Published:
November 29, 2022
Kim Kaviar - Start in ein neues Leben
Kim Kaviar ist ein inspiriertes Buch durch eine gute Freundin, die ihre Erfüllung tatsächlich im Bereich BDSM fand und diese auch ganz offen mit ihrer jetzigen Frau auslebt. Damals waren die beiden noch verlobt. Natürlich begann ihr gemeinsamer Weg ganz anders als im Buch dargestellt, nicht mit einer Entführung aus dem kalten Hamburg, sondern in einer speziellen Bar auf unserer Insel. Vom Altersunterschied her passt es allerdings ganz gut und nach vielen Gesprächen, die wir geführt haben, kam ich auf die Idee für dieses Werk.
Um es kurz zu machen, die nackte Frau auf dem Cover, bin tatsächlich ich selbst. Mir fehlte wirklich ein brauchbares Bild für ein Cover und ich habe mich dann entschieden eines meiner eigenen zu verwenden. Ich habe einige Tattoos auf meiner Haut am Computer entfernen lassen und meinen Kopf durch ein Augenpaar verdeckt. Das Cover habe ich dann auch gleich für den zweiten Teil noch einmal verwendet.
Chapter 1
It was an uncomfortable November morning in western Hamburg when the young florist arrived at her workplace in the flower shop. She had been rushing all morning. Once again, the 19-year-old had overslept and the bus that was supposed to take her to work didn't move fast enough through the city's streets. The previous days had brought heavy rain, and the first frost of the season made the roads very slippery. Car drivers had to get used to the changed conditions again. She hoped not to run into her boss again. Kimberly was known for always arriving late and had often gotten into trouble with the owner of the flower shop because of that.
A glance at the clock told her she was only four minutes late. Her boss was standing in front of the store, working through the orders. That gave her a few more minutes to slip out the back door and put on her apron. She had just taken her shears into her hand when her boss distributed the work orders for the day but stopped in front of her, "Good morning Kimberly, I need you at the front today. Renate is sick and you'll take over the order intake and handle the small bouquets."
She nodded to him, put her shears into the side pocket of her apron, and disappeared into the sales room. Actually, this week she was responsible for various tasks in the back area. Every week she alternated between the two workstations with Renate. She didn't really like being at the front. Kimberly felt uncomfortable when she had to deal so much with customers. She was very shy and hid the curves of her flawless figure under loose-fitting clothes. In addition, her skin tone had always caused problems throughout her life. Kimberly was the daughter of a dark-skinned American stationed in Hamburg and a white mother, which gave her a coffee-brown complexion. However, both had been living apart for years. When Kimberly was just five years old and lay in bed at home with the neighbor's daughter as a babysitter, they died in a car accident. Her car had got stuck in a traffic jam, and the following truck driver was so distracted that he pushed the family car under another vehicle's trailer. During school, she had always had problems because of her skin color and due to her shy nature, found few friends.
Already at the age of twelve, she wanted to leave Germany, but due to poor earning opportunities as a florist, she now lacked the money to move to another part of the world. The only bright spot on this Monday was customer Ewert, who came to the flower shop twice a week and took fresh flowers for her office rooms. Usually, there was time for a longer chat. Ewert enjoyed talking to the young woman, and the topic of moving had often come up in their conversations. Shortly after ten o'clock, the very same customer stood at the counter and greeted her with a "Hello Kimberly, how are you my dear? Everything okay?"
"Hi Anissa," she smiled at the customer with her dazzling white teeth. "So far, pretty good. What would you like for the start of the week?"
"Can you make me four November flowers and two winter bouquets?" asked the customer.
Of course, Kimberly could prepare the flowers for her. While assembling the requested bouquets, the two women chatted. There was almost nothing going on in the shop that Monday, giving them enough time for a cheerful conversation. Kimberly didn't like the cold season. She preferred it to be warm and the sun to make nature bloom. Due to the bad weather, they ended up talking about moving again. Suddenly Ewert whispered, "You'd probably sign a contract with the devil for the move."
