you? He pulled her with him across the room, sitting in a chair he threw

her across his lap. I will paddle your ass for your behavior! He looked

down at her naked ass, the cheeks so smooth and pink, he felt his cock

hardening.

Oh Sir please no, please don't.

Oh yes you must learn who's master here. Smack, his hand landed

across her ass.

She cried out in pain, please stop I'll be good.

I know you will! With every slap came a rub on her inflamed cheeks.

She felt his hand slide down her backside into her crack.

Oh Sir what do you do? He spread his legs further, spreading her

legs in the process. His finger delved down between her globes, she was

hot. He cock grew harder, and he ran his finger up and down her

virginal slit.

Please oh please Sir, stop! She struggled but was caught in his vise

like grip. He probed deeper into her, feeling the heat and moisture

build and flow.

You like me touching you like this, don't you?

No, please no Sir! Placing his hand on the small of her back to hold

her still, he slid his finger into her virgin pussy slowly. She screamed and

wriggled trying to get free of this torment. Deeper his finger went and

withdrew. Her pussy was tight and hot. He could barely contain himself.

She was about to learn the facts of life and him her teacher. He sat her

up so she sat in his lap facing away from him. One hand on her nipples

as he licked her neck, whispering in her ear all he was going to do to her.

She cried, the sobs becoming jerky. Oh please Sir, let me go, I'll be

good, I swear!

Look, do you see my pet over there? Over in the corner she could

barely make out an outline of shape, it moved closer, what it was she

didn't know. It looked like a man but it was hairy and it smelled. It sat in

front of them silently, waiting. Again he pushed his finger into her tight

little pussy going even deeper. Her scream echoed in the room as he

stroked his finger in and out of her. With his thumb he massaged her

clit, while licking and nipping her neck. She started feeling funny inside,

it scared her, what he was doing was wrong but it was starting to feel

good. See. My pet he likes licking little pussies. She looked at it and it

licked its lips, never taking its eyes off the finger plunging in and out of

her pussy. Slowly moving closer.

She looks at this thing, a man but like a wild animal. She opens her

mouth to scream and he sticks part of her dress in it, gagging her. As he

finger fucks her, she gets wetter and wetter. He rubs her little clit and

she almost falls off his lap, because it feels so good. The thing doesn't

take his eyes off the finger in her pussy. It licks its lips. Sir pulls his

finger out, letting her see evidence of her innocence and her juices on it.

The thing's nostrils flare at the scent of pussy. Sir holds his finger out, It

comes closer, It licks the finger, long tongue coming out of its mouth

engulfing the entire finger, licking all the juices from it.

See he likes the way you taste, he wants to lick and suck your pretty

pussy. The whole time the thing is licking the finger its eyes never leave

her swollen pussy. Closer it moves, closer. Sir's hands move back to her

nipples, pulling them, twisting them, whispering in her ear, what will be

done to her. He wickedly licks her necking, biting her. She can feel its

breath on her thighs. It looks up at her and smiles with serrated teeth.

Its tongue comes out and licks her, she screams through her gag. It licks

her again. Sir spreads her legs wider. It opens its mouth and she thinks

its going to bite her, instead it covers her pussy with its mouth. She hears

the slurping noises and feels It sucking her. She feels its tongue trying to

push its way into to her pussy. It spreads her thighs, she sees the razor

sharp nails on its fingers. It fucks her with its tongue. Sir tells her how

its preparing her for him to fuck. How Its going to make her wet. Ready

for him to stick his cock in. She frantically tries to wiggle away to no

avail.

Suddenly the mouth is gone. She felt a loss. She looks down and sees

it licking Sir's cock, sucking on it, deep throating it. It's nose rubbing

against her clit with every move.

I'm going to fuck that little pussy girl! Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy

fucking you. It sucks my cock so good, It knows what I like, and I let it

have my leftovers. It wants to suck my cum out of your sweet little pussy,

then its going to fuck you! You wanted to know, now you'll find out,

won't you? Your pussy is so juicy, its running down on my cock. Look at

him lick it off. Sir lifts her, his cock springing up. She feels it brush

against her backside. She's shaking her head, no! It grabs Sir's cock and

puts it at her pussy entrance, rubbing it back and forth. She felt pressure

as the head tried to squeeze in, oh how it hurt her. Gravity pulled her

down on his cock. Yesss, so tight, so hot, so wet, you feel good. His cock

was splitting her in two. He grabbed her hips and thrust upwards.

Searing pain, she screamed and struggled for naught.

When he was seated fully in her, she was barely aware of It's tongue

on her clit licking and sucking her. Sir started thrusting slowly. You are

so tight, so tight. With every lick of It's tongue, it licked Sir's balls. It got

more and more excited. Sir stood up holding her against him like a doll

hanging on his cock. Pushing into her body over and over, pounding her.

He fell to his knees fucking her doggie style, laying on her back going

deeper. He reached around and rubbed her inflamed clit while he thrust

into her faster. All she could do is whimper from the pain and pleasure

of his intrusion. Faster and faster he pumped, then he was cumming.

Jack hammering her young pussy. When he was spent, he lay on her

back breathing hard. He pulled out and left her on her knees with her

backside in the air. She was breathless. She couldn't move. She hear It

breathing heavily behind her. Looking between her legs she saw a huge

cock hanging down between hairy thighs.

She felt It's long tongue lick her thighs, all she could do was shake

her head back and forth, No! She felt the wet tongue slide between her

legs and glide over her sopping wet ravished pussy. Hands on her hips

holding her in place while the tongue licked and sucked her. Cleaning all

of Sir's cum out of her. She feebly struggled and she heard it growl, she

stilled. The tongue thrust into her sore pussy like a cock. Sucking on her

tender lips and up between her ass cheeks. She could not help but moan,

what was she feeling? She was feeling so strange, like a tickling in her

lower belly. Again she looked between her legs and saw the huge weapon

It intended to use on her body. It seemed to get bigger and bigger. It was

pressing itself against her body, rubbing Itself against her. She felt

something poking at her, prodding, trying to get in. She struggled. She

felt it, hard and big pushing in. Hands on her hips keeping her in place,

hot breath on her back. A long rough tongue licked her back and neck as

the huge cock slide deeper and deeper into her. She was being impaled.

It withdrew and she was able to breathe. It thrust back in deeper, and

she screamed her silent scream. It stroked faster, deeper pulling on her

nipples and rubbing her slit. It felt so good, and she started thrusting

back on it. It fucked her faster, her tight little pussy grabbing and

sucking on Its cock. Milking it, squeezing it. Growling louder it howled

as It's cum splashed into her, flooding her tight channel.

 

Moral of this story curiosity fucked this pussy!!!!!

Peace out Madamesin

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Without thinking I run now, full tilt and as she is bending her legs committing to the leap, I grab her calves with my hands and haul her down onto the grating of the bridge. There cowering before me is an oriental girl, her eyes red rimmed her face wet from the tears she was bathing herself with in her grief and turmoil.

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“What the hell!” I yell at her and then in total amazement of what I am doing almost as if I am outside watching, I see my hand lift and slap her face, once, twice and then a third time. “How dare you throw your life away”, I bellowed at her?

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“I…I…I”, she stammered as I gripped her blouse and banged her body down onto the road.

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With a strength I did not know I possessed, I lifted her by her blouse and hauled her towards the car. “Is this your car”, I asked jerking her toward it.

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“Yes, I”, she stammered on as I flung her face forwards across the front of the car.

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I could see the terror in her eyes as she looked at me in the reflection of her and me in the windshield. Never had I ever seen myself so possessed with anger and I have to admit, I really do not want to ever see me that way again.

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“Well”, I yelled tearing her skirt as I lifted it up over her panty covered ass. “You can die later, right now, I am taking what you want to just throw away.”

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My left hand was tearing her panties down over her ass while my right hand was pulling out my already hardening member.

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“Oh God”, she cried out as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip preparing for what she knew was to come.

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“Cry out to him”, I said bruskly as I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her velvet covered slit, then feeling her entry as I pushed I dropped both hands to her hips and rocked forward thrusting deep and hard into her.

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Her cry echoed off the walls of the canyon as I impaled myself deep inside her. She held me so tightly my cock burned as if she had stripped the skin off it when I shoved myself inside her. I slapped her ass and watched it jiggle. Then without mercy or thought I started pounding my thickness in and out of her pussy. It was if her whole body clung to me, molded around the invasion of her body until I threw my head back, closing my eyes and bellowed like a wolf as I came in torrents flooding her with my need and seed.

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Gasping for air, I withdrew with a wet slosh as my cum tinted pink oozed out between her lips and I looked at it confused. Then shrugging I wiped myself and pocketed her panties leaving her gasping and weak on the front of her car.

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To tell the truth I figured she would just jump and finish what she started. I was wrong, though it would be almost a year before I found out otherwise.

She cursed her car, she cursed her luck, she cursed Dan and Gina and she cursed herself, she was 19 but her only sexual experience had been terrible, she had been raped at 14 by her mom’s boyfriend and had never told.  She had also never sought help for the tear he caused her tiny cunt and she had healed up, but the small scar “down there” was always tender, a raw nerve that felt like a branding iron when she had attempted sex with anyone else later on, so that now, 5 yrs later, she felt marked and alone and upset that Dan couldn’t be more patient with her until she was ready to try for a “normal” love life.

The headlights caught her off guard as she thought about this and she instinctively started to jump up and down waving her arms before she realized how stupidly juvenile that looked and stopped.  The 18 wheeler stopped and the Driver edged to the passenger side to look down on her.

“Need a lift little lady?”

She blew a cloud of frozen air as she said “Yes!” and started to climb up towards the cab.

“There’s a truck stop about 30 miles up the way,” he said, smiling through his Santa-like white beard, flecked with red.  He was a big, bear of a man in a faded Grateful Dead shirt and Blue Jeans.  Maybe 285 lbs and ham fisted.  “Name’s Olaf, call me Ollie.”

She smiled back shyly, and extended her hand as she sat down.  “Angie.”  She pulled down her skirt and pulled her hand back crossing her arms over her chest when she saw Ollie’s eyes resting on it.  She felt stupid, he was a man and they were kinda obvious in the cold…of course he looked. 

Ollie looked away with a smile.  “Sorry Hon, I didn’t mean to stare.  Not often a beautiful young lady rides with an old duffer like myself.”

“That’s okay…sorry I got jumpy.”  She laughed nervously.  “Bad night.

The truck jerked as he started it up the road.  She looked sidelong at Ollie.  He was not old enough to be her grandpa, but he looked older then her dad, maybe mid 50’s, a big muscled Santa with wind burned cheeks and raw, calloused hands.  “Salt of the Earth” her mother might say.

They fell into a silence as they listened to Johnny Cash and the road hypnotized Angie with its headlight lit monotony.

“There’s a thermos under the seat there.”  Ollie said cheerily.  “Not coffee….Cocoa.”  My missus makes it for me for long hauls and I keep a heated thermos of it to take the edge off the cold.

She jumped at the break in silence and thanked him for the invitation.  She was still chilly and the cab wasn’t well heated, so she undid the top and poured some out and drank it down careful of the burning heat.  It made her feel warm inside and she relaxed into a silent comfort as the music and road played on….and on…and on…and on…and on…

She yawned a bit, her eyes felt a bit unfocused.  It wasn’t that late.  And it wasn’t really sleepiness she was feeling.  Just a leadenness.  The thermos rolled off her lap.  She was glad she had put the lid back on it, she didn’t want to spill cocoa in her host’s cab…..

The feeling was hard to place for a second, a pressure.  A growing pressure and then a sharp pinching, Her eyes opened and she looked into Ollie’s face.  It was so close to hers and she saw him move closer, his mouth closed on hers and his fat tongue forcing its way inside her mouth, pushing her head against the seat.  His hand was under her shirt and it covered her left breast squeezing until she felt tears roll down her eyes and the tongue made her struggle to breathe.  But her attempts to push him away were pathetic, her arms felt like lead, and her legs twitched but didn’t obey her mind’s demands that she kick him.

The truck, she could tell was still, and she tried to shake off the lethargy and fight, but he was so much larger, she was just 5’3, and 100 lbs, he was hard living muscle and experience and he had her pinned down.

“Nice titties bitch,” he growled.  No longer Santa figure but a hairy beast feasting on her.

She moaned and when he pulled his face back she could see his eyes dilated wide with lust as he reached his hands up and tore her shirt down the middle revealing her bra-less breasts.

“no….please…” she breathed.

“What’s that girlie?” He smiled his breath rancid on her face.

“please…I was…raped…when I was 14..please, it hurts..it still hurts…” she was sobbing weakly. 

“What’s that?  Someone mark you first?” he grinned, interest in his eyes.  She felt her thighs pushed apart and he wrestled her panties off her tearing them as he pawed her.  Then she felt him pinch her clit and she squirmed and bit off a sob.  “please..no…”

And then he shoved a thick, greasy finger inside her and it was like she had been struck by lightening.  He was rubbing right against the scar, and her back arched in a spasm and tears sprang from her eyes as shockwave after shockwave tore her just from his finger’s intrusion.  She opened her eyes and turned them on her attacker and saw him smile broadly.

“Damn bitch, he musta done you real good!”  He laughed deeply, his breathing deepened as his excitement grew.  “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to move for the next 10 years without feeling like you’ve been opened with a hot poker!”  She saw him open his pants and pull out his massive cock which sprang up in his lap half erect and frightening still.  He grabbed her honey blond curls and growled for her to open her mouth our he’d break her jaw and fuck her mouth anyway.

She opened her lips and he shoved the mammoth, rubbery mushroom like head of his penis inside her mouth, stretching it open until she thought her jaw would dislocate and he began to force her head up and down on it while she tried to catch breths through her nose before it was rammed into his hairy belly where he sat.  He roared with laughter.

“Suck it whore, suck it you fucking slut!”  He grunted as he pushed her head down and held it down.  “Use your tongue bitch.” She obeyed to keep him from smothering her and she sucked in a breath when he let her, pleased by the sensations he was getting from her humiliation and pain.  “Yeah bitch, bad luck getting raped again…maybe you should face it that THAT is all you’re good for.”

He let out a groan and she felt her mouth and throat fill with his load.  “Swallow it cunt, swallow all of it.”  He pulled her head up when he was satisfied and he smiled.  “Oh sweet jeezuz, I am gonna rape you, bitch, I’m gonna rape you long and hard, I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” And he threw her back over his lap and his drained cock and he yanked her arms behind her and tied them tight, behind her, tying them up to the elbows which were wrenched so hard behind her they felt like they would pop from their sockets, and they met, elbow touching elbow, her chest thrust far out in front of her.  He threw her backwards again and she struck the back of her head on the door and lay there looking at him dizzily.

“You’re gonna be the best I ever did girl.”

He drove down the road again, talking to her, telling her of other women, “lot lizards” he called them, prostitutes he’d raped, and killed.  He bragged and chuckled and her fear caused her to shake as he promised her worse.

When the engine turned off she was terrified.  He removed his pants, humming the song that just finished on the radio and then reached out and grabbed her byt the hair pulling her upright on the seat.  He scooted over to the passenger side and scooped her up as she struggled sadly and sat her on his lap facing him, her back to the dashboard.  He took a knife out of a pocket on the visor and held it in front of her eyes.  It was big and had a black bone handle that shined in the moonlight, The moon glinted off the blade and she froze.  “Put those legs over mine, straddle me bitch, I want to see what I’m doing.”  And the knife tip poked the dimple at the base of her throat.

