Brooke's Turkish Adventure - Chapter Three

[Jason Spider]

Introduction:

The following story is the continuation of Brooke Satchwell's adventure in Turkey.

This story contains images of kidnap, abuse, bondage, enslavement, sexual violence, dominance and submission, heterosexual & lesbian sex and maybe a touch of bestiality. If you find these concepts offensive don't read the story. If you are under 18, you shouldn't be looking at this, and certainly are not legally allowed to read the story enclosed. But if you're already here, you probably will anyway, but don’t say you weren’t warned.
This story is almost entirely fictitious, only the existence of my other Brooke stories is real. All action described within comes entirely from my sick twisted imagination. If any of it offends you, tough, no one forced you to read it. However, if it excites you and you’re young, female and attractive, please contact me, so we can explore making a new non-fiction story together. Brooke if you read this story and it excites you, please, please contact me and let me know! The same goes for any of the other female celebrities who have been mentioned within.

PLEASE NOTE:
The various techniques used within this story to persuade young female celebrities to offer themselves up for sex have not been tested and are not guaranteed to be successful. Anyone who adopts these techniques to obtain sex from a celebrity, or any girl, in real life does so at his/her own risk.
So if you choose to try them and get your cock bitten off, don't blame me.
But do tell me about it. I could do with a good laugh.

[Jason Spider]

Brooke is awakened by a throbbing discomfort between her legs, the after effects of trying to fit Jason's massive member. She considers what would have happened had she not been as thoroughly lubricated before Jason had entered her. The size of his cock might have done serious damage, she wonders if he knew that and had deliberately accounted for it. He seems to know much more about her than she could ever have imagined. Either through bad luck or bad judgement, she suspected equal quantities of each, all of her previous lovers had cocks as limited as their personalities had turned out to be. So that, even after over a decade of love making, Brooke's pussy was as tight, or even tighter, as that of the average teenager. Jason's huge member was more than twice as long and much more than twice as thick as anything she had been fucked with before. Indeed she thought it might be larger than any cock she had ever seen before. Though there was one she had felt, accidentally, which might have matched it.

That casual encounter at a party, when she had still been a 19 year-old virgin, had both frightened and excited her. She had met a man much older then her, who treated her like and adult, but didn't try to seduce her. Something so vary rare she couldn't remember another occasion of it. So rare she had deliberately flirted with him to see if he was just pretending not to want her. She had even used her breasts to entice him, something she normally would not consider doing. She had been wearing a sweater to hide her cleavage, as it embarrassed her when men stared at them, but had deliberately taken it off right in front of him, pushing her chest out toward him as far as she could. In the end she'd nearly gone further than she intended as her blouse had almost come off with the sweater. That was when she had stumbled landing on her knees before him and falling face first into his lap. That was when she had discovered he really did want her, very much.

She recovered herself quickly, and got up apologising for her clumsiness, pretending not to have felt anything. After all the touch had been so light and fleeting, he probably hadn't even noticed it at all. Especially as her hands, still wrapped up in the sweater, had landed on his face. But the feeling of his monstrous rock hard manhood against the side of her cheek and throat had stayed with her ever since. It had been more than her clumsiness that had turned her face burning red that night. From that day she had wondered, and fantasised night and day, about what it would be like to be made love to with a cock like that. She would have found out that night if things had turned out differently, she had certainly planned to. But the night had ended badly and her chance had been lost. It had been her secret torment. It had also been the reason she had first agreed to date and later have sex with another man later that year, a decision she had lived to sorely regret. As she had regretted all other such decisions thereafter, until last night.

Well now she knew what it was like, and it was better than any of her fantasies, much better... Suddenly she sat up.

Now she knew where she had met Jason before, he was the man at that party. The kind, gentle man who had filled her with such self confidence. But also the strong and reassuring man who had protected her from others who wanted to hurt her. The first man she had ever really wanted to make love to her. In-fact, if she were strictly honest, the only man she had ever really wanted to make love to her. She hadn't realised it before because it didn't seem possible, he didn't look a year older than he had then. He had looked about 35 then just as he does now, but even then he had seemed older. He must be quite old she thought fleetingly, but it didn't seem particularly important. He had also used a different name then, a name which had become cherished by her, as although they had never met again, he had been protecting and helping her under that name ever since. And now here he was laying in the bed beside her, her lover, her Master. This was where she had wanted to be for a very long time.

She could not remember ever having felt happier in her life, or safer,

The she remembered something else she had wondered about since the party. She had felt the length of his cock that night, how far down the side of her throat it had stretched. It had caused her to wonder what it would be like to try taking it all in her mouth. She knew the nickname she had been given on Neighbours, Brooke Sucks-Well. It had just been the spite of a producer who had objected to the fact she was the only girl on the show who wouldn't give him head behind the camera. But it had made her aware just how much importance many men put on oral sex, and she had always been of the opinion a girl should do anything to keep her man happy, even be his slave. If that meant swallowing a cock that big she was prepared to try, and try again, until she got it right. Looking down at Jason sleeping on his side next to her she felt certain he would want her to live up to her nickname. 'Looks like I'm going to find out how well I really can suck' she thought. A she did he rolled onto his back, obviously he was dreaming, and there were no prizes for guessing what his dream was about. The sheet was tented up over his penis, which was throbbing in tune with his heartbeat, strong and steady.

'Oh well,' she smiled 'looks like it's time I started learning.'

End of Part 9

[Jason Spider]

Gently Jason lifted her head off his cock, then sat up wrapping his arms around her gently and pulled her into his lap. She awoke to find him kissing her passionately on the lips. Her mouth was still full of his delicious cum, which she was happy to discover, tasted even better than his pre-cum. It surprised her greatly. Though her previous lovers had been insistent she swallow their disgusting ejecta none would ever let her kiss them afterwards until she had at least rinsed out her mouth with mouthwash. She knew that men’s cum changed taste from time to time, randomly, so you could never be sure of the taste. That Jason so happily risked the taste to kiss her pleased her greatly.

"Clearly you are hungry; I can hear your tummy rumbling. Much as I'd love to return that favour to you we don’t have the time this morning I have work to attend to. So let’s go get some breakfast now, and then I’ll introduce you to you new life."

The comment that he was eager to 'return the favour' filled her with delight. It had been a long time since anyone had eaten her pussy, and she was sure he would be more willing and gentle than the last one who had. But she accepted his decision; after all she really was starving and curious.

‘Just what sort of place was this, and who are all those women?’ She wondered.

Then he looked around.

"Hmm, that's strange it seems a bit late for breakfast not to have arrived already. What's the time?"