Kimberly smiled, "If he were a customer here and offered me a chance, I wouldn't even think about it. I would sign anything if I could lie in the sun a few hours later. Even my firstborn or eternal coal digging for his sauna."
"I think I could help you a bit," Anissa Ewert quietly admitted. "Can you come by my office after work?"
The question didn't even arise for Kimberly. She was immediately ready to appear at Anissa Ewert's office right after finishing work. Her great dream might come true, and there was nothing more to think about. When opportunities came, they had to be seized without overthinking. For seven years she thought at least three times a week about what she could do just to finally disappear from Germany. For herself, Kimberly had already decided that she would sell all her possessions if it was enough for a new start in another country. It didn't matter to her which job she had to do to finance it. She had often considered selling her body quickly to get money. The first attempt had failed because the ladies of the horizontal trade didn't tolerate competition and chased her away faster than she came.
Kimberly felt time dragged on forever until noon. She had the feeling someone had stuck the second hand of the clock, because it hardly moved at all. The last few minutes until closing at 5 p.m. felt like hours for the young woman. When it was finally time, Kimberly took off her apron, threw it on her hook as she passed by and left the flower shop through the back door. It was only a few minutes' walk to the office building of Anewe GmbH. The modern glass building was the headquarters of the company that made money through import and export of goods. Anissa Ewert was more than just a high-ranking employee, which Kimberly suspected. She was the boss after taking over the company from her father.
The young florist stormed through the entrance door and asked at the reception for Anissa Ewert. It took only a short call and she was taken to her favorite customer's office by an employee. Anissa looked up briefly and said, "Sit down Kimberly. I need another minute."
The florist sat on the soft chair in front of the company boss's desk and waited until she moved the documents aside and gave Kimberly a friendly smile. She reported about a customer on a Caribbean island with whom she had contact, who urgently needed some more employees. When Kimberly asked in which area she would be employed, the company boss evaded for a while before admitting it was an employment at a hotel for customer service. However, she was bound to the job for at least five years due to the travel costs. Kimberly began to laugh. There was nothing left to think about. Customer service wouldn't be difficult for her. It was a simple job at a desk with some phone calls and a bit of organization. The only requirement was English, which she had learned as a child along with German.
Anissa picked up the phone and called the customer, who introduced herself on the phone as Ni nette Poulain. On the island it was still five hours earlier in the day, so there was no problem calling her directly. Poulain asked for some photos of the young woman, a résumé and a copy of her ID. She would live in a small single room with the other employees of the hotel until she found an apartment. The price of the room would be deducted from her salary. Kimberly didn't need to think anymore and Anissa offered to make a copy of her ID and take the photos immediately. By the end of the year, she could start her new job.
The company boss wanted only two pictures taken, but Kimberly wanted much more than just a simple headshot and a full-body shot so that the figure could be recognized. She always hid under loose clothes, and she wanted to take this opportunity. Voluntarily, she took off everything except her underwear, and Anissa should immediately take a whole series of photos so that she was sure to get the job. For the move to the eternal sun of the Caribbean, she didn't want to leave anything untried. Such an opportunity only comes once in a lifetime.
Only one day later, Kimberly submitted her résumé and received an immediate confirmation. The company would start the relocation for the young florist in three weeks. She was given a flight, transportation of her things, and picked up directly at the airport. The residence permit she needed had already been applied for and approved. Poulain immediately got to work and Kimberly only had to worry about her belongings and clothes she needed for the start in the Caribbean. Three weeks later, Kimberly stood with packed suitcases at the Hamburg airport and boarded an Airbus that first took her to Amsterdam. From there, there was a direct flight to Sint Maarten and a breathtaking landing on a very special airport. The runway of Princess Juliana International Airport lay directly behind a beach, only separated by a simple fence. Kimberly enjoyed her first flight in her life, which was equivalent to a new beginning in the eternal warm sun of the Caribbean.
