Paradise Isle, Slave Trade Pt. 05

Paradise Isle, Slave Trade, Pt 5

(fetish, slavery, modification, consensual) At home, new adventures

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous part of Slave Trade, first.

Michelle's owners' home was indeed a grand palace. Set in a lot of acreage, it was impressive and beautiful. After they'd all rested, Anna took her on short a tour of the place and Michelle lost track of the number of rooms.

The family living areas were comfortable and bright. And the back patio included a huge pool, spa, pool-house and a massive guest cottage, the size of a traditional American house. Anna also pointed out the pair of tennis courts, where she practiced her game. Michelle imagined she'd be out there with her, often. Well, she thought, cynically, at least she'd be able to exercise and improve her game.

Helmut's office was large and wood paneled, like something out of a movie. He was already ensconced there, behind a huge desk, talking on his phone and typing in his computer when the two of them stepped in. He waved but kept on working.

"You may find yourself hanging out here with him, often. Best be quiet and never interrupt, when you are." Anna warned.

Michelle was pleased to find both Vega and Valeria, along with another cook, and two other housekeepers in the huge kitchen when they visited that space. Apparently, Vega was in charge there, like she had been on the yacht.

She knew that she'd always be welcome in that kitchen.

As they walked around, Anna explained that all off the staff was aware of her presence, her role, and the rules about dealing with her. They could talk to her, and she could talk to them, but she was totally out of bounds as far as physical contact was concerned. She was to be respected as Helmut's companion.

"They know that at the very least, they'll be fired, should they ever bother you," Anna said ominously. Michelle wondered what would be the very worst...

Anna also showed her the room that would be hers for the next three years. It was one of the many large and comfortable guest suites, with a large bed, a sitting area, and an impressive bathroom with both a large walk-in shower and a soaking tub big enough for two. Certainly, nicer than any bedroom she'd ever slept in.

The large walk-in closet was, of course, empty. There'd be plenty of room for the few dresses she owned.

That initial week passed quietly. Helmut was busily resuming control of his business interests, after being gone for so long, fetching her. So, he only visited her room a couple of times.

Everyone else, around the house, were busy preparing for the big homecoming party that Helmut and Anna had planned for the upcoming weekend.

Anna confided, in a quiet moment, that although she just wanted an excuse for fun with their friends and neighbors, she suspected that Helmut was looking forward to showing off his new favorite possession - her.

That made Michelle very nervous.

While her owners and the staff bustled about, cleaning and setting-up, she explored and tried to learn about her new environment. It was indeed a large and comfortable home. I'll be just fine here, she decided.

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The morning of the party, the house was packed with frantic activity. The furniture was moved around, tables and chairs were scattered around, both inside and outside on the patio.

A stage was set-up, for a band, out near the pool.

Workmen were everywhere, so Michelle hid out in Helmut's office, keeping him company while he worked, ignoring the preparations that involved everyone else. He liked having her around even when he was too busy to do anything with her. He'd be on the phone, talking heatedly with someone, but staring at her lovely body all the while.

That evening, when it came time for the big event, Helmut himself walked her out to the large, central foyer, where the mansion's two main hallways met, and showed her what had changed there. Mounted to the ceiling, where a large chandelier had once hung, was a huge birdcage.

And seeing the thing, Michelle sadly realized where she'd be spending the party.

As she distastefully examined the cage, she estimated that it was about one-and-a-half meters tall and something less than that around. She wouldn't be able to either stand, or lay out in the space provided. The bottom was padded so she can sit or kneel.

The bars, were about two centimeters thick, and spaced ten or twelve cm apart. She could reach out, or others could reach in, but she couldn't slip out. The door, required a key to open, and Helmut held that.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Helmut asked her. He was clearly proud of the thing.

"Yes Master, but why?"

"For your protection. I don't want to share you, at least not yet. We may get to that stage, in a week or a month, or more, but not now. You're still my personal sex object."

It's more like you want to show me off, like you would a new puppy, Michelle thought, but she didn't dare say it. She knew better.

He unlocked the door and opened it. But then he stopped her from entering. "You'd better go and use your bathroom, and give yourself an enema as well. You may be in here for a while."