She choked a sob and lifted her leg until it slid on the other side of his fat thighs and she was spread open in front of him, sitting there face to face, her arms aching as he pushed her backwards on the dash so that her tits stood in the air and her torso was elongated in front of her rapist.  “Nice.”  He smiled as he cut away the pushed up skirt leaving her completely naked in front of him now.  “Real nice.”

“Now tell me about the other rape sweetie, tell me and get me hard.”  He laughed and pushed the knife against her navel while the groped her right tit hard.

“TELL ME!”

So she told him, she told him about the man who woke her from her sleep, and put his hand over her mouth and took her virginity, while her new rapist smiled approvingly and pinched her nipples.  “Good, good,” he groaned.  He felt no pity for her as she tried to tell him how it had scarred her physically and socially.  He was delighted to know she had not had sex since the rape and he put aside the knife.

“Can’t you see bitch, this is what you were made for, this is all you’re fucking good for, that guy fuckin’ did me a favor, he tenderized you real good and now I get to finish what he started.”  She sobbed and he shushed her.  “Ain’t no one gonna hear you here, or find you and I have a cross country ride to make and you’re riding it with me!” and he growled like a bear as he bit her nipples and fumbled with his cock which was stone hard and standing like a third arm in his lap.  He grabbed her waist and she squirmed and fought but the space was too confined and her arms tied and her legs splayed over his did not give her leverage to escape or even make a blow. 

Then she felt it. The enormous cock head pushing at her rape hole, as it caught the scar and rubbed it, stretching it she began to buck, her back arched painfully her arms wrenching further as she fought,  then he pulled her down, not slowly, not easily allowing her to become used to his girth, but meanly and hard, lifting her back up as her dry cunt fought his progress and then down some more working her up and down until she grew wetter, slowly, the scar stretching, the electricity of her nerves being shredded fighting with the added agony as he filled her, opening her wide, pushing up inside her in a way her first rapist didn’t even do.  With a final shove he held her down as she screamed, her head back, her nipples high in the air banging her head backwards on the dash wishing she could pass out and be spared further suffering.  She could barely breathe, it felt like his cock was pushing into her lungs and he laughed deep and yelled.  “GODDAMN CUNT! YOU ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT!”  She was beyond words or pleading she was on fire, impaled and didn’t think it could get worse.

She was wrong.

He lifted her up and dropped her down, his hips thrusting up with a perverted grunt each time he did so, she was being beaten deep inside, blow after blow, holding her stretched open, causing her to moan helplessly, tears ran down her face and into her open mouth as she drooled when screams were no longer possible.  He would lift her higher and higher until she’d feel the bulbous, misshapen head of his monster prick pop sloppily from her bleeding cunt, only to ram back in just as suddenly for a shatteringly painful descent and the punching stop that left her unable to breath.  Her tits bounced obscenely in her rapist’s view and he would shove his bearded face into them and bite her tender flesh so hard she felt like he was trying to cannibalize her as well as rape her. 

Mid way through this internal beating he stopped and lifted her head and she saw him lift an empty beer bottle from a cup holder and put it in his mouth coating it with his spit, then he stuck it to her lips and told her to suck it.  She was sweating, her body trembling sickly, weakly, as she did what he told her too then the bottle disappeared from her sight until she felt it again, wet and cold at her asshole.  She looked up into his face and mouthed the word “no”, but felt renewed burning pain as he shoved the bottle into her virgin asshole while she was still speared helplessly on his fat cock.  She bucked weakly, exhaustion and pain made her spasm, and shiver as wave after wave of pain filled her.  He rammed the bottle in her ass and ground his hips upward.  His breath was becoming more harsh, he let the bottle go and it slipped from her sodomized ass as he dug his hands into her waist, ramming her harder and harder, pounding her mercilessly, groaning and grunting and moaning his pleasure as he stabbed her deeper and deeper, her body beyond pain, dripping with sweat and quivering as he came inside her. 

“YEAH BABY, Take it all whore, take it all you fucking rape toy.  God what a ride!, yeah baby, take this, and this and this, Hurt Bitch?  This hurt?  Come on bitch, answer me, this hurt worse then the other guy?!”

Her head rolled back, her mouth formed the answer, “yes” over and over and it must have pleased him, he was laughing and his cock deflated slowly inside her as it completed filling her and she fell exhausted, her body beaten and bruised inside, her tits raw and bitten, she sobbed her agony into her rapist’s furry shoulder and her rubbed her back and rocked her in a mocking gesture of comfort.  He lifted her head and kissed her unresisting mouth long and almost lovingly, and slid himself out of her bleeding hole and lifted her off his lap.

He eyed her for a long time in the moonlight., then opened the back of his sleeper cab and lifted her aching body up and laid her on the bed inside.  Her arms still tied. A chain fastened around her neck, held her to the softer surface.  She was terrified, but unable to resist the black call of unconsciousness as she heard him say….

“Five more days on the road with old Ollie, wonder if you’ll be around for all of them….hope so.”

Little did Dave know this seemingly innocent behavior was going to change his life forever. Rachel’s best friend was Maddie, a wise-beyond-her-years girl who was maturing early. As the baby of the family, Maddie’s parents had always spoiled her rotten and she led a privileged life. The private school, the latest fashions, the coolest toys; she wanted for nothing. Maddie was a very smart kid too and was labeled “precocious” at a very young age – some even said she had a devious streak in her. She also always seemed to get her way – even around adults.

One evening Dave came home from the gym to find Rachel and Maddie playing video games while his wife cooked dinner. He exchanged a few jokes and mildly suggestive comments with the girls (you two are going to be heartbreakers you know, any boyfriends yet, etc.), kissed his wife in the kitchen and went off to take a shower.

Dave got out of the shower and was toweling off his face and hair when he felt his wife grab his penis. He good naturedly told her to “let go or I won’t be responsible for what happens.” Though surprised she didn’t let go immediately he continued drying off. When he put the towel down his surprise turned to shock when he saw it wasn’t his wife at all but Rachel’s friend Maddie holding on to his cock.

Before Dave could tell her to let go and push her away Maddie squeezed his prick and whispered: “Don’t do anything or I’ll scream. Your wife will never believe you!”

Dave was speechless. “The little bitch was right he thought. What the hell am I going to do?” Despite the awkwardness of the situation his cock had started to harden while Maddie pulled and rubbed it.

“I told Rachel she needed to keep playing the video game while I looked for some “cheats” on-line. I’ve only seen my dad’s penis when he was changing clothes before” said Maddie sweetly. “My sister said they grow if you touch them and I just want to see how big one gets. Then I’ll leave.”

Feeling trapped, Dave could only nod meekly as Maddie continued to stroke his shaft. The main thought going through his mind was a terrifying “what if my wife comes in here?!” Even so, he was oddly excited by the forbidden nature of the encounter. At an above average 8.5” in length and very thick, his erect member looked enormous in Maddie’s small hand. Although he was trying to ignore the little vixen Dave did notice her eyes widen when his cock was at full attention. His was nothing like the “normal” representations in the school health class films. After a bit Dave felt the first stirrings of an orgasm and warned Maddie if she didn’t stop soon he was going to cum all over the place. Maddie let go right away but an impartial observer would have seen the distinct look of curiosity on her face. Next, to Dave’s amazement, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, bent down and quickly snapped a picture of herself kissing the head of Dave’s still erect cock. Dave made a grab for the phone but Maddie was too quick and skipped out of the room with a quick “see ya later Mr. Holt.” Dave was in no condition to chase after her either.

After Dave’s raging hard-on had subsided he got dressed and went about his business the rest of the evening, all the while vowing to keep a closer eye on the pubescent witch-in-training.

The next afternoon there was a knock at the door and Dave opened it to see Maddie and another girl he hadn’t met before. “Rachel’s at the library doing homework” said Dave curtly.

“We know,” the girls giggled and Maddie had the audacity to wink at him. In a soft voice Maddie said: “I told Betty I could show her a grown-up penis for $10.”

“You need to go home right now” said Dave, his voice rising in anger.

“But Mr. Holt, what would happen if I showed my parents that picture of you? You know the one, right?”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“Not at all Mr. Holt. And don’t believe I won’t do it either!”

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re doing this.” Not knowing what else to do, Dave let them inside and closed the door.

Once inside Dave said: “let’s get this over with quickly and you can get the hell out.” He started to unzip his fly but Maddie told him he had to be naked just like the day before. “I promised Betty she could see the whole package.”

“This is fucking embarrassing” thought Dave as he disrobed in front of the gawking girls. “I’m being blackmailed by a punk kid barely out of a training bra!”

Once he was standing naked in front of them, Maddie and Betty came over and Maddie grabbed his cock. And, just like the day before, it responded. “It’s not that big now but watch what happens” Maddie told Betty as she stroked and pulled. Sure enough, in no time Dave’s member was at full attention again. “See what I mean?” Betty gave a nod and stared wide eyed at the huge, throbbing cock. Maddie told her to take over sliding her hand up and down the shaft while she started fondling Dave’s balls. “I found some pictures on the Internet last night after my parents went to bed” she explained. “Let’s see what happens if we don’t stop this time. Don’t move Mr. Holt.” By this time the double-handed stimulation had clouded his mind and he closed his eyes and groaned as he felt his balls contract and he shot a huge wad across the room. Betty squealed in surprise and Maddie continued the handjob until Dave had nothing left and every drop was squeezed from his cock. Standing in the foyer totally spent, he didn’t even care at that moment when Betty used Maddie’s phone to take a couple more incriminating pictures. As Dave was recovering Maddie reminded him: “You know what I can do with these pictures don’t you?” Then she and Betty walked primly out the front door with a “see you tomorrow.”

End of part one . . .

I had very little social life, and when I got horny I would hang out in the bars of fine downtown hotels hoping to meet a successful business man, or at least have a one-nighter with one.

About a year ago, I was working late and decided to hit a bar and see if I could get lucky. I hadn’t been laid in almost two months and I was hornier than hell. I left the office a little after 8pm. It was late September and already getting dark. I got into my Honda Accord and cruised a few blocks to the Four Seasons. I found a place in the lot just a short walk from the hotel and shut off the car. I was checking my make-up in the mirror when a conversion van parked in the space next to mine. It was white with gold pinstripes and the windows were darkly tinted making it impossible to see inside. It was almost full dark now and nobody exited the van, making me nervous. I slid over to the passenger side and exited through the passenger door so my car was between me and the van. (Better safe than sorry) I looked at the van and detected no movement. I spun on my heels and half walked - half ran to the hotel.

I made my way to the bar and, damn the luck, it was almost totally void of customers. The only patrons in the place were two old codger business types who barely took the time to ogle. I sat at the bar and ordered a screwdriver. I told myself to take it easy as it looked like I would be driving home tonight. Maybe one more after this and then get something to eat. I hadn’t eaten since noon and I was famished.

I asked the bartender to turn on the news channel and removed my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. About half way through my drink I noticed out of the corner of my eye that somebody else had entered the bar and was standing one seat away from me. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and told the bartender he would like to buy the young lady a drink if she would accept.

I heard him order and thought he might be drunk as his speech sounded slurred. The bartender stood in front of me and conveyed the man’s desire to buy me a drink. I accepted. When the bartender set my fresh drink before me I spun my stool around to thank my benefactor.

I drew in a sharp breath as I raised my glass to the stranger and our eyes met. He was a big man, about 6’4” tall with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He was nicely dressed but he was hideous looking. His head was badly misshapen and bald reminding me of that character Shrek. His face was scarred on the right side causing the corner of his mouth to droop on that side. His right nostril was almost completely shut and his right eye was red and watery looking.

I was able to maintain my composure as I thanked him for the drink and then turned away from him to watch the news. After about ten minutes, I heard the stranger ask for another drink and offer to buy another one for me. I was only halfway done with my present drink and didn’t want to feel obligated to converse with this hideous creature, so I spun on my stool and told him I had to go after this one, holding up my half finished drink to show him I wasn’t ready for one anyway. I then excused myself and headed for the restroom area.

When I got into the ladies room I laughed quietly out loud. Imagine me and Shrek out there hooking up, I snickered to myself. What a Beauty and the Beast story that would make. I was warming to the liquor and didn’t really want to leave, but there was no way I was going to spend the evening talking to that ogre. I would drive closer to home and have a couple more drinks nearer to my apartment. I checked my make-up in the mirror and ran a brush through my hair. Perfect, I smiled to myself and exited the ladies room.

I went back to the bar and hurriedly finished my drink. I shrugged into my jacket, nodded to the stranger, and offered another mumbled thanks before exiting the bar. As I made my way through the hotel lobby my head started to swim. I must have drank that second drink too fast I thought to myself, remembering that I hadn’t eaten since noon. I exited the hotel and made my way through the parking lot to my car. My head was swimming and my eyes were having a hard time focusing. I reached my car and fumbled in my purse for my keys. Damn, you should have had them in your hand already, I admonished myself. I found my keys but couldn’t seem to get one into the lock. I dropped them and bent over to pick them up. Suddenly the world went black and I could feel myself falling backwards. The last memory I had was a pair of hands catching me before I hit the pavement.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to I was lying on my back and we were moving. I waited for my head to clear and realized I couldn’t move my arms. I raised my head and noticed a thick leather belt around my midsection, my hands manacled to it at my sides. My legs were spread eagle and fastened to the sides of the van, a piece of duct tape over my mouth. Unable to move, I tried to scream. All that came out was a high pitched hum behind the tape. I heard a voice from the drivers seat say rather casually, “Relax, we still have a way to go.” The voice sounded slurred and recognition came to me in a rush. I had been kidnapped by Shrek. I struggled against my bonds but it was no use. I couldn’t move any of my extremities more than an inch or so. I tried to see out the windows but saw nothing. No trees, no buildings, nothing. I couldn’t even tell if it was night or day because of the tinted windows. Again my memory came rushing back. The van in the hotel parking lot!

I lay there asking myself why. Did somebody pay to have me kidnapped. Not too many people liked me, but would anybody go this far? Was it random? My stomach growled from hunger and my throat felt dry. How long has it been since I left the bar? I dozed off again. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up when I felt the van stop. I heard a creaking noise outside and tried to scream again. Another high pitched hum. The van began moving again and then stopped about a minute later. I heard the driver get out and then the back doors opened. Sun poured in and I squinted my eyes. Daylight!! How far had we driven and where the hell was I?

He freed my ankles, then grabbed them and dragged me out of the van until my ass was at the tailgate. He grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright. I was right. It was Shrek. “Welcome home,” he said with a lopsided smile.

We were in a garage with the overhead door wide open. There was a beautiful home about a half a mile away surrounded by a well manicured lawn. The house seemed to be perfectly centered on the lawn. The property was surrounded by a wall which was surrounded by woods on all sides. I saw animals in the distance running about the property. At first I thought they were horses but then realized they were dogs. Dobermans! About a dozen that I could count. It all seemed so peaceful.

I was pulled from my reverie by his slurred voice. “My name is John,” the Shrek thing said, stepping in front of me. “I’m going to take the tape off of your mouth in a second. If you scream, no one will hear you, and your reward will be a new piece of tape. Do you like the taste of duct tape?” he asked.

I shook my head no.

“Good, let’s see how well you listen.” He grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off.

I felt a terrible sting as the tape was ripped from my mouth. “”You lousy son-of-a…“ WHACK, the side of my face went numb and my head rocked backwards.

“You’re in no position to get ugly young lady, you will learn manners and obedience. What’s your name?”

“Gina” I spat out, tears running down my cheeks.

“Very good Gina. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He helped me to my feet and led me to a work bench in the garage. “Do I need to manacle your feet Gina or are you feeling cooperative?”

“I’ll cooperate,” I replied, not seeing any other option. He opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a very sharp looking knife with a six inch blade. I froze, tears running down my cheeks. I begged him not to kill me.

