Felicia by SJ Lewis
It's long past time for Felicia to return to college, but she's having too much fun on the beaches of the Mediterranean, where it's always warm and sunny. She has a lover, an older man who showers her with gifts and attention, and that's another reason for her to stay. But her lover has a wife, a rich, powerful and ruthless woman. When she finds out about her husband's latest infidelity, she's had enough and takes immediate steps to bring her errant spouse to heel. But she has a special kind of punishment in mind for the lovely young girl who led him astray. She has Felicia taken away in the night and put aboard a rusty old tramp steamer. She does not care what happens to the girl after that, so long as she is never seen or heard of again. The captain of the ship is tempted by the lovely young captive, but even more tempted by the money he can get from selling her as a slave to a powerful man that he knows.
No one knows what has happened to her, and no one knows where she is. All Felicia can do is try to endure the humiliation, the harsh treatment, the often painful training and the constant sexual abuse if she hopes to survive. At first she thinks that she is the latest addition to her new master's harem, but she soon learns that she is instead one of a stable of young women whom her owner will share with his friends and business associates.
Includes: bondage, slave training, oral & anal sex, punishment, humiliation and so much more!
“My darling…” Marcello said as he closed the bedroom door behind them that evening. His voice was low and husky, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. Felicia simply smiled back at him, tilting her head to one side. She had worn her hair loose tonight, and one long, curling strand of honey-blonde hair fell across her eye. She wasn’t dressed particularly suggestively, but the dress she wore clung here and draped there in such a way as to accentuate the lush curves of her figure even as it covered them up.
“Yes, my dear Marcello?” she responded coyly. “Is there something that you want?”
“You know that there is,” he said as he slowly came closer to her. “I want you, you lovely temptress. I want you!” He took her in his arms and pulled her close for a kiss. Felicia dropped all pretense of being coy as she put her own arms around him and kissed back. She felt his hands groping for the zipper to her dress and moaned for him. He turned into a wild man, almost tearing the dress off of her in his lustful haste. Felicia moaned again, but inwardly she was laughing, delighted with herself at being so utterly desirable to such a desirable man. She moved in his arms, helping him to remove the dress, stepping out of it when it finally slid to the floor. Now she was in her bra, panties, stockings and high heels and Marcello’s fingers were deftly unhooking the bra. Whenever he was in a hurry to undress her himself she knew that he was aroused to a fever pitch and on the edge of losing control. She loved having such power.
Her bra came loose. He yanked it off of her roughly and seized her breasts with both hands, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers, sucking each nipple in turn before crushing her in his arms and kissing her again, his tongue probing between her parted lips. Incredibly aroused herself now, Felicia deftly slid off her panties, then tore open Marcello’s shirt because unbuttoning it would have taken too long. They were like a pair of animals now, and she loved that too.
They stumbled over to the bed and Marcello pushed her down onto it before letting go of her and stepping back. Felicia writhed on the bed, moaning, as she watched him hastily undress. She kept her legs apart, knowing how much it could inflame him. She still wore her stockings and heels. He kicked aside his briefs and leaped at her, landing short but quickly scrambling up to mount her as she raised her knees and spread them wide. She wrapped her legs around him as he easily penetrated her deeply. He began thrusting wildly, and she moaned again, just as lost in the moment as he was.
Something banged loudly. She barely noticed, too intent on the feel of Marcello’s body against hers, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of his big, hard cock plowing into her wet and swollen pussy. Then, abruptly, he was gone. She heard him cry out in surprise and protest, then the sound of a blow and a groan.