White Slaves of the Caribbean

She got the point, nodding submission.

"And take off your underwear."

"What?"

"I don't like your underwear. You don't need it. Take it off."

"But...I don't want to walk around with those two dorks without underwear. How embarrassing!"

Had he pushed her too far? He thought she'd chicken out and leave the room. Now is the moment of truth he thought. If she does this I'll get anything I want.

She also sensed the significance of the moment. She stared back at him, indecisive - for one last minute still in control of her destiny. They looked at each other in silence for what seemed like forever - her uncertain gaze meeting his cruel eyes. Now was decision time for her: freedom or servitude. If she dropped the pantie, she'd be a slave.

The pantie fell to the floor. He owned her.

Chapter Six

Sabina looked like shit when she got back to the room just after sunset. Her make-up was smeared and streaky, her hair long since uncombed, and she'd lost an earring. Her blouse, missing a button, was dirty and askew. Her legs and arms were scratched up.

"What happened to you?"

"That Janet is a bitch," she replied angrily. "And Fred is a pervert."

"Tell me about it."

"We took a taxi to this warehouse district outside of town. There are a bunch of wholesale shops selling souvenirs and crap. They're not in the same building, but spread out over several blocks. We had to walk a lot. It was hot.

"We first went to a store that sells dolls and shit. They bought a whole bunch of them - two shopping bags. I had to carry that.

"Then we went to this tapestry place. They bought dozens of shawls, tablecloths, towels, and junk. Fred took off his backpack and they filled it up with textiles.

"They then made me wear the backpack. It had a belt that fits around the waist - Janet fastened that for me and pulled it really tight. Like she tried to hurt me or something. Anyway, they made it so I couldn't easily take it off to rest. I wore that stupid backpack for hours. And they kept putting more crap into it.

"When the backpack and the shopping bags were full they got this shoulder bag I had to carry. It kept falling down, and then Janet would get mad and slap me. Not hard, but how would you like to be slapped and scolded in a store in front of clerks and customers? She treated me like a child."

Or a slave, thought Jim.

"And then she'd tousle my hair - like you would with a child or a dog. It would get into my face and eyes, and since my hands were full there wasn't much I could do about it. She did it just to irritate me. Asshole."

Jim decided he liked Janet.

"But Fred was worse. Whenever Janet wasn't looking he'd pat my butt. Since my hands were full I couldn't stop him without making a scene. And I guess he figured out I wasn't wearing any underwear. So pretty soon he had his hands under my skirt. And then when Janet went into a store and we were standing on sidewalk, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse so that my tits almost hung out. And of course he couldn't resist copping a feel. What a jerk!"

"Did Janet make you button up again?" asked Jim."

"Of course not. She either didn't notice or didn't care.

"And then we went and bought these bird cages - two big ones. They weren't heavy, but bulky - that's how I got all scratched up. Fred finally took the shopping bags so I could carry the bird cages - and the shoulder bag and the back pack. My arms are killing me.

"At the end we stopped to get something to drink. At least they let me put down the packages. They only let me drink water, but I really needed that. We sat in a restaurant booth, with me on one side and Fred and Janet on the other. I thought I'd be safe. But no way. Fred took his bare foot and stuck it between my thighs under the table. I couldn't complain - Janet might get mad at him, but she'd take it out on me.

"If he didn't already know I was naked underneath, he certainly found out in the restaurant."

"Is that called 'pussyfooting around'?" Jim asked, smiling.

Sabina didn't think that was funny. They sat quietly for a minute.

"An afternoon well spent," said Jim. "That's $500 off your debt right there."

"Debt? What debt?"

"You have to pay back all the money you owe me."

"What money do I owe you?"

"The airfare was $2000. The hotel and food are $400 per day, and we've already been here a week. That doesn't count the dinners and stuff we eat outside the hotel - those are added separately. And then my time is $50/hour - I'm not doing this for free, you know. On the credit side you get $100 for the blowjob you gave me yesterday, and I'm giving you $500 for your service to Fred and Janet." He took out the little book where he kept records. "The total you still owe me is $8,200 as of right now."

Sabina, astonished, didn't complain. Jim knew she wouldn't - the Rubicon had been crossed.

"What about the ring?" she asked, holding up the diamond.

"I'm not charging you for that. But you probably want to return it to me. A debt slave shouldn't be wearing a ring - it might get lost and then you would owe me. I'll keep it for you now, and then if it's appropriate later I'll give it back to you."

