on a week-long 
series of flights before arriving at our final destination.

	Finally, in a drafty warehouse somewhere in Asia, Bill turned me over to 
the people who'd sell me, three smiling Asian men in their late thirties or 
early forties.  My hands were cuffed behind my back and my clothes were cut 
off.  I was examined right there with Bill watching.  It was deliciously 
exciting to be prodded and poked by complete strangers while nude and 
helpless.  When they were satisified with the merchandise they paid Bill 
$10,000 for me.  Then they watched while I sank to my knees and sucked his 
cock for the last time.

	After Bill left, my new owners fucked me and sodomized me.  I cried when 
they spread my buttocks and took turns fucking me in the ass.  It was at 
that moment that I realized that I truly was a slave.  I was property, 
bought and paid for, owned by people who wouldn't hesitate to do whatever 
they wanted with me.  It was terrifying and intensely exciting.

	My new owners amused themselves with me for a couple of weeks.  They took 
me to Hong Kong and kept me in a cabin on a boat docked in the harbor.  I 
was fucked every day at least four or five times.  I got used to taking it 
in the ass.  Sometimes, I took in the ass while sucking cock.  I was a 
slave, a slut, and I gloried in it.

	After they'd satisfied themselves I was turned over to a woman in her late 
thirties named Jade Hsiu.  She and two pretty teenaged girls prepared me for 
sale.  They shaved me, cut my hair, and had my nipples pierced and fitted 
with delicate gold rings.  A stainless steel stud was put through the base 
of my clit, to keep me in a constant state of sexual arousal.

	Jade and the girls trained me to please a woman with my fingers and tongue 
- in case I was sold to a woman.  At first I resisted but after being 
whipped into submission I learned to eat pussy.  When I could bring both 
girls to orgasm within ten minutes I was pronounced fit to be sold.

	The auction took place in a comfortable room in a warehouse near the docks. 
  I was bathed and had my hair dried and styled.  Blossom and Willow 
massaged me with fragant oils so that my skin gleamed.  A compound in the 
oil made my nerve endings more sensitive.  They put leather restraints on my 
wrists and ankles.  My wrists were secured behind my back.  Tight clamps 
were fastened to my nipples.  The pain energized me.

	Willow, the prettier of the two girls, placed a collar around my neck and 
fastened it so that it was snug.  She snapped a leash onto the collar and 
led me up onto the block to be sold.  Before the sale began I was put 
through my paces - I sucked cock, was fucked, and took one cock in my ass 
while sucking another.  Then, as a finale, I went down on Willow.  I had to 
bring her to orgasm within two minutes or I'd be strung up by my ankles and 
whipped to death.  There were ten seconds left when she came.

	I stood facing the crowd while I was sold.  Willow stood next to me and 
stroked my buttocks while the bidding went on and on.  It seemed like an 
hour but I was actually sold within two minutes.  I learned later that I'd 
been sold for the equivalent of $105,000 U.S. dollars.

	Willow led me down from the block and turned me over to my new owner, a 
Chinese woman in her late twenties.  Willow tugged my leash and I sank to my 
knees and licked my new owner's hand as a sign of my submission.  Her name 
is Lydia Chow and she's a wealthy business woman with extensive holding 
around the world.  Lydia was 30 at the time, a slender, delicately 
attractive woman with a nice smile.

	She took my leash and led me out to a waiting limousine.  She relaxed in 
her seat and put me on my knees in front of her.  I spread my knees for 
balance and stared down at the floor as I'd been trained to do.  I swayed as 
the limousine sped up the winding road to her estate on Victoria's Peak.  
She spent the entire time on her cell phone, speaking in what I later 
learned was Cantonese.

	When we reached her house I was turned over to a servant who took me to a 
luxurious bathroom where I was allowed to shower and wash my hair.  Then, 
clean and dry, I was given a long silk robe and escorted to Lydia's private 
suite of rooms on the second floor.

