No Escape

Chapter 1

Symphony looked away from her computer monitor and picked up the brochure again. It was worn and tattered looking at this point from the many times she had nervously handled it. She guessed that had she picked it up and looked through it at least forty or fifty times a day for the past two weeks.

She had seen the advertisement in New Mother Magazine and found the service intriguing. She visited the website that was listed in the ad and ordered the brochure. It had arrived two days later. On the cover was the profile of a naked girl kneeling with bowed head and with a chain dangling from her neck. Just the sight of that logo made her feel all tingly. The brochure was for a company called No Escape to Paradise but it was clever in the way it displayed the name.

No Escape

Escape to Paradise

No Escape

Escape to Paradise

No Escape

Escape to Paradise

She had pretty much decided to enroll in the service. But she was struggling as she tried to overcome her anxiety and she hadn't mustered the courage to take the next step. It was a huge step to take, in her mind.

No Escape to Paradise was a new company that offered a unique service. It allowed women to explore and experience their darkest fantasy: slavery. The slavery was only for a limited period of time but it was still slavery. Once she passed a certain point in the process, there would be no changing her mind. She would be committed and would be subjected to being enslaved for the agreed upon time. She didn't know if the next step would commit her or if it was a step further down the road. But at some point, she would not be able to back out. There would be no escape.

It was something that she had to do, she told herself. She had fantasies about being a slavegirl for as long as she could remember. It was a place she could retreat to inside of her mind and it was a very erotic and exciting dream world. Usually, she could pull herself back out of that world into the real world. But ever since seeing that ad and visiting the website, she was drawn into her dream world more often and had a harder and harder time extracting herself.

It didn't help that she was bored silly in her real world. She had given birth to a baby daughter three months earlier. She loved having a daughter but was having troubles adjusting to being a mother. The work was endless and was mind numbing. She was being run ragged and she needed a break. She needed a break that would put some excitement back into her life.

She also needed to feel desired. Ever since she first learned that she was pregnant, her love life had dried up. It wasn't that she didn't want sex. There were times when she was so horny that she thought she would pop. But her husband didn't touch her any more. It was as if he thought he might break her or harm her.

She was sitting naked at the computer as she looked at the brochure. She stood up and walked to the full length mirror. She compared her shape to that of the woman in the logo. She was every bit as shapely as the model who had posed for the logo; maybe even better. She had quickly lost all of the extra weight she gained during her pregnancy and her flat belly was a tribute to all of her exercising. Her breasts might even be larger than the model's, thanks to childbirth, and appeared to be just as firm.

She got up again and returned to her computer. She knew she should call the phone number but she did not think she was ready. She was procrastinating. She thought she had made all of her choices but she was not ready yet. She was scared.

She was going to select the ‘Serenity' level. It looked the tamest of all of the choices. It would be a good way to try it out for the first time. The slavery would be for a fixed period of time and she had been thinking that six nights would be a good choice. The Serenity level allowed her to set limits that would be hard and could not be changed, even by her, once the slavery started. It was the least risky level in her mind, although the entire concept of voluntary recreational slavery was, in itself, risky.

There were three other options. The ‘Monte Carlo' level provided an experience with an undetermined term. It would start with a six night term. On the last day of slavery, a pair of dice would be rolled. If evens were rolled, the girl would be freed. If odds were rolled, the term would be extended. The length of the extension would be determined by the spin of a roulette wheel with numbers ranging from one to thirty. The number that came up would designate the additional number of days the girl must serve until she rolled the dice again. The Monte Carlo option could result in months of slavery, or more. It was much riskier than Symphony was ready for.

The ‘Safari' level was described as being designed for those with an adventurous spirit. In this one, the term would be fixed but the limits would not be. A slave would enter slavery with limits that she had selected. But each day, a computer at the company's headquarters would randomly select a limit to be lifted. By the end of the slavery period, it was possible that the girl would have experienced things that she had never even dreamed of.

The last option was called ‘Free Market.' Limits would be set and fixed as would the term. The owner would be matched with the slave based on the personality profiles and fit. But that would only be the initial owner. Every two days during the enslavement, an auction would be held and the girl would be sold. The new owners may or may not be a good fit for the girl but it did offer the thrill and excitement of being sold at auction and it offered the opportunity to experience multiple owners.

Serenity was definitely the safest choice, thought Symphony. She had also selected her limits. Several were already marked on the form before she got it. Fucking with a male, oral sex with a male and oral sex with a female were marked with X's in the "yes" column. All slaves had to agree to those activities. Killing, maiming and permanent marks all had X's in the "no" column. None of these activities were allowed.

