SLAVER'S BAIT: The Taking of Cheryl, Book II by Paul Blades
Held in a remote African country, the kidnapped beauty Cheryl suffers under the brutal regime of Benjamin Stoner. As one of Stoner's wives, she has settled into a life of intense terror mixed with long periods of quiet. She and her sister wives are regularly whipped, while taking solace in the physical pleasure they can give each other. For not responding quickly enough to Stoner's demands, Cheryl is taken to the punishment room where she undergoes a diabolical torture, being pierced and hung from chains. While she endures the ruthless punishment, Stoner is faced with growing unrest in his domain. He takes off to raid a rebel village and capture dozens of native women who will serve as whores for his soldiers.
While Cheryl is being unmercifully tortured, back in New York, her sister Denise has been whisked away by the thug Turk, and taken to his mansion where she’s trained by the older Nora to be Turk's personal sexual submissive. Turk is driven by his powerful obsession for Cheryl and tries to satisfy himself with the sister. He alternates between tender sessions of passionate lovemaking, and brutal beatings, hoping to appease his desires. But still, he's obsessed with having Cheryl back.
He and Nora hatch a plan to trade Denise over the Internet, offering her as the perfect match for her look-alike sister. The scheme is to bait Cheryl's unknown buyers and discover where she has been taken. However, his dangerous rescue mission is complicated by a rebel insurgency and a traitorous partner. Will he get close to his goal only to have it slip from his fingers?
For Cheryl and Denise, their lives seem destined to remain under the control of men whose sole goal is to restrain them. Will they be rescued from one tyrant, only to be locked in chains by another?
Hard action and suspense combine in this erotica thriller. Intense graphic content, includes extreme bondage, submissive training, punishment, humiliation, piercing, bullwhips, coercion, and hard, often rough sex.
“Good, good,” the old lady said. She put aside the bowl and glass and motioned for Denise to rise. She was confined by the chain that led from the collar around her neck to an eyebolt lodged near the floor in the wall opposite the door. If she remained near the pallet, Denise could just stand up. She was unsteady when she rose and the old lady grabbed her arm and helped her. She took out a key and unlocked the chain from the wall. “Come, come,” she instructed Denise as she led the way from the cell, pulling Denise along as on a leash.
The cell led into a large carpeted room. It was luxurious compared to Denise’s cell. The woman led Denise to the other side of the room where they entered a large bathroom. In the middle of the floor was a sunken tub, lined with sand colored tiles. Standing next to the tub, the woman turned on the water and began to fill it. She motioned for Denise to get into the tub. Afraid to disobey the woman, Denise got in and sat down on a step. The tub was filling fast and she could feel the warm water as it crept up her legs. The old lady had affixed Denise’s chain to a bolt in the floor near the tub. To Denise’s surprise, she raised her dress, tied it into a knot at her hip, removed her shoes and thick, beige support stockings and joined Denise in the tub.
She proceeded to wash Denise from her head to her toes. The woman used a large, soft sponge to soap up Denise’s body. She washed her breasts, her legs and the fulcrum of her thighs. Denise’s hands were still bound behind her and the woman lifted her arms so that she could wash under them, causing Denise to utter a soft cry of pain. “Shhhhhh,” the woman hissed. Denise did not want another lesson in obedience from the woman and so she held her tongue.
The old lady rinsed Denise’s body with a hose attached to the faucet and then sat on the edge of the tub motioning Denise to squat down. Denise crouched before her and the woman carefully washed Denise’s long, blond hair.
“Who is this old lady?” Denise thought, as she felt her scalp carefully and thoroughly massaged. It actually was calming to have the woman bathe her and attend to her so gently. The strong fingers worked their way across her skull releasing some of Denise’s tension. It was strange to be comforted by the soft murmurings of the old lady and her practiced hands while all the while she was chained and bound, a prisoner in some strange dungeon.
When the bath was over, the woman led Denise over to a stool in front of a vanity. There she carefully dried and combed Denise’s hair. All of the time she was caring for Denise she kept up a melodious chatter in her native language. Intermittently, she would begin to sing a few verses of a song. Denise felt that she was being treated as a young daughter, or rather, more accurately, as a pet. Apparently, she had been entrusted into this woman’s care as some form of household animal. Just as you would groom a prized dog, she had been bathed and her hair combed and brushed. She wasn’t expected to talk back, because pets don’t talk.
As if to emphasize this, after the woman had carefully brushed Denise’s teeth and assisted her in rinsing her mouth, she pulled the mask and gag that Denise had been wearing in her cell from the pocket of her bulky dress. Seeing the gag, Denise felt her heart sink. She had been lulled by the woman’s gentle and kindly ministrations and had momentarily forgotten that she was a prisoner. Denise hesitated in opening her mouth. The woman looked at her sympathetically and patted her head uttering soft, unintelligible phrases. Denise knew that she had no ability to resist the return of the mask and gag to her body. She feared another application of the whip. With a small tear running down from the corner of her eye, she forlornly opened her mouth. The woman reinserted the gag, affixed the attached mask to the lower portion of Denise’s face and locked it behind her head.
Denise expected to be taken back to her cell when the woman had finished caring for her, but she was mistaken. When they left the bathroom, they ascended a long set of stone stairs. It led to a small landing and another steel door. The old lady pressed a button on the side of the door. After a few moments, a small barred window in the door was opened and a man’s grizzled, old face showed itself. He looked at the woman, who issued a sharp complaint. Mumbling something, he unlocked the door from the outside and opened it.
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