“I’m not a killer Gina,” he said cordially. “Now stand real still so there isn’t an accident. He bent over and I felt the blade of the knife against my skin as he shoved it under my pant leg at the ankle. I closed my eyes and heard a soft tearing sound as he slit my pants from ankle to hip. He went to the other side and did the same. My pants fell to the ground leaving me in the red silk panties I had worn in hopes of getting lucky the night before. I felt a blush rising on my skin but he didn’t seem to notice. Two quick flicks of the knife blade and my panties joined my pants on the floor. He pulled my blouse out from under the thick leather belt and unbuttoned it. A couple more cuts with the knife and my blouse floated to the floor behind me, joining my pants and panties. He finally cut my bra straps and pulled it from my chest. My tits sprang forward in all their glory.

He stepped back, my bra still in one hand, the knife in the other. He looked me up and down and whistled. “You are probably the finest young woman I’ve ever seen outside of magazine.” he said admiringly. He dropped the bra and took one of my breasts in the palm of his hand, hefting it as if trying to guess it’s weight. He circled around behind me and gave me a gentle shove between the shoulder blades forcing me to bend forward. In spite of all that had happened, my body was betraying me as I felt a drop of my own pussy juice running down my leg. His hands were probing my ass cheeks and then I felt one of his long thick fingers push easily into my sopping wet vagina. He moved his finger out and in a few times and my body quaked with an explosive orgasm. My knees buckled and I felt his hands go to my hips, holding me up.

“Why are you doing this and what do you want with me? I asked, my voice quivering.

“I like to make love to beautiful women,” he replied. “Unfortunately, beautiful woman no longer want to make love to me because of this,” he said, pointing to his face. “Ironically, it was a beautiful woman who supposedly loved me that caused my disfigurement. She’s rotting in prison for the next forty years but that doesn’t give me my looks back. I have taken you as my bride.”

“You mean your sex slave.” I interrupted.

“You can call yourself my wife, my sex slave, or my hostage. I don’t care. I am going to remove the belt now and release your arms. It is useless to try and get away, though I don’t doubt you’ll try it at least once.”

He undid the leather belt from behind and my arms fell forward under the weight. He pulled a key from his pocket and undid my wrists one at a time using his knee to support the weight of the belt. When I was freed I rubbed my wrist to get the circulation going. He opened a small refrigerator that was sitting on the workbench and handed me a Snickers bar and a can of Diet Pepsi. “This should hold you until we can get some food into you. I hungrily gobbled the candy bar and drank the Diet Pepsi down in huge gulps. When I finished he put his huge hand on the back of my neck and said simply, “C’mon.”

We walked out of the garage and he turned to shut the overhead door. Seizing the opportunity, I made a beeline for the house screaming at the top of my lungs. I was hoping somebody would be there to save me from this maniac. John let out a shrill whistle and I was immediately surrounded by a dozen growling Doberman’s. One nipped at my thigh puncturing the skin. I fell to the ground and curled up in a naked ball expecting to be torn to shreds. When I opened my eyes, to my amazement, the dogs were sitting quietly in a circle surrounding me.

John came forward laughing. He walked through the circle of Dobermans and picked me up by the waist as if I weighed no more than a rag doll. “Rule number one Gina. When I’m on the property I need only whistle and these dogs will bring anything to bay, man or critter. If you freeze or drop to the ground, they will simply surround you and wait for my command. If you had continued to run, they would have brought you down. And Gina, just so you know, if you’re outside the perimeter of the house when I’m not around, they will tear you to pieces.”

“Now let’s get to the house. By the way Gina, you were running in the right direction. That house is mine, and yours too now. You are welcome to enjoy all the amenities and live the life of Riley or you can fight it and be miserable. It’s your choice.”

“My thighs bleeding,” I said, holding up my leg for him to see.

“That must’ve been Buster,” John said nonchalantly. “He gets a little overzealous. Let’s get to the house and Paula can take a look at it."

So we continued on to the house. John leading, me in all my glorious nakedness, following.

Paula???

Larry was her step dad and he was a hulking black man.  He was a monster compared to Jackie’s mom and had always creeped Jackie out.  Larry was just one of the reasons Jackie had always lived with her dad, not to mention her mom was a nut case.  Now she was living in his house for who knows how long till she was able to figure out what to do.  And to make it worse she had to sleep on the couch since there weren’t any extra beds in the house.  She had slept on the couch for two weeks and still there was no end in sight to where she was going to go and what she was going to do.  Living with her Mom, Larry, and step brother, David wasn’t too bad.  But Larry was still intimidating as hell and creepy.  She just figured it was her being paranoid and didn’t think about it really.  She thought more about how she was 25, had a mediocre job, and now had no where to live.

Jackie went to sleep tonight knowing she finally had a day off and everyone would be at work and school all day…so it came as a shock when something large and heavy fell across her stomach knocking the wind out of her and a large hand was clamped over her mouth.  All she could see was a bald black head next to her face as she heard Larry whisper in her ear “It’s just you and me Jackie, no one will be home for a long time.”  It was only then that she could tell that Larry was naked sprawled across her holding her down.  She was helpless in his grip, unable to take a deep breath let alone let a scream out.   “It’s been a long 14 years watching you grow up.  And now that I have you we are going to enjoy ourselves.”  With that said he used his free hand to rip the tank top from her body revealing her exposed breasts.  He quickly gave a small twist to her nipple causing a squeak of pain to escape through the massive hand covering her mouth.  “You don’t like that?”  With a smirk Larry did the same to her other nipple eliciting the same reaction.  Looking up into his eyes Jackie saw pure lust.  She knew what was going to happen to her.  Looking down into eyes imploring him to stop and have mercy Larry tried to rip the pajama bottoms from his step daughter.  His first try only caused Jackie to jerk to the side violently.  On the third yank the bottoms ripped away leaving a black thong and some would be bruises from the violent tugging Jackie had endured as Larry stripped her.  Larry looked down at the milky whiteness of his stepdaughter’s body.  Her stomach was shaking from the fear and panic coursing through her body.  Larry reached down to her panties and started rubbing her pussy.  Jackie started to cry through gritted eyes and willed her body to get away.  She pushed and struggled against Larry and his weight to no avail.  He continued past her panties and invaded her womanhood.  He did this for an agonizing long time which was only a few minutes.  At this point Larry shifted his weight and Jackie could feel his dick against her thigh.  Larry held on more tightly as Jackie struggled once again under him.  He quickly made a very quick jab to her stomach causing her to release all the air in her lungs as he released her mouth and leaned into a quick slap to Jackie’s face.  “If you don’t scream I am going to hurt you.”  Before she could react to this statement Larry hit her again.  “Just remember I’m not messing around.”  With that Jackie lay under Larry and started bawling.  Larry reached between Jackie's legs and ripped the thong away completely exposing her pussy.  He pushed her legs apart and positioned his cock before her pussy.  “This is how I fuck you mom you little whore.”  Larry violently plunged his dick into the fresh pussy below him and fucked away.  Jackie cried and closed her eyes turning her head until Larry grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her face forward.  “Open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you” After a sharp slap to both her cheeks she opened her eyes and gasped as she saw Larry writhing on top of her.  Breathing heavily into her face was making Jackie sick.  Having his dick sliding in and out of her was excruciatingly embarrassing and uncomfortable.  She couldn’t understand why Larry would do this to her.  He was raping her and she couldn’t stop him.  She cried even harder when she realized her body had naturally started fucking Larry back.  She was involuntarily responding and becoming aroused.  Her legs had opened wider and pulled up to her chest more to allow the body on top of her better access.  Larry pushed himself onto her more and quickened his pace as he pushed in and out of her throbbing pussy.  She couldn’t even cry anymore when Larry pumped into her for the last few times violently plunging into her one last time.  She felt his cum fill her deep inside as Larry said “Feels good to cum inside you”  Sliding in and out of her one last time Jackie thanked god he was done.  Only to have him pull out and position his dick over her lips.  As the head was pushed to her lips Jackie accepted the entire length into her mouth.  She kept her eyes open to make sure Larry wouldn’t hit her again.  She could taste cum and sweat and dirt on the dick in her mouth.  She did this for 5 minutes until she could feel the shaft start to harden again.  She cringed inside thinking she was going to have this dick inside her again.  Speeding up she licked his dick dickhead furiously and pumped her hand up the shaft hoping to make Larry come before he could fuck her again.  Before she could even begin Larry pulled away from her face and grabbed her by the arm and waist.  He flipped her onto her stomach forcing her onto her hands and knees.  Jackie felt even more helpless after being man handled this way.  She was completely in his control.  She felt his dick against her pussy lips only to feel a finger and spit fall onto her exposed asshole.  “Please no!  NO NO NO!”  “Shut up bitch” And a punch landed against the back of her head causing pain and a second of confusion.  “If you yell again I’ll rip you apart!”  This growl froze Jackie.  She looked straight ahead as more spit and a finger invaded her virgin asshole.  After 60 seconds of this she felt his dick at the opening.  Slowly her body opened little by little.  It was a race for her body to open and allow him to enter so he could eventually finish and get away from her battered body.  She willed her asshole to open and allow him entree.  He pressed his way in slowly and after a time was in his entire length.  Jackie felt stuffed and humiliated as Larry started to slowly fuck her ass.  He wasn’t gentle about it and she felt every time he moved inside of her.  He had his entire weight on her body as he fucked away.  When he came he pushed into her so hard she though he had split her asshole open.  Pulling out Larry pulled her back and watched his cum drip out of her gaping asshole. 

First time….More to come?...

Mark pretty much gave her as much attention as he could, but  his class was going out of town to a convention as part of his education.  He left her plenty of food in her dog dish and plenty of water.  She sadly watched him leave to go on his trip, but was happy when he promised to bring her some goodies back with him.

That night,  Melissa lay under the blanket on her futon "doggy bed".  Since she never went out, few people even knew she was there.  She was missing her brother, crying as she went to sleep.

Melissa awoke to the sound of breaking glass.  She ran out into the living room, only to see there was a burglar.  Unsure what to do, she began barking like a dog, knowing that would surely get him to go away.  She did not know why he was smiling at her, since she was a guard dog and he should be running.

She felt him reach over and grab her by the hair.  "So you think you're a dog, eh?" he said, amused.  He clapped a hand around er butt and slid a finger up between her legs.  She felt herself getting wet involuntarily.  "Let's see if you fuck like a dog, then."  He pushed her down to the floor on her hands and knees, dropping his pants.  He forced himself into her from behind.  He rammed his cock into her for ten minutes, sending her body into convulsions.  When he finished with her, he shoved her aside and finished filling this bag full of Mark's belongings.

She just lay there, watching him, until he grabbed her collar and dragged her out behind him.  "I can use a dog like you," he said, grabbing her wrist and shoving her out onto the fire escape.  She stood naked there, held forcefully by the burglar.  She felt extremely vulnerable and feared she would fall. She clung to the man for balance and he helped her down the stairs and down to a van.  The sight of it reminded her of the van she had been in when she first woke to her life as a dog.  Her pussy quivered in anticipation of what would happen next.

Arriving at the man's small basement apartment across town, he shoved her down the stairs and into the small flat.  He pushed her onto the bed that lay in the middle of the room.  Spreading her legs, he slid into her and fucked her. She allowed him to do as he wished; after all, she was his dog now. 

  He let go of her, and she turned around and saw him. The only thing she could focus on was his eyes; they were dark brown, almost black and so intense. She slowly started backing up until she bumped into her bed. He walked up to her, and in his right hand she saw he had a knife. Her heart started racing, and as she went to scream, he quickly pressed the tip of the knife against her lips. She remained silent. He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her head back. Then he slowly guided the knife down her neck, and then to her chest. He traced the knife along the outside of her bra all the way up to the strap. Then with a tilt of the knife, he cut it and then he proceeded to cut the other strap.

  He dropped the knife onto the bed, and pulled down her bra, exposing her breast and her hard nipples. Angela had a nice natural tan, and her nipples were a dark tan color. He shoved her down onto the bed, and then knelt down on the bed and with both of his hands he pushed her skirt up to her waist. “Please” Angela pleaded as she started to cry. He stared into her eyes, and then formed a sinister smile. “Shhh Don ’t cry now. You just need to relax and enjoy it”. He then put his head between her legs and started sniffing her pink, satin panties, she smelled so good to him. She was afraid, but there was a small part of her that was excited at the same time. He slowly pulled off her panties and then spread her nice long legs.

He started rubbing her clit slowly but hard, and then he slid in two of his fingers into her pussy. Angela’s pussy was nice, warm and tight. She grabbed a hold of her sheet with both of her hands and clenched them into fists. She couldn’t believe how nice it felt, and the more he fingered her pussy, the wetter she became. There was no hiding how excited she was now. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She threw her head back down against the bed, not understanding how this could possibly feel so good to her. She feared this stranger, but she wanted him at the same time too.

  He took his fingers out of her; they were dripping with her juices, and then forced them into her mouth. “Suck on them you whore. I’m going to give you something else to suck on in a minute”. As Angela sucked on his fingers, he started unbuttoning his jeans. He positioned himself on top of Angela’s chest and then pulled out his cock. It seemed so big to her. “Open your mouth” he commanded. She shook her head in refusal, and he quickly slapped her. She cried out in pain, but he only slapped her again, harder this time. She still refused to open her mouth. He reached behind him and grabbed the knife that he had dropped on the bed earlier. Putting the knife against her neck he commanded her to open her mouth once again. Her blue eyes were wide and full of fear, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, and let him put his cock inside.

  He started fucking her mouth slowly, but going in deep to where it was hard for her to breath. “Do you like having my dick in your mouth?” he asked. “Answer me you cunt!” She knew she’d better respond with a yes, so she nodded her head. “I thought you would” he said smiling down at her. He withdrew his dick from her mouth and got off her chest. He just knelt there on the bed staring at her with cold eyes. Angela’s body began to shake again. He then spread her legs wide, and positioned himself between them. Her legs were shaking as he grabbed a hold of her waist. He then rammed his hard cock quickly inside her pussy. Her pussy tried to resist him, but with each thrust his cock went deeper inside her until he was hitting up against her cervix.

  Angela screamed out from the pain, and he put his hand over her mouth. She could feel his cock tearing into her pussy. The pain was overwhelming, and she reached up for him and dug her nails into his back as she continued to scream. This only made him thrust his cock in and out faster and harder. After a few minutes the pain seemed to have lessened and she found herself wrapping her legs around him, trying to push him deeper inside her. Her nails were digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast. She started to scream out again as she felt the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced. He quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy and climbed on top of her stomach and shot his cum all over her breast and her lips. Angela couldn’t resist licking her lips to taste him.

  After a minute, he got up off of her and then zipped up his pants. He leaned in close to Angela’s face and whispered in her ear “Now I know you are going to be a good little whore and keep this a secret, and if you are lucky, I’ll be back”. He smiled at her, and then walked away and left. Angela laid there on her bed trying to grasp what had just happened, but all she could think was, she wanted more.

On a recent evening, at the end of a couple of hours of strenuous sexual abuse and play, he had Mari on her knees, her wrists bound behind her, sucking his cock, while Charlie was behind her, sporadically whipping her tight ass, encouraging her to do a better job of sucking cock. It was a perfect scene of Jake. He was enjoying her beautiful mouth on his cock while she was bound and helpless, and he could watch her being whipped. A real turn on.

Soon there was a new surprise for Mari, however. Jake had taken his wife to a local steak house for dinner. They were enjoying wine, fine food, and a stimulating conversation. Their conversations seemed always to drift to her sexual slavery, and recent events in which she was used as a sex slave by him or Charlie. These conversations were exciting and a turn on for both Jake and Mari.