"Yes, Master," she replied with an understandable lack of enthusiasm.

He chuckled, "hurry. The guests will be here soon."

She nodded, and trotted down the hallway to her room. It took her a while, but when she returned, he was still standing there waiting, impatiently.

He held onto the bars as she crawled into the damned cage. It swung freely from a chain that ran up to the ceiling. And it bounced, too. She noticed that where the cage attached to the chain, there was a length of spring inserted. Just great...

Once she was inside, sitting on a hip, her legs bent and off to the side, he closed and locked the door.

"You will be nice to all of my guests.," he said as he walked away. It was clearly an order. She wondered how 'nice' she was supposed to be? She was confused, as he had said that he didn't want to share her.

It only took her a few seconds to examine her new surroundings. She wasn't all that uncomfortable, now, but she imagined it would become more difficult, the longer she was locked inside, unable to stand or stretch. And there was nothing to do, either.

This sucks.

She sat quietly, sulking until the guests started to arrive. As they came in, welcomed by Valeria, dressed in a formal maid's uniform, they wandered through the entryway and into the foyer, on their way into the main part of the house. And they were all immediately drawn to the girl in the cage.

Helmut met them there, explaining about his new, contracted sex slave.

Michelle could see that some of the guests were shocked, and apparently scandalized. But not many, and none of them said anything negative to their host. Most of the couples appeared intrigued, and some of them were clearly enthralled. Both the men and the women complimented on her beauty and her decorations.

Several times, one of them asked if she could be borrowed, or rented. Usually it was a man, but sometimes it was a woman.

Helmut casually turned them down, but for a couple of his friends, seemingly very good ones, he hinted that it might be arranged.

Even though, like all of the guests they were well dressed, obviously cultured and wealthy, Michelle wasn't pleased by the possibility.

Michelle could tell that her Master was enjoying himself immensely. He was clearly proud of his sex object. She did her best to be gracious, and submissive, and when asked she showed off her body and her jewelry.

She had a difficult time when someone asked and was granted permission to inspect her more closely, and with Helmut's permission they reached through the bars to grope her, jingle her nipple bells or run their fingers through her pussy chains. One woman, pushed her manicured finger through her nose ring and yanked her head up close to the cage's bars. Michelle yelped, it hurt!

"Careful!" Helmut growled.

"Oh, I'm sure the little slut's okay." The woman said, chuckling. "Stick out your togue, slave, I want to see if you're pierced."

When Michelle, resentfully didn't do as ordered, the woman gave her ring a twist. Michelle groaned, but stuck out her tongue to show the two studs mounted there.

"Oh, those look like fun, Helmut. I bet they feel nice. I'd sure like to try them, on my sex."

Helmut chuckled. "Irene, I'm not sure I'd trust you with her. You do have a reputation."

"Oh, nonsense. I'm not mean, just demanding." She said with a laugh. "I do think those bar-bells should be larger. When you loan her to me, I'll happily replace them."

"Now, now. I haven't agreed to letting you have her. And all of her jewelry is permanent."

The woman smiled. "I do like that! I'll make certain that the new ones are permanent, don't you worry."

Finally, the woman let go of Michelle's nose ring, and she sat back, upset and afraid. She was certain that she didn't want to be loaned out to that woman.

Irene and her date finally wandered into the main house, to make way for other arriving guests. Michelle was happy to see her go.

When the steady flow of people began to thin out, a couple with a naked and collared girl on a leash, were welcomed at the front door, and Helmut enthusiastically greeted them and brought them over to Michelle's cage.

Helmut seemed particularly pleased to show her to his friend and neighbor, Finn. And Finn took great interest in her.

"She's beautiful. More attractive than my Connie, but is she as good a slave?" Finn said after studying her for a couple minutes through the bars.

Sensing it was important to her Master, Michelle did her best to pose and look good, from within the cage's confines.

"I certainly think so. She graduated from S3 just like your girl."

"Well, that's something. What do you think of her Hanna?" he asked the woman with him. She was pretty and fashionably dressed, but she seemed disinterested, spiritless. Michelle assumed that she was Finn's wife.