Debt slave? Return the ring? Those words must have stung because she started to cry. Still, slowly, she removed the ring and handed it over.

Chapter Seven

Jim met Fred in the hotel bar for a man-to-man chat.

"I want to fuck your wife," Jim said. "Tell me what you need to make that happen."

Jim watched his face like a movie. First shock - he started to walk away. But Jim had just bought him a drink and he didn't want to abandon it - and he owed because of Sabina's help. Then came greed: just what did he need to make that happen? He probably thought of many things, none of which he'd get.

Fred finally answered. "There are all these young and pretty native girls who would just love to have your money. Why are you hitting on my wife? She's not young, and she's not all that beautiful?"

"She's pretty enough. And the natives are still there - I'll fuck them anyway. But I got a business idea and Janet and you can be part of it."

"Business? What's that?" Fred leaned forward and Jim knew he had him hooked.

"Prostitution is illegal in this country. When I first got here I tried to bribe the concierge, but he wouldn't bite. So they're serious about that. At first I was disappointed, but now I see opportunity. I propose a prostitution ring with White girls - paying guests who they can't arrest. It'll make a lot of money. Sabina will go along. If you and Janet want to help out I'll share the profits."

Not entirely true. Jim's real intention was to enslave Janet. No profit-sharing necessary.

"So you want my wife to be a prostitute?"

"The thought did cross my mind."

"So what makes you think Janet will agree?" He paused. "Why do you think I'll agree?"

"There's money in it for you. And it might be fun. As for her, you'll have to convince her." He repeated his question. "What do you need to make this happen? Money? I got that. I don't mind over-paying her for starters. Flattery will get you everywhere."

Fred, quiet, drained his drink and walked to the window. It took several minutes for him to process all this. He walked slowly back to the table: "five hundred quid."

Jim faked shock at the price. He wasn't really worried about the money - he'd get every cent back from them and much more besides. The higher the bill now, the more they'd be in hock for later. "Let's see. That's about $800. I'll negotiate the best price I can with Janet, and the difference between that and $800 is yours."

And then as an afterthought: "Oh, and if you want to fuck Sabina, that's gonna cost you $300."

"So I still don't know how to get Janet to do it," Fred said. "She's a pretty strong person. I can't just tell her to go fuck somebody and expect her to obey."

"No, you couldn't, could you," said Jim, appreciating the "unintended" insult on Fred's manhood. "Just tell her there's a booze, money and sex party in my room at 7pm tonight. She knows I'm rich - she'll bite. And no second chances - you both either show up tonight or the whole deal is off. I'll find some other lady."

Back in the room, Jim needed to make sure Sabina obeyed. He couldn't risk a scene this evening.

Between the front door to the suite and the sitting room was a short foyer. He put a chair in the foyer.

"New rule, bitch," he said, finally addressing her with an appropriate title. "From now on you are to be naked in this room. Whenever you walk in the room you are to strip naked in the foyer before coming any further. I put a chair there for you to use. And the reverse is true - you need to get dressed in the foyer before leaving the room."

She stared at him.

"So get over there and get naked," he ordered, loudly.

She slowly got off the sofa and walked across the room. She put her clothes over the chair, and when naked turned to him smiling, spreading her upturned palms to show off. "Ta da!"

Jim smiled back. "Cool. Now crawl over here and give me another blow job."

That wiped the smile off her face, but she got down on her hands and knees and obeyed.

Chapter Eight

Needing Sabina dressed for the evening he put her in a hippie skirt - one of those tie-dye, ankle-length thingys popular in the '70s. Her t-shirt read "I ♥ New York." Not high fashion, but that wasn't the point. Of course he didn't tell her what was going down.

She surely knew something was up. The credenza, loaded with quality booze, suggested a party. Her wearing clothes also gave the game away. On the coffee table was a deck of cards. But she knew better than to ask questions. She sat at her assigned place - alone on the love-seat. Behind it he'd stashed a bag with supplies.

Seven o'clock rolled around, and nothing happened. He put some tunes on to suggest the mood - love songs from the sixties and seventies.

At twenty past he told himself he'd give them another ten minutes and then make good on his threat to call off the deal.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello Fred," he said ushering the man inside. Fred nodded a greeting without smiling.