But there was an abundance of other activities to choose from. She thought about marking them all as yes in order to make things more thrilling. She would never be able to anticipate what was going to happen next that way and it should increase the level of excitement. But when she read back through the list a second time, she got queasy at the thought of some of them. Asphyxiation was marked with a no when she went back through. Body jewelry installation was a no. She went through the list and indicated her decisions. There were some, like water sports, that she didn't understand. But if they sounded harmless, she gave them a yes. If they sounded sinister, they got a no.

She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. It's now or never, she thought. She dialed the number in the ad and waited.

"No Escape to Paradise; where we make your fantasies a reality. This is Erika," said the voice on the other end. "How may I help you?"

"Um… I… um…." stammered Symphony. "I…. er…. um…" Erika waited silently. She was used to this. The business had only been open for a few weeks and almost all of the phone calls started like this. At least the ones for prospective slaves did. This one was definitely a slave.

"I… um… I would like to enroll in your service," Symphony finally got out.

"Wonderful," replied Erika. "Should I send you some materials? You can always get them from the website too if you prefer."

"I have already downloaded and filled out all of the forms," offered Symphony. "But I don't know what the next step is."

"Well, the next step is to have you bring the forms in and we will schedule you for an interview."

"When should I come in?" asked Symphony.

"Well, we like to interview our prospects in pairs. We have openings tomorrow morning at ten and eleven thirty. We also have an opening at two this afternoon if you are available."

"Better move now while I've got the nerve," thought Symphony.

"I'll take the meeting today," she said. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Only the forms and a valid picture ID," responded Erika.

As soon as Erika hung up the phone, she called Tracy. Tracy took care of the legal side of the new business but was helping Erika with some market research during the start-up phase. She posed as another slave prospect during the joint interviews.

When Symphony arrived, Tracy was already in the waiting room. Symphony handed her forms to the receptionist and sat down. Tracy tried to act a little nervous and kept picking up magazines and putting them back down without reading them. They smiled at each other but not a word was spoken. They were only together for ten minutes or so before the door opened and Erika invited them into her office.

"Welcome to No Escape to Paradise," said Erika. "Where we make fantasies become reality. Please have a seat and we'll get started."

"I have had a chance to review your profiles," Erika continued. "I know about your backgrounds. What I want to know here is why both of you want to go through this program. And I want to give you an opportunity to ask any questions that you might have. We interview in pairs so that you can benefit from each other's questions and you can see that you are not unique in your desire to experience life as a slave. Now, who would like to begin? Why do you want to be a slave?"

Tracy held back, hoping the other woman would go first. When she didn't, Tracy spoke up. "I suppose we all have fantasies about being an exotic slavegirl. I have had them for years although they have become really strong lately. I have never had an opportunity to live them and try them before. But now I do have a way to experience what I dream about. So here I am."

"Thank you, Tracy," said Erika. "And you, Symphony?"

Symphony hesitated. "I don't have any idea why I'm here. Pregnancy and motherhood have me totally whacked out. I need to get away and I want it to be as different from my real life as possible. I need to feel excitement again. I guess I'm trying to escape to No Escape."

Erika smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that. We are in business to help people escape from their overwhelming lives."

Erika made some notes and then looked up at the two women seated before her. "Let me tell you a little bit about the program." She spent the next fifteen minutes describing in detail how they used the personality profiles and the activities preference lists to match owners and slaves. Then she described the collection process and the ongoing monitoring that would occur during the length of slavery.

"Do you have any questions so far?"

"Yes, I have one," said Symphony. "How confidential is this experience? I mean I would hate for knowledge that I was a slave to get around."

"The contract that you will sign, as well as the contract that the owners sign, prohibit any photos or videos to be taken," Erika explained. "We don't share any of the slave's contact information with the owner. And we recommend that you use a fake name for the experience."

"That's good to hear," nodded Symphony. "I would hate for it to get out to anyone, especially my husband."

"Well, we do recommend that husbands are told of the adventure," Erika said. "Otherwise, they could get worried and notify the police. If you are not going to tell him, you will need to come up with a story that explains why you will be gone for a week and can't be reached."

"Oh, I'm not sure I could tell him," said Symphony. "I'll have to come up with a story." Symphony had another question and Tracy asked two just to make it seem believable that she was a prospect.

"Any other questions?" asked Erika after she finished with her last response. When neither woman said anything, she continued. "Let's keep going, then. Please remove your clothing. There are hangers you can use on the back of the door."

