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Blackmailed by the Sadist: A Breeding Sex and Bondage Story By Arthur Mitchell

    Content copyright © Arthur Mitchell. All rights reserved.
    Published in the United States of America.
    First published in May, 2012.
    Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance it may hold to persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental.
    All individuals depicted in this work are adults over the age of eighteen years old.

    About This Work
    Sandra Lowry is a ruined actress with just one chance at getting her career and fortune back. A sadistic billionaire has offered her everything, if she can withstand his punishments. Sandra isn't afraid of kink or rough play, but the man she knows as “Lucien” has plans that go well beyond the obvious in their contract.
    Lucien's obsession with domination comes with a steep price. He doesn't intend to let her walk away with a few bruises and a sore rear, but rather a life changing gift from his seed. Will Sandra allow herself to be forcibly impregnated for the sake of her career?
    Adults only, 18+. Approximately 6,500 words of rough sex by blackmail, ruthless BDSM (including clothespins, hot wax, caning, plus more), and breeding sex.

    Sandra's Contract
    Sandra Lowry couldn't see a thing. The blindfold they made her wear before she arrived at the estate completely blotted out the already dim light around her.
    Unsettled, she had her orders. She ignored the internal discord nipping at her brain, ready to make the sacrifice they had negotiated for her future.
    She sat on the bed, and slowly peeled down the spaghetti straps of the dress clinging to her shoulders.
    She couldn't see the billionaire in front of her, but she imagined his face: warm, devilish, and smiling.
    Exactly the expression any man should wear when staring at her million dollar breasts.
    “Very good, Miss Lowry,” he said, stroking his chin from across the room. “I can see why the screen guild paid you so much money for that nude scene in Away to Tampa. Those tits are good enough to command a proper price. For my purposes, I'm paying you a lot more to do more than just look...” She sensed him stepping closer, and a blot of orange flame became visible beneath her cloth fold. He held the candle wick menacingly close to her face, pressing hard enough against the air surrounding her cheek for her to feel the heat.
    “Please...don't do this. I know I said anything, sir, but I didn't really know - “
    “Quiet!” His response rang through the spacious chamber like a bullet, ricocheting off the ceiling and gliding back down to them.
    A few seconds later, it was Sandra's turn to scream, hurling her sharp tenor notes up toward the glassy sunroof above as the hot wax dribbled on her bare flesh. He worked swirls of candle wax over her breasts with an artisan's expertise, letting it fall in hot streamlets over her ample bosom, until it caressed her nipples.
    The billionaire smiled as the steaming matter coated one erect, pink nub, and then the other. Sandra's skin was normally so sensitive there that she could barely stand the touch of a tongue or some teeth, let alone searing hot wax.
    She blubbered like a baby as the candle dripped, singing her sorrows loud and deep. She heard him inhale deeply, relishing the satisfaction that filled him as he seized total control.
    That's it. That's it, slut. Phase one is almost complete.
    There's a lot more to go. You have a lot of debt to pay down, you know.
    Sandra fought to stem the tide of her tears. The strange warmth that flowed through her sex broke apart her preconceptions. Could she really be turned on by all this?
    Before, she had always thought of the high class friends who participated in this sort of lifestyle as freaks. Now, she was beginning to understand the fringe allure of desegregating pain and pleasure.

    Yet, there she was, helplessly sprawled out beneath a titan, who was her only chance at salvaging her career after suffering the wounds of the past year. Her