After the breath-taking approach and entry control, she was already met at the exit by a big man holding a sign with her name. He recognized her as soon as she came out of the exit. Obviously, Poulain had shown him one of her photos. It seemed not to be a gentleman because Kimberly had to carry her luggage herself through the Caribbean sun to the parking lot and shove it into the large black SUV that would take her to the hotel complex. Fortunately, she was allowed to leave it in the car and was led to Ni nette Poulain, who worked in a pleasant temperature-controlled office directly behind the entrance hall of the hotel. However, her new boss was completely different from what Kimberly had expected.
She was clearly overweight, had her hair combed back severely, and did not seem friendly at all to Kimberly, unlike how she sounded on the phone. She refrained from any greeting words. When Kimberly wanted to sit on the visitor's chair in front of her desk, the first sentence came out of her mouth, "Who allowed you to sit down? Put your ass against the wall," she ordered and pointed to the light gray-painted wall to her left. The young florist felt like she was in a prison but not with the manager of a hotel. However, considering that she wouldn't have much to do with the boss, she stepped closer to the wall.
When Poulain came out from behind her desk, it got even worse for Kimberly. The fat boss with the strict hairstyle pressed the young woman against the wall and grabbed her loose T-shirt directly at her neck. With a flowing movement, she tore off her top and simply threw the piece of fabric behind her on the floor. Roughly grasping the breast of the young woman with three fingers, she pulled it around. Kimberly let out a scream, which earned her a burning slap. Before she could really realize what was happening, the hotel boss opened the button of her jeans and pushed them down along with her underwear. The next grab on her hips forced her to turn around. As soon as she stood facing the wall, the loud slapping of a blow rang through the office on her buttocks before she felt the rough hand at her pubic area. In the next second, two fingers immediately entered her, which after a short pressure disappeared and penetrated the anal muscle. Kimberly was shocked and wanted to start screaming when she was thrown like a puppet to the ground and lay there.
Kimberly's flight reflex was abruptly interrupted by a hard kick in her side, taking her breath away. The next thing she noticed was being roughly pulled up by her long dark brown hair. In front of her stood the man who had brought her to the boss and received the order from Poulain, "Take the slut to the others and make her ready. You have three days."
The man dragged her like a sack of potatoes out of the boss's office, across the hall into a poorly assembled hut with a corrugated iron roof. It really looked like a prison there. She was pulled through a steel door that slammed shut behind her with a loud bang. Finally, she ended up in a prison cell without a bed or mattress, which was just big enough for her to lie inside with her knees drawn up. Behind her, a barred door closed and the man grinned at her, "Welcome to your comfortable hotel room. Take off your clothes and don't make any trouble, then we'll get along well. I'm Darryl, but for you, I'm personally God."
There wasn't much left of her clothing. Only the jeans, the tight underwear, socks, and a few white sneakers remained. However, she would do everything to part with them. Half-lying, she pulled the trousers back up, fastened the button and spat on the so-called God's legs. He reacted differently than she expected. A small smile appeared on his face and he chuckled, "So you want to test your pride. It will be a pleasure to beat the arrogance out of you and prepare you." Without another word, he disappeared from her field of view for a few seconds before returning with a large hose, pulling a lever, and directing the hard water jet onto her breasts. Kimberly tried to deflect the stream with her hands and arms, but this was doomed to failure. The water hit her all over her body so hard that she was washed against the wall and couldn't get away from it anymore. It took only a few minutes until her strength faded and she simply lay in the corner of her cell.
