East Coast Slavers Organization

Chapter 36 – Her Fate is Finally Decided (or A Virgin's Dilemma)

Aaron compared the two e-mails that he had just decrypted. Each had been sent by an agent operating on his behalf in Argentina. The first was from Michael Mueller, the ex-CPA and bookkeeper to a major drug kingpin whose activities had been centered in the southeastern United States. Michael's report was upbeat and told of his smooth transition from Aaron's prisoner to his manager at the newly acquired Montanya de Diablo (Devil's Mountain) Vineyards and Winery. Michael had been met at the airport by his special probation officers for the next five years, the Director and Deputy Director at the nearby Mendoza Provincial Penitentiary. They gave him a programmed local cell phone, an electronic monitoring collar for his ankle, and a local orientation. His tour of the Argentine penitentiary had been sobering; the tour of the extensive operations of the estate, vineyards, and winery were exhilarating.

Michael provided a detailed accounting of the condition of the previously family-owned vineyards and winery in the Mendoza wine region of Argentina. The vines in the century-old El Campo de Diablo (The Devil's Fields) Vineyards were in perfect condition. Michael had met the Vineyard Manager and the duo had personally inspected the Malbec, Cabernet, Zinfindel, and Viognier vines. His meeting with the Chief Winemaker at La Manera de Diablo (The Devil's Way) Winery had also gone smoothly. Aaron's new manager projected that the 450-acre estate would need no infusion of capital and should begin to generate income within a month or so from the sale of bottled wines already stored in the estate's well-stocked cellars. He reported that the climate was fantastic and a close clone to that of California's coastal wine production region.

Throughout the message were mentions of thanks for the second chance that he had been given and promises of superlative attention to detail in protecting the slaver's investment. Michael admitted to being a little put out at the insistence of his overseers that he attend Sunday Mass at a local Catholic church. But, he sheepishly mentioned being smitten after meeting the wonderful daughter of a local businessman at his very first church attendance. The small and mousy man, with his prematurely bald head, painted the young woman and her parents in glowing terms. He was clearly overwhelmed. The note closed with a mention of how certain that he was to enjoy his exile in Argentina.

The second message was from the powerful and ruthless agents hired by Aaron Clarke to watch over Michael Mueller during the subsequent five years. The chief operating officers of the ancient Mendoza Provincial Penitentiary predicted no problems in keeping the quiet man under control. Their oversight of all local transportation and the local telephone switchboard exchange would prevent his arranging for a departure. They did report that they had orchestrated the meeting of one of their nieces with Michael Mueller. The twenty-five year old Latin beauty was smitten by what she saw as a powerful and wealthy businessman. At her age, an unmarried spinster was a potential embarrassment to the family, and she was more than willing to overlook his physical deficiencies in order to make a match that would please her family. Everyone was contented with the prospect of having the mousy accountant as a relative to quell the fiery temper of their relative. The penitentiary managers felt the strong-willed girl and her parents could keep Aaron's problem accountant under control.

Aaron laughed at Michael's predicament. From the two views that he read of the young girl and the estate manager, Aaron made his own prediction of an even earlier wedding. "At her age," he laughed, "she's smart enough to get him into bed and become instantly pregnant. Her society is probably forcing her to make a marriage decision." He laughed again as he visualized a headstrong and independent woman forced to marry in an environment where she had already alienated any potential suitors. Thanks to Aaron's offer of full use of a warehouse slave each night, Michael had gotten quite a crash course in sex and B&D while spilling his guts about the drug business in the southeastern United States. The unworldly woman might have some sexual surprises of her own once she unleashed the accountant's lust. Aaron decided that the problem of Michael Mueller's probationary period was well under control. Aaron remembered that Michael Mueller was the first criminally involved captive to survive his capture by the East Coast Slavers Organization. The freedom of three truly fuckable law enforcement agents was part of his new strategy of enslaving the truly guilty and stealing their ill-gained wealth.

Aaron glanced over at the far corner of his desk at the picture he had set there the week before. It depicted a slender young blonde woman in a chaste schoolgirl outfit posed before a foreboding, medieval looking chateau. The letter beside the picture was forwarded from the Head Mistress at a very old fashioned, all girls, preparatory and finishing school in Switzerland. Her own short note indicated that his daughter, sixteen year-old Barbara Drake, was doing well in the freshman class at the six-year school. The letter and picture triggered a strong sexual response as Aaron Clarke, hardened slaver, remembered his difficulty in deciding what to do with his youngest captive, the virginal nineteen year-old Barbara Michaels, stuck-up bitch assistant to the even haughtier shop owner Belinda Maticevski.

