Lost in Lisbon

This is a spin-off of Sofia's story, the teacher sentenced to 7 years of slavery and 500 lashes for negligent homicide. The story unfolds in contemporary Portugal, but in an alternate reality where slavery and corporal punishment replace fines and prison. These events follow those described in "Back to Skool". While it's not essential to read all my works, I'd appreciate it if you did.

Initially, this part could have been a continuation of the "Back to Skool" series or, as I decided, the "Lost in Lisbon" series. I chose the latter since Carla will be a main character and the action in the third part will take place in her house. I've also strived to curb my tendency for excessive description.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are at least 18 years old at the time of the events.

I've grown fond of these characters, perhaps because they're based on real people or amalgams of them. The story seems to take on a life of its own, leading me to write things I hadn't planned, which likely means it will have more parts than I originally intended.

Thank you for the time you've spent reading. Your comments, critiques, and inputs are extremely important to me. As this is my first attempt at writing in English, I would greatly appreciate any feedback from readers.

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Sofia Pov

This morning, after his usual wake-up blowjob, Miguel my owner's fingers and tongue weren't enough to satisfy him. The air felt charged, his touch more urgent than usual. I could smell his musky scent, feel the heat radiating from his skin. His eyes, told me he wanted more. My heart raced, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through me as I wondered what he had in mind for today.

"Sofia, fetch the lube," he said, his voice husky. My skin tingled at his words.

"You want my arse," I replied, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "Indeed. Unless you'd prefer...?" He left the choice hanging, his eyebrow raised.

"A slave doesn't choose how her owner uses her," I murmured. We both knew it wasn't entirely true.

"Arse it is. Prepare yourself, Slave." His stern tone was belied by the warmth in his eyes.

"Let me lube your dick, and you lube my arse?" I suggested a mischievous glint in my eye. "Would that please you, sir?" I knew it would.

He chuckled, his hand trailing down my back. "Cheeky girl. How many fingers to start, then?"

"Hmm..." I pretended to ponder, tapping my chin. "Two. But be generous with the lube. You're quite... substantial."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Substantial?"

"Well," I grinned, "size isn't everything, but girth... that's a different story.

"Like this, or do you want more fingers?" I felt two fingers rubbing the inside wall of my pussy,

"Hey! That is my pussy, lube the ass." I said in jest. He had an excellent knowledge of my anatomy, and how to use that knowledge.

"Then lube my dick, instead of giving a second blowjob." I was using my tongue to spread the jelly. It was fun to do.

"Time to make your choice, Sir," I purred, arching my back. "Arse or pussy? We've only time for one." I shifted, positioning myself above him. "Though I must say, both are rather... eager."

I spread my legs wider, hands gripping my ankles. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver. His eyes darkened as they roamed over me.

"Hmm," he mused, his finger tracing a tantalizing path along my inner thigh. "I think I'll start with this lovely ginger pussy..." His touch ghosted over my folds, eliciting a gasp. "...but finish in that tempting arse of yours."

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as his fingers explored. "Careful, sir," I teased, my voice husky. "I'm unusually wet today. You might find yourself... overcome."

He chuckled, the vibration sending tingles through me. "Is that so?" His thumb found my most sensitive spot, making me jerk. "Seems to me you're the one on edge, my dear."

I couldn't argue. The building pressure inside me was almost unbearable. Every touch was electric, every breath a struggle. He had indeed led me to the precipice with his earlier ministrations.

"I won't come on you pussy, I know you like it up your asse."I did enjoy it, anal was a novelty for me, I never expected to enjoy it so much. The anticipation made my heart race.

"Yes I do, thanks to your dick, Sir" I dropped my fanny on his dick, and it slid inside me like a hot knife on butter.I set the tempo, ensuring neither of us would climax too soon. For several minutes, we moved together, lost in the rhythm and the intimacy of the moment.

"Ho! Ho! It slipped out, I guess it is time for the backdoor, put more on it lube, and stick it in. " He said.

"Be careful, yes like that, hmm! A bit more, more, it's in!" I winced as the familiar sharp pain hit, my muscles tensing involuntarily.

