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The Slave Gallery Single Volume (Simon Grail)


The Slave Gallery Single Volume by Simon Grail

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Danny Robinson comes to the Perridor Gallery with a photographic portfolio on his laptop which contains a fascinating but sinister kinetic image which gives him total power over women. Once exposed to it they will happily obey his slightest wish, however intimate, humiliating or painful. Soon attractive gallery owner Minerva Duncan and her assistant Tami James become totally subservient to his will and as his sex slaves begin to help him realize his perverted plan: to stage the ultimate obscene portfolio show.

Danny extends his mastery over local health club manager Sandra Hall, who he instils with an unnatural love for chains, and pretty naive aspiring model Deborah Cook, who must run a race of tears and suffering for Danny’s art.

Next he gets a pair of them to re-enact the story of Little Red Riding hood with a carnal man-wolf, subjects another woman to a conditioning programme that renders her perfectly obedient and submissive, and finally stages an electro-boxing contest with naked contestants who have captive women mounted on display in their corners who are intimately connected to them and share their suffering in the ring. Attractive teacher Millicent Howells is the next to fall under Danny’s influence and through her he extends his power to her exclusive summer school for girls who need extra tutoring to re-take their A-levels. Soon he is the new Master of Discipline and he introduces a scandalous school uniform and the practice of chaining girls to their desks until they learn their lessons.

He then stages a naked sports day with obscene events that lead to pain, shame and multiple orgasms. Everything culminates in Danny’s gallery show in which celebrity beauty Trina Delray is subjected to prolonged public degradation in a bizarre sex orgy. But the final outcome is not quite what any of them anticipated...

Editorial: The 3 parts to this book were originally published separately. Ratings and reviews for those parts are now merged into this edition.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 8 / 2014

No. words: 47400

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Sado-Masochism (SM)