Janet followed, smiling broadly. "Thank you for the invitation. We're so happy to be here." She offered her cheek for a kiss. Jim obliged. She dressed modest but sexy - a pencil skirt to just above the knee, with a slightly translucent blouse that showed the bra line. Carefully coiffed hair proved she took this date seriously.

"What's your poison?" asked Jim after assigning seats. Janet he put on the sofa, with Fred on the chair, who looked disappointed that he didn't get to share the love seat with Sabina. Fred and Janet got real drinks - Fred's extra strong. Jim opened a beer that he never drank. Sabina only got a glass of soda water.

They talked about whatever. Jim, sitting next to Janet on the sofa, casually laid a couple clean benjamins on the table. Janet stared at them. After serving Fred his second drink Jim popped the question.

"Janet," he said, looking straight at her, his hand resting lightly against her shoulder, "the reason I asked you over is I'd like to make love to you. Is that cool?" He pretended to care about her opinion.

She turned bright red, looking first at Fred, then Sabina, then briefly at Jim. Intimidated by his steady gaze she fixed on the benjamins instead. Jim pushed them toward her. "Does that help?"

In desperation she turned to Fred for advice, getting none. "Well, uh... I mean, ... I don't know," she stammered, with just the hint of a smile.

"I'll try to make it easier for you," and he pulled another three benjamins out of his pocket. "I think a game would be fun. What if you and Sabina played a game of strip poker?. And if you lose, I'll put in this extra $300 if you have sex with me."

"And if I don't lose?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Then you still get the $200 for sex. But we'll try to jig the game so that you'll lose."

"How will you do that?"

"Not counting your shoes, how many clothes are you wearing?"

"Four," she said, obviously referring to blouse, skirt, bra & pantie.

"And what are you wearing?" he asked Sabina.

"A dress and a t-shirt."

"No underwear?" he asked in mock surprise.

"Seems she doesn't like underwear," contributed Fred.

"Well, that's not fair," continued Jim. "What should we do about that?"

"Janet could take off her knickers," suggested Fred.

Janet glared at him. "Or Sabina could put on some clothes like a decent lady." Sabina smiled at that idea.

"I'm not sure about decent," said Jim, "but I do think she needs some more clothes." He rose and walked back around the love seat to his bag of tricks and pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs.

"I don't want to be tied up," Sabina said, surprised with a touch of fear.

"I don't really care what you want. You need to wear some more clothes." He extended the cuffs toward Janet.

Fred had a hard-on. Janet smiled. She really did have that sadistic streak - that's why Jim liked her. Janet tentatively took the handcuffs. Jim pushed Sabina forward so that she could get her hands behind her back. She resisted.

"Look, lady. You need to play along. Got that." She got the point.

Janet walked around behind the love seat next to Jim to fasten the cuffs. Jim put his free arm around Janet's waist. It took her a minute to figure out how the cuffs worked, but then she fixed them good and tight, palms facing each other and the loose ends away from the fingers. Sabina grimaced but there was nothing she could do. Jim let her sit back again.

"So that gives Sabina three clothes to Janet's four. Still not fair."

They knew he had the answer, and so he did. He pulled another pair of cuffs from the bag. Janet walked round the love seat and knelt by Sabina's feet. She quickly fixed her ankles together - too tight for comfort.

"How long do I have to sit like this?" She got no answer.

"So now she's tied up, four to four. Still not good odds, Janet. You need to lose. What next?"

"Janet could still take off her undies?" chirped Fred hopefully.

"Nah, I got a better idea." Jim rummaged around in his stash and pulled out a ball gag. It was a professional deal - maybe 3" in diameter with a hole in the middle for air, and leather straps to go around the back of the head.

"I don't want to be gagged," shouted Sabina, panic in her voice. She struggled against her cuffs, succeeding only in half pushing herself off the sofa.

"Shut up bitch. We're not going to hurt you." Jim handed the ball gag to Janet, curious to test if she really was a sadist. "Hold her nose to get her mouth open, and then push this in."

Janet hopped to. She stood over Sabina like some vicious dental hygienist. Sabina clamped her teeth shut, turning her head away. No matter - Jim held her head still while Janet pinched her nostrils. The lips parted but not the teeth.

"Hold it over her mouth, but cover it so she can't breathe without opening it." Janet pushed the gag past her lips, restricting air as much as possible. Eventually the jaw relaxed and the gag slipped inside. Sabina breathed deeply but the jig was up. Janet shoved the ball hard past the teeth, deep inside.