He glanced at a large timepiece on the mantle.

"Nine-Forty, damn I said Eight-Thirty, what’s wrong with the girl?"

Then he glanced across the bed at what appeared to be a mound of pillows.

"Ah, I see."

<WHACK> He slaps the pillow mound sharply.

"YEEEOOWW! What the fuck, who...Oh sorry Master." It was the young blond.

Brooke recognised her instantly, but was too shocked to speak.

"Where's our bloody breakfast!" He yells.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Master, I'll get it immediately Master."

The blonde leaps up and heads for the door.

"Indie?" calls Brooke breaking out of her shock.

"Hi Brooke." calls the blond "Bye Brooke, be back in a minute Master."

Brooke turns toward Jason.

"T-that was Indie!" she stammers.

"Yes, I know."

"Indiana Evans!"

"Yes Brooke, I know it was Indiana Evans." He smiles at her confusion. "I knew who she was even before I abducted her."

"You abducted Indie Evans? How could you do that Master?"

He laughs

"The same way I abducted you Brooke; did you think you were the first girl, or even the first celebrity, I'd ever abducted?"

"Well, yes I did Master."

"No Brooke. I couldn't have risked that, what if it hadn't worked? I might have lost you forever."

"Oh, yes Master." She answers, obviously pleased by his reasoning.

But he can see something is still troubling her.

"Go ahead and ask Brooke, you've gone far enough already."

"Oh, sorry Master. I just wondered..." Then she hesitates.

'Far enough for what?' she wonders.

“Far enough to earn you a spanking, for having dared to question me, again." He states, answering her unasked question.

"Oh, yes Master, sorry Master."

She is a little worried about being spanked; she's been physically abused before. But at the same time she's a little excited, something about the way he spoke makes it seem vastly different than what she has experienced before.

"Your question?"

"Oh yes, Master. I was just wondering. If you abducted Indie just to test the technique you wanted to use to abduct me, why is she still here, in our bed?"

"It’s my Brooke, not our bed, not yet, and maybe not ever if you don't learn your place."

"Yes Master. Sorry Master."

"As to why Indie is here, let me ask you a question. Now that I have made love to you, how would you like to be thrown out and have to go back to your past life?"

"Please don't even suggest it Master. I think I'd die if I though I couldn't have sex with you again Master." She trembled as she spoke.

"Exactly, do you think she feels any different, or any of the others?"

'Others?' She thinks, but has the sense not to ask.

"Good. Don't ask, you'll find out in time anyway. But be aware, as unpleasant as it might seem to you, you won't be allowed to stay here unless you learn your place and keep it, and yes you probably will die in that case. My life and the life of many others depend upon it. So don't even begin to think my love, for you will change things. Understood?"

"Yes Master."

“Good. Now come here you naughty girl!”

With an ease which speaks of considerable practice he sweeps her around until she is lying face down across his lap. Her legs are to his right, her torso to his left and the firm soft naked pink mounds of her lovely buttocks directly before him. She can feel his manhood pressed against her pubis not full erect, but still enticingly large.

“Right now I’m going to give you six swats for the six offenses you have committed against me. Are you ready Brooke, this is going to hurt?”

“Yes Master.” She responds pensively.

‘Six offenses?’ She wonders.

“Okay, This is for masturbating over my stories and not writing and thanking me. One!”

<WHACK> He strikes her left buttock.

“Ow.”

She feels his cock growing.

‘He’s getting off on this!’

‘This is for calling me a bastard at the prison. Two!”

<WHACK> he strikes her right buttock.

“Ow.”

His cock continues to grow; she starts to get aroused with him.

‘It hurts, but it’s kind of fun really.’

“This is for daring to question me when I said you’d be my slave. Three!”

<WHACK> her left again.

“OW!” The pain is greater on the already abused cheek.

The feeling of his increasingly firm cock pressing against her pussy has her becoming very moist.

‘I think I like this.’

“This is for arguing with me when I said I would lift you out of the car. Four!”

<WHACK>

“OW!”

He is fully erect and starting to throb, her pussy begins to throb with it.

‘This is more fun than some of the sex I’ve had.’

“This is for questioning my abduction of Indie. Five!”

<WHACK>

“YEOCH! OH!”

The pain is intense, but almost orgasmic.

‘I’m going to come!’

“This is for questioning who I let into my bed. Six!”

<WHACK>

“OOOHHH!”

Pain and pleasure become indistinguishable from each other as a bust of moisture floods from her pussy into his lap.

He lifts her off and puts her down on her knees between his legs facing him.

“Now you must apologise for those offences.” He announces.

“Sorry…” She begins.


“Words are worthless Brooke apologise more directly.”

She looks up at him bemused for a moment, and then realises his erect throbbing cock is just in front of her mouth, a small blob of pre-cum sparkling on its top. Understanding immediately she gives an involuntary squeal of delight and plunges forward mouth opening wide. Having managed to engulf it all once already she confidently aligns her mouth and throat and sides herself all the way down in one swift move, stopping with her lips kissing his balls. She pauses for a second, looks up into his eyes and winks and then pops them inside. Then she closes her teeth tightly onto the base of his cock and begins to hum, whilst working his balls about in her mouth with her tongue.

“Oh God, you little harlot!” He moans

She continues this for about 30 seconds, then starts to pull back drawing her teeth up the shaft of his cock, she stops when the catch on the base of the head and tightening her grip hums more forcefully, whist probing the tip with her tongue. She reaches out with her hands and cups his balls alternately squeezing and releasing in time with his heartbeats.

“Oh Fuck, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” He begins to say over and over as his cock throbs against her teeth.

She feels his heart beginning to race, and matches her humming and squeezing to its frantic rhythm. Then she feels his balls quiver, ready to blow and stops. His hands grab her head and try to thrust her down onto his cock, but she bites harder threateningly, so he relents. After a short period his climax abates. The she grips firmly with her lips and begins sliding them up and down the shaft slowly, as his arousal begins to build again she increases speed, building up faster and faster.

“ooooooOOOOHHHHHH” Moans Jason, his hands digging into her hair gripping tightly.

Once more she brings him to the point of explosion, and then stops again.

“Damn you Brooke Sucks-Well you gorgeous slut.” He cries affectionately.

She begins building his climax again, using short sharp nips with her teeth and pinches with her fingers on his balls. Three more times she stops just before his orgasm. Then she lifts her mouth off him, and looks up with a smile.

