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Slave Island

Date: 6/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Author: Piers, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

viciously across the cheek, leaving a red mark. The slap brought tears to her eyes and the teenage girl sobbed helplessly as he pulled her across the cabin and pushed her up the steps onto the deck. Blurred by her tears, Miranda tried to look around as he continued to force her forward onto the quay. She stumbled but his cruel grip held her upright. The harbor was surrounded on three sides by cliffs that sheltered it from the wind and from sight of the ocean. The path from the quay was paved with crumbling concrete, pushed apart in places by the roots of the stunted trees that grew on either side. She winced with pain as the hard, crumbling surface cut into the bare soles of her feet. Looking up she could see a grim concrete building at the end of the path. “Here’s your new home. You’d better get used to it and to your new name; it’s “Slave”. Get used to it because it’s all I’m going to call you.” “Move, Slave” he said pushing her, stumbling along the path. Once they were out of the shelter of the cove there was a cold wind and the girl shivered as much from the wind against her bare arms and legs as from the feeling of terror that was overwhelming her. “It can’t be real” she thought “This is some horrible nightmare. I’m going to wake up and find that I’m home. “ But however much she tried to wake up there was no change. She began to feel sick to her stomach, maybe it was real. This man really meant to keep her as a slave. What would he make her do? What would he do to her ... if she refused? The feeling of sickness mounted into her throat. Her cheek still ached from the slap he’d given her in the cabin for wetting the bunk. She knew he’d do worse if she threw up in his house. She forced herself to swallow the bile back down while he unlocked the door of the grey, concrete building. He held her firmly by one arm. The door open, he pushed her inside. The room was lit by huge windows that gave a wide view over the ocean. Miranda began to sense how alone she was. There was no one to help her. Her mind was numb. She couldn’t think of anything to say or do. The man pushed her further into the room, where she stood, looking at the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could feel him staring at her. She looked up and shivered at the look in his eyes. Her stomach churned with horror, he wasn’t looking at her as if she was a person but rather as you look at an object that you’ve just got. Gathering her courage, Miranda was about to talk; to start pleading with him to let her go, when he reached forward and held her with one hand on the back of her neck while his other hand started to fondle her breasts through the thin cloth of her teeshirt. The girl screamed at his touch. With her hands tied behind her back she was unable to push him away. She twisted her body desperately to get away from him but his grip on her neck was too strong. Miranda raised her knee to try and hit him in the groin but he turned aside so it hit him harmlessly on the thigh. He ...