Caught and Punished 2

Money can buy almost anything, even human flesh. A powerful, wealthy man pays Carnal Incorporated to provide him with a pleasure-trained slave to sexually serve him.

Two experienced and committed Carnal operatives stalk their target, quiet, beautiful Shari Isle. With her terrifying capture, the reclusive artist enters a world of restraint, harsh lessons, pain, and sexual stimulation. They will break her.

Stripped naked, collared, and chained, Shari has no choice but to submit and obey, to suffer. She slowly comprehends Carnal Incorporated’s worldwide reach. Escape and freedom? Impossible. Only survival and her desperate battle to hold onto her sanity matters.

Her time at the brutal training facility ends, and she’s delivered to her master—a man haunted by his demons and rage. Is the forced pleasure he gives her worth the price? Is this her existence or—

Vonna Harper has written erotica for years, but Carnal Captive takes her where she’s never been. The story is dark. Raw and dangerous. Non-consensual. Not for those who don’t fully comprehend those words. It is a full-length novel.

The last thing Alyssa remembers is being at a party with her boyfriend. Now she's trapped inside a wooden box, shipped to be trained and sold off as a sex slave. Will she manage to find a way out of this situation, or will she learn to accept her place as a toy for the pleasure of anyone who claims her?

For adults only: this 7500-word novelette features masturbation, anal sex on a virgin, erotic piercing, bondage, enforced chastity, and the cruel domination of a new sex slave. May be too extreme for any but the most adventurous readers!

Brief Excerpt

The cuffs held her up but put a lot of weight on her shoulders, making them ache a little more as she leaned forward, her bare feet scrabbling on the ground to try and do their job. But then she heard a sound like gears or chains grinding, and she was pulled up higher, so that only the tips of her toes were brushing against the ground, leaving her hanging in the air. As she looked around, trying to see in the blinding light, Alyssa realized just how cold it was in here. The air conditioning must have been cranked up awfully high. Goosebumps were rising up all over her skin, and she could feel the chill teasing her nipples into full erectness.

Alyssa saw the blur approach again, then felt his hands grip her head tightly. Her confusion didn't last long; he very swiftly fitted some rusty-tasting metal ring into her mouth that held it open widely, then strapped it into place. She couldn't even try to form words now; it was effectively gagging her. Alyssa started to make a noise of protest, but the blur moved again, and started squirting small bursts of stale-tasting, lukewarm water into her mouth. Her parched tongue strained upward for it, past the gag, and her throat swallowed reflexively, gulping the water down. It only stopped when she could take no more, and water started dribbling down her chin. The blurry man left her vision then, leaving her to pant as she hung in the air.

She heard a faint clicking noise and the worst of the light began to fade. Her eyes still struggled to adjust, but it wasn't nearly so bad. As the spots faded from her vision, she could see now that she was in a sterile-looking, white-painted room. Her wrists were tightly bound to a steel frame of some sort. She couldn't see whoever had pulled her from the box. Maybe it and he both were behind her? The only other person in the room hadn't done it. He was just standing up from behind a light, folding table that was strewn with papers. And he was slender, wearing a dark business suit and fingerless gloves. His gleaming blue tie was perfectly straight, vanishing beneath his jacket. Not a hair on his head was out of place, and his lightly-tinted glasses were poised perfectly on his nose. No, he wasn't the sort of person to lift anything, let alone her from a big wooden box.

He glanced at her with a disinterest that made her shiver, then turned back to the table, lifting a paper from it. Alyssa focused her attention on him as best she could, using him as a gauge to see how well her eyes were adjusting to the light. Where were her clothes? She felt like she was completely on display, hanging like this. She wanted to bite her lip, to move her hands to cover herself, but between how she was tied and the gag, she couldn't. A few sounds came out of her mouth as she tried to ask the man with glasses for help, but if anything she was less successful at forming words than when her mouth was free and dry.

The former college student Alyssa has been busy learning everything she needs to know in order to be a proper sex slave. Even as she finds herself enjoying her new duties, she worries endlessly that she is not learning her lessons properly. If she can't manage to pass her training, she'll be sold off to a cruel master who will school her accordingly. Will Alyssa manage to learn well enough to stave off such a fate?

The fully revised sequel to Alyssa's Capture, Alyssa's Training is a 7700-word novelette containing materials strictly intended for adult audiences only. It contains explicit depictions of both oral and anal sex, female masturbation, restrictive bondage, objectification of women, enforced chastity, whipping, candle wax, boot-licking, and a woman learning to love her place as a sex slave. Only the most adventurous need apply!
 

The much-anticipated sequel to Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club.

When Kate Vale signed up with the Billionaires' Sex Club she thought she knew what was in store. Endless days fulfilling the sexual fantasies of the super-rich, a world of depravity, of pure unbridled lust: a world of control and submission, of pleasure and pain, a world where the boundaries between the pleasure and the pain blurred, shifted, vanished. She thought it was a chance to get closer to the club's owner, Connor Stark. He had chosen her, after all: he had spotted her when she was only a waitress, and he had pursued her until she had signed up.

What she didn't realise was that her contract could be traded like a commmodity. She could be put up at auction, sold to the highest bidder, and when you're signed up to the Billionaires’ Sex Club, the stakes can get very high indeed.

An explicit novelette of bondage, dubious consent, multiple partners and more from the bestselling author of Bad Again and Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club.