"Yes, let it all the way inside your ass." I had to take it slowly, letting the sphincter relax and accommodate the stranger.

"Yess, let it slide, let me take all." As I got more relaxed it went all inside, I rested my buttocks on his balls.

"Do you see anything you like?" I asked while I pushed my breasts almost to his face.

"No nothing." His  teasing words, made me pull my breasts away from him.

"Really? Maybe you need to put your glasses on." I teased him, this was a game we did almost every time.

"I don't need sight, I can use touch or taste, or do you want me just to look? " He grabbed my left breast and took it to his mouth.

"Use taste, I would prefer that you touch my buttocks, and spread them wide." The touch of his hands on my ass cheeks felt good but it was also a mechanical help to me, as I started my final set of movements, before the end.

"Yes, all the way, faster! Yes, don't stop, Hummm.!" his body went still his dick released a warm load of cum I could feel inside my ass, his hands pressed against my ass with all his might, as if he was about to rip my butt in two. I moved my body two more times and then joined him in his orgasm.

"Ahhh! Hummm!" I moaned, unable to completely suppress the screaming my body went still for a moment only to start to pulse from inside, I let myself collapse on top of his body.

"Sofia, I have no words, let me look at you, you were.." His breath was deep, I too was feeling the well-being spread to my entire body in pulsating waves. I kissed him on the lips and on the face, then rested for a moment. He was still inside me.

"I know, I feel the same, let me finish you, Sir. " I told him just before I started to clean his dick, even if he had never told me to do so, I did it as a show of my commitment to him.

"We have Kleenexes on the drawer, you know, I am not going to lick your smelly arse in return. " He always said that to me, but I knew my arse was not smelly, I did my enema every time in the morning just before I started my day, to be fair I enjoyed his flavor.

"No need to lick my arse, Sir, but I would appreciate it if you wipe it." He wiped my arse with the Kleenexes, but my pussy lips got licked and kissed.

We got a quick shower together, and then had breakfast, this Friday was going to be a long day.

"Sofia, you look so beautiful, I know you will be great." He always said that I looked good, before leaving for work, usually I would just smile, as he smacked my ass, but today is not just a regular work day for me.

"I hope so, I am not sure if I am beautiful enough."

"You are way more than enough, and I will meet you two there. Can't wait to see you when you're done. Just don't forget what I told you to do. It is an order." I nodded. He gave me a deep kiss and went to work. I would start my 4 km walk to get to my work soon, not before I finished cleaning the dishes. At first, it had been hard, but now I was getting used to walking to and from work, and it was starting to show on my thighs.

I reached the school early. Not only did my thighs look and feel great, but the initial pain had gone away, and I was feeling great today. Maybe it was the great sex I just had.

As I put away the t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans in my locker and dressed in the skirt and blouse outfit more befitting a vice principal, I thought about the huge turns my life had taken. It was just two weeks ago, but it seemed like another lifetime.

Since that fateful night when I had bumped into Miguel's car and caused Luis's death, my life had become a series of events bumping into each other, just like that accident. The changes had been drastic: I went from being a free woman to a slave, from a virtual nun to someone having sex twice a day. My income dropped to almost zero; only by the generous nature of my owner do I get to keep some of the money I earn.

Knock! Knock! I rapped on the Principal's door, my stomach churning. Mechanically, I adjusted my hair, reapplied lipstick, and exposed my breasts. The slave collar felt heavier than usual.

"Enter," said the old creep.

"Good morning, Luis." My voice was hollow. "I have paperwork for you." His eyes raked over my chest, making my skin crawl.

"Shall I remove more of my clothes?" I asked, hating myself for the words.

"No, this is... sufficient." His smirk made me want to vomit.

I handed him the reports, leaning forward as required. His gaze never left my breasts.

"Good news. Grades are up. I never stood a chance to win, did I?" He winked, revolting me.

"No, you did not, Miguel ensures I'm untouchable to other men" The words tasted bitter. My owner's possessiveness was a mixed blessing.

"Pity. I'd hoped for a house slave." His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather.

