Jamie sat in a basement under the horse stables. She was stolen away at night and taken to Sex Slave Island. Manhandled by a demented SSI Employee, Jamie is slowly turned into his personal sex slave. During the first twenty-four hours of training, Jamie will endure harsh verbal and physical degradation, forced sex, and a grand finale of horny dogs unleashed upon her tortured body.

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Sex Slave Island 31, by Jezebel Rose, Erotica

Jamie stood in the basement, her hands above her head and her body naked. She had just awoken from a typical night’s sleep in this position and wondered how this came to be. “Dad?” She called out, only seeing unfamiliar boxes and dirty abandoned mattresses against the wall.

Spiderwebs clung to corners of the concrete, and the sound of the air conditioning unit hummed in the background. “Mom? Sis?” No answer came to Jamie. Anxiety rushed up from her feet to her face. “Hello? What’s going on?”

The basement door slammed shut, and Jamie jumped. She tried to move, but the wrist cuffs around her hands and the ankle cuffs around her feet gripped her tightly. “Is someone there?” Jamie’s breathing became heavy. “Hello?” She yelled.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

“Who are you?” Jamie asked.

“I am your master.” The voice said. “I will fuck you, and you will love it.”

Jamie gasped. “Who are you?” She asked again.

“I am your master.” The voice repeated.

“Why am I here?” She asked, still not recognizing the voice.

“You are here to please me.” The man explained. “You will do so by fucking me with every hole on your body.”

“You’re mad, aren’t you?” Jamie asked. She could tell by the sound of him speaking that something was very wrong, and he seemed overtly angry.

The voice laughed. “Oh yes, I am mad. And you will be too once I have my way with you.”

“What?” She did not understand. “Please, let me go. I don’t understand.”

“You will!” The voice responded harshly. The man walked in front of Jamie and stood silhouetted against a flashing green light on the furnace. He appeared to wear a black robe that hid his body and carried a candle.

“I am your master. You will call me your master, and everything I say, you will do.” He set the candle down and removed his robe. “You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?”

“No, please, let me go.” Jamie pleaded.