Slowly, very slowly, she lowers her head onto his cock, probing first with her tongue to caress the top, so lightly he is barely able to feel it. Then she kisses it equally gently, then very slowly presses her lips against it, firmer and firmer, eventually opening her jaws allowing it to force its way through. With apparently infinite patience she slides her lips down him, one millimetre at a time. It seems to take forever for his head to reach her gullet. By which time Jason is in ecstasy.

He feels his thick meat close of her windpipe.

‘She must speed up now.’ He thinks.

But no she continues with excruciatingly wonderful slowness to push him further and further inside her.

Jason is fighting for air, his balls are screaming to be released, but he has to know how far she can go.

Seemingly without need for air she continues. At 8” she has not breathed for 2 minutes.

‘She must stop.’

She doesn’t, at 9” it’s been 3 minutes.

“OOHH GGOODD!”

Still she goes deeper, at 10” it’s been 4 minutes.

Jason feels like he’s going to pass out for her.

“PPLLEEAASSEE SSTTOOPP!” He begs.

With lightning speed she engulfs his balls once more and bites hard.

“FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!”

He comes with incredible force, amazingly she doesn’t flinch holding her firm bite on his cock as he comes and comes and comes again. Six times his balls convulse shooting out every drop of fluid they can generate, deep into her throat, also draining him of every ounce of his strength. Only when he is finished and falls back onto the bed totally drained, does she release him. Drawing her self of his now completed deflated cock, she draws a huge breath. The she smiles at him.

“You did want me to apologise for all six offenses, didn’t you Master?’

“Yes Brooke, apologies accepted. How the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“From reading your stories Master.”

“How many tries did it take you to get it right?”

“Oh I’ve never tried it before, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to do it with Master, was it good?”

“Good, GOOD? It was bloody magnificent, Brooke, absolutely bloody fabulous!”

“I’m glad Master. Thank you Master”

“No. Thank You Brooke!

Regaining his composure, and strength, he sits up and takes hold of her hands, looking down at her seriously.

“So Brooke, now you’ve been punished and apologised are you going to be a good girl in future?

She looks down at the floor sheepishly for a moment, and then lifts her head and grins broadly.

“Oh No Master, Definitely not!”

“Fantastic!”

End of Part 10

[Jason Spider]

Shortly after Indie returns with a large trolley containing their breakfast.

For Jason breakfast passes in a blur of female giggling.

Having given the two girls permission to speak freely, Brooke and Indie begin passing the time catching up on what they have been doing since they last met. This was bad enough. But soon enough discussion gets around to their abductions. Then Indie steers it onto the subject of how Jason performs as a lover, a topic which she clearly revels in shocking Brooke with. While he feels somewhat sorry for Brooke, knowing, as he does, how sexually repressed the poor girl is, he feels it will come easier to her to learn some of the things she will encounter from another girl who obviously relishes them, especially one she already counts as a close friend.

He makes an effort not to eavesdrop on Indie's descriptions of his prowess, lest he end up as bright a shade of pink as Brooke is becoming.

Then as Indie makes a comment about huge orgies Brooke raises the question she had withheld earlier.

"How many slaves are there here? I mean all those women are they..."

"Oh no, not at all. Most of them came here as refugees seeking Jason's protection. Of course they all love Jason for protecting them and willingly give him anything he wants in return, anything."

"All of them?"

"Well all of them he is willing to, he does have limits. Some are too young of course, and some are too old to entice him. Though he does occasionally reward particularly good service that way if they really want it. He also never dallies with married women or those who have steady relationships, against his morals, as well as being bad for morale. As for slaves, Jason takes very few slaves. Indeed he only ever enslaves someone he feels wants or needs to be enslaved. Like you and me, and most of them he frees them after only a very short time, once he can do so without hurting them. Although he does occasional trade, lease or sell girls to other Masters. But he always makes sure they have similar attitudes to slavery and never gives a girl to someone who she really doesn't want to go with, unless it is essential."

"But I didn't want or need to be a slave. Or at least I don't think so." protests Brooke uncertainly.

"I did, I desperately wanted to be a slave,” replies Indie "it was my dream since I was a little girl, when I saw one of my Father's porno movies he'd accidentally left in the DVD player. I knew how much he enjoyed his private DVD's and wanted him to enjoy being with me like that. But he never would, when I asked him he just rushed off to the bathroom and wouldn't come out. I knew he wanted to, because I watched him through the key-hole doing the same thing he did when he watched the DVDs. The more I begged him to take me and use me like the women on them the harder he did it. I'm so glad I now have Jason to use me like that. Thank you Master."

"You’re welcome slave, I'm glad your father was such an idiot." He responds, causing her to giggle again.

"So am I, now."

"But I never had feelings like that. I know my father sometimes got...excited by me. But I never enjoyed it or encouraged it, or anything like that with him." She turns an even deeper red at this confession.

"Why did you enslave me Master?" she asks tentatively.

"To answer let me ask you something. Did you ever have an orgasm like the ones I gave you last night?"

"Well, no, not really, not at all like that. Not like any of those last night and certainly not like the last one" she answers sadly.

"No, I thought not. In comparison to last night how would you rate the best orgasm you had previously on a scale of one to ten, with the first one you had last night being ten?"

"Oh...Five." She responds reluctantly. "No, more like a three." she corrects, blushing again.

"And who did you achieve that with?"

"N-no-one." she admits. "No-one really it was a dream. I woke up having an orgasm."

"Hm, you’re holding something back. Who were you dreaming about and what were they doing?"

"Oh, no-one in particular just any...You it was actually you, as I remembered you...."

"From the party when you tried to entice me with your tits, almost showed me more than you intended and then ended up falling face first onto my cock? A great pity you didn't get to go through with your plan that night. If we'd fucked then your life after would have been much happier." he concludes with certainty.

Against what would seem possible she blushes even more deeply, realising she had never fooled him for a second. About being too hot and needing to take of the sweater, or anything else. Her face was nearly as red as her hair by the time she finished.

"You still haven't said what I was doing in your dream."

"Well...I dreamed you had just climbed in through my bedroom window and woken me up with your hand on my mouth, then just climbed on to and made love to me."

"So I raped you?"

"But, I wanted you to do it." she protested.

"You still do." he replies, correctly. "But it was still done without your permission, so you weren't to blame were you?"

"Not to blame? Well...No I guess I wasn’t."

"And you weren't to blame for what I did last night either were you? After all you didn't have any say in it."

"I asked you to fuck me."

"True but only after being tormented to the point you couldn't possibly do otherwise, right?"

"Yes."

"Yes and if I hadn't you wouldn't have enjoyed it anywhere near as much."

“Oh no Master, I would. You were so wonderful!"

