The Road to a Maledom Hell: Interview with a slave-girl

"There is no Safe-word in hell." Reader discretion advised, 18+ only, adult and graphic material. Depiction of extreme violence and abuse, includes vulgar language. Should be read as a cautionary tale of abduction, heavy physical torture and extreme psychological abuse. And where unchecked sadism can lead...
This is a second e-book from my experiences in the 90's with so called "Maledom Clubs" in Russia. This one consist of a detailed interview that I conducted secretly, using a tape recorder. And some additional details about this particular club and how the membership worked.
Themes: financial exploitation, abuse, psychological, slavery, female money slave, women, slaves, electro-torture, Russian mafia, thugs, gangsters, snuff movie, torture techniques, prostitution & sex trade, Masochism, domination, sold, slave, safeword, snuff film, slavegirls, mental abuse
This version also includes a bonus graphic, cover picture on a separate page and an "word-cloud". Edited & formatted for your reading pleasure
Quotes from the e-book (edited here in the info-box):
So there is like a presentation book, just a binder really, with all the basic info like age, ethnic background (hey had some Asians, girls from central Asia, European women, dark haired, blonds..) They had older ladies too, and I think the oldest ever there was like 65, they will take anything, really.
Nothing under 18 though. That was good, because I must admit that I was quite afraid. But Alex would never deal with that s@#t, at least that's what he told me.anyway, they were all skinny. Not necessary when they got there, but after a few weeks, there were all skinny.
"Food costs money, slaves don't deserve it", is how Alex would put it.
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"Well yeah, she ain't no Miss Moscow, but hey, she may have a good heart", I said.
Alex laughed and told me to have fun. Also gave me some pointers. Apparently the slave-girls are NOT allowed: to look you in the eyes, have their legs apart, say anything unless they are asked. They HAVE to thank you for Everything - for all the abuse, beating, spitting, r___g.everything I do to her she has to follow with a nice Thank You Sir and she needs to sound like she means it.
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"Hmm, now is your story getting interesting. Tell more; who abducted you? And how did they do it?"
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"The light was off, but it was not quiet. It never really is quiet here, you know Sir? There is always somebody crying, veiling, and moaning...it was the same that first night. I remember that there was this weird sound, like a machine going rhythmically oomph oomph, And into that rhythm some woman was groaning and she was gasping along the tact...
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"How do you know it was morning? There are no windows or anything.the paperboy came?"
She chuckled (I'm always happy to make a slave-bitch giggle & chuckle, I'm good that way ;-) and continued with a smile that no, "that big guy, the Trainer, came in to the basement and yelled "get up you ____" .They wake us up that way, Sir."
"I see, a regular morning routine. But how did it go on your first morning here?"
"Yes Sir. He came into my cell, freed my breasts from the rings in the wall and told me I have 10 minutes and unlocked the toilet we have in each cell. I heard him repeating it in every other cell.they own lots of slaves. I also noticed that that machine that was making that rhythmical noise stopped and something fell, hard, to the ground. "
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"Hands behind your back, slave!!" "Sorry Sir", she mumbles while assuming the
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They had to stitch it?! "
"Yes Sir", she replies matter-of-factly.
"What did you do that.........?"
"I forgot the rule about always leaving my legs wide open", she says and opens her legs wider, just to be safe, I guess. "I will remember it now, Sir, although it happened while I was sleeping. The Trainer woke me up, crouching at my head and smiling at me. At first I did not know what's happening, for a second I thought it was all over and I was sold but then he just whisp