"mmmfh, mmmmmpf."

The straps were fastened with more force than even Jim thought necessary - Sabina grimaced in pain. I'll get back at her thought Jim - a little sadism is OK, but Janet enjoyed this too much. He grabbed Sabina under the arms and lifted her back properly onto the sofa.

And then, to totally rig the outcome, he put a baseball cap on her head. It made it hard for her to see.

Chapter Nine

"Here's the two hundred bucks," he said, pushing the bills toward her. "And if you lose the strip game then here's the other three hundred." He put three bills in the center of the table. "Either way I'm fucking you as soon as the game is over." It wasn't a request.

The game was high card - each girl pulled a card from the deck, and whoever was low took off some clothing. "Sabina obviously can't play her own hand. Fred can play it for her."

Janet lost the first round. "Oooo," said Fred, happily. "Why don't you take off your knickers?" Janet gave him an evil eye.

She reached down and removed the low-heeled modest pumps, revealing pink-painted toes. These wiggled nervously into the carpet. She watched Jim staring at her.

Janet lost the second round as well.

"Guess it's time for the knickers."

Janet hated her husband, but it seemed he was right. She wouldn't look any more naked without underwear. She put her hands inside the waistband to push them down, and then wiggled her legs to shake them loose to her ankles. Jim had hoped she'd lift up her skirt - didn't happen. But the shimmy and the shake got him hard anyway.

Sabina, who desperately wanted to lose the ball gag, finally lost round three. She had to settle for going barefoot. Janet removed her sandals. "Mmmmmfph" was the only reply.

But the girl got lucky again, and off came the cap. At least she could see straight.

Then Janet lost - though even for her "losing" meant winning $300. Still, stripping in public made her blush. She paused before deciding to take off her blouse. She undid the five buttons - red with embarrassment as Jim watched her - and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a low-cut, frilly black bra.

"Sexy!" said Fred, sarcastically. Jim looked on appreciatively.

Janet got the high card on round six - Sabina had to lose something. "Mmmmfpff" was her suggestion, presumably indicating the ball gag. Saliva dripped down the side of her mouth.

"I'd go for the shirt," offered Janet, "but I guess with the cuffs and all that comes off last."

"Not so," said Jim, producing a pair of snub-nosed scissors. He moved over to the love seat to hold his fiancee in place while Janet went to work. Not that Sabina struggled, but he had fun feeling her up. Janet started cutting at the belly button. It took a while for her to slice the shirt between the breasts. Jim grabbed her tits as it fell open, while Janet cut away the sleeves and pulled the garment off. Jim massaged her naked breast, while Janet mussed her hair into her eyes before sitting down.

Round seven went to Sabina, which put Janet just that much closer to the extra $300. "Take off the skirt," said Fred, now on his fourth drink.

"Why don't you just go fuck yourself." With that she reached back and undid the bra. She had full breasts. Jim gave Sabina's pair a good squeeze.

Sabina lost round eight. Jim pulled her up off the sofa, lifting her up and swinging her round so her butt faced Janet. She got the full force of his throbbing dick against her crotch. Janet unfastened the hook that held the waistband together. As Jim relaxed his grip the skirt fell to the floor, three inches below her feet. He clasped the now naked girl against him again, his hardness against her nether lips. Had he not been clothed himself he would have entered her.

For a brief moment he loved her. Her bound and helpless body triggered compassion, not sadism. He almost abandoned the mission - enslaving Janet - to make love - not fuck, but make love - to Sabina.

Instead he pushed her back onto the sofa. She looked at him for mercy and affection. Finding none, she said "mmmmmpfhpf."

Chapter Ten

Only one more hand needed playing, and Janet lost. She reached behind her to unfasten and unzip her skirt stepping out of it one leg at a time, leaving the lady naked. Jim admired the brown pussy, the smooth thighs, the full breasts, and the cute toes.

"Turn around."

She did, and he slapped the shapely butt - not hard, but it got her attention. "What'd you do that for?"

"Because I felt like it," he said sternly. Slaves don't argue back - she'd learn soon enough.

He stood and walked behind the love seat and unfastened the ball gag, which Sabina removed completely as soon as he undid the handcuffs. She then unfastened the ankle cuffs. Well trained, she didn't even ask to get dressed.