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Alicia's Enslavement
by Sirbootnocka
Chapter 1: The deal
The entire Jones family was at the dinner table today, to partake in this meager meal. The Parents, Carl and Aline, sat at opposite ends of the table. Alicia, the eldest at sixteen, sat at their father's right. Amelia, the quintessential middle child, sat at his left. She was going on fifteen. And Amy the youngest, sat beside Amelia, closer to her mother. Two of the girls had the same hair color as their father, ash blonde, except Alicia, who had her mother's Irish red hair, naturally curled and hanging to her shoulders.
They were having pasta and onions, with hardly any meat, and some day old bread that Dad had scored in a bread line, when there was a knock at the door.
Amy, the youngest of three daughters, at thirteen and 4'9" with her dad's ash blonde hair, got up to answer the door. What met her was two tall, very well dressed, black men. "Is this the Jones residence?" One asked. Knowing all along, that this was indeed the household he was looking for. "Yes it is." Amy said. "Then may I speak with your father please?"
"Dad"! Amy yelled into the house. "Some men are here to see you."
Carl Jones, at 5'8"with ash blonde hair, got up from the table and approached the two men.
"Yes, may I help you?" He said.
"No Mr. Jones, you cannot help me" The other black man said, as it was his first time speaking. "I intend to help you though" He continued. "I wish to make you an offer that, while not made everyday, will change your life forever". Carl Jones, forever the skeptic, wanted to know what the catch was, before he even heard what was in it for him. "Impeccably dressed men don't show up at your door during dinner to make you life changing opportunities every day. Especially in this economy". Was the thought that went through his mind. "Let's hear it then". Was what he said, disbelief written across his face.
The man who had just spoken raised his hand to shoulder level, and the other man stepped back a couple of feet. Still close enough to be in the conversation, but far enough back so that it was apparent who was in command and also close enough that if violence ensued, he'd be able to do something about it. This also didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Jones.
"I plan to make you a very rich man Mr. Jones". The man said. "First, my name is Randolph Charlemagne. I am extremely wealthy. I am worth over 5 billion cash and my investments and properties are worth another 12 billion. What I intend to offer you is 2 million dollars, a number of vehicles, two very nice homes, one here and another in the Caribbean, access to my money market management team, and my property investment team". He continued. "You or your family will never be poor again, Mr. Jones. I've given this alot of thought and I am loathe to make you this offer, unless I can be reasonably sure that I have done all I can to make this an equitable trade, for all concerned".
"Well what is it that I have that you want ?" Said Carl.
"Your daughter, Alicia". Said Mr Charlemagne.
"You want to marry my Alicia?" Said an incredulous Carl.
"No, nothing so archaic as that, Mr Jones, I am not looking to get married".
"Then what, may I ask, do you want her for?"
"I want her to be my, how shall I say this, servant, so to speak."
"What do you mean, servant?"
"I want your daughter to be my sex slave."
Carl's face transformed into a feral scowl and he made a move to wrap his hands around the throat of this crazy S.O.B. and strangle the life out of him. He didn't count on the much younger and faster black man standing behind and slightly to the side of his boss. Before he knew what had happened, he was laying on his back, trying to regain his breath, with slight wheezing noises.
The whole family had gathered and heard the exchange, and there were gasps all around. They were afraid for their husband and father. Amy almost screamed, the sound caught in her throat.
The older man stepped forward and looked down at Carl Jones, and said, "I wouldn't try that again, if I were you, Mr. Jones."
After straightening back up, and looking at each female, in turn, the man then reached inside his suit pockets and pulled out stacks of hundred dollar bills. He then motioned to his lackey, who did the same. After handing the money to his boss, the younger man retreated a few steps, to once again a comfortable distance.
Mr. Charlemagne then spoke again, "I am feeling generous today Mr. Jones, as this whole thing has come as quite a shock to you and your family, I am willing to make a substantial down payment, to give you a chance to digest what I am offering, and to talk this over with your family." He bent down, and with his assistant hovering close by, laid the stack of bills on the chest of Mr. Jones. As he stood up, he said, "This is one hundred thousand dollars, consider it a gift, from me to you, to let you know how serious a man I am about this."
"Spend some money. Take your family out and treat them to some of the good things in life, all on me." Then, "I'll be back in one month, Mr. Jones, at that time I am hoping we can do business like gentlemen."
Mr. Charlemagne then straightened his suit, and looked right into the eyes of Alicia. Their gazes held for a moment, and Alicia could swear she felt something inside her lurch. It wasn't the fear of violence, like when that awful man hit her dad. It was something more primal. Her pulse quickened and her breathing deepened. Her head started swimming and she thought she was going to faint. She was caught in that gaze, like a fly in a spider's web, and couldn't break free. That gaze held so much promise. She was lost and she knew it. She was as good as his. He only had to come back and claim her,
in one month's time.
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