(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her new master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's friend, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave, Valentina Khorkina; store slave girls<br/><br/>That last glimpse to Mizuki and the slam of the door was the sealing of her fate...<br/><br/>Paulette once again was brought back to reality by the slap of the leash against her flesh.  As they headed outside her eyes had squinted for a moment at the blazing sun and the blue sky.  It was a beautiful day and although she knew that she was in Monaco she had never been outside the slave transport and slave pens.  The city seemed as beautiful as she had heard and involuntarily she had looked about; the blue of the sky and distant smell of the ocean reminding her of times gone by.  She had been in this city, had performed in the swank hall near the ocean not fourteen months ago and now she was here as a slave.  Instead of a free woman adored by all she was a dripping cunt controlled by a leash and the strength of this man, her master.<br/><br/>In that instant her eyes also took in the golden car before her and with a sinking feeling she knew it had to belong to Doctor Okanjo.  It was a 2010 Mercedes SLS AMG which was the same car that she had been in that night with her manager and lover Alain duPard.  She had her lips around his cock as they hurled down the highway at 160 kph.  He'd lost control and they'd crashed or so Paulette assumed; the events of the next week or two were hazy.  She wanted to cry, to cringe to offer her body up to be abused in punishment as the car brought back in sharp relief every bit of her memories of that night.  Every memory that she had repressed or lost flooded her in a heart rending rush.  Alain spurting his seed into her mouth even as the car twisted out of control.  The crash and violence of the impact as her body was thrown around the inside of the vehicle; only the air bags had saved her life.  The sickening feeling of lying there and seeing Alain bleeding, his neck snapped and his eyes dead and staring at her with accusation.<br/><br/>The accident had been almost nine months ago; time enough to conceive and carry a child to term.   It was not the birth a child but a new slave crouched on all fours in the summer sun. led by a leash and oozing the unwilling evidence of her reluctant and unwelcome arousal.  For Paulette indeed there had been a conception and a growth leading to a birth and a new life.  The accident had been the insemination.  She had been impregnated not in the womb but in the rich, dark soil of her mind, jarred and shaken by the accident and fertilized by her guilt.  The gestation had been at the Center where she was trained and modified.  Just as a fetus affected the body of its mother so to did the deep emotional scars grow inside of Paulette.  The conditioning at the Center had provided the nourishment for ideas and desires to grow.  Weeks of sleep deprivation, hypnosis, drugs and old fashioned physical conditioning had brought her slave self to term as the experts at exposed her every weakness and reinforced her tendencies to obedience and submission.  There had been changes to the body as drug and subtle procedures enhanced her sexuality, her responsiveness to pain and pleasure and the link between the two as well as polishing her already magnificent body.  Now, newly born in the bright light her mind felt as though there were two or three or four Paulette's fighting... no... sharing control of her actions even as her emotions were whipsawed by the flood of hormones and conditioned responses to her master's actions.<br/><br/>Her reminiscence was cut short by that flick of the leash against her wet mound and slick lips.  Her sex was sensitive, swollen and trained with drugs and deep conditioning to be tender and ready to experience excruciating pain as well as heart stopping pleasure.  The 'thwack' of the leash brought with it pain, doubly unexpected as her mind was far away on a dark highway in the north of France.  She whimpered loudly and squirmed under the impact.  Paulette knew that she would be punished for her reaction yet realized that this was yet another move in his conquest of her; she was being broken to the reins as he would a fine Arabian mare and with no more consideration for her thoughts and feelings than would be given to a well bred animal.<br/><br/>Paulette watched with a strange sense of envy perhaps or fear as the lush, confident free woman approached.  Her alert and careful eyes caught his expression of desire and more than desire as Kaelyn approached and she wondered what hold this woman might have on her... master.  She wondered if this woman was a threat to her.  A threat?  To a slave such as her? Why did she care what her master did yet she feared the lack of control that this woman represented over what little certainty she had in her master's desire for her.  As the two spoke over her head she shifted to present herself as Doctor Okanjo directed.  Again he used simple hand motions to control her and with thighs spread and breasts presented, the wet evidence of her arousal oozed down her thighs while her nipples tightened in fear.<br/><br/>Even more humiliating was the wet feeling running down Paulette's thighs.  She had always been 'wet' since puberty.  Many times she had to wear pads if she knew that she was going on a heavy date while growing up as a young girl.  The experts at the Center had worked their magic on her and stimulated her Bartholins glands into hyperactivity.  Now when she was aroused or in pain she leaked and oozed to ready herself for use.  The wet feeling was embarrassing yet further fed her arousal through intense feedback sessions at the Center; her wetness aroused her causing further wetness.  It took control and quiet for Paulette to get control of her body; control which was lacking now.  Behind her she glanced back and saw the wet trail she was leaving.  A snail... that is what her master called her and a snail trail of arousal she was leaving.  It was a wet smear leading back into the store along with a heavy, dark scent of a woman that was part of her hormonal changes.<br/><br/>Paulette's face turned red as she wet the floor between her legs and out of the corner of her eye she saw a female slave<div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/FreemanLeashPole.jpg)</div>being led out of the store.  The woman was on her hands and knees and around her neck was the loop of a pole leash like you would use to restrain an unruly dog.  Controlled by the noose and the length of the pole, the male store attendant pressed her face down to the floor as she licked up the trail of dew left by the mortified Paulette.  