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Alicia's Enslavement

Part 4

Alicia's Enslavement

Chapter 4


By Sirbootnocka




The Jones family was sitting in the living room of their two bedroom house. All were present, Carl, Aline, Amelia, Amy and Alicia. They were waiting to see if the man, Randolph Charlemagne, would indeed come to claim Alicia today.


They had eaten dinner and hadn't talked much. There was a sense of dread covering the whole family. There were questions each wanted answers to, but the only one able to answer them were Mr Charlemagne, and he had yet to make an appearance.


Carl had come home and made the announcement, that he had lost millions, in the poker game two weeks ago, and the family had taken it hard. He felt like more of a failure, since then. He had had a plan, but his plan had failed, to protect his daughter from having to go with this man who planned to make her his slave. And to know  she was slated to be a sex slave, did nothing for his esteem.


As they all sat and ruminated on the soon to be facts of their daughter's or sibling's pending enslavement, the doorbell rang.


Carl got up to answer the door and had to compose himself for a last ditch effort. He remembered the last time he had tried to fight with Mr Charlemagne, and what the outcome was, but he had to do something.


Carl walked to the door, noticing through the window, that both of the men now carried very large briefcases in their hands. More like suitcases, were these bags. They were obviously heavily laden, as the men almost struggled with them.


Carl opened the door and the men stepped inside without being asked. They could tell, by the way Carl's body moved, that he was going to try and fight them.


The hated Mr Charlemagne spoke up, before Carl had a chance to make a move. "Oh come now, Mr Jones, surely you know how this is bound to turn out, if you attempt to fight me."


The whole family could see and hear the exchange, as the floor plan of their two bedroom house was open. There was only about twelve feet of space between the living room and the door. The room sitting just to the left. The front door opened up to their spacious for it's size, dining room.


He added, "I fully intend to have you daughter with me when I leave here, so let's just get the particulars over with and we can all get on with our lives." Carl was still geared to put up one last desperate attempt to save what little of his pride he had left, when he heard his daughter speak.


"Dad please!!!" She yelled, a little more loudly than she intended. "I'll go." She said, more subdued, now that she had gotten herself under control. "Please...Just don't hurt my dad." She said to the men.


To her father, she said, "Dad I've been thinking. The family needs this money. If I can do this for the betterment of my family, then it means all that much more. I can survive this. I'm reasonably sure, that he doesn't intend to kill me, after paying over two million dollars for me. With that kind of money, all of you will be able to live like you always wanted to live and I'll feel good knowing that I helped to make that happen."  


To Amelia, she said, "I want to one day see you in the Olympics, for gymnastics. You know you can do it. No one is as good as MY sister."


To Amy, she said, "Be the best scientist that this world has ever seen. I fully expect you to one day cure cancer or something."


To aline, her mom, she said, "Mom I love you, and I wish you guys all the best. I have to do this, mom. Please just be happy. I'll be alright, I promise."


She finally turned to Carl,and said, "Dad I know you did everything in your power to make this go away, but it is time for me to go. I'm a big girl now and you raised me right, I'll make you proud. I'm going to do my best. Try not to worry."


Then she addressed Mr Charlemagne, for the first time. "Sir,I don't know who you are or what you really want with me nut, I do know this, if you hurt my family again I'll kill you. I don't know how, I don't know when but, I will wait and watch and then find a way to kill you dead."


With that said, she walked out of the front door and sat on the stoop.


Randolph was livid, but he didn't show it. He got down to the business at hand, paying the Jones's their two million. He showed them the title deeds to their two houses, with business cards attached that belonged to a property investment firm, and another card from a money market investment firm. He told them that the firms were waiting on them to call and they could start buying and selling property at their convenience.


There were also six titles to various cars in the stacks. A Roles Royce, A Ferrari, an Aston martin and some mini-vans, one at each house. All the licenses had been changed and were valid.