The woman shrugged. "She is very beautiful, but that body jewelry seems a bit much. Helmut are they all piercings?"

"Yes, they are, and they're all quite permanent."

Finn chuckled. "Kinky, but I agree with Hanna.

"Helmut, my friend, I would like to sample her."

"Of course, of course, but not tonight. Sometime soon."

"Excellent. Might I stash Connie in there with her. It may be crowded, but they can keep each other company."

"Certainly. They'll make a wonderful pair." Helmut replied happily, a he dug the key out of his pocket.

"Michelle, make room for Finn's slave girl."

Well hell! There's barely enough room in here for me, she thought, angrily, but she shifted over against the back wall, making the cage shift to her side.

Helmut opened the door, and the other girl squeezed in as best she could. It was a tight fit and, in the end, Finn gave her a swat on the ass to encourage her, so Helmut could finally push the door closed and secure it.

The two slave girls found themselves forced tightly together, with a lot of bare skin touching in a lot of places.

The three spectators watched and Helmut and Finn chuckled together as the slaves worked to find comfortable seating arrangement in the small space. The cage, dangling from its long chain swayed and twisted as they moved and shifted.

After a while Helmut barked a laugh. "They'll figure it out. Come on out back, most everyone else is already here."

Before he left to follow Helmut, Finn turned to his slave. He reached in between the bars and pushed a finger through the ring of her collar, using it to pull her face toward him.

"Connie, you be a good little slave. I want you to suck any cock that's pushed through the bars, either until it spurts, or it's pulled back out. Clear?"

"Yeth, Mathtewr." She replied.

He released her and stepped around to reach and hook Michelle's collar. 'And you, pretty Michelle. I think you'd better do the same thing. Do I need to send Helmut back to confirm that instruction?"

Michelle, hated the idea, and really wanted to refuse. She wasn't this guy's slave. But she supposed that Helmut would back his friend, so she reluctantly agreed.

"Not necessary, Master. I will suck any cock pushed through the bars."

"Ah, you are a good slave." He replied.

Releasing his hold on her, he turned to catch up with his host and his wife deeper into the house.

Once they were all out of hearing, Michelle turned to Connie. They were almost nose to nose, "well this is cozy," she whispered.

Connie, chuckled. "Yeth, it ith, ithn't it." Then she leaned forward, and kissed Michelle affectionately on the mouth.

Surprised, Michelle kissed her back, while she giggled. She also wondered about the girl's speech. It wasn't just accented English, it sounded more like English with a lisp. Odd.

After that quick and pleasant greeting, the two of then tried again to find comfortable positions, and wound up sitting side-by-side, facing in opposite directions, with shoulders and hips jammed together.

It wasn't really comfortable, but it was sexy.

Before they could do anything more, a cock was shoved in between the bars on Connie's side, and she had to suck it. The man hadn't said a word, he just opened his pants and sidled up to the cage.

And moments later Finn walked up, grabbed one of Michelle's hoop earrings and pushed his cock into her face. Almost automatically she opened her mouth to accept it, and began tonguing it as she wrapped her lips around the thing.

"Good slave." He murmured.

Michelle lost track of what Connie was doing, but she felt her squirming slightly as she worked on the cock in front of her.

Of course, she was also fully occupied, sucking on Finn - making sure he was properly serviced. She was afraid of him. He seemed much more domineering than her own Master.

It took her a while to coax his cock into pumping her mouth with his cum. But when he had emptied himself, and she had licked his shrinking cock clean he patted her on the top of her head. "That was nice. I'll tell Helmut that you performed well."

Then he tucked himself back into his pants and casually walked away.

Michelle had only taken a few deep breaths, and rubbed at her mouth with her free hand when another man stepped up.

"Here, have a drink," he said as he passed her a glass of water, at least she thought it was water.

She took it happily and confirming it was indeed only water, she took a long drink and then swished a mouthful around before swallowing that gulp.

"Thank you, Master," she said as she handed it back.

"No need to thank me. I just didn't want his spunk in your mouth when you did me." And with that he pushed his own, somewhat larger prick through the bars and toward her mouth.

Michelle lost count of the number of cocks that visited her mouth, over the next couple of hours. But eventually the two slave girls must have satisfied every one interested, because they found themselves alone and unemployed.