Symphony gasped. "Take off my clothes?"

"Yes, please," replied Erika. "It's all part of the entry process."

"I'm not sure that I can do that," said Symphony.

"Then perhaps this program is not for you," said Erika. "It is likely that you will be kept naked for most of the time that you are a slave. It is expected that you will be used sexually often. If you can't take off your clothes when it's just us three women, how can you expect to be comfortable being a slavegirl?"

"Well, I didn't expect slavery to be comfortable. I just expected it to be exciting."

"It should be exciting," said Erika as she leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk. "Should we proceed or do you want to end your application?"

Symphony sighed. "Let's proceed. I'll do it."

By this time, Tracy was down to her bra and panties. The worst part about helping Erika with the market research was all of the dressing and undressing she had to do. They had already conducted five interviews so far today. And tomorrow was supposed to be even worse.

Symphony sighed again and then stood up. She unbuttoned her blouse and put it on a hanger. Then she kept going with the rest of her clothing. Erika provided a bowl to each of the women for their jewelry. Soon, both women were naked.

Erika smiled as she saw Tracy's nudity. She had grown to love that body over the past six months. It was perfect. Symphony's body was every bit as perfect, though. She showed no signs of having recently given birth to a child.

Erika realized that the two women were almost identical. But for their hair, Tracy and Symphony were perfect matches. Tracy had jet black hair and Symphony's was blonde. But legs, hips, waists and breasts were the same. They were even the same height.

"Tracy, please stand on the mark in the middle of the floor." Tracy did as she was instructed and Erika got up from her desk. "Now we need to get some photos of you."

"Wait!" said Symphony, in a panic. "I thought you said there were no pictures."

"No pictures by the owner," corrected Erika. "But we need to have pictures of you to make the match." Erika took a head shot of Tracy followed by full body shots of her front, back and both profiles. Then she had Symphony stand on the mark and repeated her actions.

"Now I need to inspect you," she told Symphony. "This will involve some touching. May I proceed?"

"Yes," squeaked a very nervous Symphony. Erika stepped closer and lifted Symphony's hair off of her shoulders and looked for any identifying marks. There were none from the shoulders up. Erika let the hair fall again and then walked slowly around the girl.

Erika reached up and lifted Symphony's breasts in her hands, causing the blonde to suck in her breath. "These are quite beautiful," Erika said. "In fact, all of you is gorgeous. You will be a very popular slave."

"Thank you," replied Symphony. She was blushing and had cast her eyes down instinctively.

"You said that you recently had a baby," said Erika as she held the firm breasts and squeezed them softly. "Are you still lactating?"

"Yes," whispered Symphony as her blush deepened.

"Show me," instructed Erika.

Symphony raised her hands and Erika removed hers. Symphony held her left breast with one trembling hand while she used the shaky fingers of her other hand to manipulate the beautiful orb to try to express some milk. She was so nervous, though, that she couldn't get the right motions and no milk appeared.

"Never mind," said Erika after several minutes of fumbling. "I'll do it." She reached out again and lifted the breasts in her hands and then leaned down, sucking the left nipple into her mouth.

"Oh god!" muttered Symphony as she saw her nipple disappearing between the other woman's lips. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had never done anything like this. She was so embarrassed. But she was also so aroused at the same time. She felt her pussy pulsing with each suck.

"Mmm, delicious," declared Erika after she succeeded in tasting the mother's milk. "We have quite a few owners who specifically request lactating slaves. We should have no difficulty placing you."

Erika continued her inspection and then performed an inspection of Tracy. When she was finished, she had both women sit again, although they were still naked this time. She answered a few more questions and then described the collection process again, which would deliver a new slave to her owner. Collection was to be the next step and would be the point of no escape.

"When would you like to begin?" asked Erika.

"Immediately, I guess," answered Symphony.

"In about a week," replied Tracy.

"Very well," said Erika. "Let me see if we have a match for you and I will give you each a call tonight. You may both get dressed now."

They got dressed. But before they left, Erika gave them each a long passionate kiss which left Symphony breathless. "You are both stunningly beautiful." Then the two women left together.

"Wow!" exclaimed Tracy once they were in the hallway. "What did you think about that?" Tracy's job was to gather post-interview feedback that could help them see how the interviews were going.

"Wow is right!" replied a breathy Symphony. She was still tingling. "It was so embarrassing. But it was so sexy and exciting. That alone was worth the enrollment fee!"