"Thank you Brooke, but that’s not quite correct. Good as I may be I'm not good enough to give a girl who's full up with guilt a great orgasm, no man can. Just as no man has for you in the past. Oh, I've no doubt I would have beaten three, but even if I had been fully rested and using every ounce of my skill I couldn't have achieved better than a ten for the last orgasm, let alone the first."

"Guilt, what guilt, why would I be guilty?"

"Your guilt Brooke, the guilt you've felt every time you've had consensual sex. The guilt you feel having man between your legs. Didn't your Mother say she'd rather you had a horse of a surfboard between them, than a man? And don't you love and respect your Mother and not want to disappoint her?"

"Yes, but..."

"And haven't you always ended up feeling sorry to have done so after every sex act you've performed before last night?"

"Well, yes a little, but."

"But nothing Brooke, the very fact you did think that every time before, but didn't even give it a moment's thought last night or this morning is why I enslaved you. You no longer have any say about being my sex partner. Because you are my Sex Slave, it's what you are and what you will always be now. So nothing you do in-bed, or our bed, is your fault. You know that, and so you no longer feel any guilt. Right?"

"Yes Master!" she responded, but still looked a bit sceptical.

“You're wondering about the role love plays in all this, aren’t you Brooke?”

“Yes Master.”

“Okay, so why do you love me Brooke?”

“You’re wonderful Master, so kind and considerate,” she responds “and handsome…” she adds.

“And well hung.” He offers.

“Yes,” she blushes again, “but also understanding and wise Master.”

“I’m also a kidnapper, a briber, a blackmailer, a bully, a rapist and a pervert.”

“Oh, but only in a good cause Master.” she defends.

“So I have claimed, but none of that actually explains what it is that makes me so very attractive to you. There are thousands of men out there that would be delighted to be with you Brooke and most of them would be a lot politer about it than me, and have a lot more to offer. They are younger, better looking, have similar backgrounds, similar friends, similar political and intellectual interests and similar attitudes to life and love. So why me, is it just because I’m here, or have you been forced to love me to survive?”

Of course there was an element of needing to survive involved, at first, but that was not what had sustained her recent actions.

“Oh, I’m not sure; I just feel you're right for me Master.”

“You are frequently unsure about things, aren’t you Brooke?”

“What do you mean?”

"I mean what I said Brooke, let me put it another way; you frequently lack confidence in your decisions, don’t you? And don’t forget to call me Master.”

“Yes Master, sorry Master. I always stick by my choices Master.” She responds.

“That’s not the same thing Brooke. I didn’t say you lacked strength or courage, only confidence. Certainly when you make a decision you have the courage to go through with it and the strength to buck opposition. But it’s the making of that decision in the first place, and feeling good about it afterward, where you suffer a lack of confidence.”

She begins to respond, but he holds up his hand to stop her.

“Let me explain by example. When you chose not to appear in girly magazines, whose idea was that?”

“I made the decision that it wasn’t right for me Master.”

“I didn’t ask who made the decision only who suggested to you that you should make that choice.”

“Well, Mum suggested…”

“I thought so. Tell me did she make her ‘suggestion’ before of after you had posed for the pictures which appeared in Ralph?”

“It was after, when she saw the samples Master.”

“What did you feel about being photographed with your nipples on show when it happened?”

“Well it felt a bit naughty Master.”

“But you enjoyed it?”

“Yes, it was just a bit of fun though. I knew they couldn’t be published in New Weekly Master.”

“But you didn’t feel bad about the photographer seeing your nipples, did you? Did you masturbate that night?”

“Yes. Yes, I liked the photographer…”

“You masturbated over him even though he was a sleaze who tried to get photos of your naked tits. Did you know he snapped shots while you were changing clothes, wearing nothing but panties?”

“I took my panties off when…oops...”

“So you deliberately let him snap your 17 year-old body totally nude, because you felt certain he couldn’t publish it anyway. You wanted him to masturbate over you, while you masturbated over him, didn’t you Brooke.”

“Yes Master.”

“So if you enjoyed thinking he was masturbating over you why did you ‘decide’ to refuse to appear in girly magazines? You could have had thousands of men masturbating over you.”

“Mum said the pictures showing my nipples where pornographic and it was wrong for them to be published Master.”

“So you felt you’d done the wrong thing and your guilt made you choose not to ever do anything like it again, right?”

“Well yes, but it was the right decision Master.”

“No it wasn’t Brooke. It wasn’t right because it wasn’t your decision, it was your Mother’s and she doesn’t own you. It wasn’t right because it didn’t make you happy. Plus it wasn’t right because it denied thousands of men innocent enjoyment of something you were given as a gift and are therefore being greedy to withhold from the world.”

“But it’s my body."

"Master!" He snaps.

"It’s my body Master.” she answers defiantly.

“Not any more Brooke, it’s mine now and if you get defiant with me again it’s going to be my very sorry body, because I’m sure Indie can find me a whip to make it so. As to whether it being your body is excuse enough, if I purchased the Mona Lisa and then burnt it would you think I had the right.”

“Oh no Master, that would be very wrong, the Mona Lisa belongs to everyone, it’s a work of great art.”

"Is it Brooke, why?”

“Well it’s so beautiful, moving and exciting. It’s special, it’s not just a painting; it touches people Master.”

“You mean it excites emotions in people?”

“Well yes I suppose Master.”

“Well your body excites emotions in people Brooke; it touches them, and often excites them to touch themselves as well.”

“But that’s different Master.”

“Why because your Mother doesn’t like those emotions Brooke, doesn’t want you to feel them, thinks that somehow by ignoring them they’ll go away? Your Mother is wrong Brooke; if it wasn’t for those emotions none of us would exist, they are some of the most important emotions people ever feel Brooke. Plus they are great fun and that’s a good enough reason for wanting to excite them as any other, there isn’t enough fun in the world. There certainly hasn’t been much fun in yours recently, has there?”

“No Master.”

“No and your Mothers attitude is one of the reasons why, but you let her do it to you Brooke, she couldn’t have done it if you had the self confidence to stick by what you felt when those photos were taken.”
“Oh, okay I understand, but what does that to do with me loving you?”
“Because I understand you Brooke and have confidence in you and in myself enough to know what will be fun for both of us and to relieve you of the problem of making the decisions. That given your lack of self confidence makes me the nearest thing to the perfect partner for you that you could ever hope to find. All you have to do is relax, enjoy it and have fun Brooke.”

She thinks about this for a moment, wondering about all the non-fun decisions she’s made because other people ‘suggested’ them. Then she smiles happily and comes over to sit in his lap and give him a big hug.