	Lydia had changed into shorts and a silk T-shirt.  She was sitting on a 
leather sofa, watching CNN.  She beckoned me forward and I walked over to 
her, sinking to my knees at her feet.  She smiled and instructed me to 
remove the robe.  I obeyed without hesitation.

	She muted the television.  "Megan, I understand that you became a slave 
willingly.  Is that true?"

	I nodded, eyes downcast, and answered in a respectful tone.  "Yes, ma'am."

	"Good.  That's one of the reasons I bought you.  The fact that you're big 
and strong and rather pretty are the others.  I'm going to ask you a series 
of questions.  If you answer no to anyone one of them I'll have you placed 
in a high-class brothel I own.  If you're a good whore you'll be able to 
earn your freedom in five years, with enough money to live comfortably for 
the rest of your life.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, ma'am."

	"Very well.  I bought you to be my bodyguard, personal assistant, and to 
warm my bed.  I've been told that you were hoping to be purchased by a man.  
Will you serve me loyally?"

	I bent and kissed her bare foot.  "Yes, ma'am."

	"I need a sign of loyalty from you.  Will you sacrifice a body part to 
prove your willingness to server me faithfully?"

	I shivered in fear but my answer was the same.  "Yes, ma'am."

	"Get up and walk over to the table in the corner by the television.  You'll 
find a pair of shears there and a towel.  I want you to bring them back 
here."

	I got up and walked over to the table.  The shears were new and very sharp. 
  A common brand found in almost every garden center in the world.  The 
towel was thick terrycloth.  I brought them back to Lydia and sank to my 
knees in front of her.

	I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye.  A young Chinese woman, 
also nude, had entered the room.  She was carrying a length of wire in her 
hand, with wooden handles on each end.  She stopped behind me and looped the 
wire around my neck.

	"Remove the tip of the little finger on your left hand.  At the first 
joint.  If you fail I'll assume you cannot be trusted and you'll be 
strangled."

	I began to cry but I did as I was told.  I snipped the tip of my finger 
off, amazed at how easily the shears sliced through my finger.  I screamed 
as I did it.  Then I dropped the shears and wrapped the towel around the 
stump.  I stared up at Lydia with tears streaming down my cheeks.  "Please, 
have me strangled if I don't please you."

	She snapped her fingers and the wire was removed.  The woman left and Lydia 
pulled my head down onto her lap and stroked my hair while I sobbed.  A few 
minutes later a female doctor entered the room and gave me a shot for the 
pain.  She cleaned my finger and bandaged the stump.  She also gave me a 
tetanus shot.

	Three days later I left for six months of rigorous training in the art of 
personal protection.  When I returned I slipped into my role of bodyguard, 
personal assistant, and bed warmer.  I was tested again when I returned.  
This time I had to stand with my hand on a chopping block and endure having 
the rest of the little finger on my left hand cut off with a dull knife.  I 
screamed in agony as Lydia hacked my finger off but I didn't move a muscle.

	The same doctor came and took care of my finger again.  She was quick and 
efficient and I felt much better after she was gone.  I went to bed and 
slept through the afternoon and on through the night.

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	By day I wear the finest suits available from Ralph Lauren, Armani, and 
other top designers.  My blouses and lingerie are French, the best money can 
buy and all silk.  My stockings are also silk.  My shoes are handmade in 
Italy from the finest leather.  If we go to a function in the evening, a 
party or a reception, I wear gowns from Dior and other top names.  But, when 
we're alone in a secure location, I'm kept nude, for Lydia's pleasure.

	She treats me well because it's good business since she has a significant 
investment in me.  I'm valuable property and nothing more but, I enjoy my 
life.  I dress well, eat well, and travel all over the world.  I see to 
Lydia's every need and she takes care of mine.  She's even hired a man whose 
only task is to fuck me regularly.  He's a tall, strikingly handsome black 
man with a cock as thick as my wrist and a good 8" long.  Lydia doesn't care 
for men but she knows that I need cock regularly to be truly content.  My 
tubes have been tied so pregnancy is not an issue.

The End


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