Barbara had been quarantined untouched in a cage for weeks as howls of anguish and torment echoed around her through the slaver's warehouse in Miami. Her 'I'm better than you' attitude and haughty manners vanished the first night of her captivity when she awoke naked in a cage. Then, she saw her cagemate broken into her role as obedient bondage slut, followed by the drastic change in her boss Belinda. The mere sight of Belinda's one hundred-twenty-five-pound hairless body, topped with obscenely large man-made E+ tits, shambling along naked dragging her leg chains while she dispensed meals, changed linens, and cleaned up cages broke Barbara as surely as if she had been subjected to Aaron's normal brutal introduction to slavery. When she saw Belinda's new name, 'Cunt', tattooed boldly across her permanently hairless mons and the golden rings in her nipples and pussy lips, she was more than ready to make any bargain with her devil of a captor to keep from becoming like the other captives. The entire time Barbara Michaels had been Aaron's captive, she rarely saw another woman face-to-face, and she never learned the names of any of the other captives, including that of her cagemate, Sandy Hamilton. The voice-control training collars were vigilant twenty-four hours a day to ensure no unauthorized verbal communication occurred between slaves.

Finally one night, Aaron was feeling particularly horny and disgusted with his inability to decide the fate of his youngest captive. "After all," he told himself with some passion, "I am a slaver, not some pussy office worker." Thus prepared to act the part of a cruel slaver, he ordered his slaves to prepare Barbara for his use and to deliver her to his office suite. Aaron intended to pluck all three of her virgin cherries in privacy; he certainly didn't want any of his other slaves chiding him for fucking such a young beauty.

Barbara had cowered in absolute terror beside a plush couch in the office when he said, "Little cunt, you look delicious in your schoolgirl uniform. Flash me your tits."

Barbara knew she had to obey. The obvious signs of torture on her cagemate and her ex-boss, 'Cunt', had convinced her of the alternative. Barbara's hands brushed across her swollen breasts on the way down to the bottom of her sleeveless white pullover. "Oh," she thought with dismay, "my boobies are so swollen! My period must be ready to begin." Barbara knew when her period arrived that her belly pouched out a little bit and her breasts swelled from water retention; all effects of hormone's surging through her body. When her top popped up over her sensitive boobs, she saw that her normal full-size B cup breast meat was swollen to what was probably a hard mass of a C-sized cup. "I hope I don't start leaking," she cried silently in dismay. "I couldn't take him seeing me bleed."

She was heartened at the encouraging murmurs made by her captor at the sight of her bare boobies. "Yes!" she thought, "maybe he'll like me and treat me nicely." When his hand signaled clearly for her to draw the top off fully, she quickly yanked the white cotton up over her head and stood topless before a man for the first time in her young life. Her eyes had grown huge with wonder as she looked down to his groin. She moaned in dismay when she saw a huge lump under the man's designer trousers. "Of course he's going to have sex with me," she thought. "That's what this has all been leading up to. But, … my God! That looks like a log in his pants"

His next command both pleased her and took her by surprise.

"I like what I see," he had said. "Keep cooperating and I'll try and make this as enjoyable as possible for both of us. Turn around and show me your ass."

Barbara couldn't help but hesitate a little. "None of this is going like I thought," she complained to herself. Nonetheless, she forced a whore's smile onto her face and coyly turned her upper body half away from the slaver, pointing her plaid skirt-clad butt toward him. Without touching her short skirt, she leaned over toward the back of the sofa, letting the scratchy wool climb up her young rump, exposing the bottom of her bare ass. Barbara had been brought in to service her owner wearing only a tight white cotton top, a too small and too short skirt, and a pair of black lace-up patent leather shoes. She blushed crimson when she realized she was willingly showing a man a glimpse of her sparsely covered pussy. "From a back view," she thought miserably, "he can see my crack and my pussy lips hanging between my legs. Oh, God! How humiliating!"

"Flip the skirt up over your rump!" he commanded.