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Minerva Duncan flicked through the portfolio of photographic images of moody skies, rain on the river and gnarled trees in the local woods displayed on the laptop screen with increasing despair. The creator of the images sat on the other side of her office desk watching her intently. Danny Robinson was an unprepossessing, tall slender young man with pale skin, rather watery eyes and lank brown hair who seemed filled both with nervous anticipation and a touch of arrogance. A camera hung ostentatiously around his neck.
Why on earth had Tami sent him up from the front desk and said she should look at his portfolio, Minerva wondered? Well she had spared him the ten minutes she had reluctantly promised and now she had to tell him the cold hard truth.
‘I can see you’ve got some technical ability, Danny, and there are some interesting processing techniques you’re using, but this isn’t yet mature work,’ she said, letting him down as gently as she could. ‘You’re nineteen, right? Well a couple of years in Art College would help train your eye. The problem is you don’t communicate any true involvement or passion in your subjects. I simply couldn’t exhibit any of this work in my gallery.’
She feared he might argue or get sulky, but instead he seemed to treat her words as a big joke: ‘But you haven’t got to the end yet, Ms Duncan,’ he said with a broad grin. ‘I saved the best for last. I think that’ll communicate with you…’
Grimly Minerva flicked through the last images in the portfolio, beyond the landscape studies, into sets of synthesised graphic images, bursting with abstract blocks of line and colour. But they still didn’t have any inner life. He’d just thrown things together. Couldn’t the boy accept the fact that he had no artistic talent…?
And then she came to something labelled “Kinetic Image #3”
It was a panoramic complex black-and-white double swirl of distorted rectangular blocks in the classic Op Art style. It didn’t seem radically different from anything else in that style she had seen over the years, and yet for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off it. The thing danced and shimmered in front of her as she stared at it unblinking. Suddenly it seemed as if nothing else in the world mattered. She would simply sit and stare and let the wonderful pattern fill her being, satisfying her every desire…
Distantly she heard Danny speaking. It was the only voice in the emptiness of her thoughts and his words entered her mind unchallenged.
‘I see you’ve found KI hash 3, Ms Duncan. I only made it up a couple of weeks ago to bulk out the portfolio. Actually it’s some old Op Art images I found in a library book which I sampled and superimposed. It gave me a headache but then this fat college girl who lives across the hall from me and who’s always trying to make friends saw it by chance and she couldn’t look away. I thought it’d given her some kind of epileptic seizure or something at first, but then I found that it had got right inside her head and made her totally suggestible. She’d do or think anything I told her. Well, you can guess I had some fun with her for a few days finding out how it worked. Didn’t work on my landlord when he came for the rent, though,’ he added regretfully. ‘For some reason it doesn’t work on men at all, but it brainwashes every woman I tried it on. And then they’d forget all about it afterwards when I them to. I found I could do anything I liked to them… like I’m going to with you. So don’t move and don’t speak, that’s an order! Keep looking at the screen. It takes a minute or two for it to reach full strength…’
Minerva was aware of him getting up and moving round behind her desk to stand over her, but she could not drag her eyes away from the screen to look at him. He stroked the tight light brunette bun of her hair pinned up on the back of the head. In a detached part of her cold terror clenched her heart. She tried to pull away but his command held her immobile. She tried to scream but her lips might as well have been glued together. ‘I’ve always thought older, cool sophisticated women like you are hot,’ Danny admitted, stroking her cheek. ‘Of course they don’t usually like if you stare at them too long or try to talk them into posing for pictures, but you can’t complain now because you can’t speak or move, can you?’
She expelled a feeble whine from the back of her throat. That was the totality of her resistance. It was as if she had fallen into a nightmare of helpless paralysis. While image KI#3 filled her mind she could do absolutely nothing to stop him examining her at his leisure.
Minerva had pale skin and a slender build. Her chin was small but firm, complimenting her high cheekbones. Dark arched brows rose over deep dark intelligent eyes, red shapely lips and a neat nose. She was dressed in a black short sleeved blouse with a detachable floral print scarf over a matching calf length skirt with black wedge sandals.
Danny checked his watch. ‘That should be long enough,’ he said, turning the screen away from her. ‘From now on you’ll do anything I tell you to. Only me and nobody else. What you like or want doesn’t count anymore if I tell you different. For instance, I want to see what your tits look like. Undo your blouse and get them out so I can have a look…’
Like an obedient puppet Miranda undid the front of her blouse and pulled it wide apart, bearing her shoulders and exposing her white bra. A vestige of shame found its way to her cheeks and burned forlornly, but still she slid the straps down over her shoulders and scooped her breasts out of their cups, as if offering them to Danny. They were shapely pink flesh-mounds, capped by small but prominent brown nipples.
‘Oh, these are good,’ Danny said approvingly, stroking her breasts and tweaking her nipples. ‘I’m going to have so much fun with them. Yeah, they’ll fit in with what I’ve got planned very well…’ He stood back and took a picture of Minerva sitting there holding her breasts up provocatively. ‘The first one for the new portfolio,’ he said.
Silently within that detached part of her mind Minerva was raging in fear and revulsion at his touch while she tried to cover herself, to scream at him, to do anything… something! But the image seemed to have robbed her of her self determination and Danny’s words of power and will had taken the place of her own volition.
‘Now get down on your knees,’ he told her.
She obeyed without hesitation.
Standing before her he opened up his flies and freed a straining young hard penis. ‘Now you’re going to suck me off, Ms Duncan,’ he told her. ‘And you’re going to do it because this is the most incredible cock you’ve ever seen and you have to taste it…’
And she realized it was the most incredible cock she’d ever seen and she had to taste it. Eagerly she took it into her mouth and began to suck on it. Her bared nipples throbbed in delight while deep inside her bottled-up will raged impotently.
As she dipped and bobbed her head he stroked her hair and continued speaking, as if enjoying her helpless attention both to his words and body.
‘My dad wanted me to be a plumber like him, but I said I wanted to be an artist. He said I couldn’t paint and I said I can use a camera and he said that wasn’t proper art. So I moved out to a bedsit in Millsend while I put a portfolio together, photographing weddings and presentations and helping with a few advertising shoots and all that kind of crap work to pay the rent…uhhh… look up at me and smile, Ms Duncan…’
She looked up into his camera as he snapped a carnal selfie with her mouth full of his cock.
‘But once I made KI hash 3 I realized I could do so much better,’ he continued as she resumed her pleasuring of him. ‘So I started looking for a place like this run by women I could use it on. Earlier when I showed it to Tami I got her to tell me more about the layout. She said there’s an old flat upstairs which is hardly used now, and an old storeroom next to it that might make a studio. Yeah, I think the Perridor Gallery is going to be just right for what I’ve got planned. And you’ve already got a steady trade. All down to your hard work, she said…’
She had founded the gallery five years ago. It was housed in a converted three-floor nineteen twenties redbrick double-fronted shop opening onto Waterside Lane just off Thames Morton’s high street. The ground floor and most of the first floor was exhibition space. The back of the first floor was Minerva’s office. The top floor was junk storage and an old flat which she had lived in during her first year here but which was rarely used now. There was a small walled yard at the back with a car stand and a workroom and storage extension. Double gates give access to a corner of the Charter Street public car park. The gallery not large but despite fluctuations in the market she had built it up into a successful business. Two years ago Tami James had joined her. She was enthusiastic, attractive and good with customers. They got on well together…
With a grunt of satisfaction Danny came in her mouth and she swallowed his hot, sweet, disgusting sperm down.
When he was drained he said: ‘Undo you hair and dry me off with it.’
Minerva unpinned her tight bun of hair and shook it out lose and used a handful to carefully dry his wonderful and revolting soiled cock-shaft clean. She knew now that she would do anything he told her… and hate herself even as she did so.


Reviews

A good read and what is expected from this author. A moderate story of subjugation with no twists. I like his work but prefer stronger endings. A little unexpected would be a nice change. 4 out of 5 (Stark47)

Author Information

Simon Grail is an artist and author of many strong BDSM content A1 books, including the best sellers "Sex Slave Holiday","Hell School for Teachers" and "The Young Women of St Evals" and "The Bagatelle Club". Past works include:"The Purgatory Club" trilogy, the "Bondmaid" Saga sextet, the "Lesbian MILF Blackmail Gang", "Sisterhood of Submission", the "Dragon School" and "Castle of Slaves" novels, and several short stories including the ongoing "Breaking in..." and "Nightmare in..." series.

 

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