"Thank you Master. I will be a very good Sex Slave Master and have lots of fun."

"Good. Now time to get dressed. Go get things set up, will you Indie?"

End of Part 11

[Jason Spider]

While Indie is away Jason reveals a hidden doorway in the room leading to a fully equipped en suite, they go inside to get cleaned up. Brooke is intrigued to note there are several heavy stainless steel D-rings situated in the walls, floor and ceiling of the shower cubicle. She raises her eyebrow at Jason curiously.

“Indie likes to hang around for a shower.” He comments.

“Huh?...OH!”

She giggles, and then steps into the cubicle, spread-eagles her arms and legs and smiles at him.

“Want to play Master?”

“If only we had the time, my love. Latter I promise.”

She pouts slightly, but winks to indicate she understands and is only slightly disappointed. Jason turns on the shower and they begin bathing each other talking as they do.

“Have you ever been hung-up Brooke?”

“My whole life, so you tell me Master.” She responds smiling. “No, not suspended, but I have fantasised about bondage ever since I wore handcuffs on Good News Week when I was 18. I was thinking of asking you to try it with me when we met at that party the following year.”

“Well, well, it was seeing you like that on GNW that first got me interested Brooke, so I would have been very pleased to join you. That idiot with the drugged OJ has a lot to answer for, but the past is past. So you’ve never tried it?”

“Yes I did once. I let ‘him’ chain me to a bed for sex; it wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be, but I think that was only because he wasn’t trustworthy enough for that. But I still felt it would be fun, if I could find someone I could trust, like I know I can trust you Master.”

“I saw you played being chained to a bed in Canal Road Brooke, and connection?”

“Yes, I helped out the writers with a few ideas on the show, that was one.”

“I notice you had cuffs on both wrists, but only one connected to the bed, a great pity would have scored much better ratings if you’d been ‘displayed’ more fully.”

“I was originally and not just by the wrists, just like in real life, but they thought it would be banned and so went for just the one wrist.”

“After filming it the other way?”

“Yes.”

“So someone’s got a recording of you spread naked on that bed stashed away somewhere?”

“Yes, me I made sure I got the original. Do you want to see it?”

“I’ll settle for the real thing Brooke and I won’t just be watching.”

“Ooh Goody, can’t wait.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to Brooke here’s Indie with our clothes.”

She finishes cleaning his cock, and then plants a big kiss on the head.

“I love you,” she whispers, and then stands “and I adore you Master.”

Indie arrives no longer nude. Instead she had on a very simple dress of pleated white translucent silk. It had a deeply plunging neckline and was also deeply cut under the arms to below the waist so it exposing virtually all of her breasts. It was also so short it revealed her tiny white and almost fully transparent panties at every step. This was cinched around her waist with a silver chord.

In her left hand were a similar dress and panties, with a golden chord, plus what appeared to be a wreath of flowers made to look like very old gold. Her right hand was hidden behind her back.

"Here you go Brooke this is yours, white is the household colour warn by all who have the privilege of living within the main part of the Villa."

"I can't wear that!" Exclaims Brooke.

"Why not?" Asks Indie surprised.

"It’s indecent."

"As opposed to being a Sex Slave?" Commented Jason amused.

"Well, no I guess not." She responds, quietly.

Then she steels herself to make her point.

"But you must know I never wear panties that small or so transparent; and the dress, the neckline, the hem, the materiel you can see - everything!"

"That's the point." Pipes Indie happily. "Got to keep Master interested, after all."

Brooke looks from one to the other clearly torn between her sense of modesty and her desire to please him. Then she reaches out to take the garment.

"Now show her the real one." Jason says to Indie, laughing.

Indie pulls out her right hand; in it is a similar dress, but much more modest. The material is opaque, with the neckline, sides and hem designed to hide that which Brooke did not wish revealed. She also carried another pair of white panties, not a lot larger, but definitely more to Brooke's liking, especially as they were also fully opaque. Plus really cute pair of silver shoes decorated with diamantes, to look very expensive.

"Did you think I would parade you so blatantly Brooke, knowing how you feel?" He asks still chuckling. “At least not immediately. But you had better start reconsidering you wardrobe as I will not be so considerate indefinitely.”

Brooke realises she’s been the victim of a set-up, by her lover and the girl she’s mentored for years. That Jason would play such a game is understandable he’s been playing games with her all along, though she suspects he had a good reason for all of them. But Indie? Indie who had written to her as 6 year-old begging for advice about how to become and actress. Who Brooke had advised, counselled and guided ever since. Indie whose 10th birthday party Brooke had turned up at unexpectedly making the girl the envy of all her friends, who Brooke had helped to get her first role.

‘Well girl if you want to play games with me, bring it on. I’ll put you over my knee as quickly as Master would put me over his.’

Thinking this she imagines Indies naked body in her lap, their pussies rubbing together as she spanks her. This gives her a sudden and unexpected thrill; she’d never though of a woman ‘that way’ before, but now she has she likes the idea. Being a Sex Slave, someone required to perform sex on demand regardless of whatever moral objections she might have has released her innate sexuality completely. Now years of pent up frustration are flooding loose in new and exciting ideas. She wiggles with anticipation of her future.

Of course, she knows it was all Jason’s idea and Indie was just his tool, but it doesn’t change her feelings, much, after all she’s rather looking forward to spanking her little friend.

‘I bet you love being spanked Indie, and I know you’ll like apologising to me afterward. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at my body over the years, though I’ve always pretended, even to myself, not to know what it meant.’

So Brooke dresses still feeling a little uncomfortable about her new outfit, but much less so than she would have been had she not seen the other 'option' first. Then she realizes that was probably the intent of Jason's joke. He had once again anticipated her embarrassment and acted to nip it in the bud.

'Damn him. He's being too bloody clever for me, but I'll get the measure of him. I hope.'

She gets dressed, including the laurel wreath and shoes which discovers are not made to look expensive, but are genuinely very expensive. She finds once again that everything fits her perfectly. The gold in the wreath seems positively ancient and the real diamonds in her shoes are at least two carats each, 30 of them on each foot. Even the gold chord around her waste is threaded with real gold. Once dressed she stops to pose for him smiling enticingly.

"Is this to your satisfaction Master?" she asked coyly.

"Very." He commented standing. "As you should be able to tell."

His penis stood erect before him throbbing forcefully, looking even large than it had when he had when she had lusted to taste it that morning.

'Oh God, I want it, so much.' She realized.

