Hi!

i am about to start a new story arc with Alessa - one of my favorite characters. In looking over it, i have decided that while regular followers of this blog can follow it, those who are new to my blog might have trouble. Hence, a little background.

About seven years ago, Alessa, the famous model, met Sutton, a semi-wealthy entrepreneur while she was living in Los Angeles. They soon became lovers and moved in together. Eventually Alessa began referring to Sutton as her and her fiancé. He had a struggling winery and they moved to Paris to learn more about the wine business and hopefully begin to import California wine to France. Of course, as a model, Alessa could work anywhere. In Paris Sutton met Rene, who as Fate would have it worked for an import/export business. They became friends. In time, Rene told Sutton about O and how he had convinced her to go to Roissy. Sutton was intrigued by his story and began pestering Alessa to agree to go to Roissy. Alessa was agreeable to consensual non-consensual sex with other men but was put off by stories of the violence at Roissy. However, Sutton persisted.

After a chance meeting with O while Sutton and Alessa were vacationing in St. Bart’s, Alessa agreed to go to Roissy – but only for a week. Once there, she was treated similar to other slaves. Even to the extent of having her labia pierced so she could wear a small ring with Sutton’s initials there. After a week, Sutton came for Alessa, and they resumed their life. Of course, she also wears a Roissy ring on her finger, so that members of the Society know she has been to Roissy. This has led to several adventures for her.

Then a little over two years ago, Sutton took Alessa back to Roissy to witness the branding of a beautiful young model Anna. Her lover Tristan had convinced her to go to Roissy to prove her love for him. Tristan was a schemer, always looking for ways to make money. Later Tristan and another young man ‘bought’ Uta, one of the slaves at Roissy with the intent of crucifying her after a slave auction in the Spanish coastal city of Malaga. Their idea was to charge admission to those individuals who had come to the auction. Things didn’t turn out well, but that is a story for another time.

Okay? All caught up or all confused? If the latter, You might check out the tags at the bottom and see more of Alessa’s story. But for now, let’s see what happens when she returns again to Roissy.

Three Morning Conversations

In their hotel room in Malaga, Alessa was stooped on the bathroom floor, her head hanging over into the toilet. She was heaving the last remnants of breakfast from her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She groaned to Sutton who was looking on, “I am so sick.” Sutton replied, “But you didn’t have that much to drink at the party last night.” As she stood up and ran a wet cloth over her face she said, “I may know why I feel so lousy.” “Why?” asked Sutton. “It may be morning sickness,” she said sheepishly.

In the bathing area below the villa that Anne Marie had leased for the week, Corrine and Eurydice were finishing up with their baths. Both were naked. Corrine lit a cigarette and said, “That was some party last night. There were even more people there than Anne Marie said there might be.” Eurydice said, “Yes. And I got stuck with a real loser – fat, balding, obnoxious. He just wanted me to suck his tiny cock which he couldn’t even get up. Then later he whipped me and didn’t even give me a tip!” Corrine replied, “It could be worse. You could be Uta.” “Yes, that is true. Poor Uta,” said Eurydice.

Anna awoke beside Tristan. She looked at his tall frame in the morning light and wondered to herself, “Why do I love him? He treats me like a whore – pimping me out to Sir Stephen. And then when he asked me to tell him all about it later, it got him so excited that he took me then and there.” Tristan stirred. He ran his hand over Anna’s buttocks and the welts from Sir Stephen’s crop. Then pushing his fingers into Anna’s sex, he said, “Anna caress me with your mouth.” And she did.