Michelle, then took it upon herself to tell her new friend the short version of why she was there, in the cage with her, collared and in Brazil.

When she had finished, Connie spoke up.

"My Mithtweth tellth me that it thath becauth of me that Helmut puwchathed you. He wath enviouth of my Mathtewr."

It took Michelle a few minutes to figure out what she'd just been told, and when she had, all she said was, "really?"

"Yeth.

They paused while a couple walked past on their way out the front door.

"I thapoth youw wondewing why I'm thpeaking like thith. I don't weally have a thpeach impediment." Connie said as they found themselves again alone in the room.

"You don't? but..."

"I have to thpeak like thith."

Michell looked at her confusedly, but she was indeed curious.

She listened, with some difficulty as the slave girl explained.

Apparently, Connie's Master had developed a fondness for girls with lisps when he was younger, and it had stuck with him over the years. He had fantasized about finding a lover with that impediment, but as most people grow out of that handicap, he hadn't been able to satisfy that desire. It became an obsession. An unfulfilled fetish. Until he purchased his own slave girl, and he heard about the Chasti-Permalock Speech Suppression Collar.

As she explained, Connie had pointed at the secondary collar that she wore around her neck It sat on top of her slave collar; close up under her jaw.

The thing was absolutely diabolical! It was designed to control the wearer's speech, punishing with shocks if they spoke something that violated a set of programmed rules.

It was designed to limit or even prevent the wearer from uttering unacceptable words, or force them to make specific sounds, like bark or meow, if they are supposed to be a pet. And of course, it could stop them from talking all-together.

But Connie's master paid for CP to develop a program whereby she had to speak like the girl of her master's dreams. She could talk, but she had to pronounce the words per his rules. The letters 'S' or 'Z'. had to be pronounced as 'th' in any words she uttered. And 'L' and 'R' sounds had to sound like 'W'. Any mistake, in anything she said was punished with a shock to her neck.

"Though, I leawned to thpeak like thith. I have no choith. Ith become thecond natuwe to me now. I hawdly evew get thocked theth dayth."

"Oh, my God, you poor thing." Michelle cried as she shifted and wrapped her arms around her new friend hugging her.

"Ith not that bad, Micheuw."

Michelle remained stunned by the fiendish abuse that Finn had forced upon her. She wondered if the girl would ever be able to speak normally again, if the collar was ever removed.

It was later that Connie confirmed that she too was worried.

"I'm afwaid that when I'm weleased fwom thith, I wiw aways have thith thpeach Pwobwem." She had admittedly sorrowfully.

As the two of them cuddled there, during the times when they weren't interrupted by some wandering guest, they continued to talk. Michelle questioned, while Connie talked. After a while Michelle learned to handle the other girl's speech patterns quite well.

Michelle learned a lot.

Connie had also been placed by the Mancipium Association, and she had been a slave for almost two years, with only a little more than a year to go. She had volunteered, just to get away. She loved sex, and hated her old unfulfilling life. She was also a graduate of S3 and on the island. There she had only been pierced in a few places and had received breast implants.

She only has small rings in her nipples and her clit hood. She has the same 'Sklaven' tattoo above her pussy.

The evil collar had been secured around Connie's neck ten months prior. Her initial struggles with the negative reinforcement of the speech rules had been miserable. But she had learned, and it had become imprinted on her mind to such an extent that she no longer needed the thing. She hadn't been shocked in months.

She had been forbidden to speak Portuguese or German, even though she had learned both of those languages, simply by listening, because her unique collar only worked with English.

Michelle concluded that Finn was a real bastard. Definitely very domineering, possibly a sadist. And his much younger wife, Hanna, was quiet and submissive. She appreciated Connie, as the slave took the abuse that otherwise might have been directed her way.

Besides the collar, Connie was also tortured with a permanent butt plug. It was a large one, that was chained to the ring mounted in her perineum, her 'taint'. The chain was only just long enough for her to remove the thing, when necessary. The plug was heavy so the poor girl had to hold it in her hand while she used the toilette, when she inserted the nozzle to administer her enemas or when her Master wanted to screw her in the ass.