There was also great, large, stacks of one-hundred dollar bills. That was the bulk of what was in the briefcases.


He had Carl sign the titles of both the houses and the cars. There was no need of a notary, since the other man had a notary seal, which he then used and signed his name to the documents.


After all of that was done, he told Carl, "You'd better use a bank this time, the bus station lockers aren't that safe." With that they walked out.


Alicia was still sitting outside, on the stoop, when they came out. She looked like she wanted to cry, but she was too angry to cry. "It's just not fair" she thought. "They get to be rich, and I get to be a slave."


Randolph stood and watched her for awhile, and with a gesture sent Tyrone to the car, while he waited on Alicia.


He didn't say anything for a long time, just letting her brood. Until she finally looked up at him and asked him a two word question.


"Why me?" She asked.


"Do you really want to know?" He asked her in return.


That brought her up short. She had to think a moment. She originally thought that it was just about sex. She was sure that that had something to do with it, but what more could he want?


When she was sure that she would be able to digest his answer, she said "yes."


His answer was one word. "Come."


Then he took off walking to his car. She got up and started walking, timidly, at first, but the closer she got to the limo, her steps were more and more bold. She knew somehow that she would get through this, as she said to her family.


Tyrone jumped out and opened the door to the limo for them. Randolph got in and didn't even wait for Alicia.


When she was seated across from him and comfortable, the limo eased from the curb and merged into traffic.


He pressed a button on the console next to his seat and said, "Just drive."


Tyrone's curt reply of "Yes boss" was heard through the speakers.


"Now to answer your question of why you." He said.


"I don't have any family. No one to whom I can leave all of this to. I own some of everything. My businesses cover every facet of human endeavor, and I am alone. The closest thing I have to someone I can trust, is Tyrone. I began thinking that I needed someone who I could trust above all others and how to make them trustworthy. You see where I come from trust is it's own commodity. So I started searching for someone to trust. I made a lot of mistakes. I trusted people who had something to gain from me. Then I had the idea that if this person had nothing, not even their own freedom, to gain, then I could at last, bring myself to trust without the threat of ruining myself, in the bargain. So a few years ago I started searching for a slave. The perfect slave. Here again I made mistakes, but always I felt like I was getting closer to the perfection I yearned for. That is where you come in. I have been watching you for six long years. Since you were ten. You were given psychological exams. You were tested for your subservience. You were shown deferential treatment and then had it taken away. I even have your DNA. You see, you are the closest that I have come to the perfection I seek. You can be the perfect slave."


"However, you have no training." He continued. "You don't know what it is to give of yourself in a selfless way, yet. You don't yet know the joy that it will bring you to give your all. You will find out though. You will give your all to me. When you think you have no more to give, I will wring even more from you. Only then will you reach that place where I can trust you with my all."


"You have a rough road ahead, but I believe in you. In fact, I'm proud of you already. What you did, in being willing to come with me, voluntarily, for your family shows exactly the kind of selflessness I'm looking for in a slave."


" However, we must address your threatening my life and the punishment that you will have to endure for it."


"Understand something. Your talking to me in any way other than with complete respect is bad, but the fact that you chose to threaten my life, as well, really compounded the offensiveness of it all. It also shows me that I can't trust you. So you must be punished for that. It will be painful, but you will live, and you will learn. You will understand that I brook no disrespect, Blatant or otherwise."


He thought for a moment, then seamed as if he had made a decision, and said, "first, we have some shopping to do."


With that he once again reached for and pressed the call button and said, "To Raphael's place."


Tyrone curt reply of his customary "Yes boss." Was heard.


Tyrone was expecting this, and had already driven to Raphael's immediate neighborhood. One of the reasons he held this job, for so long, was his ability to anticipate some of his bosses wishes. The other was his undying loyalty. He had proven himself to be loyal time and time again. He didn't forget who had found him almost starving, and took him off the street.