The water was turned off and Darryl opened her cage. Like an injured animal, he pulled her by her hair out, hit her several times very hard on the head, and took off the last piece of clothing, which he carelessly threw behind him. Kimberly was no longer capable of any defensive reaction as Darryl lifted her hips and pressed her forward against the wall. Then he rained down the hardest blows on her backside that she had ever endured. She screamed her heart out, and tears flowed from her eyes, following gravity downward and dripping onto the wet earth. The young florist was already completely exhausted when she felt Darryl's hard penis at her anal opening. Without any consideration, he rammed his lust stick all the way into her rectum. Instantly, unbearable waves of pain spread through her body, which did not stop him from thrusting like a bull into her pelvis. Kimberly was stuck to the wall and when she opened her eyes, she could see his testicles slapping against her cleft. Her legs started trembling from the uncomfortable position. Darryl filled her rectum with his semen, threw her around, grabbed her head by the hair, and forced her with a painful grip on her jaw to open her mouth. His penis was disgustingly brown smeared and smelled terribly, yet he rammed it into her throat and forced her to lick up her own excrement. After being more or less satisfied, she received some hard slaps before he roughly threw her back into her accommodation. The lock clicked behind her and Darryl left her alone.
Kimberly lay in her wet filth with terrible pains. Darryl was the first man in her ass who had never been touched by anyone before without causing her uncontrollable anger. Against this man, she had no chance at all. He just fell on her and used her like an old rag. The disgusting taste of her own feces remained in her mouth like a bad habit. It only took a few minutes for the chicken dish from the flight to make its way back and leave her body through the opening as it came.
Chapter 2
Kimberly had lost all sense of time and didn't know how long she lay motionless in her cell until suddenly a young woman appeared next to her prison and placed a bowl of warm brown rice before her. She whispered, "Eat, you'll need it." Before she could ask the woman what all this meant, she was already gone again. She received nothing else and didn't feel hungry after the disgusting experience beforehand. The smell of the meal alone made her gag, but her stomach was already empty. Where had she landed here, and what was all this about? Surely, it was a hotel, which she had seen on the way here. The beach was only about a hundred meters away; there was a main building with a reception and staff. She hadn't seen any guests, but she had only spent a few seconds in the hall. At this time, they were certainly lying by the pool or on the sand.
Suddenly Darryl appeared again and dragged her like a dog from her cell. Again, he simply pulled naked Kimberly behind him and dragged her into a white tiled room where there was only a desk and a chair. A middle-aged woman sat on the chair, wearing a stethoscope around her neck and looking at some papers. Directly in front of the woman's desk, Darryl threw her to the ground and forced her to kneel. The woman asked, "Is this the new one from Germany? Her skin color doesn't look like that of a white person."
"That old guy was a black American, that's why the fucking brown skin," he said shortly.
"Okay Darryl, I'll call you when you can pick her up again," she nodded and looked briefly down at Kimberly before standing up, glancing once more at her documents, and leaving the paper on the desk. As she walked around the desk, Darryl had already disappeared, and Kimberly wanted to ask her questions. After all, this was a doctor who could surely help her or even had to. She didn't get a chance to catch her breath before she ordered, "Get up, you!'"
Kimberly remained on her knees and cried, "You have to help me. I want to know where I've landed!"
Like a wild fury, the doctor came another meter closer and slapped her in the face with full force. She shouted, "You only open your stinking mouth when you're asked. Get up now, otherwise I'll get unpleasant."
Unpleasant as it already was? Her slap left a lasting imprint on Kimberly's cheek. To avoid giving her any more reason to hit her, she got up and held her arms protectively over her nakedness. It was extremely uncomfortable for her to stand completely naked in front of a stranger. Without warning, she received another blow, and the doctor told her to lower her arms or else someone would ensure she never had the idea to cover anything. Then she put the stethoscope on her ears, held it against her upper body, and listened to her breathing sounds. After that, Kimberly was weighed, her height and all other details were checked. The individual results were noted before the doctor took further measurements. Among other things, her bust was measured precisely. Finally, blood was drawn before the doctor called Darryl. He came in and asked, "And?"