“Are getting used to being tortured and fucked by Charlie”, Jake asked.

“Yes, I think so. I love you, Jake. But, I guess it excites me to be helpless, being taken and tormented, not being able to control what happens to me. I guess I have to admit being made to submit to Charlie is exciting. I don’t know how to explain it, but, I suppose in a real sense, being a bound sex slave is liberating. I know that sounds strange, but it is. I guess I was really born to be a slave.”

Jake smiled, then he added another tangent to this conversation. “Well, I’m glad you like your what happening, Sweet Slave, because I am adding a new element.”

Mari remained silent, awaiting her husbands words on this new addition to her slavery.

“Next Friday Charlie’s birthday. He has been a very good friend all these years. I know he is quite taken by you and your slavery to me, and of course to him. Sooo…, I am going to give you to him, for the evening, for his birthday present.”

Mari registered surprise, but held her tongue.

“I am going to let Charlie take you to a location he chooses. He will have you naked, bound, and all to himself. I will not be there. You will be on your own with him”, Jake affirmed.

Mari responded, “But…er…I…have never been…away from you. You have always been there to…a…protect…me. What do I do?”

Jake smiled as he kissed her hand. “You just do what you are told, and what you have been trained to do. I don’t see the problem, and I am sure Charlie is going to really like having you to himself. Let’s face it. This is the next step in your slavery.”

They talked about it a little more before they left the restaurant, but in the end, the plan remained the same. Mari would be Charlie Bradly’s birthday present.

Friday came. She spent the late afternoon preparing herself for the evening, or night with Charlie. Mari had no idea how long Charlie would hold her prisoner. After her make up and hair was done, as instructed, she put on a black garter belt, smoke hose, and black patent leather heels. The heel on these shoes was at least four inches high, maybe more. They were the tallest high heels she had. She went into the family room where Jake was waiting. He was impressed by her. To him, she was the most erotic woman in the world.

After making her pose for him, he locked black leather wrist cuffs on her, and locked them behind her back. A black leather strap was used to bind her elbows together behind her back As a final touch, he locked a black leather collar around her neck, attaching a black leather leash to the collar. He knew by dressing her this way, Charlie would be more aroused, and would tend to be more strict and exact in his whipping and torments of Mari.

Charlie Bradly arrived at the appointed time. He was stunned at Mari’s beauty and costume. The bulge in his trouser attested to the fact he was turned on by what he saw. From the hall closet Jake produced a black satin cape. He placed the cape around her shoulders, buttoning it down the front. The hem of the cape came down to a few inches above her knees. Jake did not button any buttons below her hips. This insured that she would be showing a lot a fantastic nylon covered leg as she walked. He also made sure there would be some cleavage showing at the top of the cape. With her breasts pushed out, due to her elbow bondage, there was a lot of delightful cleavage Mari never felt so helpless and exposed in her adult life. Charlie was a man possessed.

Jake walked her out to Charlie’s car. He put her in the front passenger seat while Charlie got behind the steering wheel. Her satin cape slid open, revealing her legs and thighs, nearly to her pussy.

Jake looked over at Charlie, and asked, “My Friend, do you want her cape open so you can see and fondle her tits and pussy, or would you like it closed?”

Charlie leered at Mari and replied, “I have tinted windows in this car. No one can really see in here. Soooo…, I want her displayed, so let’s unbutton her cape.”

“Good choice”, answered Jake.

He then unbuttoned her cape, and pulled it open exposing her beautiful body from her neck to her ankles. Her breasts were prominent due to the leather strap wound her elbows. She was magnificent. As a final touch, Jake locked the seat belt on her.

Charlie interjected, “Hey, I want to make this a little more interesting. Let’s put these little devils on her tits.

He produced a sent of spring loaded clothes pins. The two pins were connected by a short delicate steel chain. Charlie teased her left nipple until it was hard. She moaned as he clamped the cloths pin on that nipple. Then he repeated the same with her right nipple. Again the pain in her breasts. Of all the torments she withstood, clamps on the nipples were the hardest. She supposed that was because her nipples were so sensitive.

Now she observed the reason for the short connecting chain. When the pins are complete clamped on her nipples, the chain was taught, with each pin pulling on the other. When Charlie fondled one breast, the nipple clamp on that breast was connected to the other nipple, consequently, both nipples were tormented at the same time. Even when he was not fondling her breasts, there was a tension on her nipples from the clamping of them, and the pulling of the short chain between the cloths pins. Mari could even see how when she walked, the jiggling of her unbridled breasts would cause the pins and chain to pull at her nipples. It was a devilish arrangement. Jake was pleased.

“Mari, my love, I want you to show my friend an excellent time tonight. Obey him implicitly, and give him the best birthday a man ever had”, Jake instructed her.

Mari turned her head to Jake, and kissed him. She whispered, “I love you. I’ll try to not let you down.”

Jake kissed her again as he gave her breast a squeeze, which pulled on the nipple of the other breast.. He closed the car door and Charlie started the car. The evening had started.

As they drove down the street, Charlie and Mari were quiet. Finally Mari asked, “What are you going to do to me? Please don‘t be too cruel.”

“Well”, he replied, “I am going to enjoy you. I love having you to myself, so I am going to take full advantage of it. You know you will always be helpless, and you know I will whip and torture you. I guess I will being trying to fuck you silly. If you are a good little slave, and obey me, completely, trying to make me happy, then the evening will go a little easier for you. Disobey, or refuse to do what I say, will bring harsh punishment for you. But you know that.”

Mari grew quiet. She replied, “Yes, I know that. I promise I will be a good slave. I will obey you. Please…, don‘t be two rough on me.” Charlie just smiled.

As they drove along, he looked over at Mari. The street lights were casting light on her and her exposed body. He could see the clamps on her breasts jiggle as the car crossed a rough piece of pavement. Her flat belly and magnificent thighs were almost too much to believe. He cautioned himself. He had to force himself to concentrate on driving, and less on her. She was absolutely too distracting.

Unable to resist, Charlie, for the first time since they got in the car, reached out and started to fondle her tormented breasts, and eventually making her open her nylon covered legs, allowing him to delve in her cunt. In a few moments, she was aroused as her breathing quickened, in spite of the torment of her nipples. The fact was that the pain in her breasts was being transmitted to her pussy, heating of that precious facility.

Charlie moved his hand back to her flat belly, instructing her, “Turn to me, and lean over so I can play with your right tit.”

Without thinking, Mari turned her naked body towards Charlie, and leaned towards him to make it easier for his to fondle her right breast. When she realized what she had done, and how she had cooperated in her enslavement and torment, she understood that she was in fact a slave. There was no question in her mind about obeying Charlie. Being a sex slave came natural to her, and there was mixed feelings in this realization. Even as she thought about this dilemma, her pussy was growing more and more moist with lustful excitement.

Charlie smiled, “Yeah, you are one hot slave lady, and this will be the best birthday I ever had!”

Charlie drove across town, to an aging Holiday Inn. He chose this motel because of the way the old Holiday Inns were constructed. There was a curious anomaly in the design of these motels In the doorway between the bedroom, or sleeping area, and the bathroom was a curious thing. The door was about eight feet high. At just over seven feet high, there was an exposed cross piece, a 2X4 cross piece built into the door way. There was no obvious reason for this. He often wondered if the designer was a practitioner of Bondage and Discipline. This cross piece was perfect for suspended a slave, with her hands stretched high over her head to be whipped. There was enough width to the doorway to walk around a bound and stretched slave, so the “Master” could whip any part of her exposed and stretched body. A curious bit of construction.

Charlie parked the car across the parking lot from the room he rented. He got out of his car, extracting a rather large brief case, filled with items of bondage and torment. He came around to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and helped Mari out of the car. As she turned to get out, the cape was open, and she was fully exposed. She was very nervous, looking about to see if any one could see her nakedness.

Quickly, Charlie closed the cape, and connected some buttons. Like Jake, he left quite a few undone. When she walked, she was flashing a lot of her fabulous nylon covered legs. Her breasts were nearly exposed. At least she was covered enough to not violate any decency laws, but she was in danger of crossing that moral line. There was an added discomfort for Mari in this scene. Charlie left the chained nipple clamps on her breasts. When he covered them with the cape, the fabric was pressing down on the clamps, adding to the pain in her nipples and breasts. She was glad it was dark.

He escorted her across the darkened parking lot. She suspected that he parked a distance from the room to subject her to this exposure. Walking in her very high heels, her breasts were jiggling, causing more irritation from the nipple clamps. It seemed that there was always some way to torment or excite her. It seemed as if she had no control over her body and its responses.

As they approached the room he rented, they walked past an older couple unloading luggage from their car. The old man was awestruck by Mari. He was so taken by her, and her appearance, that he dropped his suitcase on his wife’s foot! Charlie quickly escorted her away before the enraged wife assaulted her husband for ogling Mari. Both Mari and Charlie had a laugh over this.

Once in the room, Charlie was quick to remove Mari’s cape. He wanted her naked. He grabbed her, pulling her to his body, and kissed her. He clamped nipples and breasts were being pressed against his body. He harder he hugged her, the more her nipples and breasts were being tormented.

Finally, he released her, and had her pose for him as he removed his clothing. His cock was rigid, and Charlie was really turned on by the situation he found himself in. It was delicious.

He reached in his brief case and produced a penis gag. Mari let out a sigh as she opened her mouth. He pushed the gag deep in its warm confines. Using the attached leather strap, he locked the gag deep in her mouth.

“We have to make sure the neighbors can’t hear the delightful sounds you might make”, he chuckled.

Again, Charlie, with his arm around her waist and his rigid cock pressed against her belly, pulled her too him. He hand went to her tormented breast. Slowly, he removed the nipple clamp from her left nipple. The pain was tremendous. She moaned and screamed into her gag. Just as she was absorbing the pain, he removed the clamp from the other nipple. Mari buried her head in his chest as she again screamed into her gag. As she stood there, dealing with the temporary pain in her nipples and breasts, she thought, ’Charlie was right. It is a good thing that I am gagged. Someone would have heard me, and called the cops!’

Charlie brought her face up to his, and kissed her gagged mouth, and the tears from her eyes. “Damn, Lady, you are the kind of woman a man would kill for.” Mari hope he would not go that far.

Pulling a length of rope from in case, he walked her over to the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom of the motel. He tied one end of the rope to her wrist cuffs, and threw the other end over the aforementioned exposed 2X4 cross piece over the door. He pulled the rope tight, until she was sharply bent at the waist, exposing her fantastic ass and beautiful thighs

He bent over and kissed each of her ass cheeks, and patted them with his hand. Using a medium flogger, he proceeded to whip Mari’s ass and thigh. Since she was tied so tightly, she could not move, or struggle very well. In a matter of a minute or two, she was crying a moaning into her gag because of the concerted whipping she was receiving. Charlie made sure the ship struck her pussy. This was one of the more severe whippings she had ever received. When he finished, and allowed her to stand, again, she was glad she was gagged. The cops would have been kicking down the door to rescue her if she had not been gagged.

Charlie did not give her much time to recover from her whipping. As she stood there, he was wrapping a length of rope, tightly, around her waist, several times, securing it there. Another piece of rope was tied to the front of the waist rope. He escorted her to the desk chair located in the room. This was like a small dining room char, with a low back. When Charlie had her sit in the chair, he raised her bound arms and wrists enough to go over the back of the char. He also ran the rope tied to her waist rope between her legs, and into the delicate folds of her cunt. When she was finally seated in the char, her arms were draped over and down the back of the char, and the “pussy” rope was pulled very tight and tied to the back of the chair. Her cunt was in serious distress.

The rope which was still tied to her wrist cuffs was pulled down, tightly, and tied off on a lower cross rung at the back of the chair. She was pinned into the chair by a rope on he wrists, pulling her shoulders back, and by a very tight painful rope running through her tormented pussy. To finish her strict bondage, Charlie tied a strand of rope to each of her nylon covered ankles. He spread her legs widely, and pulled each ankle to the back legs of the chair, securing them there with her legs spread widely, and her knees bent back to accommodate the bondage of her legs. It was now virtually impossible for her to move. She was not totally subject to Charlie’s sexual and sadistic whims. It was scary, and not a little exciting.

Charlie walked around her, inspecting he handy work. She looked awesome, and he was proud to have her this helpless and available to him. Again, he produced the medium weight flogger. Mari knew she was in for a rough time. As he inspected her, he would bring his whip down on her creamy thighs, whipping the naked portion above her nylon hose. The whip struck the tops, and the delicate soft insides of her thighs. With her legs splayed wide by her bondage, her upper legs were and easy target. His whip even slapped against her bound pussy lips.

“Sweet Slave, this will be a banner evening. I have always been fascinated by your tits. They, in a word, are magnificent. They literally beg to be tormented. Soooo…, you are mine tonight. I am going to enjoy your tits. I am going to give them a sound whipping, for the shear pleasure of doing so.” Mari closed her eyes, hoping he would be merciful. He was not.

He flicked her breasts with the whip, teasing her. Soon the lashes became more pronounced, until he was literally flogging her breasts. They would bounce and sway, and jiggle in answer to his whip. Mari tried to struggle away from the whip, but this was not to be. Her bondage was too complete and too stringent. She was going no where, and she would have to endure what ever Charlie wanted to do to her. She was jerking and crying, hot tears running down her pretty cheeks. She was a sadists dream.

Charlie stopped is whipping of Mari’s breasts for a moment, to allow her to regain her breath and composure. When he felt she was ready, he started whipping her breasts again. This time he deliberately brought his whip directly across her nipples. Mari screamed, and her nipples hardened, as if to invite the whip again. Charlie accommodated her nipples. His whip again stuck directly on her nipples, five more times.

Finally, Charlie stopped to give her a little respite. She was glad. She took this as a sign of mercy. He stood behind her, with his monstrously rigid cock renting on her shoulder. It would throb against her face cheek, the pulsing of his cock matching his heart beat. He leaned over her and grasped her abused breasts. Gently, but firmly, he squeezed and worked her breasts. They were pink and hot from the whipping she had just received. She lay her head back against him. The tears running down her face were splashing on his heated cock which was still resting against her silken cheek.

“Well, sweet slave, I am going to whip your tits some more”, he announced. Mari was shaking her head, hoping he would stop. He did not stop. He whip struck from above, attacking each breast three more times each. Mari was sobbing now. Charlie stopped the whipping. He sat down on the corner of the bed, sat there looking at his magnificent prisoner. His cock was throbbing and aching. He looked her for a moment, and got back up. Again, walking behind her, he reached over and again fondled her abused breast. His cock was against her cheek. Mari was beginning to regain her composure.

When Charlie figured she was settled down, he removed her gag. He continued to play with her breasts, as his cock continued to touch her cheek.

“Slave, I took the gag out so you could get a breath of fresh air. I am going to put it back in again and finish whipping you tits.”

“Oh, please. Don’t whip me any more, I beg of you. My breasts hurt so bad!”

Charlie smugly replied, “Well, I don’t have an answer for that. It is your fault you have such fantastic tits. They beg to be played with and tormented. I simply have to enjoy them, so the whipping will continue for a while.” His throbbing cock continued to rub the side of her pretty face, leaving a trail of pre-sum on her cheek.

“Please, Charlie. I will do anything. Please let me fuck you, play with you cock, anything to save my breasts.”

“I’m sorry, but, I can fuck you anytime I want. I can whip or play with you anytime I want. Sooo…, the one thing I wanted to do tonight was to whip you tits, and whip them I will.”