Blushing profusely, she then catches sight of Indie staring hungrily at it. Behind Indie there are also two young girls of about 14, wearing white shifts of semi-transparent silk which barely concealed their obvious nakedness beneath. They also were staring at Jason’s proud manhood. Brooke can clearly see that all three girls are deeply aroused by the sight.

'Oh and I'm not alone. I'll have to watch her or she'll try to steal it from me. I'm not having that.'

So thinking she strode over and knelt before him, taking his cock between her hands like she was about to prey and swore.

"Oh Master, how may thy slave please you?"

"Oh, you will find out soon Brooke. But we don't have time to dally now. Up and stand ready, I see my clothes have arrived. You will help me dress."

Indie dares a quick glare at Brooke from behind her back, this used to be her honour.

"And you can wipe that expression of you face," he commands, “or I will. The hard way, you should remember if it were not for Brooke you would never have been here at all.”

"Yes Master." She responds "Sorry Brooke."

She adds knowing he would demand it if she didn't and because what he said was perfectly true. It was only because Brooke had chosen to befriend her that he had ever considered enslaving her. So Brooke would have a friend to help her settle in. She just wished he loved her like he loved Brooke.

Brooke glances back at her smiling sweetly, whilst stepping up beside Jason.

“It’s okay I know how you feel,” she comments, thinking ‘and I’m going to find out how you taste latter.’

Then she looks past Indie to the two young girls.

‘I wonder what they would feel and taste like.’ She thinks. ‘Oh God, did I just think that? They are so young, but so cute too. I’m turning into a pervert!’

“They look tasty don’t they Brooke,” whispers Jason, sensing her interest “shall we invite them to join us tonight?”

“But their age…” she whispers back.

“They’re past puberty and neither is a virgin, they’ve shared Indie’s bed since they turned 14. Not strictly legal, but then outside the cities here the law is what the local boss decides it should be.”

“Does the local boss here allow that?”

“Yes I do! I allow anyone over 14 to choose for themselves if they want to have sex with anyone it is fine by me, if they don’t equally fine. Of course after 18 I might choose for them, if I think it’s in their best interests.”

“Oh and you are the local boss?”

“I certainly am.”

“Good, then in answer to your question yes, let’s invite them to dinner tonight.”

“You mean to ‘be’ dinner tonight.”

Brooke just smiles and licks her lips.

Jason laughs. Then he calls the two girls forward. Between them they are carrying draped across their arms a long white cloth, shot through with deep Purple stripes and trimmed with ermine fur. There is also another wreath of gold, this one in bright gold, and a pair of gold sandals.

"I should have known, a bloody Toga," moaned Jason "a fur trimmed one at that! Not very authentic is it?”

Indie smiles broadly clearly enjoying an in joke.

‘So I’m not the only one you play tricks on, it’s a wonder your backsides not baboon pink.’

“Oh well, you meant well and it is your last time selecting my clothes, so I should have expected you to play your favourite prank. Thank you."

He smiled, and then turned to look at Brooke again.

"You look much more authentic in your Aphrodite outfit Brooke, especially with that crown, which is the genuine artefact, having come from the Goddesses own temple and estimated about 4,000 years old."

She blushes, feeling a bit foolish.

"Me! The Goddess of Love?" she asks disbelieving.

"I thought she was Venus." Adds Indie.

"They're the same Goddess just have different worshipers, Aphrodite to the Greeks & Venus to the Romans. She was not only the Goddess of Love Brooke, but also Beauty and you fit the bill as her earthly representation, her High-Priestess, very well on both counts.”

His cock begins to throb again.

“Yes you fit perfectly!" He declares,

She blushes again, but feels a lot happier. The two young girls glance enviously at her as if acknowledging defeat.

"Who are you supposed to be Indie,” He says quickly to change the subject before his lust for Brooke overcomes him.

"Acca Larenita?"

"Who's she?" Asks Indie.

"The Roman Goddess of Whores." He responds blandly.

Indies face goes bright red. Knowing he's spanking her for sins he's called her on before, being too obvious and too wilful. She was supposed to have brought two alternate dresses not just one. But she liked to show everything to him so she'd not done as he'd asked,

Brooke struggles to stifle a giggle, the title appears so appropriate.

'It serves you right for teasing me earlier.'

She feels a little guilty then

'What's made me so vindictive?'

Jason's next words give her the answer.

"Okay you two stop staring at my cock like you've never seen it before. Hell you've both bathed it more than once."

'Oh, you little strumpets.' She thinks instantly. 'Jealousy? I've never been jealous before, then again what have I had to be jealous about?'

Maybe the poor quality of her boyfriends compared to others, but they were her own choices; she certainly never felt jealous of other girls trying to take them off her. More relieved.

"Prepare to hand that monstrosity to Brooke. Brooke, do you know how to put on a Toga?"

"Yes Master."

She's pleased she does so she won't have to ask Indie for help. She dresses him carefully making sure everything is in its correct place, taking special care to slide her hand under and give his cock a secret squeeze in the process.

"You do know how to put on a Toga, don't you Brooke." He comments smiling.

She smiles back conspiratorially.

"Yes Master."

"I'll have to let you dress me in one again."

Indie looks from one to the other wondering what had just happened. He'd never wanted her to dress him in a Toga.

"Now it's time you met the others."

End of Part 12

[Jason Spider]

Indie leads the way followed by the two teenagers. Jason slips his right arm around Brooke and smiles into her eyes and gives her a squeeze.

"Don't be intimidated, remember you are the girl I love above all others."

The comment fills Brooke with a flush of comfort and love for Jason.

Then she & Jason follow the others out of the room arm in arm. Taking her first good look at the Villa Brooke has no clue about Roman architecture, nor does she care, all she cares is that she is living in a beautiful house and an impressive one.

"The Villa has been here for a very long time." He remarks, seeing her looking about. "About least sixteen centuries, though it has been re-built, restored and extended many times. Though this compound is much older, your temple was built about 300BC."

"Oh...My what Master?"

"Your temple Brooke, the temple of Aphrodite and Venus. There’s a building out back that was built as a temple, now it’s your private place where you can do whatever you want if you’re not with me.”

"I thought we’d be together all the time Master."

“I wish we could unfortunately being the local War-lord has responsibilities and sometimes they cannot be discharged in the presence of a woman, not even a High-Priestess. You see Brooke the compound has an entirely female population, other than me and a few boys all under the age of 7, of whom you are now the leader, again other than me.”

“Me, but I just got here.”

“Nevertheless you are my chosen and the woman I love. So you are in charge, when I’m not here you rule here. But outside of here we’re protected by an all male militia who effectively control this whole province on my behalf. Given the traditional attitudes to male & female roles here they won't obey the commands of any woman, nor allow any woman to be involved in ‘military matters’. The same is true of most of the other War-lords who rule the various provinces of Turkey and Government officials, all with similar attitudes.

