(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 LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset & Ryuuji Adams.<br/><br/>Paulette sat quietly in the corner of the holding cell watching the other three girls.  She had lived a life of excitement and freedom up to a point just nine months ago.  She reached up and touched a point on the side of her head in the memory of pain.  The accident had been horrific.  Alain duPard her manager and lover had been driving the powerful Mercedes as they hurled down the A4 from Paris toward Strasbourg.  She had performed her final concern in Paris and they were headed for Koln to start her German tour.  It was night and she had been bent over his lap sucking him off when he lost control of the car and they slid off the road.  Alain had died horribly and only the airbags and luck had saved her as the car was almost cut in half as it hit a bridge pylon.<br/><br/>Dazed and injured Paulette had crawled from the wreckage and fled the scene of the accident.  Had she killed Alain because she was sucking him off or would the accident have happened anyway?  Why had she run?  She was free, her tax was paid up for almost a full year.  Even though Alain held her tax receipt she could have gone back to her father and then sought out a new manager to continue her rock star entertainment career.  No, she had fled on foot to the nearest village.  She had money and identity papers.  Exhausted and hurting Paulette had spent the night in a small hostel where the guests and owner looked at her with suspicion.  The next day she took the train north toward Belgium.  Where was she headed?  Why was she headed there?  It seemed the right thing to do.  Afraid of capture she disposed of her identity papers in a moment of panic and confusion induced by what turned out to be a serious concussion from the accident.  But she rode first class and she rode alone without baggage and in her travel worn clothing.  Was she trying to catch the eye of the police and the BAF?<br/><br/>Paulette shook her head slightly at her own thoughts.  She made it to the Belgian border before she was taken by the BAF.  Her identity papers were gone and without them she was an uncontrolled and illegal female.  They took her into custody.  Paulette was in violation of her tax restrictions and was remanded by the BAF administrative judge into slavery.  She supposed her father could have come and claimed her from slavery; technically she was still a free woman or at least for three more months now.  But she'd not called him and he had not come.  Why she wondered did she not make the attempt at freedom?  There was a lingering guilt she supposed for Alain and maybe she felt she needed to be 'punished' for his death.  She wasn't sure... Was she secretly glad to be a slave, collared and submissive?  Paulette turned those ideas over in her mind like multifaceted crystals, the light of ideas and emotions broken up into thousands of shifting and confusing colors; she would find out it seemed.<br/><br/>The BAF sent her to the main training center outside of Paris.  Used to a life of self indulgence and freedom, Paulette had not taken kindly to the training regime at the Center.  In the quiet moments alone in her cell at the Center she was forced to admit to herself that she fought them because she deserved to be punished.  The alternative that she<em>wanted </em>to be used and broken was something that her mind shied away from like a skittish, high strung mare from a snake.  The training was short and intense.  She knew they recognized her as a music celebrity; her training was the harsher for it she knew.  Heavy use of 'Venus' and corporal punishment conditioned her body to respond eagerly to male and female sexual partners. Hypnosis and other mental training methods have convinced her to accept her fate as a slave with eagerness. By the end of the eight months she was an almost model slave girl ready to be sold on the open market.  Yet still, inside, she was the same girl who fled the accident and drove herself into the arms of the BAF and slavery.  She could not change; how else could she accept what had happened to her, how could she accept her punishment if she was not the same girl deep inside?<br/><br/>She had arrived in the night, a consignment to Monaco.  She expected that she would be sold in this center of wealth and entertainment because of her past status as a musician. Paulette did not care so much about the where anymore; that would be determined by her master or perhaps mistress.  No, she was only concerned now about the who; the 'who' of which man would buy her.<br/><br/>As Ryuuji entered and unlocked her chains she stood with her head bowed to the masculine presence.  True to her conditioning a flood of arousal filled her body as her nipples erected and there was a stirring wet warmth between her legs.  Paulette was tall for a woman with a willowy, attractive body and large, well formed breasts.  Her lissome blond beauty had been as much a factor in her music career as her talents as a singer and the training had only reinforced her ability to posture for male eyes.  Upon Ryuuji's command she shuffled out of the cell, her eyes needy and hungry as she glanced up at him.  Paulette stood outside of her cell next to the dark haired Sophie who had asked the questions.  She whispered; "Master"