Madam: a family run business

By Annie Anston

I am a Madam. My brothers and I run a lucrative human-trafficking business in the Caribbean. I am bringing in my kids to introduce them to the family enterprise. This is a tale of abductions, murder, pirates, sociopaths, general wickedness, and of course sex. Romance can blossom in the most unusual places, at the most unusual times. Family secrets can be revealed the same way. This is my story. It is intended for the mature reader.

Excerpt: Now we go see about getting your tattoo and implant. We imprint a barcode on the back of your neck with a 13-digit number. It's a lifelong slave registration number, an SLRN, similar to a VIN number on a car. When someone scans it, it identifies us as your owners, refers to a website for information on returning you for a reward. We also implant a chip that sets off an alarm when you go through a security gate at the airport, department store, or cross the invisible fence on our property perimeter. Being on the back of your neck makes it easier for our friends at the transportation hubs to see it. They get five grand for your return, people outside the country get twenty-five. - - -

My brother John is trolling off the American Gulf Coast, not for fish, but for boats in trouble. He and I are not a lot alike. I'm a calculating businesswoman, he is an unkempt varmint with a swagger, a drunk who fancies himself a pirate, his crew the same. - - -

"You intentionally rammed us you sonofabitch " screamed the husband. "We don't owe you anything."

John pushed him back into the gulf. It was a fifteen-foot drop. Everyone looked over the edge to see if he was okay.

"Help, help " he cried out, floundering in the water. A shark fin could be seen skimming ominously along the water's surface.

You risked your life for this, subjected yourself to abduction and rape. You certainly are a determined and passionate thing. I like that.

"Willow, I'm so glad you're finally awake You're going to love your new life. I have a daughter not much older than you. She and I met only recently so I want to do something special for her birthday. You're her type and are going to be her present. Isn't that exciting? Your new purpose in life will be to please her." - - -

"You probably don't even know where you are. This is a family-owned bordello in the ABC Islands, 150 working girls, 50 support staff, This is my newly united family: mom, half-brother, and there's a half-sister lurking around here somewhere.

You look as pure as the driven snow. Are you?"

Willow's gaze burned with a hostile intensity as she nodded in affirmation.


Considering both of June's daughters are destined to be enslaved by my family for their lifetimes, should I feel bad for her? No way. Instead, I find the whole scenario arousing, titillating, tantalizing. Why do I do it? Because I can. Should I cease my wicked ways? Asking me to do that would be akin to asking the fat kid to take only salad from the buffet line. Like the tarantula said to the frog as it stung it causing both to drown, it's what I do. I love my work - - -

Mom, we love and miss you If you want to visit us, ask no questions. Don't contact the police. Take $100,000 alone to an open but remote location late Wednesday at midnight. Use the enclosed tracking chip so you can be easily located. Hope to see you soon. Love Chrissy and Willow. XOXO

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Adjacent to this area is what we affectionately refer to as the playroom. Actually, it's more of a torment room. There are whips and chains.

Do you agree that our family owns yours, that your purpose in life is to please us?"

"Uh-huh."

"I need to hear it in your own words and with conviction."
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Oligarchs are rich. I do research. An oligarch's net worth is between 10 and 30 billion dollars. I need to renegotiate.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1521052719
• ISBN13: 9781521052716
• Release Date: April 2017
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 38 Pages
• Weight: 0.12 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.1" x 5.3" x 8.0"