Enslaved in the Orient E-Book

Nancy Williams

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 58

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Isabella, a young, very attractive woman, works as a laboratory assistant during the day. At night, she goes on tour in the hottest clubs in her city. She is introduced to people who pretend to be business associates of her companion. In truth, they are looking for girls like Isabelle to take them to the Orient to sell to rich clients. Isabella serves as a sex slave to a wide variety of men. And even finds partial pleasure in it.

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Enslaved in the Orient

An Erotic SM Story

by

Nancy Williams

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Title: Enslaved in the Orient

Autor: Nancy Williams

ISBN: 9783959248228

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Enslaved in the Orient

Enslaved in the Orient

At that time, I was twenty-five years young. I, Isabella, looked attractive and worked as a medical-technical assistant in a renowned laboratory. Because I only worked six hours a day and didn't really earn much, I had a part-time job as a model. This was a lot of fun and, above all, gave me access to the city's trendy clubs. I got to know many interesting and influential people. Of course, I enjoyed being the center of attention. Enjoyed the attentions and flattery of well-heeled gentlemen. Did not say no when they invited me to their yachts and showered me with gifts.

During the day I was the little employee and at night the hip and sought-after model. All in all, I was very happy with my life. Until the day when my life should change completely!

*

It's Friday night. I have a date with a rich entrepreneur in the hottest club in Hamburg. He is no longer the youngest but always very correct and not insinuating. He cares a lot about my company. He likes me and appreciates that I not only look pretty, but am quite capable of talking to him about God and the world. My general knowledge is on a high level. I think I can claim to be a charming and entertaining companion.

The evening begins very pleasantly. It seems to become promising. My companion has an appointment with other gentlemen in the club. I am already curious about the gentlemen. They come from the Far East and are in Hamburg for business reasons. Maybe they will invite me to their home country, I think to myself secretly.

Jeffrey, the name of my companion, makes fun of me and winks at me, telling me to watch out. Arabs are keen on beautiful blondes and I would probably be the most beautiful of them. He is like that, always humorous and courteous.

And there they are. I am amazed. The two gentlemen look really very attractive, have the best manners and are very charming. Unfortunately, I do not understand their language. That's why I can't follow their conversation. Since Jeffrey feels the same way, we talk separately until the gentlemen switch back to our language.

I ask them what kind of business brought them to Germany. I get no answer. Just as if I had never asked this question, they move on to another topic. Well, if they don't want to talk about it, they must have their reasons. Maybe they are in Germany on behalf of their government and are not allowed to talk about it. It doesn't really matter.

It's already late. I would like to say goodbye slowly. This is not only because the clock already shows a quarter to one, but more because the Arabs are getting pushy. Jeffrey said goodbye half an hour ago. He has to work on the weekend. Very clearly and unmistakably I made it clear to the gentlemen that I do not belong to the kind of ladies who spend the night with their companions after a nice evening. The two Arabs wish me to stay. They ask me to have a last glass of champagne with them. I don't want to be rude and agree.

They must have understood my message, because now there is no more ribaldry. On the contrary, we have found our way back to a very charming chat. It didn't stay with just one glass. Osman - that's the name of one of the two gentlemen - is just getting a new bottle, while I am dancing with Hakim, his partner. Back at the table, Osman has already refilled our glasses. I am a bit heated and quickly finish my glass.

Suddenly I feel dizzy. I say goodbye, want to leave. The gentlemen are gentlemen. They say they will put me in a cab. Suddenly it gets dark around me.

*

I wake up. My eyes have a hard time getting used to the darkness. I want to get up and pull back the curtains.

Where am I?

How long have I been asleep and what am I doing here?

Why can't I get up and why am I naked, where are my clothes?

My limbs are heavy as lead. I manage to get to my feet only with difficulty. Everything beneath me is swaying. Horrified, I realize that there are no curtains. A room without windows. Dazed, I try to find a door. I can feel it. It is locked. Slowly, panic spreads through me. I frantically try to reconstruct last night. Oh my God! I remember the two Arabs. And I can suddenly explain to myself why they were suddenly so nice and courteous again.

I start shouting, getting louder and louder. Finally I scream, tears run down my cheeks and I start to get hysterical. I scream, listen to the silence and scream again.

To no avail. No one seems to hear me.

Exhausted, I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. Although I am afraid, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A bright light wakes me up. A strange man, tall, muscular and scary, stands before me. Again I realize that I am naked. I try to cover my nakedness with a blanket. I succeed more badly than well. But this does not seem to interest the muscle man. He makes me understand that I should get up and come along. I refuse, after all I am naked. Brutally, the guy pulls me down from the bed and behind him. I am cold. I am terribly afraid. What do these guys want from me. He drags me through a long dark corridor. At the end, a light is on. I hear men's voices, which get louder and louder as we get closer and closer.

Somehow I have to get away from here. Unsuccessfully. The big hands of the muscleman hold me like vices. He whispers to me that it would be better for me if I did what is required of me. If my life is dear to me, I should rather be docile, not ask any questions.

Just as I am about to ask him where I am and how I should understand all this, we are standing in a large reception hall. Osman and Hakim are waiting for me. They beckon me to join them. I try to cover my nakedness with my arms and hands. Apparently amused, the two look at each other. They make me understand that they will not only see my flawless body, but also use it. And not only them. A cold shiver runs down my spine. I scream at the two, wanting to know what they want from me and what I have done to them.

Sounding laughter. The answer is simple: I have done nothing but they want me, my unused and flawless body. I wanted to know from them in the club what business they had to Germany. Now I know, they were in Germany to find the perfect woman for their clients. Young, beautiful, fertile and intelligent.

I'm getting a little curious - they were in Germany?

What does that mean?