His mother was a crack-whore and didn't take care of him well. But he was smart and made it his business to look out for influential people with whom to attach himself to. Once he saw Randolph, he was sure he could get the man to give the tall skinny youth a job.


His first job had been to finger a rival drug dealer. (all of Randolph's businesses were not legit, back in the day.) And he had proven himself quite indispensable since then.


Randolph had sent the young man to martial arts school and made sure that he ate and dressed well. He was a stickler for good grades, and took no excuses for failure from the young man. He had become the boy's father where he had none. Tyrone had never even met his father.


Randolph had even paid for his mom's funeral, when she was found dead in an alley, the victim of a rape/robbery/drug deal gone bad.


It was these thoughts that went through Tyrone's mind, while he drove Randolph to the places he wanted to go and helped him do the things that he wanted to do.


Tyrone placed a call on his cell phone, to Raphael's and told the owner that they were coming and that they would probably shut the store down.


Randolph told Alicia, "When we get there I want you to do everything I tell you. EVERYTHING. I am slowly running out of patience, and this is going to take enough time as is, so just do what I tell you. In fact, I want you to do what anyone there tells you. Obey them as you would me.


Finally, they pulled up in front of a storefront, with the name Raphael's on the front, in garish green neon. In the windows on both sides of the door, were manaquins wearing very revealing clothes. Alicia's stomach did flip flops, when she saw some of what they were wearing. "Would he expect HER to wear clothes like that?" She had read the stories that she got online, where women wore clothes like this, but she didn't think that she'd be wearing them as well.


She was afraid of showing him her body. No one had seen her naked since she was a little girl and her mom used to give her baths. She knew that there would be sex involved, but this was too soon. She knew now, that she would soon be naked, in front of him, Tyrone, and who knew who else.


Tyrone got out first and opened the door to the limo. Randolph said, "Come."

Then proceeded to step into the interior of the store, with Alicia trailing along behind.


As they all walked in, Tyrone came in too, they were greeted by not one but two almost naked women. What little they wore only accented their nudity. They both had on latex short shorts, that were crotchless and matching latex tube tops, with their breasts peeking through the front. They were both blondes, with their hair braided in a french braid hanging down their backs, almost to their asses. They were both about five foot six. One wore baby blue and the other wore pink. They looked like sisters, but were not.


"Hello ladies", said Randolph. "Where's Raphael?"


Raphael stepped out of the back, and said, "I'm here Mr. Charlemagne. I just had to make sure of something."


"Please Raphael, call me Randolph" he said. " We have been friends for too many years now to be burdoned with protocol." They then shook hands.


Raphael was a middle aged white man, with greying hair, a barreled chest, and the biggest hands Alicia had ever seen. He stood only two inches shorter than Randolph's six foot five, at six three.


"Becky," said Raphael. "Close the shop."




One of the scantily clad women, the one in blue, said "Yes master" and walked over to the door and locked it. Then she flipped the open sign to closed and turned off the neon sign.


While all of this was happening Alicia was looking around. One wall was covered in shoe racks. High heeled shoes in every size and description were represented. There were clothes racks scattered everywhere, with lingerie of every color. This place made Victoria Secrets look like Macys though, with how revealing the clothes were. Alicia's heart was hammering in her chest.


"Raphael, please tell me you have what I ordered." Said Randolph


"You know I do." Raphael replied. "Is this your model?" he asked.


"This is Alicia, my new slave." Stated Randolph.


"She's pretty," said Raphael. "Although I preffer blondes, as you can see."


"Beautiful." Said Randolph.


Alicia didn't know if he was talking about her or the blonde women.


"Well let's see it then." Said Randolph. "Alicia, get undressed. Everything off. I want you to try on this outfit."


"So here it was" Thought Alicia. "Now I have to take my clothes off in front of these people."


Raphael had walked into the back of the store, so that left the two blondes, Becky and Jessica, Tyrone and Randolph, to watch Alicia's unveiling. Her trepidation at having to strip in front of all these people knew no bounds.


