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Slave Ranch: The Ultimate Solution to a Sexless Marriage

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The ad read: Marital Problems? Infidelity? Desperate for the Affection of a Loving Wife? The Ultimate Solution for the Sexless Marriage. Call now for details about our unique program. Within 24 hours, business woman Janet Dawkins is apprehended at the airport by two uniformed men...hours later Roxanna Joyce is brutally hogtied and drugged by her latest one night stand. Early the next morning, the pretty housewife Heidi Sands is accosted by a stranger in her house, abused, bound and taken away. Tired of their sexless marriages, three unhappy husbands have taken extreme action to remedy their situation. Days later, the trio of panicked females are hauled out of a panel truck and dropped in the dirt of the R&T more aptly named Slave Ranch. As the tough, modern day cowboy Marshall Novak explains: they are his newest inductees in an operation to reprogram them as sexy and submissive bedmates for their wellheeled husbands. The voluptuous Roxanna's rebellion is quickly met with the crack of a cane. The controlling Janet intends to coolly foil the diabolical plan. And Heidi suddenly finds a playground where her private and very kinky fantasies will come to life. For six months, the three will be tethered in separate stalls, eat from dog dishes and relieve themselves in a crude latrine. Through the use of special salves and conditioning, they're programmed to find s****l pleasure performing oral s*x, to take a fist in their p*****s and submit to anal s*x as eagerly as they suck c**k. The promiscuous Roxanna hardly needs to be trained, but will the show pony ever put out for her sugardaddy husband? Can a controlling Janet ever soften up to s*x? Will the once frigid Heidi finally let go and enjoy the kink she loves? What none of the wives or husbands realize is that the program is rarely successful. Two of these females won't be going home. But the cunning Marshall Novak knows this from the start. He wants one of these beauties as his own. Meanwhile, waiting in the wings are wealthy men who'll pay a hefty price to have a submissive female who's trained to perform.

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Chapter One Marital Problems? Infidelity? Desperate for the Affection of a Loving Wife? The Ultimate Solution for the Sexless Marriage Don’t wait a moment longer. Call now for details on our unique program: 777-333-2251 The damn subway had broken down for the third time that month. He’d cool his heels again on the station platform. With nothing to do while he waited for the train, Trevor Sands swiped a news rag from the rack of grimy papers and thumbed through the ads, looking for god knows what. Never hurts to keep your eyes peeled for a good deal, although these classifieds were probably months old and long out of date. His eyes moved swiftly through a collection of want ads, real estate gimmicks and automobile ads, until his eyes happened to land on a small item listed in ‘Novelties’, in the lower left hand corner – the kind that makes you do a double take – Did I really see that? Being so far down the list, it was a wonder any one would have found it. He chuckled to himself as he read the odd come-on, at the same time casting furtive glances at the small number of people around him wondering if they could see what drew his avid, almost anxious attention. Suddenly he heard the grinding on the tracks, and his concentration was deflected to the approaching train. A collective sigh swept through the waiting passengers; the train was thirty minutes overdue. Trevor was about to toss the newspaper in the trash and be on his way. But he impulsively changed his mind and ripped the strange ad about sexless marriages from the paper and stuffed it in his pocket as he boarded the railcar. *** Tony Joyce overheard two men at the Corner Bar talking about their wives, then started listening in real close. Something about the conversation was giving him a hard-on. He did a lot of listening on the sly, barely tuning into conversations until something jarred him enough to warrant his complete attention. The two next to him had his interest now. “I swear, that’s what the man said,” the grey-haired man spoke in a loud whisper. “They got this program for cheating and frigid wives. He said it worked like a charm.” “As if you could get Jenny into that,” his friend laughed. “Hell, Jenny would be sending me, if she could. She’s been trying to reform me for years,” the man smirked. “Besides, she’s a hellcat in bed. But you? I mean, the way Grace turns you down. She’s just the kind of woman they say they can cure.” His friend shook his head. “I mean really, Sam, call Barrett. He’ll tell you all about it.” “Barrett’s got bucks. Bucks I don’t have. Something like this gotta cost a bundle.” “C’mon, take their number, will you,” the grey-haired fellow urged, “the Ultimate Solution for the Sexless Marriage, that’s what they say. Here. Write this down.” He shoved a cocktail napkin in front of Sam and fished a pen from his pocket, writing down the number. Give them a call.” Like Sam would even dare. But Tony Joyce? – who’d overheard the entire exchange and committed the phone number to memory as soon as he heard it – he had a knack for that. Here was a man who had no fear of taking chances on oddball schemes; he’d been doing it for years. Why, he wouldn’t have the biggest car dealership in the county if it weren’t for taking chances. And bucks, oh, he had plenty of bucks if this Ultimate Solution could bring the sexy Roxanna back to his marriage bed. Why not? Certainly was worth the phone call. *** Jeff Dawkins peeled himself out of his chair, rubbing his eyes. Long day in front of the computer. But damn it had been a good day. Ten transactions that put another $50,000 in his bank account. Couldn’t do much better than that for one day. He had reason to celebrate…but then, as usual, he was home alone. No one to celebrate with. Padding to the kitchen, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and moved out to the patio, swiping the mail as he went. He needed a little fresh air. He was a tall, lean, good-looking man of thirty-five. Tousled hair, square cut jaw, sporting a day’s growth of beard. Inherently sexy, and dangerously unfulfilled. There wasn’t much to do between now and when Janet got home at ten, IF she got home that early – maybe find a ballgame on TV. Oh, but that was last night’s agenda. He flipped through the mail finding nothing of interest, then fixed himself a frozen Enchilada Dinner in the microwave and wandered back to his office, eating and surfing the Internet. Within a minute flat, he found himself in the middle of one of those porn pop-up loops. Damn! Just when he thought he’d have to reboot, he clicked off the last of the open browser screens. All of them suddenly disappeared, except one small one at the bottom of the screen. Is your wife frigid, unresponsive, inhibited? Do you have to beg for her attention? Are you ready to try something daring? Are you ready for a wife who responds to your every need and whim? The Ultimate Solution for the Sexless Marriage Full reprogramming service to suit your specific needs. Call now: 777-333-2251 He read the advertisement twice, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he absently put his TV dinner on the desk and further inspected the page to see if there was any other information. No web address, no hyperlink. Something feral grabbed him in the gut, or maybe it was lower? Yes, it was definitely in his lower regions where he was feeling the pressure. His c**k was getting hard, a moment later, still staring at the computer screen, he pulled his erection from his jeans and began jacking off… Janet was a good wife in so many ways, but a little reprogramming and she’d be perfect. He imagined her coming home at six not ten or after, with a warm, welcoming smile on her lips, doing a little strip tease at his office door. She’d loosen her brunette hair, which had been neatly fixed in a bun all day, and let it cascade down to her shoulders. Then piece by piece, her stuffy executive clothes would drop away until she was standing before him in a lacy black bra and a tiny thong. He closed his eyes and imagined her slowly moving toward the desk and dropping to her knees before him, her mouth covering his erection. As she began to suck him off in his fantasy world, Jeff shot his load into a handkerchief that he swiped from the desktop. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he leaned back in his chair and let his open-mouthed exclamation rise into the empty air. If she only knew. When he came back to the present, Jeff was staring at the computer screen and the weird advertisement. If it were only possible to reprogram his wife, just a little…

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