"Useful, but nothing special. Next time you bring a fucking woman here, at least clean her up first. The slut still has shit hanging out of her ass, and she smells from the neck like a dog," she scolded him.
"I only have three days until the bitch is usable," Darryl complained. "She has to do something today before she sees more water."
"Three days until the boss wants her? Remember that she should sleep a bit more by then, but clean the slut up before the army comes over. At least until I have the values, then it doesn't matter anymore."
Darryl nodded briefly before grabbing Kimberly by the neck, pressing on her windpipe, and pushing her out of the room. The young woman tried to resist but couldn't do anything against the strong giant. She feared she would suffocate because she barely had any air left. Before her eyes, dark shadows began to form, and her consciousness started to fade before they reached another tiled room. There were some bathtubs, and only naked women were there. Darryl let go of her and gave the women the order to clean Kimberly up and then take her out. He received a nod in agreement and disappeared through the door. Kimberly lay on the floor when three of the women took care of her and brought her to an embedded bathtub. At least the water was warm, not as cold as from the hose.
Only when she came to again did she recognize the young woman who had brought her rice into her cell. From her, she also received the first friendly words at her new residence, "Relax. We'll take care of it."
Kimberly asked with a muffled voice, "Where have I landed here?"
"You're in the Dark Noir Hotel, the gateway to hell," she said with sad eyes.
"Okay, but I should be working in customer service. That must be a terrible mistake."
"In customer service you've also landed here. You've drawn the same fate as all of us. Your old life is over, and the customers do whatever they want with you. You'll learn that in the next weeks the hard way. You're placed in a special section where only two others were before you. They are brought here for the boss."
Kimberly asked, "This Poulain? What do I have to do with her?"
"Nothing," she got as an answer. "Poulain only runs the hotel; the actual boss has only seen the other two before they disappeared."
Now she was completely confused. She had only dealt with Poulain—how could the boss know her, and even more importantly, what was she doing here? Her three colleagues told her horror stories that she couldn't believe at first. Allegedly, the hotel rooms only had a shower but no toilets, and they themselves had to relieve themselves in a hole in the garden and then wash up. Kimberly didn't dare to ask where the hotel guests did their business. But she found out immediately as an example from life. Through the door came another naked young woman whose entire face was smeared with excrement. Even her teeth were dark brown, only her eyes were free of it. Kimberly felt sick. Immediately, two of the women took care of the new one and began to clean her up. The guest service in the Dark Noir Hotel consisted of everything that was possible. Her colleagues were housemaids, cooks, sex slaves, and toilets all at once, and she faced the same fate. Until she did everything flawlessly as required, she would be disciplined for every tiny mistake with harsh punishments to achieve perfection.
This meant she had to endure it for at least three days. This period was mentioned by Poulain and Darryl in front of her, but Kimberly could already count on one hand that it wouldn't stop after three days. One of her colleagues started urging Kim to take her outside. They couldn't afford too much time before they themselves received a punishment. Kimberly also didn't want to risk that now. Meanwhile, she had been cleaned more thoroughly than ever before. She received two enemas with warm water and had to let the water flow from her rectum into a prepared bucket. Her entire colon was as clean as her intimate area and the rest of her body. All she had to do was brush her teeth and rinse with mouthwash before two young women took her outside.
Only now did she become aware of the full extent of the facility. In addition to all the women, there were also male slaves whose penises were locked in small steel cells. Correspondingly, there were also female hotel guests who amused themselves at a party in the large outdoor area. All the slaves and maids were thoroughly used. Even some male guests stood behind slaves and thrust violently into them. Her friend gave her the tip to try not to scream. If the masters felt offended by that, it would lead to further harsh punishments, which were carried out on the spot, leaving only a quiet end. Either the punished ones remained silent or they slipped into unconsciousness. If they weren't conscious anymore, the punishment was repeated at a later time. Slowly Kimberly understood why her friend who brought her food had called the hotel the gateway to hell. That was a pretty accurate description of what happened to them here.