Although I do know of one exception to that rule, there is one outstanding young lady who has managed to bully the local militia in her province to accept her commands.

I took over here through the fortuitous death of the previous War-lord in a border dispute with the War-lord of the Gelibouli Province, the neighbouring province to the North of here. He died on the point of victory, leaving both provinces without a leader. I happened to be in the region looking to set-up somewhere for my retirement and managed to convince the militia I was what they needed as their new leader.”

‘How did you do that?”

“Easy, I just killed the other contenders. It’s the traditional method.

“Oh.”

“On taking over I discovered I had not only this province to rule, but also the province of Gelibouli to establish control over before someone more powerful took over. I became the War-lord of Eceabat, this province and persuaded a friend of mine, with similar attitudes to take control of Gelibouli. Recently there was another border dispute further north opened up the province of Sarkoy for another like minded friend to take over.

So we each have our own compounds, similar to this and deal with the militia and other officials, which you cannot get involved in. Though you rule here when I’m not around, Either Gelibouli or Sarkoy will assist you with the external issues.”

“Oh, so I can trust them Master?”

“Not an inch, as I said they’re just like me, either one would happily have you as his Sex Slave in a heartbeat.”

“Oh, then why…

‘I said ‘you’ can’t trust them, but I can to an extent. They wouldn’t steal you from me, well not permanently, they know it would mean war and they don’t want that. We survive by working together, being outsiders together, they are both from the U.K. While I’m alive they will help you defend my province, but if I die they will try to take over or find someone else to. They will also try to take you for themselves.

“They won’t if you die I’ll go with you.”

“I can’t argue with you about that, given my history. But think carefully before you make that choice your still young and very beautiful it won’t take you long to find someone else and you can be happy now that you’ve found out how to enjoy yourself.”

“What history Master?”

“Another time Brooke, you have to meet your new family now, and in a few days the War-lords or Gelibouli and Sarkoy will be here to meet you as well. Oh and they’ll be bringing a couple of their girls with them for some fun.”

“Fun Master?”

Oh yes Brooke, real fun.”

“Oh that sort of fun. What are they like Master.”

Clearly she isn’t horrified off by the idea, as she would have been just 48 hours ago. How quickly a bit of love and a good solid rooting can clear the cobwebs from a frustrated mind.

“Well the War-lord of Sarkoy, Tim is about my age and has been a fan of yours since you were on Neighbours, his best girl is someone you know well, but I won’t spoil the surprise, I’ll also let her tell you what sort of a bloke he is, she’ll be happy to. The War-lord of Gelibouli on the other is a lot younger and never got to see you on TV much, but likes what he has seen very much. His best girls, he has two of them, are girls you’ll recognise, but I don’t think you’ve met; again they are better judges of him than I am. They are just good mates to me, but they girls know them, intimately.”

“Have you done this sort of thing before Master?”

“Yes, several times. We live interesting lives. Aren’t you glad I brought you here?”

“Yes Master, very happy I would be even if there was only the two of us. Can I ask one more question Master?”

“Yes Brooke. Actually now that you’ve accepted you role more fully, you can ask any questions you like, providing you don’t question my judgement. You can also discuss any topic you like, so long as you respect me command to ‘shut-up’ if I give it. One other thing you can always do is have sex with whoever you like, providing your always mine first and foremost.”

“Oh, thank you Master. What I wanted to know was, what’s Indies role, I though she ran the place?”

"Indie is my, our, Butler Brooke, though she also answers to Mistress of the Household as she runs the household for us. You will meet the other Mistresses of the compound today. Now in-fact because here they all are."

So saying he led her into the large central garden of the Villa where about 30 women were gathered.

They were collected in small groups of three. Each group contained a woman dressed somewhat like Brooke though to varying degrees of modesty and elegance, and two teenage girls in semi-transparent shifts. The colours of these clothes were different for each group.

"The style and colour of their clothing is traditional, as is that of their apprentices. Let me introduce you. He release her then steps away a half step and calls out "Ladies I present to you your new High-Priestess, please come forward and welcome her...Mistress of Warriors!"

A woman in black steps forward. Brooke recognises her instantly.

"Sandra Bullock?" She comments shocked.

"Hello Brooke," replies Sandra "I'm so glad to meet you at last. I've admired your work; it’s a pity we never got to work together. Though it's probably made me a lot richer than I would have been if you'd been competing for roles with me.” She concludes smiling

Then hugs Brooke and gives her a very passionate kiss including slipping her tongue deep into Brooke's mouth, whilst reaching down with her left hand and pulling Brooke close so their pussies rub together.

The she breaks off and kneels before Jason.

"Welcome back Master, is there is anything you need of me, anything?"

She asks with obvious lustful intent.

"Not just now Sandie, but I will remember you offered. Mistress of the Kitchens."

Sandra shakes her head sadly, and then looks up at Brooke and nods clearly seeing her offer won't be accepted anytime soon. As she gets up and walks away another woman comes forward, dressed in Blue. Again Brooke recognises her as a celebrity, also noting she is another very attractive woman. The ritual of greeting her with a hug and kiss and then bowing before Jason is observed again, though this time without as much obvious lust, but still with clear indication the woman would be willing to sleep with either of them if they wished. This is followed by the introduction of seven other beautiful women all of whom she recognizes, and all of whom have a kind word and more than friendly kiss for Brooke and open eagerness fro Jason's attention. Jason obviously likes his women to be well known, very attractive and very available, not to mention bi-sexual. This last disturbs her slightly, she has barely got the hang of being heterosexual, and the idea of adding a second sex to her 'play-list' is something she's a bit intimidated by.

Only one woman remains not introduced a Blond of about 5'6", probably in her late 20's and dressed in Green, who had until now been acting as if she was completely disinterested in the proceedings. Being more interested apparently in tormenting her apprentices with instructions. The poor girls had been running in and out with items for her fetching things that once delivered she totally ignored.

Jason calls out "The Mistress of The Feast."

Then whispers to her. "Our chief food taster, sometimes the other War-lords indulge in the use of poison."

The he chuckles adding. "A very important person, obviously."

The Blond delays just long enough to make clear, she isn't jumping to obey. Then she spins theatrically, like the ham actor she is, and struts toward them.

'Bec Hewitt.' Brooke realises 'I should have guessed, who else could think herself so important.'