Mari turned to look up at Charlie, and in doing so her lips accidentally brushed the head of Charlie’s cock. His cock throbbed against her lips a she continued to ask for mercy. Her pretty lips were brushing the head of his cock as she talked.

“Well, I don’t have an answer. Unless you can offer me some unique form of sexual gratification, I fear the whipping will continue”, Charlie affirmed.

Mari hesitated, and then answered haltingly, “Ch..Charlie, please, show me some mercy. Let me do something.”

Charlie replied, “Well give me a suggestion.”

Mari swallowed hard, and replied, “Charlie…I don‘t know. Maybe…, please…, let me suck you cock!”

Charlie smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy the prettiest mouth on the prettiest face in this town. Soon those full sensual lips would be wrapped around his cock.

“Well, I don’t know, I was set on enjoying the whipping of your tits.”

“Please, Charlie, let me suck you cock. I’ll make it wonderful for you”, Mari begged. “Let me suck you. I’ll suck it anyway you want. Please!”

“Well…, alright. Turn your head and kiss the head of my cock.”

Mari turned her head to face Charles cock. She kissed it, and licked the head with her delicate pink tongue. His cock throbbed as she did so. Charlie walked around to in front over her, and eased himself very close, with his cock touching her lips. She opened her mouth and took his cock in to its warm confines. Her tongue was lashing the tip of his cock, making it throb even more. Charlie withstood this erotic assault of his cock for about minute or two. Just before he had a climax, he stopped Mari, and pulled his cock from her mouth.

Quickly, he released her from the chair. Her leather bonds on her wrists and elbows remain. He helped her from the chair and stood her beside the bed. He sat down in front of her.

Looking up, he could see the whip marks he had left on her breasts. That was a real turn on. He then made her kneel on the floor, in front of him, and between his knees.

“Well, it was your suggestion. Soooo…, get to it. Suck my cock, and you had better swallow all my cum. If I am not satisfied with your abilities, then back in the chair you go, and you tits will be visited by my whip”, was Charlie’s answer, and order.

Mari leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. It throbbed with her kiss. Without a question, she took his cock into her mouth and started to suck him. Charlie was lost in her beauty and her mouth. In a matter of a minute or two, he was cuming, exploding his cum into Marla’s mouth. She struggled with his cum, but was successful in swallowing it all. She continued to lick and suck his cock until it started to recede

Charlie helped her up, and onto the bed. He was lying on the bed, with Mari, still bound, turned facing him with her breasts pressed against his body. He turned to her, and started to kiss her as he fondled her well whipped breasts. Now she seemed to welcome this attention to her breasts. Mari had not cum this evening, and was in need of a good fucking. Her tortures and forced cock sucking had really turned her on. Charlie knew that.

As Charlie continued to kiss and fondle Mari, his cock rose to the occasion. In a manner of minutes, it was hard again, and had slipped between her legs, rubbing against her heated pussy. He grasped his cock, and forced it into her cunt. She groaned deeply at this phallic invasion. Charlie’s cock felt good. She started to move her hips, slowly humping his cock. Charlie stopped her.

“Slave, I am going to fuck you now, but on my terms. I am going to give you a spank fucking.” Mari could only guess at what he was talking about, but she knew, no matter what, her ass was in trouble.

“Here’s the deal”, Charlie continued. “I am going to move my cock in and out of you cunt five times. If you don’t cum in those five strokes, I will give you a spanking, of five swats on each cheek of your sweet ass, for a total of 10. I will then give you six humps of my cock, and if you don‘t cum, you will get six spanking swats on each cheek of your ass. This will continue until you cum. Do you understand?” Mari bit her pretty lip as she nodded her head in affirmation.

Charlie started moving his cock in her pussy, fucking her with five strokes of his cock, and she failed to cum, so five spanks were delivered on each cheek of her ass. Charlie moved his cock in her heated cunt her six times, and yet no cum, so six more swats on her ass. Then came seven strokes, and seven swats on each marvelous cheek. Mari was getting desperate. She wanted to cum, but she could not quite make it before he stopped fucking her, and spanking her. Her ass was burning, and her pussy was aching for a climax.

Again, Charlie started fucking her, moving his cock seven times. Mari was humping his cock, trying to cum, but couldn’t quite make it. She was growing desperate. Her was being scalded by his strong hand. His spanking of her ass was serious. She wanted to cum to stop the spanking, but even more so to climax.

Eight fucking moves of his cock, then none, and still she could not quite get there. Her ass was in serious trouble. She was crying, with her tears falling on his chest, even as she was humping his cock. Her ass was in trouble, but her cunt loved his cock

The fucking and spanking continued until on stroke twelve of thirteen, Mari came. Her pussy exploded. Her climax seemed to be enhanced by the heat in her well spanked ass! She just kept cuming, while Charlie held her tightly to his chest. Her ass was still on fire, but the heat was being translated to her pussy, raising her libido. This made her climax even hotter, and more explosive. It was a glorious time to be spanked and fucked.

The two lovers lay there, basking in the sexual after glow. Charlie started to release her elbow strap and wrist cuffs. He was done, he had now orders for Mari.

“Grasp my cock”, He ordered. “You are to use your mouth to clean my cock. Then you are to suck me off with you sweet mouth, while you are jacking me off with your hands. When I start to cum, you had better swallow it all.”

Without question, Mari moved down Charlie’s body to his cock. She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth as her delicate hand grasped his massively rigid cock. She was surprised at the taste of her pussy as she cleaned his cock. It was not unpleasant, and the fact that he was making her do this was exciting. She began sucking in earnest, while her pretty little hand stroked his cock to a cum. Since Charlie was experienced a climax earlier, it took her a little longer to bring him off. When Charlie had his climax, it was earth moving for him. Mari was able to swallow his load of cum, but it was a struggle.

The evening was over, and Charlie had experience the most fantastic birthday he could ever remember. He told Mari so. She kissed him and wished him a happy birthday.

After resting for several minutes, enjoying the touch of Mari, Charlie dressed himself. After doing so, he locked Mari’s wrists behind her back. Because she had been such a good slave, he did not bind her elbows. He placed her cape around her shoulders, and, like Jake, he left several buttons undone, so selected parts of her anatomy would be exposed on her walk back to his car. Just enough was covered to meet the standards of the laws for decency, but a lot of leg and cleavage was on display. The ride back to Jake and Mari’s house was uneventful. Both talked to each other, as Charlie complimented her on her beauty and her sexual submission. She appreciated his compliments, and she was sure Jake would be pleased with her. She wondered what he would say when he learned that she had sucked Charlie’s cock. As she thought about it, her tit whipping was the most severe she had ever experienced, yet as painful as it was, it was exciting to be helpless, being made to endure what she could not control. She wore the whip marks on her breasts as a badge of honor. Lastly, she was glad she sucked Charlie’s cock. She was sorry she had hesitated. She was positive Charlie enjoyed torturing her, to force her to suck his cock. When Charlie told her that his cock would be a regular visitor to her mouth, she just smiled and nodded her head. It had been a rough night, but in a real sense, she enjoyed it. As she was driven through the night, with Charlie’s hand stroking her naked thigh, above her silken hose, she could not help but wonder how deep in to sexual slavery Jake was going to take her. It was a delicious, yet very scary thought.

THE BEGINNING

There was also changes when it came to my school day, for now there was hardly a day when I didn’t have some marks from my learning punishment , with the marks of the whip being so bad at time that I was unable to go to school at all, and this was beginning to become a problem, for not only was I missing time but my personality had changed so much, to the school I was once a very outgoing girl now I was reluctant to do any sports for fear of my marks being shown , once when I did attempt to go swimming as the marks was faded I still got strange looks from my fellow school friends, so from then on I tried everything to not do any kind of sport in school.

About three months after my birthday, the school was getting to a point where something had to be done. I got home from school with a letter for my parents to go to the school for a talk with the head, not sure what to do about this, as we all knew my training was going so well that it really couldn’t be put on hold, my father saw no other choice but to arrange for Jeff to come to our home and work out what to do. After talking with my father he agreed that they needed to solve this problem and that he would be over the following day, and for me to be there when he arrived. I remember how excited I was, I was tied to my fathers bed that night taking my nightly punishment, when the thought about seeing Jeff made the pain was almost bearable, my father took this sign of lack of response to attack my body more harshly , I also think he wanted Jeff to be proud of the marking he gave me, my father also now insisted that my mother took her punishment at the same time as myself, so now when it was bedtime instead of just me lying over my fathers bed, at first my mother found this very humiliating, but over the weeks she realised no amount of begging this routine was here to stay. My father would get very aroused having us both naked and at his mercy that before he would untie me and retie me in my own bed, I would have to watch my father not only beat my mother but also fuck her , most nights he would fuck her where she was tied , just loosen the rope enough for her to rise to her knees, and I would be bound and tied next to her as he fucked her like some whore , we would so close on occasions that her sweat and cum would drip over me, listening and watching them would drive my near to madness and the burning in my cunt would be unbearable, some night I would find myself begging to my father to allowed myself to touch myself , but each time I was refused, in fact since the last time Jeff was at our home and I cum on his leg like some dog humping away. I hadn’t been aloud to cum again.

The next day started the same as any other my father would come in and untie me and take me to his bedroom to watch my mother suck on his cock, she would always play with her own cunt when she did this, and if she could make herself cum before he did that would be the only relief she would have all day, of course if she didn’t then she had to stay frustrated until my father was in the mood to use her again. She was just getting up on her knees to leave to start to make my fathers breakfast, I always followed her to help and learn, on all the domestic chores . When my father called me back into the room, I went to speak to him when he put his finger to my mouth , he mentioned that as Jeff was coming to the house today that I should make sure that I was ready for him, the look of confusion on my face was enough for my father to carry on the his explanation .

As a good wife he carried on you always have to be aware of your husbands needs, at all times and those needs mean sexual, now you have come accustom as to how I treat your mother sexually, and also that your mother is always ready for me to explore and rape any orifice that I choose, that is because every morning she has a routine to prepare herself for the being a sexual slave, he went on that he had wanted my mother to teach me this, but as time is short today and she had more than enough on her plate getting the home ready for Jeff visit that my father had invited someone else to help and show me what was expected of me to do. Staring silently down no really sure what it was that my father wanted me to say, in walked two women their names was Sue and Katie they was a little older than my mother, but both was slim Sue had the bigger tits out of the two of them but both woman’s tits was impressive. My father was still naked from fucking my mother, as the two girls walked towards him he grabbed one tit each, mauling them as he spoke to them, explaining that Jeff was coming over today and that I needed their help in getting ready , Katie looked at me with a small smile saying that it would be no problem and he could leave me to them, sue seemed more stern I was a little frighten of her. Katie now had her hand on my fathers cock, as he didn’t see why it would take the two of them to just get me ready of a bath he ordered sue to take me, and still having hold of Katie’s tit she remained, while the bath was being run I watched Katie undress in front of my father dropping to her knees she took his cock deep into her mouth, cupping his balls with her hands she set to work her head bobbing at a fast pace, my hand went to rub my clit, if it wasn’t for the hard slap I got off sue, as she had already been warned not to allow me to cum the water was ready it was a little hotter than I was use to and I winced as I got in, sue said I will have to get use to hot baths as they help to take away the aches and soreness from being punished, I was relaxing in the water listening to Katie being fucked by my father, after a while I could hear the moaning of my father exploding his seed into her, it was a sound I had gotten use to. Katie walked naked into the bathroom red marks covered her arse and tits as she bent over to help sue wash me I could see the start of my fathers cum slip out of her, her cunt was only inches from me and I could smell the sex coming off her, I had an urge to run my finger across her cunt lips to get a feel of the heat and wetness that her cunt was showing , her cunt looked ravaged from my fathers attack on it.

Lost in my own thoughts of her cunt , I almost toppled back as both sue and Katie leaned me back into the water holding my legs wide sue got a cut-throat razor out, as I hadn’t been listening to what was said I almost jumped out of the bath, again I got a slap off sue this time much harder, my heart racing I stayed still as they went about shaving the small amount of hair off my cunt, until I was smooth, Katie reached into a bag which they had brought taking out some oil that was almost like baby oil she started rubbing it into my body starting with my arms and neck they both had their hands all over my body rubbing it into my tit’s the sensation got my cunt going again, even though these was two woman older than my mother, the control they held and the movements they used I thought I was going to cum there in the bath, just I closed my eyes I slipped off somewhere in my mind, Katie was ordering me to stand and bend over , just as I did so my father walked into the bathroom , he was still naked and seeing that Katie was now busy with me he ordered sue into the bedroom, now even though I was upside-down I could see my father clearly, he didn’t bother to undress sue he just lifted up her skirt around her waist plunging his fingers into her cunt he order her to get her tits out for him, pulling on the poppers of her dress it flew open with no bra on her tits was soon hanging there, after getting his cock wet with her cunt he pulled open her arse I watched sue face as he stabbed his cock deep and full in one move, she bite down on her bottom lip but other than that she made not attempt to remove my father , watching all this while Katie was rubbing oil over my back and legs the urge to cum was stronger than ever, I think Katie sensed this as she leaned closer to me I could feel her naked body on mine as she rubbed in the oil she also rubbed herself against me her tits felt exceptional rubbing over my arse she made out to be putting oil over my feet, the moaning from me was matched with her own unable to stop herself she placed her palm against my cunt lips just touching my clit she held it there while she allowed myself to rub and grind against it, taking hold of my hand she got me to play with her nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers was enough to push me over the edge slapping my cunt into palm lost in the sensation of feeling the release of mouths of frustration I just started to cum and cum I was lost in my own mind unaware of anything around me , my legs turning to jelly I needed to rest against Katie to steady myself , eyes shut closed getting ready for over wave to wash over me,

when SLAP I shot up straight my hand still on Katie’s tit before I could focus I felt other Slap this time tears sprung to my eyes, there stood in front of me was Jeff. Katie pulled herself away from me trying to get out of his way, but it was to no prevail he was ferocious with us both, dragging myself by my hair out of the bath and Katie by her tit the one not two minutes ago I was caressing forcing us to stand facing each other about one foot apart, in a voice that I knew even then there was no point in begging him for forgiveness, ordered us to stand still and if either of us moved then the other girl would get five more whips, from his flogger, which was one I hadn’t seen before as it wasn’t any like the ones my father used on me.

The pain was like nothing I had felt before and thankfully have only felt a few time since, after the second blow I was screaming in pain begging for him to stop, tears running over my face I was scared to move because of what he would do to Katie but I was also unable to withstand it, sobbing to her that I was sorry for moving I jumped nearly every other whip, by the end I was on my knees crying uncontrollably the pain that I felt even after he stopped was almost as bad as when he was inflicting them upon me, as for poor Katie her back and legs was untouchable, she sobbed but stayed standing , Jeff looking at my mother told her to take her to the family bathroom and help her get cleaned up and dressed. She walked towards Jeff and kissed him passionately on the lips thanked him and walked away followed by my mother and Sue.

