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to recover from the terrible shock, Roxwell bent down and his long, bony fingers sank into the gaping, wetly-lubricated channel of her sex!
     
    Gemma could not hold back for even a second, her churning belly exploding in white-hot pulses of love-juices as his casual pillaging of her most intimate and secret recesses, hurled her headlong into a tremendous orgasm! Her internal muscles seized his invading fingers in a vice-like grip, contracting and pulling him ever deeper into her belly as she surrendered to the incandescent fury of the climax forced on her, her fear and hatred of him and what he was doing to her overwhelmed in the sheet power of her release!
     
    With his fingers still buried deep in her spasming belly, Roxwell stared coldly into Gemma's terrified, incomprehending eyes.
     
    "Your first real climax as my slave-girl Gemma," he whispered softly, "Your first submission to a Master. The first of many you will give as you are trained and learn what it is to serve, really serve, as a slave in the power of Masters who know the extent of submission which may be forced from you."
     
    Gemma could not tear her eyes away from his almost hypnotic gaze and felt her body trembling with fear and horror as the millionaire nodded gently.
     
    "Oh yes, my dear Gemma," he went on, "That's right. You will be trained to serve and obey as a slave and you will submit. Completely and with no reservations. You will serve me and you will serve many other Masters ... and Mistresses ... during the next year, my dear. And you had best serve them and me, well, slave, for we as slave owners and Masters do not take kindly to slaves who disobey or are not pleasing and have many ways of expressing our displeasure. Ways which are both uncomfortable and painful. As you will no doubt learn."
     
    Fighting desperately to control the panic threatening to overwhelm her completely, Gemma's brown eyes betrayed the horror she felt as Roxwell explained the fate awaiting her and she learned that she was to be not only at the mercy of him and his three assistants, but was to become the helpless, unwilling victim of other, as yet unknown Masters.
     
    Roxwell straightened, his eyes glittering as he gave orders to Gemma's three handlers, "You have almost a week until the next meeting. Begin her basic training, but be sure you do not break her spirit and impose only light discipline on her. I want her unmarked, so you will have to limit punishment for the time being."
     
    The three handlers inclined their heads gravely and Gemma shuddered in terrible anxiety, her mind whirling as she tried to make sense of Roxwell's instructions. There was going to be some sort of meeting in a week, but what did that mean? Who was going to meet and why? What did he mean by basic training? Most frightening of all ... what about light discipline and punishments and wanting her unmarked? What did it all mean?
     
    There were no answers for Gemma and her tightly bound frame trembled wildly as Roxwell strode out of the door, leaving her alone and helpless with her handlers.
     
    Gemma gazed up pleadingly as the two dark haired women and their powerfully built male companion stood over her, their cruel eyes filled with mocking glints of laughter as they watched her futile efforts to break free of the leather straps binding her.
     
    The taller of the two women chuckled coldly, "Forget it, slavegirl. There's no way you can escape. Now listen and listen carefully because we'll only tell you once. You're a slave, bought and paid for and we're here to train you. The only thing you need to know is that if you don't do what we tell you, when we tell you, you'll get punished. Mr Roxwell doesn't want your pretty little body marked for the time being so we won't use whips on you yet, but don't get your hopes up girl. We know lots of other ways to discipline slaves. So, if you've got any sense, you'll learn fast."
     
    "That's right," the second woman bent low, her face only inches from