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Sex Slave Island 15, by Jezebel Rose

‘’Here’s your daughter’s file, Sir.’’

Raymond took the folder and glanced through it.

Across from him, his daughter Amber was in a drug-induced coma. She was a gorgeous brunette with mascara-lined eyes and glossy red lips. Eighteen years old, but just barely. Her skirt was riding up around her inside thighs, offering a glimpse of her black lace knickers and the swell of her cunt.

‘’You’re sure this is her file?’’ Raymond asked, his voice fringing on disbelief as he read through the folder.

‘’Positive, Sir. This information was collected over the last thirty days.’’

Raymond put his head against his hand and rested it there, his eyes growing wide as he looked through Amber’s internet history.

‘’Bondage and leather straps?’’

‘’ — Yes, sir.’’

‘’Sensory deprivation?’’

‘’ — Yes.’’

‘’… Animals?’’

The man across from Raymond nodded grimly.

‘’… Jesus,’’ said Raymond, ‘’my daughter’s a deviant.’’

‘’What do you want us to do about it, Sir…?’’

Raymond looked at the man and then at his daughter, studying the curves of her young, supple body, while thinking about her spending time alone in her room, masturbating to illicit videos of animals, bondage, and restraints.

The thought got him hard; for some inexplicable reason.

Raymond ran a hand over his mouth and sighed. ‘’I want her punished.’’

‘’ — How, sir?’’ asked the guard.

‘’However the fuck I want.’’

‘’… Yes, sir. Should I get the dogs? Slave Island has a selection.’’

Raymond nodded and ran his hands together. It was time to punish his naughty, barely legal daughter: by giving her a taste of the real thing.

*

Amber came to and felt groggy. Her head kept spinning, making the floor reach towards the ceiling. She closed her eyes and held down the sensation, then glimpsed through her eyelashes and studied the room she was in.

There were pictures of pit bulls fighting on the walls, their teeth bared and backs bent, clasped in duels with one another. The floor was made of black tile, and a fur rug had been thrown across it, adding much-needed padding to her knees.

She reached down and rubbed her ankles, feeling the leather-wrapped around them; and the chain that held them together.

‘’ — Help! Help me!’’ Amber cried, thinking she’d been kidnapped. She tried to loosen her restraints.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and a man leading a large dog came in.

The dog, Amber saw, had been blinded: its eyes were grey and uncomprehending. But its body was powerfully built. It was like one of the dogs in the pictures on the wall! Built for pinning other, larger animals… and having its way with them.

Immediately, Amber shrunk from it, sensing something off about the dog.

‘’K-Keep him a-away from me,’’ stuttered Amber.

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