O at the Villa: Part Six

O slept soundly beside Sir Stephen, something she rarely did. Usually after using O, he sent her away to her own room, but tonight , well actually this morning,, he had held her close and said, “O, you may stay with me.” About nine o’clock the sun light came into the room. It fell on O’s face and woke her. Sir Stephen was still asleep beside her. She carefully slid her hand down his still muscular belly and grasped his member. Then she moved her head down so that she could take him in her mouth. Sir Stephen stirred a bit, but O was not sure if he was awake or just shifting in his sleep; she continued to work the length of him with her mouth and hand. A soft groan signaled that her Master was fully awake. O looked up at him to see he was staring at her. She momentarily stopped and looked up at him, “Do I please you?” she asked. Sir Stephen didn’t speak, but nodded his assent. Later after he came , Sir Stephen asked, “O, has anyone told you the sequence of events for today and tomorrow?” O answered, “Only bits and pieces.” Sir Stephen explained, “Today, well actually this evening, Anne Marie is hosting an auction. Human traffickers, slavers actually, have brought over a dozen women to be sold at auction. I’m sure you noticed some of the likely buyers at the cocktail party last night.” O had indeed noticed some men who looked like pimps she had seen before in the streets of Paris, as well as some Middle Eastern types. And, of course, there was a young woman with Anne Marie who was clearly not a Roissy girl. Sir Stephen went on, “Anyway, the auction will be this evening. I expect Anne Marie to purchase four or five of the more comely ones for Roissy. The Chateau is down to less than two dozen slaves at present, and demand is ever increasing. If we do not add some new faces, I may have to send you back there full time in order to keep the income flowing.” O knew she should have been shocked at how casually Sir Stephen mentioned sending O back to Roissy, but she wasn’t. “After all, I am his property to do wiith as he pleases,” she thought. “And the morning after the auction, at young Nathan and Tristan’s request, Anne Marie is having Uta crucified.” “Crucified!?” said O. “For Nathan and Tristan? I thought Uta belonged to Rolfe.” “She did. Tristan and Nathan bought her. Bought her for the sole purpose of crucifying her. Tristan thinks he is going to make a great deal of money from the people who want to watch the spectacle. Nathan, well Nathan is just a shit. No other way to say it. Much worse than his older brother, Ari.” “Crucified?” said O again, scarcely believing she said it, let alone that it would happen.

The Next Morning in the Dungeon

The cocktail party had been a rousing success. The guests had enjoyed themselves immensely and Tristan had interested a few of them into paying exorbitant fees to watch Uta on the cross. With this in mind, Anne Marie and Zuri visited Uta in the dungeon the following morning. A valet opened the door to Uta’s cell. At the time Uta was squatting over a hole in the floor that sufficed for a toilet. Anne Marie looked at Uta and said, “Uta, do you know what Nathan and Tristan plan for you tomorrow after the auction?” Then Anne Marie went into great detail about how Uta would be led from her cell and then taken to the ruins of the old Roman amphitheater about a kilometer away. There she would be secured to a cross, naked, for all to see. She would writhe on the cross with a cornu in her. Her breathing would become a struggle. The pain would be unbearable, yet there would be no respite. After hours of pain and humiliation, she would eventually succumb. “You understand this, Uta? This is your Fate.” Uta nodded, but was silent. Anne Marie continued, “But you have been a good slave. I can offer you something, a drug, to lessen your suffering somewhat. Do you want it?” Uta at last spoke. “No. My Master sold me to Tristan and Nathan. He knew what they might do to me. If it was his wish that I suffer horribly, then I will respect his desire.” Zuri spoke. “Do you really love him all that much?” Uta answered simply, “Yes.”

Tristan’s Quandary

When Tristan got back to the apartment in Stuttgart that he shared with Anna, there was a letter addressed to her. Intrigued by the return address, Tristan opened the envelope and read the letter inside. It was from a German modeling agency offering Anna a job. It read in part, “We feel that with the proper make up, you could be a successful model. You are tall with rather exotic facial bone structure. You have excellent eyes and carriage. While your breasts might be too large for high fashion, they would be suitable for sportswear or lingerie. If you are interested, please let us know no later than January 15th.” Now Tristan had a quandary on his hands. He didn’t know Anna had sent her portfolio to a modeling agency. It must have been before he and Rene convinced her to go to Roissy. And He had told Anne Marie that he wanted Anna to be marked as his slave, but was worried that if the brand on her buttocks was visible when she wore a thong, it might disqualify her. However, this was an opportunity to perhaps make a lot of money. More than he might earn by pimping Anna out at Roissy. “Perhaps, I can do both,” he thought. “Work Anna some as a model and keep her at Roissy when she isn’t modeling. But what about the marks Anne Marie is to place on her. I thought she said, she would arrange for a paying audience to watch Anna being branded. I could certainly use the money.” Tristan poured himself a drink and thought. Suddenly, he jumped up and said to no one in particular, “Aha, I have a solution!”

As Anna was taking a drink over to Frank and old Cyril, another Master walked in with a companion who was not a member of the Roissy Society. Anna immediately recognized Sir Donald as he frequented Roissy quite often but did not recognize his guest. After they sat down at a table, Sir Donald waved Anna over. He ordered a whiskey for himself and his guest ordered a martini – “Very dry,” he had said. Anna went to the bar to fetch the order. When she returned, she saw the two men having an animated conversation. As she placed the drinks on the table, she saw her large breasts, which were quite free in the costume that Roissy slaves wore while on duty, gently stirring. She heard Sir Donald say, “Go ahead, ask her.” Anna straightened up and the man asked, “You look remarkably like a girl I saw walking at a fashion show recently. Of course, she was clothed. Well, mostly clothed, but your face greatly resembles hers. Sir Donald here says you are that same girl, could that be true?”

