A slave whose sole function was to provide pleasure to her Masters, her body theirs to arouse and use and enjoy as they wished, no matter what the cost in shame and discomfort and anguish to their powerless victim.
Exactly as she had been used by the dominant Master who had just left her and whose name she did not even know.
Gemma looked down through the gathering gloom to the pale swells of her breasts and gave an involuntary shiver as she saw the glimmer of steel transfixing her flesh and marking her as The Corporation's captive.
Her slightest movement set the silver bells tinkling musically and her face burned as she remembered how Roxwell and the others had laughed when he had joked that the sound would tell them when she was coming.
The trouble was, he had been correct.
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