Angela's Trial and Tribulations by Mark Andrews

“Thrust out your breasts at him, slut. Make sure he gets a good view of your cunt and your shapely bottom from time to time. I will have you soundly thrashed if I detect even a hint that you are not really trying to please him...”
    She did and Barker’s hand found its way over and around her flesh on many occasions as she served his soup, main course, wine and dessert as well as coffee and brandy afterwards. Like the mayor, he ignored women and was not at all put off by the presence of the mayor’s wife. Later, as they sat over their brandy and cigars while Angela stood demurely nearby, Alex asked the party boss if he found the girl attractive.
    â€œShe’s an exquisite piece of slave flesh, Alex... How much d’you want for her?” That she was the property of the city and not the mayor, didn’t come into it.
    Alex Brown smiled. “She’s yours, John, free, gratis. Take her home tonight...”
    Angela kept her face neutral but inside she was torn apart. The mayor had just given her... given her to another man, as if she was an item of property. She reflected, of course that was what she was these days. A slave, to be used for whatever purpose her owner wished. Sex, labour... whatever. She was his to be sold or disposed of at his whim.
    She didn’t even get to say goodbye to Jason or the others. John Barker ordered her out to his limousine and made her lie on the floor so he could rest his feet on her belly and breasts. It was so humiliating. She had to lie on the floor space between the front seat and the back and after she had taken off his shoes and socks, had to submit to his toes feeling her all over but especially they roved over her breasts and into her vagina while she squirmed in shame. Thus she went to her new home.

Chapter 6
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    Once there she was taken in charge by Sun, a huge Korean who was as ugly as Jason was handsome. The man was big and very muscular but his muscles were not attractive. Gross and strong but only that. He wore nothing but leather pants over his huge body, leaving his torso bare. She was taken directly to Barker’s harem. That was what he called it and that was what it was. It was got up like an eastern seraglio, even to his throne in the main room. He had repaired to his room adjoining and there his body- slaves had undressed him and draped a silk robe over his narrow shoulders, for John Barker was the direct antithesis of the mayor, at least physically. He was short and skinny and his body quite scrawny. His skin was red and wrinkled and his sparse hair mousy and lank.
    He was decidedly unattractive physically. Socially, mentally and sexually he was even worse. He was a boor socially. He was powerful and so commanded obedience but he had no social graces at all. Mentally he was smart but he used his intelligence to demean anyone weaker. Sexually he was quite depraved. Sex for him involved humiliating and torturing his women, abusing them emotionally and physically, as Angela was about to find out.
    She was brought into his presence by Sun and had to stand there while he looked her naked body up and down, very insolently. Of course all the other girls, dozens of them, were also naked but it didn’t seem to help. Finally he spoke. Well, let us see your charms, dance for us, slut.”
    She stared at him. Dance for him? She knew he didn’t mean the slow shuffle that young people call dancing these days. Inasmuch as she was now apparently in a sultan’s harem, he probably meant belly-dance but although she had seen this exotic movement performed in movies, she really had not the slightest idea even how to begin. She knew she would have to do something however. She had seen Sun’s hand move to the whip on his belt and she didn’t want to taste it.
    She tried. She wiggle her hips and moved her hands and legs as she thought it was done. Of course it was a parody and in no time Barker clapped his hands. “What a