"We all win," I lied. "I keep my job, you ogle me daily, and my students learn." Inside, I was screaming.

"I'll make you Principal when I retire. Soon." His promise felt like a threat. Without this damned collar, I could've had him fired. But slaves can't sue. Miguel's bet saved my job but also sealed my fate.

Miss Sofia, can I speak with you for a moment?" Vasco asked as he entered my office.

"Of course," I replied. "What's on your mind?"

"I have here the list of all my colleagues that I'm tutoring," he began. "Some are beyond my skills, but most are improving greatly. I feel I'm improving too." He was looking for validation.

"I know, the test scores were above my expectations. You are doing a great job, and I am very grateful." Even if tutoring his colleagues was part of his punishment, he did an excellent job.

"Miss, there is another..." He said meekly

"Yes, speak up. What is bothering you? Spill it out."

"Haz... I mean your friend, Carla, she... I need to see her again. Can you please tell her that?" I knew Carla had accepted him as her "apprentice" but she kept the details from me.

"I'm sorry, that is something that you will have to do yourself, write her a letter, I will deliver it for you." my words literally made his eyes bright.

He left, my office in a hurry without, a word, I smiled, and went back to my papers, as I was leaving for lunch he barged into my office holding a big box of chocolates and a fancy envelope.

"Here it is, Miss, please deliver this for me." I had forgotten how it was to be young and the passions of youth. He was a sweet boy, sending a letter and a box of chocolates to a woman the age of his mother. But I made a stern face.

"Vasco! What are you doing barging into my office like this?" I said, my voice stern.

"But Miss Sofia, I have the letter and..."

"That's not how we behave in this school. Out you go, right now."

I stood up and gestured towards the door. Vasco's face fell, but he complied, clutching his box of chocolates and envelope.

"Now," I said as he stepped into the hallway, "knock on the door properly and wait for my response. This is how you should always enter an office."

Vasco nodded, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I closed the door and returned to my desk, taking a deep breath.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I called out.

Vasco entered, this time more subdued. "Miss Sofia, may I speak with you?"

"That's better. Now, what do you have there?"

"I did as you told me, Miss, I wrote a letter to Carla and also bought her a box of fine chocolate, can you please deliver it on my behalf?" I maintained my stern expression, but inside, I was touched by his earnest efforts. My decision not to report him had kept Vasco from a probable slavery sentence. In return, his hard work had helped me and saved me from becoming Principal Luis's plaything.

"Very well," I said, my tone softening slightly. "I'll make sure Carla receives your gifts."

As I took the letter and chocolates from him, I couldn't help but reflect on how our fates had become so strangely intertwined.

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I phoned Miguel, and he called a cab for me. It was the first time since my enslavement that I had permission to use transport other than Miguel's car or the soles of my shoes - and even for that, I had to ask him, even for that simple luxury, I had to ask him. As the cab wove through the city traffic, I found myself instinctively reaching for a steering wheel that wasn't there... I realized that even after I served my sentence, I would never be able to drive or ride any kind of vehicle again. The ability to drive, to go where I pleased when I pleased, was gone forever - another piece of my former life lost to a single, terrible mistake.

The cab left me at the entrance of the Vasco da Gama shopping center. As I crossed the front door, a bulky security guard grabbed me and pushed me out.

"NO SLAVES ALLOWED WITHOUT A LEASH!" He shouted. Everyone in range was looking at me; I wanted to disappear.

"I have an appointment with a friend, she owns the Spa, you could let me in just this once," I said. I knew slaves had to use a leash inside this mall. It was only a few days ago that my owner had paraded me half naked, right after we left the courthouse. He took me to Carla's Spa, but not before showing his slave around. I had hoped that my fine clothes and good looks would have allowed me to avoid that humiliation, but I only worsened it.

"I don't care, slaves are not allowed inside unescorted and without a leash," he said in a brutish way.

"Can you at least call the Spa and tell them that Sofia Santos is waiting for Carla Prezado at the front door?" My voice wavered, betraying my desperation. Just weeks ago, I would have breezed past security without a second glance. Now, I stood there, acutely aware of my collar, waiting on the goodwill of the huge black guy in a rent-a-cop uniform.