"If he wants to see my ass, then that's what he'll get," she vowed with a little tremble. She finished her half turn, fully presenting her ass, and flipped the skirt up and onto her back. Her knees shook as she fought to control her tears and fear. Her tummy tightened up with terror and she felt her nether lips clench in response.

When she was first captured, Barbara wanted nothing more than to escape from this slaver and return to her mother. But Barbara had long ago realized that even if let free, she had few options in life. She didn't even know where to go. Like her mother, she was undereducated, had no influential contacts, had no remaining family, was flat broke, and was too overwhelmed to right the difficult decisions she should have made in her past.

Unbeknownst to her, Belinda Maticevski had blabbed all the sordid details of her assistant's difficult life. She related how Barbara had grown up in a very restrictive home environment tightly controlled by a domineering mother. Everything else about the life of Barbara's mom was a failure; her non-existent career, her failed marriage, and her inability to capture a reliable, bread-winning spouse. Barbara rebelled by becoming an indifferent student at best and fought her mother every step of the way. Fortunately, she was disinclined to stoop to sex or drugs to alienate her hated mother. At eighteen, she ran away from home and in Miami bumped into Belinda Maticevski. The older woman had seemed so refined and perfect that Barbara had immediately fallen under her spell. Belinda was ecstatic at forty-six to have an eighteen year-old copying her every move and worshiping her. In the intervening months, Barbara had moved in with Belinda and the two were inseparable up until their capture together, soon after Barbara's nineteenth birthday.

"Hold still!" Aaron commanded as he drank in the sight of the perfect ass pointed his way. Normally he preferred his cunts hairless or at least severely shaved. However, everything about this young lady's ass cheeks, rectum, pussy, and thighs was perfection. "If you cooperate with me, I'll turn off your control collar and go easy on you," he said in a gentle voice. "What do you think?"

Barbara was all for things being easy. Too many signs of torture and pain had surrounded her in the warehouse cage. Desire to escape pain as well as numbing boredom made her ready for something to happen. She eagerly nodded her head up and down while gently swaying her ass, her winking asshole and pussy moving as if they were a cobra's eyes attempting to hypnotize its prey.

"No talking," Aaron commanded as he turned off the control collar, "otherwise I'll gag you, tie you up, and rape you."

Barbara's lean form shuddered at the thought. She promised herself that she would not use her voice, regardless of what he demanded of her.

She heard the slaver give a series of commands that she followed obediently. First, she had to spread her legs further apart, swing her head down low between her knees, and lewdly fondle her own breasts while keeping her eyes locked on his. Next she had to moan several times as if she needed sexual relief. Already deep in the forced game of following his commands, the fingers of one hand blindly fumbled around to spay open her pussy lips while the other hand's fingers obediently trapped her clitoris. Her next round of moans were far more natural sounding. When she felt her pussy juicing up around all ten of her probing digits, she could actually smell the aroma of aroused pussy.

Aaron had stared entranced at the dampening cunt before his eyes. He was riveted and aroused by the way her trapped and haunted eyes stayed locked on his regardless of the lewd act she was forced to undergo. When her hands glistened from her own aromatic dew, Aaron made her slowly start to step towards him, all the while keeping her fingers on her cunt lips and clit. Finally, Aaron made her turn around, raise her face to his and kiss him gently.

Barbara's face was beet red with embarrassment at having to inch backwards closer to this powerful man while her boobs jiggled with every difficult shuffling step. Then, she was mortified when he made her turn in place and more closer until her knees were outside his. She obediently leaned down to run her tongue out of her mouth and trace his lips. Gently, she continued to bring her face closer until her tongue spread his lips apart and tentatively darted in. "It's called French Kissing," she thought. "I'm nineteen now and I've never French Kissed before this."

She brought her damp lips across his face in little kissing smooches and dared to whisper in his ear, "Please don't hurt me. I've never even kissed like that before." Afraid at her effrontery at disobeying his order, she darted back to his mouth and ran her tongue further inside than before. When his tongue touched hers and his lips suctioned her further in, she froze in surprise. Then, with an obvious sigh of appreciation, she resumed her kissing. Again she froze when his fingertips trapped her aroused nipples and tugged them away from her chest, drawing her torso closer to his. The tugging amplified the ache in her swollen boobs and she moaned contentedly into his mouth.

