Semua Bab Trapped Between Two Alphas: Bab 461 - Bab 470

"You're not an ordinary slave, Karen, if you tried to escape from the underground!" Carmen exclaimed. "But I have to lead you to the kitchen to get breakfast and then you'll help me to tidy the underground cells" Carmen explained. 'I begin my training by doing the fags,' Karen thought. But once in the kitchen, she found out the other girls were discussing the program of the day. Who was going to cook, to clean the slaves-room, but also the guard's ones? The breakfast consisted of bread and coffee: it was a slave's breakfast, but it was better than what she was used to in the basement."Come on Karen, we have to be synchronous with the guard to do the rooms when they lead the slaves-to-be to the showers," Carmen said and they both left.When he saw Carmen and Karen in the corridor, John entered Jenny's cell."Hi, Jenny! Today I lead you to the showers." John announced."Hi, please not with the ankle chains, please." The girl begged. Karen looked at her own ankles that were still marked

When the boy was up and undressing, Alex found him exciting. He was young, 20 from his folder, nearly hairless and with short blond hair. His round face with a small nose was pale and marked by his tears. She wondered what made him cry. Was it the shame of pissing himself or the fear of what is to come? A mixture of both, for sure. She realised John was there when Erik threw his shirt in the vessel John brought. He looked at her and then opened his zip, then removed his wet trousers. The smelly clothes landed next on the shirt. His thighs were muscular, but not too much. What she realized then was how androgynous he was. He could easily have passed for a woman. But all doubts were erased when he removed his underwear. Alex began to water despite he was small and soft. Did he look at her or John? His softness began to change she could tell. She smiled, she liked to see the spectacle of a rising dick! But the boy hid his genitals with his hands."Kneel and put your hands' behind your ba

The sun was rising over London this Saturday morning, and Melissa was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She looked out the window every other minute to survey the road. She was anxious.The water was boiling, so she poured it on the tea. She turned again to the window and saw the car. That car used to be parked almost all day long in front of the Paulson house. A woman is behind the steering wheel, so Melissa thought she was one of the journalists Frank described to her when she had arrived in London.She still hesitated, then turned, got her shoes and left the house. She ran across the road. The woman opened the windows, Melissa looked at the woman and began to ask: "can you help me to escape?"."You're a slave, you're owned by Igor Paulson?" the blond woman asked. Melissa nodded."Enter, I'll set you free" She replied. Melissa didn't hesitate and sat in the car, then they drove away."I want to know your entire story... Let's start with what's your name?" the journalist asked."Sl

Its only late in the night that Jim tried to use the OSO VPN to have a look at the organisation servers, and to stop the order to follow him, or perhaps to kidnap him. But his password did not work. Someone was taking the OSO ownership.On Tuesday morning, Jim went early to the airport. The jet was there. He went to find the pilots."How are you?" he asked."Fine Jim, do you want to go to the island today?""I would like to do that, but to surprise Franck do you think I can be hidden in the plane?""Of course, I will take you as a co-pilot!"They waited half an hour before the black van came towards the plane."A package for you," the driver said to the pilot while Jim, who had put on a pilot shirt, seemed to read the weather information."Of course, I will have the luggage bay opened for you, come with me," he said.Jim breathed and looked far away from the operation, as a wooden crate was transferred from the van to the plane. One new slave to be trained at OSO he thought. 'Could I

Ben was moved as he prepared for his jog. He was still hesitating, and he decided not to do what had been agreed. Yet, when he closed the door he grabbed the handcuffs, and the keys that he had already attached to a long shoelace.The idea had come to him from SlaveStorm, a contact with which he had exchanged on the networks. They had often discussed what they would do if he met. Ben was not homosexual, but yet these discussions always excited him a lot.He left the house at a slow pace, to warm up. Then he decided to drop out and turn right. However, at the last moment, at the crossroads, he took a left and passed on the edge of the forest. He knew it was unreasonable. However, he continued to accelerate the pace gradually, before arriving near the small path. Once again a sixth sense told him not to go, but he did. The leaves of the trees slipped on his clothes. Then there was this clearing. We could see the road behind. Stopping would be crazy. He put one hand on one buttock, the h