Bondage Girls

Three increasingly dark tales of girls in bondage; meeting Betty Page, girl initiated into trade at SM club, young American girl's descent from heiress to street whore, via almost every kind of brutality and degradation imaginable, sold at auction, used as guide dog.

I stared at Miss Betty Page, dressed in a gray/black stripe jersey dress with black stockings.

Chloe gasped into the first woman's cunt, as her anus was forced open and filled.

Each stroke buried the phallus to its hilt, pressing the woman's crotch against Chloe's buttocks.

Chloe shuddered as the women reached for her breasts and tightly pinched both of her nipples, then slipped her little fingers through Chloe's nipple rings and drew her to her feet by tugging on them.

I was no woman, just a bitch in the service of the master.

That first night, Fatima beat me, as if I had infringed the rules.

I felt sexually aroused. At times I dreamt of home and family. My white skin, blonde hair and green eyes were a great draw.