Submissives of the Colonel

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by Charles Graham


  A shudder of terror raced up her spine as his lips curved into a merciless grin. “So, slave, it seems that you have not escaped me after all. That will cost you dearly, for a slave who attempts to flee and is recaptured, must pay for her mistake. As you will find out…Unless, of course, you can persuade me and my men that you deserve leniency.”

  Belinda fought down her fear and nodded quickly, knowing that she had only one slender hope of avoiding the most severe punishment. If she could somehow please Razak and every single one of his men by her total, abject submission and willingness to satisfy every sexual demand they cared to make, she might…just might…earn herself a reprieve.

  Perhaps…

  If she was very, very lucky.

  Relieved by the signing of the treaty, Mayhew turned to Razak, “I have a question, Your Highness. How did you find out that Arabella and Belinda had been enslaved and were therefore…available…to be included in our negotiations?”

  Razak chuckled, “The physician who carried out their piercings, Colonel. One of many sources of information available to me. Your intentions were then quite clear, and I must admit that your decision to have them ringed was one I agree with whole-heartedly.”

  “I saw no reason not to,” the Colonel replied simply. “They were already full slaves.”

  “They still are,” Razak stated. “And now I intend to make them prove it. My companions and I would be honoured if you and your colleagues cared to join us, Colonel. It would seem a fitting way to mark the end of our past differences.”

  He reached out his hand and, after a momentary hesitation, Mayhew took it…and as Arabella and Belinda saw the soldier and the slaver join forces, both trembled in anticipation of the ordeal to come…

  An ordeal they did not face alone, for at the Colonel’s command and to her appalled misery, Ranee, too, was cuffed, her elbows lashed tightly behind her back and a ring gag forced into her mouth in response to Razak’s comment that in order to fully satisfy six Masters, three was the easiest and most convenient number of slaves……

  The simple truth of which remark was amply demonstrated as each of the helpless trio of slaves was pinned belly-up across the polished table top by strong arms, her mouth and sex immediately filled with thick, rigid shafts as she was forced to serve two Masters at the same time.

  Ranee, still owned by Captain Adams, sucked at his bulging maleness while Sergeant Chaudry plundered her belly. She was relieved that she was not at the mercy of Bohar, tempered by the realisation that she would soon be alone to satisfy the continuing demands of both of her Masters.

  Arabella screamed as Amal’s iron-hard flesh sank deep into her body, but her eyes never left the face of the man she still adored. As Colonel Mayhew smiled and whispered, “Serve me well, slave, for one last time,” she summoned up every ounce of skill and hard-won expertise that she possessed and began to pleasure her love-Master with her soft lips even as her tears rolled down her bulging cheeks.

  There were no soft words for Belinda, for she was a recaptured slave whose Masters intended to impose the most stringent subjugation upon her; and, as Razak plunged his long, swollen maleness through the steel ring stretching her soft lips to bulge her cheeks and bring a choking gasp of horror from her nose, Bohar seized her hips and penetrated her with callous, brutal thrusts of his huge shaft.

  In the brightly lit drawing-room, three collared, ringed, helplessly bound and gagged slaves squealed and whimpered and writhed as their naked bodies were ravaged without mercy by their six ruthless Masters. Devastating slave-orgasms exploded through their bellies as each submitted again and again to the hurricane of sexual fury unleashed within her while their utterly dominant captors forced them to exhibit and surrender to the awesome power of a slave’s intensely passionate subjugation.

  Three slaves…but only Ranee would remain behind in the cellars to serve her soldier-Masters.

  The others, Arabella and Belinda, would be taken to the palace of Razak, the Maharajah of Gadoor, to spend the rest of their lives in the chains of their endless slavery, their pale flesh subject always to the cruel whips of their captors, their ringed breasts and bellies and noses proclaiming their instant submission to any who cared to arouse and take them, their soft lips delivering exquisite pleasure and delight at the command of a Master.

  Held prisoner forever, there would be no escape for the ultimately subjugated, ultimately passionate, ultimately submissive bondage- and sex-slaves who had arrived in India as free, proud Memsahibs…but who had found their destiny in simple iron collars locked around their slender throats.

  Once the captives of the Colonel, they were again the captives of Razak, and their long, arduous journey into total and irrevocable slavery was complete…

  Also by Charles Graham:

  Bondage Hotel

  Olivia Enslaved

  Sisters In Slavery

  Slaves of the Circle T

  For a complete catalogue of Erotic Fiction…

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

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