Slowly the other came closer and closer to her as they talked and Paulette's embarrassment rose as the girl glared at her even as she eagerly licked clean the slick marble of the floor.<br/><br/>Maintaining her presentation position, Paulette listened to the to chatter away in cultured French.  The woman was the brothel owner and her master seemed enamored of her.  Did he really prefer women of her type to a more slender shape such as herself.  She dared not turn her head but her eyes flickered from Doctor Okanjo to Kaelyn under the cover of the curtain of her blond hair.  Paulette cringed and shuddered involuntarily at the mention of being taken to the dungeon and tortured.  She knew by watching her master chose his purchases in the Emperium that he was skilled in the uses of a female body.  His hands told her that he could make her nerves sing with pleasure and scream with pain.  Before her eyes flashed scenes of training in the Center as electricity was sent coursing through her nipples and clit even as she was stimulated again and again to orgasm by direct manipulation of her g-spot by nerve induction.<br/><br/>Her mind bounced further as he offered her to Kaelyn for her pleasure.  Paulette blushed and her lip quivered slightly in fear and dread.  She remembered the stories of the the Mansion de Richelieu and what happened to girls inside its walls.  Now she was facing the Mistress herself as her master, the one rock in her chaotic world offered her up as a sacrifice to please this woman.  The fear continued to bubble up in her throat and her eyes as moisture made them glisten and grow large.  As the woman flirted with her master the fear grew into something deeper that she had felt earlier.  It was the touch of the woman's and on her master's wrist that set her off.  That raised that feeling to terrible heights.<br/><br/>Was she?  Not so quickly... she was... jealous.  yes, jealous of the free bitch.  For a moment she almost rose to her feet to demand her rightful freedom, to slap the bitch and throw herself at Doctor Okanjo to have him take her away to somewhere safe from all of this.  Then the tug of the leash pulled her back to reality and she was just a wet cunt.  Yet in that moment her eyes flashed with possessive anger at Kaelyn, an anger that the proud and possessive Paulette could not control.<br/><br/>As the other two women approached Paulette was able to use the interruption to gather her wits about her again.  She looked back down and stayed silent, even as she was ignored.  This was how she treated her dog, her horses, her pets.  Even small children were included in the conversation of human adults even if in a condescending way.  She was not human to any of them!  Not human...  a cunt... a slave hole...  But her eyes flashed... not yet... as an animal she could not be punished.  She could not come through this caldron and regain her Free status again on the other side purified!  She had been in the Center for nine months, her license had been renewed just a few weeks before the accident.  Gods she had almost three months to reclaim her freedom; surely that would be enough, surely she would not lose herself in that time never to return.<br/><br/>The jerk of the leash brought her back to reality.  Again she witnessed her master being charming, witty and debonair.  He was a natural with women and if roles were reversed she would be laughing and flirting right back with him.  Doctor Okanjo was the perfect man, she would have loved to given herself to him as a Free woman yet now... she was less than a cunt.  Would he give her to Kaelyn to break?  Oh Gods... no... no... but...<br/><br/>When Kaelyn left she breathed a hidden sigh of relief.  Why was she feeling this way?  She would purge such thoughts and take her punishment.  The other two women were odd.  The one, the Free one was an Olympic athlete.  She had briefly met the woman at a party but doubted the other remembered her.  And she had a slave that was treated with... respect.  Gods!  Paulette wanted to suffer for her sin but not in this inhumane and degrading way.  Would she have the will or desire to leave Doctor Okanjo a Free woman when she had suffered enough?  Gods, gods, gods she must escape when she could.  Yet the haze of the injury filled her mind suddenly as the glitter of the car caught her eyes.  She was confused, so confused as the layer of desire and need for obedience instilled at the Center filled her mind.  What were her motivations?  Should she just serve her master the leash as it rubbed her wet and swollen sex?  That would be easiest...<br/><br/>Yet even as she considered her future her careful eyes noticed everything.  She saw the friction and glimmer of dislike perhaps between Doctor Okanjo and Darya.  She could not mistake the way he looked at her.  It was the way he looked at Paulette and for a moment she could picture the two blonds strapped side by side in a dungeon as her master took them both with instruments of unspeakable pleasure and horror.  Paulette could feel the slaps as he beat the two of them and could hear the wet squishing and screams of pain as her master used them in every orifice.  It was a vivid as if she were there or she were in Doctor Okanjo's mind.  What was happening to her?<br/><br/>As the conversation finished the slave girl licking up Paulette's honey reached her.  The man slapped her ass and pushed with the pole to make the suddenly recalcitrant slave girl press her head between Paulette's knees to lap up the large damp spot growing on the floor.  Paulette shifted uncomfortably and widened her knees to allow the other access.  She squirmed as the other girl subtly pinched her in anger at being made to so humiliatingly clean up the mess.<br/><br/>Thankfully his conversation with Darya was brief.  She had time for only one short glance at Valentina as if to share her own predicament before her master made his good byes and called her to the car.  She stiffened for a moment as he snapped his wrist to walk her to the car but quickly attempted to hide her budding resistance brought on by the memories of the car.   She visibly cringed as he opened the door and directed her to sit on the towel.  The smell, the touch the sight... everything swam in front of her eyes and she almost fainted, her eyes closed, breathing fast and body shaking.   Even the towel under her to protect the leather of the seat.  Alain often did just that with her.  Paulette moaned as the door hissed closed; the snap of the lock like the end of her life.  As he drove off she leaned away from him and gazed hopelessly out the window.<br/><br/>The car drove off (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6505790#msg6505790).