When Darryl discovered Kimberly with the two women, he approached the three of them. He sent the two accompanying women back immediately, grabbed the new one roughly by the nipple with two fingers, and pulled her further toward a horizontally mounted stake. Like a stuffed doll, he threw her over it, fixed her legs wide apart, and her arms on the floor. After the warning from the other two, she avoided making any sound as much as possible. Kimberly didn't want to give Darryl any opportunity to punish her for screaming, but it was unclear what would happen to her that evening. Some guests watched how the new beauty was secured and wanted to examine the new one first. However, Darryl held the guests back a bit and explained, "You can rape the slut, beat the shit out of her, and use her as a urinal, but she won't be fucked. The boss insists that she learns something but isn't available for your needs yet. At least not yet."
Kimberly wasn't sure if this meant anything good for her. After all, she was spared from further penises being inserted into her holes, which didn't really protect her either. What Darryl meant by "rape" or what it should mean, she still didn't understand. The part about beating was clear to her; they would hit her without her having made any mistake, and she would be available as a urinal for the men. That was terrible for Kimberly, but she didn't have to swallow all the water at all. Water could simply be let out again. At least that's what she thought initially, but with every load of salty water that landed in her throat, it became more uncomfortable. It wasn't allowed for her to not swallow it, but instead, it was immediately let out of her mouth again. For each drop that came back from her mouth, she suffered heavy blows. Not only on the ass, but also her breasts, stomach, thighs, and even her arms were covered with pain. Although she tried everything to take in the golden nectar, she couldn't manage it. There was simply too much water, and more men kept coming in front of her head.
Even some women approached her, relieved themselves over her head, causing further heavy blows on her body. Kimberly was aware that this was the intention of the women; there was no other way for her but to endure the blows. The heat of the evening at her new domicile brought another punishment, which she hadn't anticipated. Thousands of tiny mosquitoes came with dusk and fed on her blood. But as time went on, her strength diminished more and more. Her mouth hurt and was barely open anymore, the exhausting trip still clung to her bones, and the blows she had to endure drained additional strength from her. Every time she closed her eyes for a few seconds, she received very hard slaps from Darryl so that she would wake up again. There was no end to her torture, and Kimberly didn't know how long she had to stay in this uncomfortable position. The sun had already disappeared, and many of the guests had gone back to their individual rooms with their slaves and maids. Just before three o'clock in the morning, only a good dozen of them were still celebrating.
Darryl had a change of heart and freed her from her position, only to lead her to another use. In the building where also her accommodation was located, he threw her onto a couch, pulled her legs up with a crane, and installed a spreader bar. Kimberly hung on this couch like at the gynecologist and saw that eight men were in the room with her. What they wanted to do with her became clear to her immediately. Darryl had only forbidden the guests from abusing her, which probably didn't count for the staff. One after another, she was penetrated by the eight men into her holes. Although there were only a few men, it took an unusually long time until all of them were finished with her. Kimberly didn't notice the end of her first day at all; she was already in a merciful unconsciousness when she lay again in her cell.
Only in the late afternoon did she open her eyes again, when she was gently awakened by her friend. Her breakfast consisted of a small bowl of cereal with cold water instead of milk. She whispered to Kimberly, "Eat your cereal Kim. You'll get nothing else all day and need the strength. Yesterday was just the beginning, and if you thought that was bad, you'll be deceived."
Of course, Kimberly had hunger, and the cereal was better than nothing. Still, she didn't know what her friend, who introduced herself as Alisha, meant by "nothing worse is possible."
"Your next meal is only scheduled in the evening, which means you'll get more than enough to eat, but it won't taste good, believe me."
Kimberly's eyes widened after understanding what Alisha meant. Right from her first full day in the Caribbean, she had to deal with the worst that could be done to a slave. According to Alisha, she would have nothing else all day but human excrement to eat. Kimberly didn't want to think about what would be piled under her during the day.