Abby is kidnapped from her poor family in the village in the dead of night. She is taken as a potential sex slave to Slater, a billionaire on the hunt for his new prize. His massive wealth feeds his deviance and he is able to get away with anything. The authorities are even at his mercy as many of them take advantage of his, well, "sex gods" as he likes to put it.
He is seeking a petite blonde to add to his "collection." Although, he specifically only wants her exclusively to himself. He already has Jasmine, the fiery brunette, and Layla, the fun-loving and obedient red head. His latest blonde managed to escape his mansion, and Slater did not bother looking for her. He grew tired of her, anyways. She was not appreciative of all the riches he bestowed upon her as a part of his "tasty trio" and she often failed to bring him to orgasm during fallacio.
Jasmine has been his slave for four years and Layla two. They both come from poor, disadvantaged families and decided not to escape. Jasmine is Slater's current favourite because she gives the best oral, but Layla has the tighter pussy. Jasmine has grown to have feelings for Slater so she gets extremely jealous of Layla, but she will never admit it. Layla is just happy to have shelter, food, and the occasional Chanel bag doesn't hurt.
Slater thinks very highly of himself and likes to think that he can offer these poor women a better life. Living in luxury at the top of a mountain overlooking the ocean and plush forest land. Everything they want and dream of they can have.
The only catch?
They are to meet every sexual desire. Every fantasy. Any time of day or night as he pleases. And Slater has a soft spot for his girls but he also enjoys implementing disciplinary action when necessary.
Slater sees himself as a kind and merciful man, despite, well, kidnapping women to satisfy his taste and dark desires. How so? He plays a game with the new arrivals. Simply put: if they orgasm, they must stay and remain his slave. If not, they are free to go. May the odds be ever in Abby's favour.
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Abby enters the great hall, blind folded, hands tied behind her back, and terrified. She's begging with the two men leading her up the staircase to let her go. They, of course, ignore her and continue to half drag her up the steps. Her hesitancy to comply forces the kidnappers to shift gears and one lifts her up over his shoulder, carrying her to her prospective Master in what appears to be a thin, silky white nightgown.
She is taken into Slater's bedroom, a mansion in itself. It is 1am, but he is very much awake and excited for what is about to take place.
"Ah, come in!" Slater exclaims with sinister enthusiasm. Jasmine is wearing a black lacy bra and panties smoking a cigarette to the far left and Layla, with a thin and short plum coloured nighty chimes "come in come in!"
"She'll be coming in no time" Jasmine utters with a sour tone under her breath.
"We hope you're not disappointed, we searched all day and found this sweet girl in the park reading. She matches your desired description, don't you think?"
"Fellas, fellas, let me take my time to examine her first, you may be excused. Lock the doors on your way out. There's no way this little one is going to escape. What's your name?" Slater asks, slowly approaching her cold and partly exposed body.
"P p p p please, I just want to go home. I don't know where I am and I don't know who you are. Please, let me go, and I won't say any..."
"Shhhh shhh shhh" Slater says as he places his finger gently on her plump lips. "I asked you very nicely, and I'll ask again, what is your name?"
"My... my name is Abby."
"Abby... that's a very pretty name."
"Yeah, so cute" mouthed Jasmine, sarcastically.
"Oh shut up, Jas" Layla spat.
"Thanks Lay, and don't mind Jasmine, Abby, she's just jealous."
Slater continues to place his finger so very gently on her lips, gliding it from side to side. already getting extremely aroused. But tonight is not about his own gratification, he reminds himself.
"Now, Abby, I'm going to need to inspect you before we can continue tonight's game. Although, I don't even think it's necessary considering I already find you extremely attractive. Layla?" Slater gestures her to come over from the emerald couch she is sitting on. "Kindly remove all of her clothes."
"What? No, please, I beg you, no!" Abby pleads while contemplating what sort of game is in store.
"It's okay, Abby, it's okay. I know this must be very frightening for you, but please try to stay calm" Layla says as an attempt to comfort her while placing both hands on the side of her face. "My name is Layla, and I'm going to help you take off your clothes. I'm going to have to untie your hands but you're instructed not to remove your blind fold, do you understand?"
"Layla, please..."
"Do you understand?" Layla reiterates, more firmly this time.
"Yes, I understand" Abby says, defeated.
Slater takes the scene in with a devilish grin. Layla, as trained, very slowly takes Abby's clothes off, making sure to put on a show in each moment as per his desire.
Abby is officially standing in the middle of the room, naked as day. Slater remains speechless, as he circles around her, drinking the sight of her like a fine wine.
And she is a sight for sore eyes. Abby is petite with golden blonde hair, luscious lips, and behind the blind fold she has the biggest blue eyes. Her skin is as soft as the day she was born. Her breasts are firm and perky, and she possesses a delicious round ass. She checks off all the marks.
"Abby... you're beautiful" Slater exclaims, and Jasmine shoots him an annoyed look.
"You are gorgeous, Abby" Layla says, in the most genuine and kind way.
