Davidson Advertising Agency has a secret. So does its owner.
Handed down to him through two generations, Alex Davidson runs not one, but two
separate companies in the building his grandfather bought.
The top two floors hold the advertising agency known world-wide
for their award winning designs and beautiful artistry.
The bottom two floors hold a secret. A secret that would
ruin him were it to get out...
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UNDER HIS SPELL
by Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved
Prologue
Alex
silently slid back the panel in the door that opened a tiny window into the
cell beyond. Curled into a fetal ball, the remains of a once-proud, independent
woman lay sobbing after her most recent use. From here he could see the cum
smears on her ass cheeks from where the men had taken her tiny hole with their
massive cocks – and he smiled.
Sliding
the panel shut, he turned to the older woman beside him. “This one is nearly
broken?”
“Very
nearly, sir. She still sobs, which implies she still has resistance, despite
the contract she signed. A few more sessions and she will be ready for the next
step of her training.”
“Excellent,
Annabel. You have done well, as always.”
“Of
course I have, sir. I was trained by the best.”
Alex
heard the pride in the woman’s voice and had the good sense not to smile.
Hand-picked from the offerings at the very first slave auction his family ever
held, the now-elderly woman had lost none of her own discipline and training.
Since his father’s untimely death, “Miss Annabel” had become simply “Annabel”
to him, and an invaluable asset in keeping the family’s side business going.
“Let
me see the next one.”
“This
way, sir. Follow me.”
The
woman’s thinness might lead one to think her a frail old lady, but Alex had to
smile as she led the way down the brightly lit cinder-block corridor to the
next cell. Anyone fooled by her small size would have that illusion immediately
dispelled by the crisp command in a voice that brooked no disobedience.
A
month before his thirtieth birthday, Alex Davidson had become full owner of his
family business when his father died of a heart attack while in Miss Annabel’s
arms. It was a wonderful way to go and he hoped someday he might find a slave
of his own who would be as dedicated as the woman beside him was to his father.
He
paused before the next cell, the thick door muffling but not silencing the
strident voice coming from within.
“Get
me the fuck out of here. You can’t keep me chained like this. I demand to see a
lawyer. Who the fuck do you all think you are?”
Alex
only raised an eyebrow at Annabel who shrugged. “A new acquisition. Just came
in this morning.”
Alex
nodded, opening the panel to a string of vituperation. “Fuck you! Open that
fucking door and let me the fuck out of here. This isn’t what I signed the fuck
up for.”
“Does
she know any other adjective?” Alex’s voice was deliberately calm and
impersonal.
“Not
that we’ve heard, sir.”
Alex
chuckled at Annabel’s tone. Still, he had to ask. “And her paperwork is all in
order?”
Annabel’s
dry look was all the confirmation he needed. His father had always been
adamant. No slave who wasn’t here willingly. Each woman had to not only sign a
contract, but also sign in front of witnesses of her own choosing.
“Fuck!”
The
scream from inside the chamber made Alex chuckle again. Getting past the second
thoughts was always the loudest part of the training.
“No
food or water until she learns how to say ‘please’.”
“Fuck
you!”
Alex
shut the panel with finality. He’d enjoy watching this one fall. Always far
more fun to break the ones with spirit than the crybabies who were scared of
their own shadows.
His
father always kept three slaves in various states of training, feeling that to
have too many spread the attention too thin. Alex had been running the business
for a year and thought they could handle as many as five, but kept to his
father’s model for now. So far, it had worked well. But times were changing and
the demand had grown. He had some new ideas of his own he wanted to try and in
fact, had already put some into practice with Annabel’s assistance. But there
was one more cell, and one more slave-to-be to see.
“Show
me the last one.”
With
a smile that would have chilled a lesser man, but which said to Alex that
Annabel liked the way this next one was coming, the woman walked to the end of
the corridor, pausing beside the third cell. Again Alex slid open a panel to
peer inside.
The
slender woman inside turned at the slight sound, dropping to her knees and
facing the door. He’d caught her in the act of doing a series of stretches
slaves were expected to do to keep themselves limber. But now she knelt on her
heels, her knees spread wide, her hands behind her head and her breasts pushed forward
in offering, her eyes down in submission. There hadn’t been a moment’s
hesitation in her move.
“This
one will fetch a good price,” Annabel told him, and Alex saw a blush of pride
come up in the woman’s cheeks.
“Excellent.
You have done a marvelous job, Annabel.”
The
older woman pursed her lips and only Alex understood the look for a smile.
“Thank
you, sir.” She indicated the woman inside. “You have been away and have not had
the opportunity to sample this one’s talents. Shall I send her to you?”
“Has
she been tested?”
“Yes.”
“I
take it she passed?”
“She
begged at the door for entrance.”
He
smiled. “Then send her to the office. I want her services worked into
tomorrow’s schedule.”
Annabel
nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Alex
shut the panel and followed the older woman along the corridor, parting with
her at the elevator to the office building above them.
“We
are glad to have you back, sir.”
He
paused in the elevator. “Thank you, Annabel. I am very glad to be back.”
WARNING: This novel contains scenes of hypnotism and suggestion in addition to scenes of BDSM, including whipping, flogging and bondage.
NOTE: Although this novel is set in the same world as the Jack Kariola series, Jack is only referred to. He does not make an appearance in this book.
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