As for me I was lying on the floor in a pool of my own piss unable to talk through the sobs Jeff quietly asked my father to leave us. Jeff knelt down beside me, I backed away looking like a frightened rabbit he held my hand and lifted me to my feet, I was shaking and begging him not to hurt me anymore, when he wrapped his arms around me. In a calming voice he whispered that he wasn’t going to hurt me that it was a lesson I needed to learn and now that I have learnt it that I had nothing to fear of him, I pushed myself close to him I wanted him to tell me everything was ok and that I was a good girl again, I wanted him to tell me he loved me and that he would always look after me, I so much wanted him to want me, as he cradled me I reached down finding his cock , desperate to give him pleasure, with the pain still burning into my body , I needed to give him pleasure. He unzipped his jeans taking his huge cock out I slipped to the floor between his legs taking his cock in my hand trying to remember how my mother did it to my father I started to lick and suck , fifteen years old and this was my first blow job and I wanted it to be a good one . I sucked and licked played with his balls did everything my mother does for my father, the urge to bring pleasure to myself wasn’t even there all I wanted , all I needed was to bring pleasure to this man, feeling his balls tighten I tried to widen my mouth more ready to catch all of his seed, to show him that I was almost a woman ready to become his bride, holding my head he was careful not to push his cock to far down my throat as the first gush of his cum came flooding into my mouth, then it seemed like it was never going to stop flowing I gulped and swallowed like my life depended on it, till the last drop was gone , then just as I had watched my mother I took his cock and licked it clean.

Rising back to me feet my legs a little stiff mainly from the whipping they had just taken but also from the length of time I had been down sucking on Jeff’s cock, sitting me down by his side he informed that was one of the best blow job he had ever had , but there was sadness in his eyes as he spoke , due to the fact he had to offer me comfort after the punishment , I was to be beaten again, tears was filling my eyes as he said this, mostly through fear of other whipping like I had just received but also because I had disappointed him again. He ordered me to stand and bend over, nervous and shaking I did as I was told, thankfully it was just his hand and the 20 whacks came rapid and was over before I knew it .

Pulling me down onto his knee, he was stroking and playing with my tit. He told me something that I still feel proud of even today. That even though I hadn’t agreed to any of this, that I have accepted it and learned from it, that never once had I over the last yr or so asked anyone if this all could stop, listening to him I realised he was right and that I had fell into the role, even more than that it felt right that this was what I was born to become, with that he kissed me fully on the mouth taking my breath away. Then standing he told me to go and clean myself up and to join him downstairs as there was people waiting to met me, as I walked passed him patted my arse, from the look on his face I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to fuck me and I couldn’t wait.

 

            “The newest arrival, the last little blonde we got to show to the sheik, she’s freaking out and we can’t calm her down. Nothing anyone says seems to work. She won’t listen to any of us.”

            “Not even you?” he asked softly, a note of surprise in his voice.

            “No, nothing I’ve said to her seems to help. I got her to quiet down some but she won’t resign herself.”

            He let out a soft sigh as he rose from his seat. He strode quickly around the desk and motioned to Amy. She turned and headed out of the office ahead of him.

            “What’s her name?” he asked as he caught up to Amy and walked next to her.

            “Ren.”

            “Ren?”

            “Yeah. It’s short for Renita.”

            He nodded as they stopped in front of a heavy steel door. A few locks of his dark blonde hair fell across his forehead. He reached out and punched in a complex code on the keypad next to the door. When he finished, the keypad beeped and flashed a green light. He slid a plastic card into a reader connected to the keypad and pushed the door open.  As he stepped into a small room a blonde woman huddled in one corner tried in vain to cover her nude form, rattling the chains fastened to her arms and legs as she did so.

            Michael stepped forward and knelt next to the young woman while Amy stood just inside the closed door. The woman stared up at him in silence, her lips trembling and tears sliding unheeded down her cheeks. Her legs were drawn up so her knees were in front of her ample chest, her chained ankles pulled apart, displaying her bare pussy. Her wrists were chained above her head.

            “Please…” she whispered as Michael knelt in front of her. “There’s been some mistake…”

            “Ren, there’s no mistake. You’re here for a purpose.” Michael’s voice was soft but firm. “You can either cooperate or not, that’s your choice.”

            “No! This isn’t happening!” She pulled on the chains as she screamed out her defiance.

            Michael reached out and clasped her face firmly in his right hand, forcing her to face him.

            “Ren, listen to me.” He stared at her in silence, waiting for her to calm. “You’re here now, you’re my property. I own you now.”

            “Please…” she whimpered.

            “I have a customer coming very shortly who’s extremely interested in women like you. He pays very well for them.”

            “No…”

            “You’ll be part of the group he examines. This particular customer doesn’t like our drugs so you’ll have to manage on your own.”

            “God, no, please…”

            Her tears started again and her whole body shook with her sobs. Michael sighed as he stared down at her. Shaking his head he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small key ring. He released her hands from the bracket that held them to the wall above her head and carefully lowered them, holding them in his own.

            “Ren, you need to calm down. Upsetting yourself like this isn’t good for anyone.” His voice was even softer than before as he gently caressed her hands.

            “I – I c-can’t do th-this, p-p-please…” she begged, her body shaking violently.

            Michael dropped his head, his chin pressing against his chest. He let out a frustrated sigh before turning his head to look over his shoulder at Amy.

            “Who else do we have?” he finally asked.

            “No more blondes,” she replied. “There’s another redhead, brown eyes.”

            “Use her,” he stated flatly. “See to it that she’s ready.”

            “Yes sir.” Amy turned and left the room to carry out his instructions.

            Michael turned back to the distraught woman in front of him.

            “It’s okay, Ren. You won’t have to go today,” he said softly.

            She curled in on herself in front of him, sobbing with relief. He reached out to gently caress her hair as he whispered soft, soothing words to her. He stared at her huddled form as his right hand played through her hair. He sighed again then reached down to clasp her chin and lift her face to stare up at him.

            “Ren,” he started softly.

            “Please, can I go home now?” she whispered.

            Her green eyes were full of tears as she stared at him, her bottom lip trembling. He noticed the freckles rambling across her nose for the first time. She had wrapped her arms around herself, her hands clutched at her arms.

            “This is your home now. At least until you’re sold,” Michael stated softly as he started to rise.

            He wasn’t prepared for her desperation. She lunged forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, hanging on with fierce determination. She sobbed as she pled with him, clutching at his shirt.

            “Please, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home. Please let me go. I won’t tell, I promise. Please.”

            His hands closed around her tiny wrists in an iron grip as his deep brown eyes bore into her green ones. His voice was soft but held a commanding note.

            “Renita, calm down and let go.”

            She released her hold on his shirt and shrank away from him.

            “Please…” she whispered.

            He felt her body shaking and noticed how red and puffy her eyes and face were. This will never do, he thought.

            “Ren, calm down and relax. I’ll send someone for you in a few minutes.”

            She backed against the wall her feet were still chained to and wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head.

            “No,” she whispered. “Please…”

            A look of terror filled her eyes as she started to sob again. Michael stepped forward and folded her into his arms.

            “It’s alright, Ren. I’ll have someone come and get you in a few minutes. They’ll take you to my apartments for now. Alright?”

            She slowly nodded, still sniffling. He pushed against her shoulders gently until she bent her knees and moved to a sitting position on the floor. He knelt in front of her again, his hands running up and down her bare arms.

            “I’ll send someone in to take care of you in a few minutes. They’ll give you something to calm you, okay?”

            “I don’t do drugs,” she whispered.

            “It’s just to calm your nerves and help you rest,” he said in a voice meant to reassure her. “It’s not addictive. I promise.”

            He stared into her eyes and she slowly nodded.

            “Okay,” she whispered.

            When he started to pull away and stand up she clutched at his hands.

            “I’ll be back in a minute.”

            He pulled away from her and walked to the door. When he stepped outside the room he saw a short, squat man with dark dishwater blond hair walking down the hall. Michael pulled the door closed behind himself and started down the hall after the man.

            “Jake!” Michael called as he followed the shorter man.

            The other man spun around and stopped short as Michael approached.

            “Take Ren, the woman in room 215A7,” he motioned toward the room he had just come from, “to my suite and give her a sedative. Give her a shirt or something too.”

            “Yes sir.”

            Jake immediately changed direction and followed Michael back into the room Ren was confined in. She looked up with frightened eyes when the two men entered her room.

            “Ren,” Michael spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “This is Jake. He’ll take you to my rooms and take care of you.”

            “No…” she whispered as Jake started forward toward her.

            “He won’t hurt you, Ren,” Michael said, trying to calm her. He put his hand on Jake’s broad shoulder, drawing the other man’s attention. “Be easy with her.”

            “Yes sir.”

            Michael turned and left the room, leaving Jake to his assigned task.

 

            “Sheik Khaleed,” Michael said as he bowed to the older man. He offered his hand with a smile when he rose. “Welcome.”

            “Thank you, Michael. I’m most anxious to see what you have for me to choose from today.”

            “We have six women for you to look at,” Michael replied. “There are three blondes, two with blue eyes and one with brown eyes; two redheads, one with green eyes and one with brown eyes; and a brunette with green eyes.”

            “I have plenty of brunettes in my own country. Why do you offer me what I can get myself?”

            “This woman is special, Sheik. She has the face of an angel and a figure to match. Her eyes are an odd shape and a brilliant shade of green. Her hair is a light brown, not the dark color you are accustomed to. I wasn’t sure you’d be interested but I thought I’d let you have a look just in case.” Michael offered the other man a friendly smile as he led him down a long hallway.

            Amy met them at the end of the hall and opened a door for them. Sheik Khaleed stared blatantly at her as he walked past her into the small observation room. Michael followed him into the room and motioned him forward to the front row of seats. Both men sat down in the center of the front row of seats. Amy went to another door in the room and spoke with someone on the other side. She then moved to sit next to Michael. Within moments a parade of gagged and naked women was marched into the room, each led by a masked young man holding a chain attached to a collar at the woman’s throat.

The men led the women onto a small stage and attached the lead chains to hooks in the floor of the stage. They then released the women’s bound hands from behind their backs to be stretched over their heads and chained to hooks hanging from the low ceiling. Each man spread the women’s feet and chained their feet to hooks in the floor so the women’s legs were spread four feet apart. The men then stepped off the back of the stage area and stood silently behind the woman they had led into the room.

Michael watched in silence as the Sheik rose from his seat and made his way onto the stage. He stopped in front of the first woman and stared down into her pale face. He slowly ran his hands up her nude form, feeling her curves as he went. He let his hands roam over her large breasts as she struggled against her bonds, trying to move away from his touch. His thumbs slid over her nipples then were joined by fingers to twist and pinch the tiny protuberances. The woman danced and squirmed on her toes, squealing behind her gag. He slowly moved his left hand away from her tit, sliding it down to her pussy. He fingered her clit for a second then drove two fingers into her dry vagina. He smiled when she screamed against her gag and tried to pull away from him.

Slowly, he made his way down the line of bound women. He stopped to play with each woman, taunting them. Finally, he nodded and turned back toward Michael. He smiled broadly then turned and stepped down the steps and off the stage. He returned to his seat next to Michael and stared at the women for several minutes. He turned sideways in his chair to look at Michael.

“I will take the redhead with the green eyes, the two blondes with blue eyes and the green-eyed blonde.”

Michael nodded once. “Very good. The same delivery as usual?”

“Yes. I will have the cash brought in to you as soon as our paperwork is finished.”

Michael nodded and turned to Amy.

“Please have the women ready for transfer.”

“Yes, sir.”

Amy immediately got up and left the room. The men behind the stage quickly gathered their charges and escorted them out of the room.

 

Ren sat huddled in an oversized white button down shirt. She was curled up in a large armchair with her bare feet tucked under her and her wrists tied uncomfortably behind her back. She buried her face in the back of the chair and cried, waiting for the next awful thing to happen. When the suite door opened it startled her, causing her to jerk. She glanced nervously over her shoulder and saw the tall, handsome man who had said he owned her.

The man ignored her as he moved about the room, tossing keys onto a countertop and picking up a pile of mail. She studied him silently while he ignored her. He had light brown, what some would call dark blonde, hair and stood at least 6’ 3” she guessed. She had no idea how much he weighed but he looked fit and trim, muscles showed through the sleeves of his shirt. If she had met him at the bar she would probably have hit on him.

“It’s nice to see you’ve calmed down,” he said softly without looking up from his mail.

She blushed to think that he’d noticed her studying him. She turned her head and buried her face in the back of the chair again.

“So what am I going to do with you?” he asked.

She was afraid to look up again and she had no answer for him so she cowered in the chair. She heard him moving again and hoped he was leaving the suite or at least leaving the room. She jumped and gave a small squeal when she felt his hand on her ankle. Turning her head slightly so she could look over her shoulder she discovered him kneeling in front of the chair she was curled up in, his hand laying lightly on her ankle. God, he’s gorgeous, she thought to herself as he stared up at her.

Michael stared up at the frightened girl huddled in the large armchair. His hand on her ankle let him feel the trembles in her body. He knew she was curious even though she hadn’t said a word to him since he’d come in. She had stared at him covertly until she realized he was watching her then she’d turned away. He was confused and intrigued. He’d never had one like this before. They were usually either angry or frightened but he could always calm them and convince them to go along with him. This one was different, she wouldn’t let go of her fear. He would have to tread carefully until he figured things out.

“What would you suggest?” he asked softly, still staring up at her.

She didn’t say anything for several minutes. When she finally spoke it was in a soft whisper.

“P-please…let me go home.”

“What waits for you there?”

“W-what?” She looked at him with confusion in her blue eyes.

“You want to go home.” She slowly nodded at him. He asked, “Why? What’s there for you?”

Her mouth worked but no sound came out.

“It’s where I live,” she finally replied. “I have freedom there.”

He smiled when she raised her head in defiance.

“I can’t argue with freedom,” he replied with a shrug. “Were you happy?”

She turned away from him for several seconds. When she finally turned back he realized she looked different.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked softly.

He frowned at her and shook his head.

“Not if I don’t have to.”

He watched as she gulped air, trying to fight back a sob. She turned away from him and buried her face in the back of the chair again.

“Ren, I won’t hurt you if you don’t force my hand.”

“That’s comforting,” she mumbled into the chair back.

Michael rose to his feet and stepped around the chair. He dropped his hand to her head, letting his fingers play idly in her hair. She didn’t try to pull away from him but she didn’t respond in any way either. This one is definitely different, he thought. He moved back around to the front of the chair and knelt down. He slowly, methodically untied her hands. He felt her eyes on him the whole time he worked. As he worked the last of the ropes loose he introduced himself to her.

“My name is Michael. You’ll be staying in my apartments for the next few days. At least until I decide what to do with you.”

The ropes fell away and she started to pull her arms around her body. He grasped her wrists in hia hands and held them. She turned her head to look back at him. He slowly started rubbing his fingers over her wrists where the ropes had been tied tightest and felt her tense.

“The ropes can cut off circulation. I don’t want you hurt.”

“Then why tie me up in the first place?”

“It’s necessary to restrain you. Jake just forgets himself sometimes and ties them a little too tightly for my tastes.” He released her arms. “Feel better?”

“Yes,” she admitted reluctantly. “Thank you.”

He rose to his feet and started toward a door. He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder at her.

“Are you hungry?”

Even though she shook her head no he could see a different answer in her eyes.

“How about something to drink?”

“C-could I have a glass of water?” she asked hesitantly, her voice soft.

“Sure. I’ll bring it to you in a minute.”

He disappeared through the door leaving her in silence. She thought about trying to escape but where would she run to? She didn’t even know where she was. The brute who’d brought her here had blindfolded her before marching her through the halls. She buried her face in the back of the chair and waited. Several minutes passed before he reappeared in the room.

“Here you are,” he said softly.

She turned to see him standing next to her holding out a glass of water with several ice cubes in it. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was open at the collar. She reached out tentatively and accepted the glass he offered.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She slowly sipped the water as she watched him walk across the room and load a CD into the player on a shelf of the entertainment center. Soft classical music filled the room. The sound wasn’t loud but it seemed to fill the room just the same. He headed back toward the door he had left through before. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“If you need anything just give me a shout. I’ll give you a tour of the suite after dinner.”