She didn't mind so much the women, they were in a state of undress constantly, what she was so afraid of was getting undressed in front of men. "What if she wasn't visually pleasing?" She felt herself thinking.


She had worn her new jeans today, now she knew, in hopes that she wouldn't be required to strip, and a tight tee shirt.


She looked at Randolph, pleading with her eyes, but he only nodded, a little smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.


She turned half way to the side, facing the wall of shoes and crossed her arms over her front, grabbing the hem of her tee shirt, removed it over her head.


"I can get through this." She told herself.


She unbuttoned the snap in the front of her jeans and pulled them down her legs, kicking off her sandals as she did so.


She only had on her bra and panties now, and she stopped.


She turned back, to look at Randolph, and he motioned for her to continue.


She blushed from her hairline to her chest, and hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, pulled them down to her ankles. She then kicked them into the pile of steadily growing clothes at her feet.


She then reached behind herself, and unhooked her bra. She let it fall halfway down her arms and then pulled it off, to drop it into the pile.


She stood with her arms in front of herself, one covering her breasts and the other in front of her vaginal mound, with it's downy covering of red hair.


It was then that Raphael came back into the showroom carrying a bundle of latex clothing. "Put your hands down girl!" He said, angrily. "You have a wonderful body, be proud of it."


Alicia tentatively lowered her arms and hands to her sides. She couldn't help but feel some little bit of pride at the compliment. She looked at Randolph and was taken by the awe she saw in his gaze. She saw him drink in the site of her nude body and saw the lump of his manhood grow in his pants. It made her even more proud, that she could evoke such a reaction to her nakedness. The fact that he wanted only her, added to that pride.


Raphael handed one of the latex outfits to Alicia and told her how to put it on. "Jessica come and help her." He said.


Alicia studied the "garment", for a moment, before attempting to put it on. Jessica leans in and shows Alicia the proper way the piece is to go, pulling and tugging.


Finally Alicia has the piece on her body, and feels more naked than when she had on no clothes. Everything that she would normally hide, is framed by the outfit. It is bright red, with gold trim, her schools colors. Her 36C breasts stuck out of the front, cutouts sewn into the piece for each breast. Her pussy and ass is likewise bare, the outfit coming to right above her knees. It fits like a second skin. Tightly accentuating all of her assets. Finally it zips up the back and Jessica zips her in.


"Now", said Raphael, "You wanted to be able to suspend her in this outfit. Correct?" " What you have here, is very cleverly hidden O rings. There are pockets here and here". Pointing at a space between Alicia's armpits and shoulders and at a spot forward of her hips. "You just reach inside the little pocket, and pull the ring out. Like so." He demonstrated by pulling out all of the O rings. "And, as you can see, all of her tasty bits are available."


As all of this was happening, Alicia found herself getting aroused. She didn't know if it was being paraded around naked or half naked, or at having them discuss her attire and her like she wasn't even there. Her breath was coming deeper, her nipples were hard, and she was getting wet. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was being humiliated. She didn't know, but she liked it. Especially when she looked at Randolph. The lust she saw in his eyes spoke volumes to her. He wanted her and he wanted her BAD. She realized that she wanted him, as well. She just hoped that he would be gentle with her, she "was" still a virgin.


Raphael had Alicia remove the outfit, then handed her the other one he held. This one was a deep royal blue, that covered her whole body, minus the naughty bits. From her ankles to her neck, and down her arms to her wrists, were all covered in latex. Her breasts, ass and crotch were still on display. This one had the same pocketed O rings, but quite a few more, they were also at her elbows, wrists, thighs and ankles, front and back.


Randolph said, "I'll take them both. Now on to the more mundane." With that they proceeded to go through, Alicia was sure, every item of clothing that they sold. She was swept away with it all. She had tried on baby doll negligees, body stockings, hobble skirts, short shorts, dresses, corsets, and harnesses. There was an even longer list of accesories, that she had to wear, in conjunction with all the clothes, not to mention the endless amount of shoes, that went with the outfits. Randolph bought some of everything. Some things he had more than one of, in more than one color. Alicia's head swam with the sheer number of articles he bought.