Polly J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex, then! As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is a bestselling author. Her works include the Girls Club series, with some stories collected as Bad Girls and Bad Girls 2, the paranormal erotic novella, The Touch, and the popular Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series.

The former college student Alyssa has been thoroughly trained as a sex slave, and the time has come for her and her virginity to be sold off at auction. First she'll be prepared and sampled, put up on the block for sale, and finally her new owner will claim her! Alyssa is eager, but is she trained enough to earn a good price?

The unexpurgated third part of the Virgin Slave Stories series and the sequel to Alyssa's Capture and Alyssa's Training, Alyssa's Sale is a 7900-word novelette containing materials strictly intended for adult audiences only. It contains explicit depictions of anonymous sex, both oral and anal, defloration, restrictive bondage, objectification of women, enforced chastity, sensory deprivation, and erotic branding. Only for the most adventurous readers!

Starving artist Felicia Dare hates rich men. As far as she's concerned, they're all absent, philandering jerks who care more about money than people. And she should know. Her own father is a millionaire.

Or was. When he shows up on her doorstep and tells her he blew the GDP of Africa on bad investments and failed businesses, Felicia knows he's getting what he deserves. Except that's not all: her mother is sick, and he can't afford the payments for her treatments. He has a backer to save his company, but there's one catch: Felicia must marry him!

A modern woman, Felicia balks at the implication that her hand can be bought, and she sets out to give this backer a piece of her mind. But there's more to Anton Waters than money and power, and when they come face to face, Felicia realizes that saying no to his proposal may be harder than she thought!

This bargain-priced bundle is the complete collection of The Billionaire's Wife series, 77,000 words of drama, romance, and red hot BDSM sex!

EXCERPT:

All that progress was turned back now, and I was back in the same place I had been in before I'd left home.

I shook my head. "It's not like they beat me or abused me or something," I said. "They just weren't great to have around. And now they're around again. I can't get away."

Anton pushed away from the door and came to stand in front of me as I shucked my coat from my shoulders and laid it over the nearest chair. "I don't think that's true," he said.

I tried not to roll my eyes at him and failed. "Oh yeah?" I said. "Well, you aren't me. I'm not you. I can't just command everyone to do my bidding with a word and a glance of those come-hither eyes."

"You think I have come-hither eyes?" he said, amused.

"Don't push it," I told him.

Anton smiled, real and genuine, not his Zen smile. He was amazing when he smiled. "You do have power, Felicia," he said. "You only have to learn to use it."

I shook my head. "I don't know how."

His face softened. Without warning, he reached out and pulled me to him. I stumbled, startled, against his chest, my hands coming up to brace myself, but the sensation of his hard body against the palms of my hands had me pausing, lingering, savoring.

His fingers trailed over my back, up my arms, and I listed into him, tilting my head back.

He gazed down at me with intense, green eyes, fixated on my lips. His hands slid up and up, until he cradled my head in his hands. A thumb alighted on my mouth.

"Your voice," he said. "You must use your voice. Speak and make yourself be heard."

His other hand abandoned my face, slipping down my arm and coming up to cover my fingers where they lay against his chest. "And if people will not listen to you, you must do what you must. Use these hands. I've seen your art—there is power in you. Build your own life, Felicia."

Tears stung my eyes. How could he say such things to me? I had been coerced into marrying him. Nothing was mine any longer.

He seemed to read my mind, or perhaps my thoughts were plain on my face. Leaning in, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I am not the enemy, Felicia. I am your companion, as you are mine. I may have... acquired you in an unconventional way, but I wanted a wife. And you acquired me in the bargain."

I closed my eyes. My heart hurt in my chest, as though it had been rubbed raw.

Anton drew me closer, and I felt the stirrings of his arousal against my belly. I inhaled sharply.

"You can say no," he said. His voice vibrated in my skin, in my bones. "You always have the last say. I'll not be a rapist."

I swallowed, hard. "I don't want to say no," I said. "Please, just make me come." Wipe it away. Make me forget for a little while.

"Gladly," he breathed...

When Kate Vale decided to spend the summer as a waitress at parties for the super-rich, she knew she would be moving in circles she'd never encountered before - a completely different world.

It turned out to be a world she had never even dreamed about.

A world of depravity, of pure unbridled lust; a world of control and submission, of pleasure and pain, a world where the boundaries between the pleasure and the pain blurred, shifted, vanished.

That summer, she discovered a new Kate, one she’d never even known existed, one that would have shocked her rigid if she’d been aware of it before those few weeks working in the Hamptons.

That summer, she discovered the Billionaires’ Sex Club.

An explicit story of bondage, dubious consent, multiple partners and more from the bestselling author of Bad Again and Taken at the Club.

Polly J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex, then! As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is a bestselling author. Her works include the Girls' Club series, with some stories collected as Bad Girls and Bad Girls 2, the paranormal erotic novella, The Touch, and the popular Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series.

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Sex slave Alyssa has been captured, trained, and sold to her Master, but now the hardest task lies ahead of her. She needs to be presentable for her Master to display her to his guests, and she seems absolutely hopeless at fulfilling the tasks set to her. Still aching from the last punishment, will Alyssa be able to live up to her Master's cruel demands?

This 5200-word story is for adults only, featuring explicit anal masturbation using a sex toy, hardcore sex and anal sex, harsh punishment to a misbehaving sex slave, and much more.