Anna hesitated, not sure what to say, but Sir Donald said, “It’s okay. Tell him; he won’t breathe a word to the outside. He has given me his word. In fact, tell him how you came to be a slave at Roissy, a slave who is property not of one man, but of the Society as a whole.” Anna still hesitated, but Sir Donald continued in a harsher voice, “Tell him or face the consequences.”

So, Anna told the man the story of how she student and aspiring had met a man named Tristan. She had quickly fallen in love with Tristan who had taken her to Roissy in order to prove her devotion to him. Upon her return, she found out that she had been selected by a modeling agency. Anna was elated, and Tristan had declared that he would be her manager. She walked in a few shows and was paid fairly well, but Tristan, ever wanting more money, came up with a scheme whereby she would return to Roissy when she was not modeling. Tristan also learned that if Anna were considered the personal property of a Roissy Master, she would receive double the normal rate for her ‘services’ at Roissy. A junior member of the Society, a young man named Nathan had sponsored Tristan. Tristan told Anna that to be truly his, she should accept his brand on her flesh and have her sex pierced so that she might wear his insignia.

When the man looked surprised to hear this, Sir Donald broke in saying, “It is a not uncommon thing for some of the slaves here to agree to something like that to prove themselves worthy of their Master’s love.”

Anna continued, “Unfortunately my lover and Master, Tristan was killed in a terrorist attack in Malaga, Spain…”

The man interrupted, “Yes. I recall that event. But, please continue.”

“I was lost. I had no idea what to do, I had no real family. Tristan was everything to me; I didn’t have any idea how to do anything. But Anne Marie told me that since Tristan had no will telling how to handle his estate and belongings, I, as his personal property, became the property of Tristan’s ‘co-owner’ which is the Roissy Society. And so, here I am. I still do some modeling but am always escorted by Society members or valets. The money I earn, like the money I earn here is divided between Roissy and myself. It is put into a trust for my elder years. I feel it is a good arrangement.”

The man looked incredulous and said, “Can this be true?” Anna said no more, but Sir Donald said, “Why don’t we all retire to a room upstairs where Anna can verify her story.” And all three went upstairs.

Tristan and Nathan

Tristan left Anna at Roissy and returned to Paris where he had moved after taking Anna to Roissy. He felt confident that she was being trained to be a perfect slave. He contacted the modeling agency that had offered Anna a job, introducing himself as her agent. Tristan told the receptionist that answered that Anna was out of the country and wouldn’t be available for six weeks. The agency said that would be fine, just let them know when she was available. Tristan hung up and felt content. He thought to himself, “I have it made now. I’ll get the money Anna is paid at Roissy and I have her set up with a job modeling, too.” Then the phone rang. It was Nathan, Ari’s younger brother, on the other end. He said, “Tristan, I was really impressed that you got such a beautiful girl as Anna to be your lover and agree to come to Roissy. I almost came on myself when she was branded.” “Yes. No doubt,” chuckled Tristan. Then Nathan said, “You know that shit of a brother of mine has all the money in the world, but he doles it out to me like he is Scrooge himself. I think we should work together to get a bunch of money.” Tristan was intrigued. “How?” Nathan continued, “I was thinking that we are good at getting women. Want to tag team on a couple. Maybe we can get some more to go to Roissy. I think the other Masters might pay us a bounty. Let me know. OK?” Then Nathan hung up. “This just gets better and better,” said Tristan to himself. “

Uta’s New Owners: Part Four

A week before the caravan left Roissy headed for the small village outside Malaga, Tristan and Nathan came to see Anne Marie. “So, it’s all settled?” asked Tristan.

Anne Marie responded, “You mean the auction or the event afterwards?”

“Well, both actually,” said Tristan. “You know I, I mean Nathan and I have a monetary interest in making sure all goes off without a hitch.”

“The auction is set. Some human traffickers, may as well call them what they are – the slavers are transporting a number of females “acquired” from the Mid-East, the Caucasus, and Eastern Europe. I have arranged for Roissy to “host” the auction. There will be buyers from several brothels in Europe – I believe my cousin, Zuri, will be representing Haus der Sklavin- as well as several quite wealthy individuals who might be interested in individual purchases. It should be well attended, despite the high cost of admission. Roissy will host a get acquainted cocktail party the night before the auction, and of course furnish some of our best girls to be entertainment for the attendees. The villa there has a large underground area where our girls can be quartered as well as an unfinished area that can double as a dungeon for the ones to be auctioned off.”