Alicia wouldn't be allowed to wear the clothes that she wore to the shop. Randolph picked a pink and white babydoll corset, with a pink pencil skirt. The corset covered her, from the top of her breasts, to her waist. The pencil skirt was made of shiny, translucent rubber, and went on over the corset bottom and zipped down over her ass, to her calves. Under the ensemble, she wore a white garter belt and white, seamed stockings. Pink and white, five inch open-toed shoes, that locked onto her feet, topped off the outfit.


The corset brought her 24 inch waist down to 20 inches, and it was a little hard for her to breathe. She could only take shallow breaths, but it made her breasts look wonderful and Randolph told her so.


Raphael also had Jessica and Becky take Alicia in the back of the store and unbraid her hair and curl it in Shirley Temple curls. While they were curling her hair, one of them, she knew not which, said, " You are so lucky to have a master like Mr. Charlemagne, he's spending in excess of fifty grand on you right now. How many girls can say that they went on a fifty thousand dollar shopping spree?" Then the other one said, "I know that you're new to the whole slavery thing, just do yourself a favor and do what you're told. The perks are worth the work. Try your best, and things will be better, than if you try to fight it. Anyway, the sex is better than anything I experienced before my slavery. You're young, beautiful and you have a rich and powerful master, what more could a slave ask for? At least he isn't into those sadistic games like some of the masters that come here."


Then they applied a coat of make-up. The results were stunning! Alicia couldn't believe that the super sexy creature that looked back at her from the floor length mirror was her. But it was. She moved in a few cursory maneuvers, and the reflection moved with her. It was like she was a different person, all together. Her ass looked great, with her now tiny waist and thrust out breasts.


Alicia's mind was awhirl. She didn't know what to think anymore. She had harbored resentment against her master, is that what she should call him?, for taking her from her family. But then she felt butterflies in her stomach, everytime he looked at her, with that hungry look in his eyes. She wanted to go back to her old life, but she also, in a way, wanted to please him. She had read those stories, that she got from the Internet, at the BDSM site, but those were fiction and it didn't prepare her for the reality of life as a slave. She just didn't know what all was expected of her. She was excited to get over fifty thousand dollars worth of clothes. Granted, they were kinky clothes, but they were for her. All for her. He had even had some made up custom, for her.


"Let's get you some practice walking in those heels." Said Jessica. "You are gonna make an enticing entrance, when you go back in there."


Alicia tried to walk, as she'd seen the other girls walk, but the effect was not the same.


"You're trying too hard." Becky told her. "Remember, you have on what is called a pencil skirt. It makes you take small steps, don't fight it. Take small steps and let the skirt guide you."


Alicia did that and the results were immediate, but the look wasn't right yet.


"Thrust out your hips more." Said Jessica. "Don't try to roll your hips though, the shoes will do that for you."


Alicia took all of the advice in and walked around in the five inch heels for a few minutes. When the two of them were satisfied that she walked well enough in them, she was then, with an admonishment to keep her head up and shoulders back, told to make her entrance into the showroom, and Becky and Jessica went back out to join the rest.


Alicia took a deep breath and started walking. As she turned the corner, to enter the showroom, she saw Randolph standing there watching her. She made a decision to be all she could be, in that instant. She locked eyes with him and walked. She took small deliberate steps, as she'd been taught. She walked right up to him and in a moment of inspiration, gracefully bent to her knees. She placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, she had read about this pose in one of the stories from the BDSM site, and bowed her head, saying, "Whatever you wish of me master, I am here to serve."


Randolph bent down and picked her up, by her shoulders, then he did something she had been secretly hoping for since this thing began. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. He held her close and whispered in her ear. "My sweet sweet slave Alicia."











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