"Wait over there," he barked, pointing at the rails where people parked their bicycles. I moved to the spot, feeling exposed and vulnerable. As I waited, time seemed to stretch endlessly. Every passerby's gaze felt like it was burning into my collar, judging, pitying, or worse.

This felt even more degrading than when Miguel had led me half-naked by a leash. At least then, his presence had offered me some protection, a clear sign that I belonged to someone. I stood alone, feeling the full weight of my slave collar crush down upon me.

Finally, Carla came down. I felt relieved to see her. She was on the other side of the glass door, and I noticed she was arguing violently with the security guard, indifferent to the physical difference. Carla pushed, shouted, and belittled the poor man; even when two proper policemen arrived, she continued to yell and gesticulate. I felt embarrassed by the situation; I could only imagine what Carla was saying. Finally, a man in a suit and tie joined the group. I could see Carla change her body language; they talked for a few minutes, and even without hearing, I could see that she was leading the conversation. The man bowed repeatedly toward Carla, then pushed the security guard.

The security guard came to me, crying like a small child. "Please, ma'am, come this way... I was just following orders. Please don't let your boss fire me; I have a family. I am so sorry!" He was pathetic; he opened the door for me, and his spine curved. I almost felt sorry for him, but in the words of a great king, "Whatever you do to the least of mine, it will be as if done to my person."

"Carla, what have you done? I thought you were getting arrested, and now the guy who kicked me out on the street like a dog is treating me like royalty. he was a jerk but I also tried to get in as if I was still a free woman." I knew Carla and Miguel would not be always around to protect me or bend the rules on my behalf.

"I'm still ashamed of the last time you were here and I led you on a leash as if you were an animal. That won't happen again, at least not while I'm the owner of the third largest shop, and Mr. Palma here wants to keep his position as the centre's manager. Isn't that right, Mr Palma?" She looked at the man in the suit and tie as if he were nothing more than her employee.

"I again apologise, Miss Prezado. I will provide your friend and associate with the same credentials you have. I will also include a complimentary membership to all of our gyms for Miss Sofia and her owner." I was disgusted with the lack of principles he displayed. What a slime! What if I were not Carla's friend and associate? What about the other slaves? True, we are criminals, but even so.

"Thank you for your apology, Mr. Palma. However, I question the leash rule's effectiveness in maintaining security. Could you clarify the specific risks it mitigates?" I would love to see the spineless little man give me an answer.

"Miss Sofia, I deeply apologise. The leash rule is, frankly, just to emphasise the status of slaves and their owners. It serves as a visible reminder of the social order. I'm truly sorry for any discomfort it caused. We are open to reviewing our policies." I was surprised; he gave an honest response, even if I doubted he was truly sorry for my discomfort.

"Sofia, my dear, hug me. We have more to do than put up with petty people." Mr Palma put on a brazen face and withdrew. We both shared a big hug and let out a simultaneous laugh, which in my case was followed by a tear in the corner of my eye.

I wanted to leave; I had arranged to have lunch with Carla and then have my first spa session as a "professional" model, but I wanted to get away from there, from those people who continued to watch the spectacle. "Carla, can we have lunch at Sakura?" It was the restaurant where Miguel had taken me for lunch on the day he picked me up from court.(read "Don't Drink and Drive ch 03)

"Of course we can. Let's go; we have catching up to do." As we walked to the restaurant, I felt the light breeze coming from the Tagus River and the sun on my face. I took off my blazer. As Miguel says, we must drink every drop of joy that life offers us; they are rare and precious.

"Sure, if you want. You're quite daring today." I unbuttoned my blouse, not as much as Miguel had done, but I felt a thrill. What was once done out of obedience now brought me pleasure.

Carla snapped a few photos, then we huddled together for silly selfies, pulling faces and giggling. For a moment, we were teenagers again, carefree as we used to be strolling through Expo '98. Back then, our biggest worries were the next exam or debating who was the hottest guy on campus.

The laughter bubbled up, genuine and warm. It felt good to let go, even if just for a little while.

To be continued...