Nathan cut in. “Enough about the auction. I want to know if you have made arrangements for Uta’s crucifixion!”

Tristan turned to him and said, “Calm down, Nathan. We bought her together; she is our property to do with as we please.” Then turning to Anne Marie he said with a grin, “But we do have a sizeable investment in Uta. Will we be able to recoup our money in fees for that part of the event?”

Anne Marie responded, “I should think so. In addition to who I mentioned earlier, these two will be in attendance.” Saying this, she slid two photos across the table to the young men.”

Tristan drew in his breath. “Talk about wealthy. This one just paid some bimbo 32 million Euros to settle a suit. How much is he paying to come?”

“More than enough to recoup your investment in Uta,” She replied. “And the other one just signed a huge contract in America to continue hosting a radio talk show. Hate mongering. I will never understand Americans.”

Nathan spoke up. I am mainly interested in seeing our bitch suffer. I am still angry that I missed Doutzen’s crucifixion. You’re not going to give Uta anything to lessen her pain on the cross like you did with Doutzen are you?”

Anne Marie fixed a stare at Nathan. “Doutzen refused to take the drug I offered. She was willful to the end. But if you don’t want Uta to have an easier time, I won’t administer it to her either.”

“Good. Tristan and I will transport her to Spain ourselves, along with Tristan’s bitch, Anna.”

“I understand,” said Anne Marie. “Arrangements have been made. You should leave in a week. The caravan will leave the next day.”

The young men turned to go. As he left, Nathan turned and casually said, “Please ensure Uta is whipped every day between now and then.”

After they left, Anne Marie shook her head and thought to herself, “Tristan has no soul and Nathan is the devil himself.”

The Cast:

Well, just who do we have at the small village near Malaga where Anne Marie has rented a large villa for a slave auction and associated “entertainment”? Here are the main actors: Sir Stephen and O, of course. Anne Marie, her cousin, Zuri, Anne Marie’s latest “girl,” Yvette. Several Roissy slaves: Nena, Corrine, Eurydice, Jeanne, and Binh who will serve as companions for male guests who come to the event alone; and several valets from Roissy. Tristan, Anna, Nathan and Uta are there as are Alessa and her lover Sutton. Sir George, Matthew, and Cindi “with an i.” Relative new characters – Sun-yi, Chen, Marc and Muriel. Unnamed wealthy men with a cruel bent. And there is a shipload of slaves brought to Spain to be auctioned off by human traffickers. Of course, others may yet wander onto the grounds and into our story.

Tristan and Anna Meet Rene (Part Six)

Rene continued to tell Anna about Roissy. “Branded,” cried Anna. I don’t want to be branded, I’m not some cow that you own.” “Oh, don’t worry,” said Rene. The only girls that are branded are those that really want to show their devotion to their lovers like O, Uta and Doutzen were. You wouldn’t be unless you asked to be. Roissy isn’t some Medieval torture chamber.” “But it could be,” thought Tristan. Rene continued, “Anna, you look upset. Are you OK?” “I guess, I was just taken aback by what Tristan said.” “I was joking,” Tristan said. “Just joking.” “But you do look nervous,” said Rene. “Yes, may I have a cigarette?” asked Anna. “Of course.” Then Rene offered Anna a cigarette. As she leaned forward while he lit it, she felt her breasts, naked underneath her dress. Stir. She knew her nipples were stiff and was also sur Rene noticed. And she also noticed that his gold cigarette lighter had an insignia on it – crossed whips. Rene said, “I will order us after dinner drinks. It will help calm you.” Anna took several drags on the cigarette and felt calm enough to ask more questions. “You mentioned “personal slaves” are punished more harshly. Please explain.” “Of course. As a personal slave, a girl must have her slavery impressed on her each day. Usually this is done by a combination of humiliation and punishment. A girl might be kept naked, chained in a cell or dungeon. And then put on display – usually bound in such a way that she is completely exposed to any passer by – a valet, a Master, a visitor or another slave. And, of course, the way a girl is punished is designed to reinforce her sense of slavery. Most personal slaves are not only whipped on their buttocks for punishment, but also on their sex with their legs tied wide. And it isn’t always for punishment. Often, it is just for entertainment.” “How horrible,” said Anna, but he knew she was somewhat aroused by the thought of being displayed and even whipped between her widespread legs. Rene continued, “Some girls find this humiliation very erotic.”

Bedivere: You can’t solve your problems with sad harp music.
Tristan: I can try.