Bec had been lauded by one magazine as Brooke's fellow Teen Queen of Australian TV at one time, and had been seriously pissed to have to share the title. Whilst Brooke had seen it as what is was a ridiculous headline used to justify a publishing yet another photo shoot of their tits & arses. "A self important strumpet with the IQ of a snail, and the acting talent of a block of wood." Was how the two Teen Kings, Brooke & Bec's on-screen love interests, had described Bec. Though it didn't stop them both bedding Bec after the shoot. They had wanted to bed Brooke as well, but she had no intentions of sleeping with even her co-star though he was her notionally her boyfriend, let alone getting into bed with the other guy who she barely knew. It didn't stop Bec for a second; all they had to do was tell her she should have got the title alone and pretend they considered it an honour to be her King's. Bec was especially pleased to think she was taking Brooke's boyfriend off her, enough to agree to bed them both together.

"Hello Satchwell,” she comments contemptuously "I heard you'd turned up."

She moves in to give the traditional hug, but digs her nails into Brooke's back in doing so.

"Don't think your going to muscle in on this like you did my Crown." She whisper, too quiet for Jason to hear s instead of kissing Brooke.

Then she turns toward him, 'accidentally' striking Brooke's breast hard with her elbow as she does. Kneeling and looking up feigning love and respect, her limited acting ability obvious.

"Master, are you sure this is who you want as High-Priestess. Surely someone more attractive and talented would be more suitable?"

"Meaning you, I suppose." He responds.

"Well...I would be willing, if you asked."

"Oh no Bec, I couldn't possibly loose you from you current position, who else would I trust. You know my life is in your hands nearly every day, what could be more valuable to me than that?"

'If you had a fraction of the attractiveness or talent you think you have sweetheart you'd be far too valuable to be risked as a food taster.' He thinks. 'As far as being superior in either to Brooke, on your best day you didn't look as desirable as she did when she stepped out of that prison cell, and all your talent wouldn't match the talent in her pinkie toe.'

"Yes Master, I understand Master." She responds, clearly not understanding at all.

She stands proudly, glancing a Brooke and smiling at her wickedly, then sniffs, twirls trying to look impressive, but almost falling over her own feet, recovering barely she flounces off populously, signalling her poor suffering apprentices she storms straight out of the garden.

The moment she is out of earshot the rest of the assembly break down into howls of laughter, except for Brooke who is stunned at Bec's vindictiveness over a silly photo shoot.

"Don't worry about her Brooke," Jason comments "I let her think she is important because she really does risk her life for me nearly every day, so it's the least I can do to let her think she matters to me. But she has no position from which to harm you, but never eat anything she offers you. Her apprentices will taste your food eat only what they offer you; they hate her and will not help her do anything to harm you. Don't worry overly about them being poisoned in your stead it is very unlikely anyone will try to poison you other than her. But she won't if she knows your foods being tasted anyway."

"Do you trust her Master; couldn't she try to poison you?"

"Oh I trust her greed and stupidity. She knows she can't take over here and she is rewarded very well for her work. Plus she isn't smart enough to be able to do a deal with my enemies without my spies catching her at it, she hasn't even realised that her apprentices work for me not her."

She looks at him for a moment, clearly wanting to ask a question, but unsure if it is allowed.

"Yes Brooke I have slept with all my Mistresses, except Bec, and several of their apprentices as well. As you know I like sex Brooke, it is fun."

"Oh, but you've never slept with Bec Master. Doesn't she get upset about that?" '

I would.' She thinks.

"I did once a long time ago, before she married Lleyton, but not since I don't sleep with other men's wives, nor even their girlfriend's unless they give me permission. But to be honest I probably wouldn't sleep with her even if she wasn't married, she's just so dumb. No she doesn't get upset; she thinks my not sleeping with her is another sign of her status."

"Probably Master?"

"Oh yes I can think of circumstance where I might bed her, but I'm afraid she wouldn't like it. I'm not always as nice man Brooke.”

“I’m sure you only treat her the way she deserves Master. I’ve often wished I didn’t always have to be so nice to people.”

“You don’t Brooke, indeed I command you not to be. It isn’t good to be nice to everyone; some people need to learn that their not being nice entitles others to treat them equally.”

‘I’ll try Master.”

“I know you will and I’ll help you. Now there something else we have to do, now that Bec's out of the way, before we can get on with your introduction to the family.

“Indie bring the equipment so Brooke can formalise her agreement.”

“Yes Master.” Indie responds, heading off with her apprentices.

“Agreement?”

“Yes Brooke I always ask girls to tell me specifically what they will and won’t allow me to do with them.”

"But I’m your slave Master, doesn’t that mean I have no choice.”

“Only an animal would deny someone and choice Brooke, and I’m not an animal. You have a choice, and also the right to change it at any time. But I find having it recorded formally helps people to clarify what they really can and can’t accept and so they rarely complain later, except sometime that they limited it too much.”

Indie returns carrying a lap top and small printer, the apprentices bring a small table and chair. Once this is set-up Indie logs onto the computer and brings up a program and types in Broke and her own names and the date. Then she gets up to let Brooke sit down. On the screen Brooke finds a long list of sexual acts with check-boxes next to them in three columns. These are headed ‘Anyone’, ‘Master Only’, ‘Master &/or Friend’. She realises immediately what is required and begins checking boxes, when she is finished she signals Indie, who takes her place and prints the result, then saves the file and exits the program.

Without a word Brooke take a pen being offered to her by one of the apprentices and signs the document. Indie brings another pen out of somewhere and witnesses Brooke’s signature. Then she hands the agreement to Jason.

“Very good Brooke, you included more items than I expected.”

"I though about adding more Master, but I’m not sure I’m ready for them yet, you did say I can change it latter?”

“Yes Brooke any time you like.”

She nods happily.

“Okay Indie, make copies for me and Brooke and put this in the safe.”

Indie acknowledges and then she and the two girls take everything away. When they return they bring out a large device something like a vaulting horse so heavy they have to roll it in big rubber wheels, this is set in the middle of the garden. On it are arrayed a number of ropes leading down to eye bolts around the base.

“Good, now it’s time for me to pay you back for your little wake-up present."

"Oh," she responds, “I like that idea.”

Then she looks around to take in the other women present.

"Yes Brooke, the Mistresses and there apprentices will be here throughout your induction."

She hesitates for a second, but instead of balking, just smiles at the assembled group.

'I hope you enjoy the show,’ she thinks ’I think I will.’

"Ladies, it’s time for Brooke’s induction?"

End of Part 13

[Jason Spider]

A couple of little extras for those interested, a look at Brooke's outfit and the agreement she signed.