Chapter Twelve
Slaver’s Bait
The tenor of Denise’s life with the Turk had been set on her first two days there. She was never allowed to speak, her arms were constantly bound behind her, her face half hidden by the leather mask, its thick leather plug in her mouth. Every morning she would receive a thorough and sensuous massage from the old woman followed by a manual manipulation to orgasm. She would kneel at the dining room table, erect, knees apart, at lunch and dinner while the hulking man who had kidnapped her ate. She would watch as Tamara marched to and fro during the day on her seemingly innumerable and never ending tasks.
Her sessions of love making with the Turk continued to be hot and heavy for both of them. She had learned to patiently, slowly, suck Turk’s c**k using only he