When she drew back from his face to gulp in a much needed lungful of air, she was shocked to see his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear were gone. His shirt was opened wide and his giant cock bobbled up in the air inches below her chin. Mesmerized, she stood as if stunned until his fingers tightly squeezed her nipples. At that point, she saw her skirt pooled at her feet. "I'm naked now," she wondered. "He took off my skirt, and I never even felt it."

Aaron had taken the time during her focused kissing session to wriggle out of most of his clothing and to unleash his big prick. "Sit on my lap," Aaron commanded with a noticeable growl of lust in his voice.

Barbara slipped her legs a little forward and lowered herself onto his thighs. As she moved to set her bare breasts against his naked chest, she was shocked to note that his gigantic sex organ actually hit the underside of her breasts. She almost fainted at the thought of sitting down on that rigid log. "Oh, dear God!" she whispered to herself, "that thing will split me open. No way I can take that thing inside me."

Aaron remembered back to the first time his clasped fingers ran across her perfect ass. The tiny blonde hairs on her butt made the skin feel as smooth and as perfect as a newborn baby. He also could feel his long dick bump against the bottom of her breasts. Unlike Barbara, he had no qualms or fears that he wouldn't fit inside what was certain to be the tightest cunt he had ever encountered. His only problem; standing by his promise meant that he couldn't just throw her onto the carpeted floor of his office and drill himself into her virgin pussy. He groaned as the length of his cock caressed along the teen's tightly closed cunt slit. "Nice!" he moaned into Barbara's ear. "You're gonna be a great piece of ass."

Barbara had flinched as her body was pulled up against his rock-hard penis. She relaxed against him when she heard his appreciative groan and his whispered "Nice!" His comment about how great she would be in bed triggered a warm feeling in her tummy. "He wants me bad," she thought with a naughty giggle to herself. She rolled her arms tightly around his torso and hugged him forcefully, even rocking her hips against his hard stalk. His hips pushed back against her, stimulating her clit and bringing a flood of blood to her sensitive tissues.

Barbara raised her hips up high, running her pussy along the full length of his cock. She was surprised at how high she had to move up in order to find the knobby end of him. It felt so good, she sighed and slipped down, grinding her groin hard against his. This time she grunted at the pleasurable feelings and started back up his long stalk, rubbing her wet slit across the solid bar of meat. Over and over, she rubbed her gash up and down his cock, creating electrifying sensations as she sped faster and faster.

Aaron remembered how Barbara's increasing ardor was matched by her escalating vocalization as each pussy rubbing, dick caressing, humping motion was finished. Previously willing to let her take the lead in their foreplay, Aaron changed strategies as he became too aroused by her lithe form dancing upon his lap. As her next upward lunge completed, he took careful note of her height so that on the subsequent rise, his hands moved her up an additional two inches, letting his cock knob jump forward to nestle into the recess of her pubic mound.

Barbara threw her weight down with her normal exuberance and then wailed in dismay as she realized that she had skewered herself onto the man's giant cock. "Eiii," she shrieked, "too much! That's too much!" She froze in fear and slowly looked down to see what damage she had done to herself. Her hands tentatively felt around the thickness of his cock and felt only tightly stretched pussy lips and no damage. "You're inches deep in me already. Oh, God! It's so big!" Tears streamed down her face as she fought to remove herself and shrieked as nothing moved except for her insides. "Ahhhh!" she moaned, "Help me! It burns so bad! It's pulling my belly out!"

Murmuring words of encouragement, Aaron had calmed the virgin enough to get her to hold still, impaled halfway on his dick. She felt so deliciously tight and hot mounted on him that it took everything he had to hold back from raping brutally in and out of her. He held still and rubbed her back, continuing his gentle murmurs. One hand had taken possession of a temptingly swollen breast momentarily before it shifted down to find her clit sticking out above her tight-lips. His other hand reluctantly left her flawlessly soft back and reached down to clasp himself just below her thinly stretched lips, his own fist-gripped cock acting as a stopper so that Barbara's body wouldn't slip further down on him. Fighting his reflex to hump upward as hard as he could, Aaron leaned in to kiss Barbara on her lips with a gentle kiss while continuing to gently rub her clitoris in circles. He made the kiss more insistent as she responded. "Hmmm," Aaron moaned into her mouth. He slipped his tongue deeper into her mouth and started to gently rotate his fuckstick in tiny circles, stirring his cock around in her hot box and slowly loosening up her pussy's unrelenting grip.