He turned and stepped through the doorway disappearing from view again. She sipped her water and thought about her situation. What’s he planning? she wondered. He said he owned me. What does that mean? She leaned her head against the back of the chair and closed her tired, sore eyes. She sipped her water as she let her thoughts wander. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. He said he owns me, she thought. And he said he’d have them take me to his apartments. Oh, God! she thought to herself, he wants sex!

His voice startled her out of her reveries.

“Ren, come with me.”

She turned her head and stared at him in horror. He studied her for a moment before realizing what she was thinking.

“I’ve made dinner. You need to eat.”

She tried to shrink into the chair and slowly shook her head. Michael lost his patience and strode forward. He reached down and grasped her arms just above the elbows. Without preamble he pulled her from the chair and set her on her feet.

“You need to eat,” he said again as he released his hold on her arms.

He grabbed her right wrist and pulled her forward. She tripped along behind him without much resistance. She was afraid of what he might do and, having felt the strength in his hands when he lifted her from the chair, she didn’t want to anger him further.

He led her through the doorway into a large dining room. The table was set for two and several dishes of hot food awaited them on the table. He released her wrist and pulled a chair out for her. She stood staring at him in silence. When he indicated the chair, she nervously sat down. He strode around the table and took the seat opposite her.

“I apologize for the simplicity but I was in a hurry.”

She glanced down at the table and noticed grilled chicken, baked potatoes, rolls and steamed broccoli. When he had asked earlier she really hadn’t thought she was hungry but the food looked and smelled wonderful.

“It looks good,” she softly, glancing up at him.

“Would you like wine?” he asked, offering to pour from a bottle.

“Okay,” she replied shyly with a shrug.

He carefully poured some into her glass then added some to his own glass. Setting the wine bottle aside he began dishing the meal out onto his plate. When he noticed she hadn’t moved, he frowned.

“Help yourself,” he offered.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she started dishing food onto her plate.

“You’re welcome.”

They ate their meal in relative silence. The only sounds were from their silverware clanking against their plates. When they finished eating he started clearing away the dishes. Ren got to her feet and started to help him. Michael turned a surprised look on her.

“You don’t have to –”

“I need to,” she said softly.

He nodded and led the way back to the kitchen where he stacked their dishes in a dishwasher. He tossed the left over food down a garbage disposal and put the dishes in the dishwasher as well. When they were finished he turned toward her and leaned against a cabinet, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Ready for the grand tour?”

She mimicked his stance and crossed her arms over her body.

“I guess.”

He nodded then stepped forward, sweeping his right arm out away from his body.

“This is the kitchen. It’s fully stocked with everything you’ll need. If there’s something you don’t find that you want, let me know. The only thing I ask is that you clean up after yourself. I hate things messy.”

They started forward, back toward the dining room.

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired uncertainly.

He stopped and turned back to her, his arms at his sides.

“Of course.”

“What – what am I supposed to call you?” Her voice was soft, her question timid.

“Michael,” he replied with a shrug, staring at her.

She licked her lips nervously before saying softly, “I thought…”

He frowned as he nodded his understanding.

“I’m not into the whole master/slave thing. Michael is fine.”

He turned away from her and started toward the dining room again. She slowly trudged along behind him.

“You’ve already seen the dining room. We’ll take all of our meals here. It’s called the ‘dining room’ for a reason.”

He stared at her intently until she nodded. Then he turned and led her back into the living room where she had waited for him.

“You’ve also already seen the living room. Feel free to use any of the equipment. Please don’t mix up the CDs in the wrong cases though. It makes them hard to find later.”

She nodded again when he stared at her. He led her to another door and opened it, motioning inside.

“This is the half bath.”

He led her down a hallway and through another door.

“This will be your room.” He opened another door. “There’s a full bath here. Shower, tub, everything.”

He turned to see her trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing,” she whispered, shaking her head.

Michael strode toward her and clasped her upper arms in his hands.

“Ren, what’s wrong?”

She looked up at him and shook her head.

“Nothing.”

He sighed and released her only to run his left hand up and down her back.

“Let’s finish the tour,” he suggested.

She nodded agreement. He moved away from her and led her back to the hallway. A few steps down the hallway he led her into another room.

“This is the exercise room. You’re welcome to use any of the equipment here if you’d like.”

When she nodded he stepped through another door and she followed. He shut the door behind them and moved to another door as he spoke.

“This is my room. I’d prefer you didn’t come in here unless I invite you in.”

She nodded and they left through the door he stood by. He indicated a door at the end of the hallway next to his bedroom.

“That’s my office. Don’t ever go in there. The door is locked. Don’t bother it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stared down at her for a moment then turned and headed back toward the living room.

“You’re free to move about these rooms as you want as long as you stay out of my office and my bedroom. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

They each took a seat, Ren in the chair she had occupied earlier and Michael on the sofa across from her.

“There will be people in and out of this suite daily. Someone comes in each day to clean. My mail is delivered each day. Don’t harass the people that come in and don’t ask them to let you out. And don’t go through my mail. Any questions?”

“Why can’t I leave the suite?”

He frowned at her.

“There’s no reason for you to be in the rest of the building. You don’t need to be roaming the halls.”

“You don’t want me to get out, get away,” she said softly.

“I don’t want you causing trouble.”

“When can I go home?”

“Ren, you no longer have a home –”

“Don’t say that!”

“You no longer have a home. You’ll stay here, with me, for now. Once I decide what to do with you, you’ll live with whoever buys you until they no longer want you. Then you’ll stay with whoever they sell you to.”

“How can you be so cruel?” she demanded, burying her face in her hands.

“It isn’t that bad,” he insisted. “At least you’ll be well looked after and taken care of.”

“You’re a bastard!”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“That one’s been used before too.”

She leaped to her feet, grabbing a small glass swan from the table sitting next to the chair. She raised her arm in preparation to throw the object at him. His fingers curled around her wrist as he towered over her. She stared up at him with frightened eyes.

“Don’t,” he said in a soft, menacing voice, “throw my things, especially when they’re breakable.”

He took the fragile figurine from her hand and replaced it on the table.

“Now, sit down,” he ordered.

She stared at him for a moment then slumped, defeated, into the chair. He stared down at her for a moment longer then resumed his seat.

“Any other questions about the rules?” he finally asked.

“What about clothes?” she asked softly.

“What?”

“What about my clothes? Can I at least have my clothes if you won’t let me go home?”

He narrowed his eyes and blew out a breath before he answered.

“You’re lucky you have that,” he replied, nodding at her.

“I knew it.” She got to her feet and started to pace. “You’re an oaf just like the rest of them. It isn’t fair.”

He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him.

“I’m tired of your prissy-ass attitude. Be happy I was nice enough to give you what you have.”

“This shitty shirt?” she shouted at him, plucking at the shirt she wore. “I want real clothes. This damn thing barely hides my butt.”

Without a word he reached out and grabbed the front of the shirt at the top and jerked down. Buttons flew off the shirt and bounced wildly around the room as Ren’s screamed reverberated around the walls. Michael yanked down on the material again forcing it down her arms roughly, pulling it off of her.

“Since you don’t like it I won’t force you to wear it.”

“Get away from me! God damn it! Get away from me! No! Get away from me!” she screamed as she backed away from him, tears streaming down her face, her arms thrust forward, flailing at him awkwardly. “Damn it! Not again! Get away from me! Damn it! Get away!”

Michael suddenly realized that she was panicked and started forward, toward her. She screamed, turned and fled from him.

“Ren!”

He ran after her, catching her in the hallway. He grabbed her right arm just below the elbow and jerked her around.

“Nooo!” she screamed as she fell to the floor.

Michael knelt in front of her without releasing his hold on her. He still gripped the ruined shirt in his other hand.

“Ren, what is it? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, soothing.

“Please,” she whined, trembling on the floor in front of him. “Not again…”

“Not what again?” he asked. He kept his voice soft, calm and soothing. “What happened, Ren?”

“Please, just let me go. Please, God, please…”

“Ren,” Michael tried again as he used his strength to force her to sit up.

“Please, don’t touch me,” she cried. “Please, I can’t. Not again.”

“Ren, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He gently covered her with the shirt he had ripped from her only moments before, slipping it over her shoulders and pulling it around her slim body. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

She pushed him away and sobbed softly as she fell over onto her side, curling up into a fetal position. Michael stared at her in disbelief. He cautiously changed his position so he was sitting on the floor next to her. He tenderly smoothed her hair away from her face and mumbled soft, soothing words. When she finally calmed and the tears seemed to have quit he pulled his hands away and studied her.

"Okay now?" he asked softly when he noticed her watching him through her lashes.

"Please, just let me go," she whispered.

"Ren, I won't hurt you," he insisted, not looking away from her. "But I can't release you either."

"Why?"

"You know too much about us."

"But I don't. I don't know anything. And what little I do, I won't tell. I promise, I won't tell a soul."

"I'm sorry, Ren," Michael replied softly, shaking his head. "You're going to have to stay. At least for now."

He got to his feet then knelt in front of her again, reaching his hand out to her.

"Let me help you up."

She ignored his offer and got to her feet on her own. She clutched the shirt around her, holding it tightly. He gave her a tight smile as he motioned down the hall.

"You've obviously had a long day. Why don't you turn in?"

"Where will you be?"

He could hear the suspicion in her voice.

"I have some work to finish. I'll be in my office for the next four hours if you need me. After that I'll be in bed."

She started down the hall then stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.

"Do I have a lock on my door?" she asked softly.

"No," he replied. "The only locks in this suite are on my office door and the front door."

She nodded as she turned away from him.

"Ren."

She stopped but she didn’t turn back.

"You're safe here. I won't hurt you and I won't attack you."

She nodded again then continued down the hall to the room he'd said earlier was hers. He sighed and headed for his office. There were a few calls he needed to make.

Michael closed the door and locked it then thought better of it and unlocked it. If she had an emergency he would need to get to her quickly. He sat down in the big leather desk chair and stared at the blank computer screen.

"First things first," he mumbled to himself.

He picked up the telephone receiver and dialed. Then he waited for an answer on the other end.

"Hel –"

"Who the hell did the recon and check on Renita Ajunti?" Michael demanded when the phone was answered.

"Carl, I believe, sir."

"Make sure then let me know. And follow up on it yourself. Do a deep check and call me back in the morning. If what I suspect is true, we have a problem."

"Yes, sir."

He hung up the phone and stared at the blank computer screen again. I could just do it myself and have the answers that much faster, he thought. Damn it. Just let them do their jobs, he told himself. Be patient. He forced himself to turn away from the computer and start flipping through the files Amy had left for him.

 

So I took the plunge and asked her if she would like to come back to my hotel with me.  She said OK but I had to pay the bar something which wasn’t much so soon we were back in my room.

 

I was as nervous as hell and didn’t know what I should do.  I had some condoms with me just in case but I hadn’t a clue how to start things off.  On top of that I was a bit woozy from so much piss.

 

It was OK though as Sawarea took over and went into the bathroom where I could hear her showering.  I tried to join her but she had locked the door.  Then she came out wearing nothing but the hotel towel.  She looked really pretty.  She came over to the bed and looked me in the eye.  Then smiling she said quietly in that cute Thai accent “Shower please”.

 

I got the message and had a shower carefully washing my cock which was already half erect.  I used the small hand towel to dry myself and as couldn’t cover myself with that and didn’t want to get dressed again I walked back into the bedroom stark naked with my cock sticking out in front of me.

 

Sawarea had turned out the main light leaving only the bedside light.  She was lying in my bed covered with a sheet.  I knew she was nude as the towel was hanging neatly from a chair.  Her black hair was mussed up against the white pillow and she looked beautiful.  I could see her looking at my cock as I walked over to her, I guessed that she was thinking that she would soon have that inside her.

 

She smiled that lovely smile and opened the sheet for me to get in.  Beside her warm body I pulled down the sheet to look at her breasts which were small but with hard pointy nipples.  She let me touch them and caress them.  I gently kissed her nipples and then sucked on them.

 

I ran my hand down her flat belly to feel her pubic hair and searched for her cunt.  It felt small and I slipped my finger into the crack.  It felt warm and tender but not wet.  I explored it with my fingers pushing them into her hole but she winced as I did it so I knew I was hurting her.  I found what I thought was her clit and started to gently massage it.

 

I must have been in the wrong place as I felt her hand on mine guiding my fingers to her clit and helping me rub it up and down.  Soon she was moaning quietly and her juices started to run.  This was fantastic I have fucked a few women but this was the first time one had helped my touch her up.

 

With her other hand she was playing with my cock which was as hard as a rock I wanted so much to ram it into that’s soft warm cunt so I started to get on top of her but she pushed me off saying “No” and quickly scrambled out of bed.  She went to her purse and came back with a condom.  She efficiently tore the wrapper and took out the condom.  I thought “She’s done this a few times before”.

 

She got me to lie on my back and pulled down the sheet so my cock was standing up in the air like a flag pole.  She knelt beside me on the bed looked at my penis for a while examining it carefully with her fingers as though she was looking for some disease, then she caught me staring at her and smiled a big grin.  She gently kissed the tip of my cock and rolled on the condom.  I don’t know about you but I always have trouble getting the damn things on but Sawarea just did it so easily and expertly that I wondered just how many hundreds or even thousands of cocks she had rubbered up in her career as a bar girl.  The thought made me even more horny, I was about to fuck a real slut.

 

She lay down beside me on the bed on her back completely nude with her legs slightly open.  I spent some time looking her over before moving to lie on top of her.  She opened her legs wide to let me in and I pushed my hardness against her opening.  I was so desperate to get it in but I couldn’t seem to find the hole and I could see that I was hurting her.  She put her hand down to guide me in but that didn’t work either.  She was just too small and I was too big for her.

 

Sawarea wriggled out from under me and knelt beside me.  I lay on my back with my hands behind my head and my cock proudly sticking up.  Then she positioned her knees either side of me and lifted up so my cock was pointing directly at the dark crack of her little cunt.  This was great.  I could watch what she was doing; enjoy looking at her naked body and those nice small tits.  I watched her hands holding my prick as she rubbed it up and down against her vagina.  I could hardly believe that I was actually watching a girl put my cock into her cunt.

 

She looked straight ahead and closed her eyes as she knelt astride me and concentrated on pushing my cock into her.  I could feel it and watch going into her warm hole.  Then I was in her, she was so tight around me it felt magnificent.  Sawarea started moving up and down so that my cock thrust deeper into her.

 

Her tits were bouncing up and down so I reached out with both hands to hold them and pull on her nipples.  I played with her tits as she fucked me.

 

It felt so good that I was worried that I might cum.  I think she sensed this as she slowed down and got me to roll over on to my side so that we were fucking face to face on our sides.  It slipped out as we changed position but went back in easily as she had her legs open and wrapped around me.  Her body was warm against me.  I was beginning to sweat despite the air conditioning but her skin was smooth as silk.

 

Then she changed position so she had her back to me.  I thought she wanted my cock in her ass, something everybody talks about but I have never done.  I started pushing it in towards her ass not really knowing how to get it in, but she gently said “No” and used her hands to direct it back into her wet cunt.  It was lovely fucking her like that.

 

Then I was on top again with her legs wide open under me.  This was good as I had better control to stop reaching a climax.  I could slow things down each time it started.  She closed her legs so my legs were apart either side of her with my cock trapped tightly in her cunt.  This was so fantastic.  This girl was such a hot fuck.

 

With her legs wide open again and me on top I started almost taking it out and then ramming it back in with strong deep strokes right into that lovely cunt.  She was beginning to moan and I sensed her reaching a climax.  In any case I couldn’t hold it back much longer.  With one big thrust I gasped “Oh shit!!!” and started pumping ejaculate into her womb.

