Anjelina's New Slave

PART 1

He quickly made his way through the market place, weaving in and out of the crowds. It was busy, but he knew she was not far behind, but just keeping her distance. He didn't know if she was aware he knew of her presence. He guessed she did because she'd been stalking him for several hours now, with only a token gesture of staying hidden.

He suddenly stopped mid-step, deciding almost immediately to try and turn the tables. For three hours he'd put up with the uncertainty of her intentions. Glancing back she stopped too, ducking behind a stall for camouflage.

'Right', he thought. 'I'll find out what all this is about once and for all'.

Keeping low, he wound his way through the shoppers in a semi-circle until he stood behind. This was the closest he'd seen her. Whenever he'd tried this before she always managed to disappear. She was taller than him, dressed in a hat pulled low, covering most of her face. Her long coat had the collar turned up against the cold and below it showed the bottom half of leather boots. Peering this way and that indicated she was looking out for him.

'Excuse me!' he exclaimed, standing behind her.

She whirled round in surprise. She wore thick-rimmed spectacles and he couldn't see much of her face.

'Why have you been following me?' he asked bluntly.

The surprised look in her eyes changed. Her hand lunged from her pocket and he felt a sting in his side. It took him a moment to realize she'd got a hypodermic in her hand. Swiftly she threw it to the ground. The crowds continued in their business, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding.

'What the fuck are you doing?' he gasped. His vision was draining like fluid, becoming blurry and disorientated. He felt his legs turning to jelly.

'He's had a bit too much to drink,' her husky voice said to a couple of stallholders, watching her supporting him.

'Help me, she's a mad woman,' he wanted to say, but his mouth wouldn't work. He felt himself being led away, leaning against her, his arm held across her broad shoulder.

His throat made some noises of protestation but this only brought a faint snigger from his captor.

'Hi, I'm Anjelina and you're going to be mine very soon,' she told him ominously. 'You're destined going to be all mine to do whatever I want with.'

He felt himself being bundled into the back of a camper van and the door was slammed shut. Next thing she was in the driver's seat and they accelerated away. He rolled on the floor as she took the corners sharply. He lay there, unable to get up or do anything, wondering and dreading what she had in store for him.

The next thing he knew she was helping him roughly out of the camper, across a gravel drive and into a double-fronted house. The drug had made him compliant but had not affected his ability to move. She kicked the front door shut behind them, threw off her hat and coat, and tossed her long red hair so it cascaded down her shoulders. Her thick glasses were thrown on top of the heaped coat and her true appearance revealed itself to be very different from what he'd expected. Green sparkling eyes, full lips, high cheek bones and a beauty spot. She was very attractive, the sort of woman who could turn the heads of any man. Her figure was strictly centre-fold; weight-trained, voluptuous, muscled and statuesque. Her large breasts were held in place by a light-tan soft suede jerkin, studded at the front. Her lower half was encased with matching figure-hugging side-studded jodhpurs which emphasized the majestic protruding buttocks. These were tucked into brown boots, completing the picture.

She assisted him through a door leading from the large hallway and was met by another statuesque Amazon at the top of a stone stairway leading down into a dingy basement. He still couldn't speak nor move of his own free will, couldn't do anything at all. He was barely able to focus on what she was saying.

'I've acquired my latest slave, Lavina,' Anjelina said cheerfully to her friend.

Lavina surveyed their latest possession with an interested eye. The way she looked him up and down with an evil look made him shiver.

'I hope I can take full advantage of it too,' she enquired.

'If you're a good girl I might let you,' Anjelina quipped.

Lavina threw her head back, laughing at the camaraderie between two female friends.

'Tuesday!' Lavina shouted to another male at the bottom of the stairs. 'Make yourself ready for me, and hurry up about it!'

The two women passed pleasantries for a few moments before Lavina trotted down the stairs, her heels click-clicking on the stone. The metallic resonance echoed eerily against the walls, and it was a fearful sound to any captive held below in the dungeons.

Anjelina led him down the winding stairway, along a corridor with males inside barred prison cells, to a straw covered cell with a bed, table and chair, and a chemical toilet in the corner.

She immediately got to work, pulling the low bed into the centre. The scrapping sound of its legs and the effort she exercised indicated it was heavy. The speed at which she was preparing the bed indicated she was in a hurry.

'Right, lover boy', she said, panting from the exertion, 'now let's get you ready.' She paused for a moment from stripping him down to stare, fascinated, at his large nose, stroking it tenderly with a finger, almost like an owner caressing a pet. Then she continued until he was naked. He felt vulnerable, and was still unable to move on his own accord.

'Rohypnol', she offered in reply to his quizzical look. 'A date rape drug. It's the best one, I use it all the time'.

With her lips curled in amusement, she heaved him onto the bed, laying him down on his back, carefully clamping his wrists and ankles into cold steel shackles. He found his head was resting on a pulled out section and was being secured by a strap with a ball-gag across his mouth. Now he could only breathe through his nose. He was getting more and more frightened by the second.

Her eyes were gleaming now as she surveyed her captured prey. Grinning broadly, she sat on his chest side-saddle, again running the edge of her finger along the length of his prominent nose. He strained with all his might to breathe with the overbearing weight constricting his efforts.

'I liked this the moment I saw it', she confided. 'That's why I had to have you. I've always liked noses. You'd never think a thing like that could turn on a woman so much, would you?'

She played for a moment with its tip, rubbing it between her fingers like a toy. Chuckling, she sat down heavier, oblivious to his obvious discomfort and suppressed exertions to breathe.

'We're going to have such fun, you and I', she smirked. 'We're going to get to know each other very, very well, and I'm going to teach you all the things I like and you're going to learn to give me lots of pleasure. Aren't you?'

He couldn't hardly breathe let alone answer. She smiled even more, the rhetorical question's irony amusing her. Rising from his squashed chest, grinning at his relieved inhalations, she positioned herself facing his feet to straddle his upturned head. He stared in disbelief at her massive bottom, jutting out proudly above his helpless face. The jodhpurs were tight and stretchy and emphasised the vast orbs of her buttocks as she positioned her bottom so her crease was pointing down directly at the tip of his helpless face.

Two weeks ago.

'This country should suit you down to the ground,' the attractive woman in the travel agents had said. 'There's lots of single, attractive women and the cost of living is very cheap,' she'd said. 'And from what you've told me about your budget and wanting to meet single women we have an hotel there which could accommodate you almost immediately,' she'd said. ''It's right next to one of the loveliest markets in that country.'

'Do they speak English?' he'd asked.

She'd been smiling a lot when he'd left the office happy. Then she picked up the phone.

He was on the plane to Eastern Europe three days later. And looking forward to the holiday of a lifetime...