Sitting in his office weeks later, Aaron could barely suppress groans of satisfaction as his cock swelled in happy memory of the taking of her vaginal virginity. Still stuck halfway onto his big dick, she had started to leak gobs of sex drool and blood from her broken hymen. Aaron remembered looking down and seeing his balls and the base of his throbbing stick streaked with the gooey stuff. That was the point at which Aaron realized that his act of setting her upon his dick had hastened his sex act to the point that he had forgotten to use a condom. Deciding her tight gash felt too good around his aching cock, and knowing she was ready to start her period at any time, he decided that he didn't care about the outcome. He let the hand gripping his dick slip a further quarter-inch down his meat. She never noticed, so Aaron suctioned his lips against her sensitive neck and kept up his slow stirring of her slippery box, Widening her too tight twat with every pot-stirring rotation. He made sure that the heal of his thumb kept up a stimulating rotation of her slippery clit. Aaron's hand was now covered in her goo. He let her slip down another half-inch.

Barbara's low moans of passion vibrating from her voicebox made Aaron's lips tingle while they were arduously kissing the nape of her neck. When Aaron's hand slipped all the way down his fuckmeat to the base of his cock, he knew he had five full inches buried in her cunt and he was nearly ready to let her fall down the last four inches. The fist sitting against the base of his pecker was absolutely drenched in slippery pussy goo. Her moans were nearly continuous now. Ready for the next step, Aaron eased his hand out and grabbed her ass cheek. He thought he would never forget the feel of her tight cunt sleeve about his dick as she slowly settled down till her hard pubic bone hit his.

Aaron felt Barbara clench his body desperately; whether in fear or passion, he was unsure. He left one hand possessively clenching her meaty ass while the other wrapped around her back, hugging her as tightly as she held him. She returned the passion of his kisses as he held her in place, skewered upon his giant log of a cock. Even weeks later, Aaron remained touched at how Barbara had accepted her fate, trying to placate him and make a better place for herself. He waited fully ten more minutes, kissing, hugging, and caressing, before he brought both his hands down to crush her butt cheeks in his grip.

There is little doubt that Barbara Michaels would never forget her first sex. After she first accidentally impaled herself, his monster prick remained locked in her insides for at least thirty minutes before he spewed tablespoons of creamy white jism into her vagina. By then, her cervix was sore from the stretching and pounding of the too-long prick in her tiny frame. However, her overworked 'G' spot, clitoris, and sensitive nerve endings inside and outside her fuck hole had given her an unimaginable number of earth-shattering orgasms. Her lover had slowly begun to fuck her, and over at least thirty minutes of fucking, built up to a bruising pace where she was literally thrown up and down upon his gigantic spike. By the time they were finished, Aaron had left sticky and bloody handprints all over her musky, wrung out frame. Barbara actually passed out in exhaustion as she felt his giant snake convulse as it spewed millions of baby-making sperm into her no longer virginal body.

Aaron took a deep breath and sat back within his office chair and looked back at Barbara's photo at her new school. He pinched his rock hard cock and wished she was there. "I never took her anal cherry," he thought with some regret. "Maybe later," he promised himself with a cocky grin. He remembered pulling Barbara's short skirt down over her ass and laid her unconscious body down on the couch. With her legs askew, Aaron clearly saw her puffy, just-fucked labia with white jism and thin bloody rivulets drooling out onto the inside of the plaid skirt. "She looks well and truly fucked out," he thought with a grin.

A small padlock clicked shut, connecting a thin stainless steel chain to an eyelet on the back of her training collar. Aaron ran the chain the few feet into his bathroom and padlocked the other end to a secure loop of hardened steel drilled deep into the concrete warehouse floor. He threw a comforter over the sexually wrung out girl and returned to his paperwork.

Aaron remembered how embarrassed the young woman was when later she awoke naked save for her skirt and collar and covered in dried cum, pussy lube, and blood. She wept when Aaron threatened her with a whipping if she didn't drop the comforter she was bundled up in. "That was only for sleeping, slut! You are never to cover yourself without permission when out of bed," he growled. When ordered to clean up in the bathroom and return to kneel beside the couch, he was pleased when she readily followed his directions.

Picture in hand, Aaron thought how her easy submission had impressed him into categorizing her as a 'catch and release' candidate. Aaron first contacted his document preparer, Ricardo Manapat. Ricardo and his granddaughter, Teresa, forged a new identity for Barbara. Nineteen year-old Barbara Michaels became sixteen year-old Barbara Drake, daughter to Justin Drake. One of Aaron's identities now had a sixteen year-old daughter. While the documents were being prepared, Aaron contacted a lawyer who only knew him as Justin Drake, licensed private investigator. It took time and money, but Aaron was able to get applications for Swiss citizenship submitted for both himself and his daughter, Barbara.

Two weeks after her first sexual experience, Barbara found herself flying to Europe with her 'father' while she masqueraded as a girl three years her junior. Still wearing her training collar, with her lush breasts cruelly wrapped in a training bra, she was on her way to the medieval looking Swiss school, forced to redo her once-failed high school experience. Thrilled to be free, she had been horrified to discover that legally she was now only sixteen and faced six years of forced schooling. Barbara was also appalled to learn she had to master English, French, and Latin. The school's strict regime included all the traditional subjects of a normal high school preparing students for college plus those required of an old fashioned finishing school. She actually sulked and whined when she found that not only did the school have corporal punishment, but that her Master would severely punish her during breaks for any failed classes. The school considered a 'C' or lower grade to be failing. The once apathetic student now had to get only 'A's or 'B's.

They spent the night in a luxury hotel in Geneva. A grateful and now very much sexually active Barbara finally succeeded in fully deep-throating his oversize cock just minutes after arriving in the hotel. Her 'father' pumped a very satisfying load of cum far into her gullet. Barbara's oral skills soon got him fully rigid again and she rode him to multiple climaxes before her amazingly tight twat finally coaxed his cock into pumping another heavy load into his condom.

The first lonely night in her private room at the finishing school, Barbara read through a packet of papers given her by her 'father'. With amazement, she found that she her Master had already finalized the paperwork to make her a trust fund baby. The legally binding trust fund stated that upon reaching her twenty-second birthday, she could redeem her finishing school graduating diploma for full control of her one million dollar trust fund. If she was unable to graduate, the trust fund reverted back to her 'father'. A handwritten note from her 'dad' read:

"Remember dear, this school will open limitless doors of opportunity for you. This is your only chance to break free from the certain failure of your past life. Consider yourself lucky that you get to redo your entire high school experience. Learn as much as possible. Fail and you rejoin your last boss to work side by side in the lowest of service vocations.

Love Dad"

Barbara had gulped in fear of failure and resolved to succeed, no matter how hard the academics were. "I can't end up like that stuck-up bitch, Belinda," she thought. Barbara had finally come to understand that her boss was hopelessly haughty, beyond redemption, and no longer her role model. That first night at the Swiss finishing school, Barbara went to sleep only after bringing herself to a series of mini-orgasms as one hand masturbated furiously while the other either caressed her boobs or absently traced the new tattoo centered above her still hairless pussy. Her new tattoo was a shameless source of sexual fantasy and lust.

Before she left for Europe, her Master's slaves had rubbed a black dye onto her already sparse blonde pubic hair. Then using a laser flash to burn the hair out down below the skin's surface, they removed everything except what was protected under a three-inch-wide, heart-shaped cutout. After the laser depilation, the remaining heart-shaped section of hair located just above her now hairless labia and asshole was temporarily shaved off to free the site for placement of her new tattoo. The full color work of art depicted a buxom blonde on hands and knees, big boobs hanging down temptingly. A slave collar and leash clearly identified the sexy woman as a slave, reinforced by the wrist cuffs she wore and the 'fuck me' heels. The only other item of clothing worn by the slave was a black mask that only obscured her eyes. Eventually, Barbara's sparse pussy hair would grow back in the heart-shape, partially hiding her revealing brand from casual scrutiny.

Aaron left a final enticement to encourage the young woman to succeed. If her grades were 'acceptable', Barbara's 'father' was to take her to ski at Saint Moritz over her entire Christmas holiday. Probably the world's most famous ski resort, Saint Moritz is the site where winter sports holidays were born. The resort was first used by English tourists in 1864 and had grown to become the playground for the rich and famous. Barbara was promised a limitless shopping spree to prepare for the slopes and a chance for a world-class ski experience on Saint Moritz' famous slopes and state-of-the-art high-speed detachable triple and quad lifts.

--- To Be Continued ---

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