 

At the same time Sawarea came and I could hardly believe how noisy she was.  I have never fucked a woman who made such loud “Oh, oh, oh” noises before.  They must have heard her all over the hotel.  I thought maybe she was faking it but then her whole body jerked as she went into 3 juddering contractions.  This was something way beyond my experience she just came like a rocket.

 

I collapsed on top of her sweaty and exhausted.

 

After a while I pulled out of her as I was worried that the condom might come off.  I went to the bathroom flushed it bulging with creamy cum.  I washed my limp cock and went back to the bedroom.  Sawarea went to the bathroom as well and I thought I heard her peeing.  Then she came back into bed with me and naked we held each other tight as she wrapped her legs around me.

 

As I dosed off I was thinking about the racket she had made and how all the guys on this floor of the hotel would have heard her.  There were about 20 drunken guys out there so I just hoped it didn’t cause any problems.

 

I woke to the sound of somebody knocking on the door.  I dragged myself out of bed and half asleep opened the door to my room.  It was my best friend Mike.  He gave me a sob story about being our last night and he hadn’t managed to lay anybody and he knew that I had the girl Sawarea from the bar in my room so could he borrow her.  I told him he couldn’t “borrow” her.  He said he would pay her good money if she would go with him.

 

I didn’t really want Sawarea to leave my bed as I was very comfortable with her in it, but he was a good friend and a nice guy who I knew would treat her well.  I thought that it wasn’t fair not to give Sawarea the opportunity of making more money if she wanted so I told Mike that he had better ask Sawarea.  I told him to wait at the door while I spoke to her.

 

When I went back into the room Sawarea was already out of bed and standing looking worried with the hotel towel wrapped chastely around her.  I told her my friend was at the door and wanted to talk to her.  I added that he was a good man and wouldn’t hurt her.  She looked at me frowning but went to the door.

 

I could hear them talking for sometime.  Then they both came into the room and Mike said that she had agreed to go with him for 3,000 baht (about $90).  This was a lot of money for a bar girl and I guess I wasn’t surprised that she had agreed. Even so I was disappointed that she was going with him.

 

Sawarea started to pick up her clothes but I told her not to as Mike was in the next room and I would leave my door open so that she could come back to sleep with me.  At first Sawarea seemed a bit reluctant at this arrangement but at the same time happy that I wanted her back.  Mike agreed that she should come back to me and they left together, Sawarea wearing only a towel.

 

I was fairly pissed off about her going.  Somehow it was like she was my girl going off to fuck another man.  I kept thinking that she was only a whore and would probably fuck another 10 men in the next week so why was I worrying about her.  I would be going home tomorrow and I would never see her again.

 

I couldn’t sleep and kept listening for sounds from the next room, wondering what she was doing.  Would she suck him off or fuck him.  I had forgotten to make sure Mike had a condom but I guessed that Sawarea would be prepared for more than one fuck in a night.  I had got through three more bottles of beer from the bar fridge when I heard cries from the next room.  It sounded like Sawarea coming again.  I thought to myself, hell the slut’s coming with two different guys in the same night. 

 

Then it could be that he was hurting her or maybe some of the other guys had got in on the act.  This worried me as I felt responsible for her but with the additional beers on top of the large amount I had consumed during the day I was somewhat drunk.  So I lay on the bed feeling depressed.  I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I was aware of was the sound of somebody having a shower in my bathroom.

 

Then a warm and very naked body got into bed with me clean and smelling of soap.  She kissed me and snuggled up with me.  Sawarea was back again and I was happy.  It was amazing that she could have sex with another man and then come back to me as though nothing had happened.  To her it was just a job.

 

The next time I woke up it was dark and I could hear drunken voices in my room.  I could see light from a torch and somebody was saying “shush you will wake him up” The alcohol must have really caught up with me.  When I tried to sit up in bed I could see several shapes but the room was spinning. 

 

Sawarea was already sitting up beside me with the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts.  I croaked something about “what at you doing” and somebody replied that they would pay her well and that the bitch could do with more cock.  I recognized the voice as one of the guys who tended to get a bit aggressive when he had a few.  He and his friends were pulling Sawarea out of the bed.  She obviously didn’t want to go and kept saying no.  I was sort of trying to hang on to her but I wasn’t being very effective.

 

They managed to get her out of bed and dragged her struggling naked across the room.  She was making little whimpering noises and still saying “No” as they forced her out of my room. I kept wondering why she didn’t scream but then I realized that plying her trade in the hotel wouldn’t go down well with the management if she woke everybody up.  She was in a “no win” situation. Well at least she might make some money.

 

The poor little whore was out there nude in somebody’s room with several guys using her so I thought that I had better get out of bed and go to help her.  I only got as far as the bathroom where I spent the next half hour wretchedly vomiting.  I crawled back into bed but before I passed out I thought I heard a girl’s voice screaming.  Another Sawarea orgasm I thought.

 

Hours later I was woken up by somebody getting into my bed.  It was Sawarea.  Even in my alcoholic haze I thought that she had an odd smell to her.  Not the fresh smell of soap after she had showered the previous times she had got into my bed.   This time she was obviously too tired or distraught to shower.  I wanted to comfort her and put my arms around her bare body.  She was sticky and to my revulsion I realized what the smell was.  Cum!  She was covered with guys ejaculate.  I thought “Shit! What’s the horrible bitch been doing” and moved to the other side of the bed to get away from her.  I wasn’t going to touch some thing covered in other men’s cream.

 

When I woke up again it was daylight and I had a raging hard-on.  I must have been dreaming about Sawarea I think and what she had done with those guys.  She was still beside me fast asleep and I pulled the sheet down to have a look at her.  I wanted to see what had been done to her.  She looked very pretty and somehow defenseless curled up like a little girl.  She was still nude and I thought I could see traces of dried cum in her hair.  In her hair!! What had they been doing with her hair?

 

I wanted to look at her cunt so I gently rolled her onto her back trying not to wake her.  I pulled her arms off her chest to get a good look at her tits.   Her nipples looked a bit raw and there were marks on her breasts, maybe bruises from hands or bite marks I wasn’t sure.  Looking at her tits sure wasn’t helping my cock though which was as hard as a rock.

 

I managed to get her legs open and could see the crack of her cunt through her black curly pubic hairs.  There was definitely lots of dried cum there sticking her hairs together into matted clumps.  She was either sound asleep or didn’t mind what I was doing as Sawarea had not stirred as I examined her, so I pushed her legs wider open and gingerly put my fingers to the lips of her vagina.  I opened it up wide with both hands so I could get a good look at her sex.  The flesh looked very red to me with abrasions.  I am no expert on women’s sexual organs but this looked as though it had been well used recently.

 

I wanted to look at the ass but that meant rolling her over and suddenly I felt really angry with the cheap slut.  She had been my girl and then she had spent the night fucking other guys.  She would do anything for money.  I just had to shove my cock into the hooker’s hole.  I didn’t have a condom and somehow the thought of the number of cocks that had been in there that night put me off.  She was a cock sucker though so I would fuck the ugly cow’s mouth. 

 

I sat astride her and rubbed my cock against her tits.   This woke her up and the whore looked at me with wide eyes.   “Breakfast time” I growled at her and lifted up to press my big thick penis against the slut’s lips. At first she wouldn’t open her mouth but I pulled her hair and angrily told her that she had better suck my cock or I wouldn’t pay her.  She opened her mouth and I slipped it in between her lips into the wet warmth of the mouth.

 

She was sucking me and I was moving up and down fucking her mouth but it was bloody uncomfortable like that and I had a raging hangover so I got off her and lay on my back with my cock upright in the air.  I told her to suck me off and she meekly bent over me took my cock in both hands and gave me the best blow job I have ever had.   I loved watching her tits bounce around as she serviced me.

 

When I started cumming she tried to pull off but I was still very angry with her and I grabbed her head and forced her to take it all in her mouth.  I made the bitch swallow all my cum.

 

Then suddenly I felt exhausted.  She was looking me with moist eyes so reproachfully and heck I felt guilty.  After what those guys had done to her I had just made it worse.  I was as bad as them.  I pulled her down beside me and cuddled her and we both went to sleep.

 

I couldn’t sleep and kept thinking that I had to do something for Sawarea to make up for the night’s exploitation of her body.  Leaving her asleep I got up showered and dressed.  Then I went around all the guy’s room’s asking whether they had sex with Sawarea and demanding payment.  I knew that money would be the best way of making amends for my behaviour.  Some of them were at breakfast and they all looked terrible with horrible hangovers and little sleep.  I told them I wanted 3,000 baht ($90) from each of them if they had sex with Sawarea.  Some of them said they had only watched so I agreed that 1,000 was OK for watching her being gang banged.

 

Most of them were pretty contrite about their behaviour and a couple of the guys gave 5,000 and 6,000 for the things they had done to her.  I could hardly believe it 12 of the guys had admitted to having sex with her and another 4 to watching.  They had done everything to her using all her holes, even managing to penetrate her with three cocks simultaneously.  They had tried for four but failed.  They had taken photos as well.  I could hardly believe that she had survived but I guessed she was used to it.

 

When I got back to my room I had nearly 50,000 baht for her.  That’s about $1,500 and a lot of money for a Thai bargirl.  She had just come out of the shower when I arrived and as she started getting dressed, toweling her hair I remembered my camera.  She didn’t stop me taking the photos that I have posted here.  I guess it didn’t make a lot of difference to her having been photographed having sex with 12 guys a few hours before.

 

Once she was dressed and made up she looked fine, as pretty as when I first met her.  These girls must be very tough to take what she had that night and then carry on as though nothing had happened.  Most western girls would have spent the day in hospital or at a police station.  She was getting well paid for it and it was part of her job so I guess it was OK.  She was overjoyed when I gave her the money.  She was so excited by getting so much and said that she would go back to her village and give it to her mother, which I thought was really strange. How many western girls would do that?

 

She left my room and the hotel and we got on a bus and then the plane to come home.  I don’t suppose I will ever see her again but then maybe I will go back to Thailand and see if I can find Sawarea’s village.  Another year before I can take more holidays.  I wonder what she will be like then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buddy fondled the smooth back and pulled playfully at the thong. Although he had assisted Ajax on several ‘collection’ missions, unlike the older man, Buddy had found some of their targets too hot to resist.

“This one is pretty hot, eh?” he motioned to Ajax, who raised his eyebrow knowingly.

“Look, no touch,” Ajax said, “don’t spoil the fucking whore. Boss will have your dick if you did.”

“But…” Buddy protested, “It’s a freaking long way to the Ranch. We’ve got to find some way to pass the time!”

“Just watch the slut, and keep your pencil dick to yourself.” Ajax flipped him a look, and proceeded to join the driver, leaving Buddy alone in the back compartment.

Undaunted, Buddy flipped Hallae to her side and began reaching his hand up the front of her blouse. He almost drooled when his hand made contact with her 36D breasts. Eager to have a closer look, he pulled her cardigan back down her arms and lifted her blouse to her armpits, exposing her bra and the large mounds of pick meat confined within. He eagerly tugged the cups down, and her perfectly round tits popped into view.

Glancing guardedly at the passenger’s seat upfront, Buddy saw that Ajax was yawning sleepily, and was preparing to take a nap. The young driver grinned crookedly at Buddy through his rear-view mirror, and concentrated on his long driving ahead. Assured, he leaned down onto the unconscious figure and began sucking and licking the dark tits on the pink flesh. Soon, he was kneading the large mounds earnestly with one hand, while his other hand freed his sizeable tool from his pants and was wanking it vigorously.

Hallae moaned huskily and twitched her body sporadically, resisting the intrusion instinctively. Unconcerned, Buddy reached down the front of her jeans and started teasing her clit and was rewarded by a dripping cunt. This is one hot mama! He looked longingly at the petite yet curvaceous figure, while stroking fervently on his tool. He knew that he cannot fuck this slut yet, at least not in the cunt, until Boss had finished with her. Then again… A thought cross his mind. He looked cautiously at the front seat and was satisfied to see Ajax drooping over the passenger seat, deep in slumber.

Buddy moved steadily forward, carefully pried her lips apart and slid his hot, throbbing member into her mouth. He sighed audibly as her cool lips closed around his dick and began plunging it deep into her mouth. He was just beginning to throat fuck her when she started gagging and tightening her throat around the large organ, milking and massaging him for all he’s worth. He shuddered ecstatically, and pounded his dick deeper and harder into those beautiful lips.

He was nearly done and was starting to feel the familiar sensation of exploding balls when a stinging slap across his face threw him backwards. His dick slipped abruptly out of Hallae’s lips. Before he could stop himself, he climaxed, spraying the strings of cum all over her face and landing some on the floor of the van.

Still surrounded by the orgasmic buzz, he turned around dazedly, to come face to face with a fuming Ajax.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ajax shouted, punching him in the face, “what did I tell you about keeping your fucking prick to yourself!”

“But…” Buddy burbled, “it’s only a little freaking head!”

But Ajax was getting none of that. He grabbed Buddy by his dick and yanked it furiously. Buddy bellowed with pain, and struggled feebly before wrenching his dick free and lay curled on the floor, clutching his balls. He stared apprehensively at Ajax.

“One more time, Bud,” Ajax warned, “It will be the last time you have a fucking dick to play with!” Buddy nodded meekly.

“Now,” Ajax continued, “Check and make sure the slut is still in fucking dreamland, then clean the place up, and don’t get anymore bright ideas!”

Ajax threw his young partner another angry glare before heading back to the passenger seat. In the front, the driver gave a sympathetic look through the mirror, while continuing towards the Ranch.

Sheepishly, Buddy tucked his sore dick back into his pants, and began fumbling around the van to look for something to clean Hallae with. He found a dirty rag and wiped his cum off Hallae’s lips and face and redressed her. Resolutely ignoring Ajax’s angry scowls, he busied himself with cleaning the floor of the van free of cum, and also making sure the ‘goods’ was none for the worse. He checked the inertia form and was relieved to see the slut still unconscious. He gave her a booster shot, just in case, and left her lying on her side, deeply drugged and completely unaware of the events transpiring.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, Buddy checking the unconscious woman occasionally and Ajax watching him with an eagle eye. The seemingly awkward trip finally came to an end when the van drove up to the gates of the Ranch.

The J Ranch stood at its private plot of land, a sizeable peninsular of land the size of a nature reserve, jutting from the coastline and steep, plunging cliffs on all sides. Further inland, patches of dense vegetation peppered the property, concealing the main estate from prying eyes. The transport van drove straight through the outer gates and into the inner sanctum of J Ranch, where the outwardly tranquil residence belied the strict security and surreptitious activities within. After passing the security checks at the inner gates, the van reached the nucleus of the J Ranch.

In the heart of the compound, an imposing four storey masonry building stood, surrounded by smaller auxiliary buildings. Large French windows lined the sides of the building. Some had curtains drawn across the windows, others had drawn curtains. By the time the vehicle reached the compound, the sun was already hidden from view and dim lights seeped from some of the windows.

Without hesitation, the van headed towards the entrance of the underground parking lot beneath the main building and disappeared into the darkness.

 “Bring the whore to Doc, then report to my office!” Ajax instructed, after the van was parked in the unloading bay. “Don’t fuck this up, or I will feed you your puny dick, then feed your ass to the dogs!”

Gesturing warningly to Bud, he stormed away, with the driver trailing in his wake.

Buddy watched the men depart, shrugged nonchalantly and proceeded to unload the latest stock. He pushed a gurney to the van, loaded and strapped Hallae securely onto it. He took the prisoner into a waiting lift, onto the upper floors and pushed the gurney into the ranch’s examination room.

There he untied her bindings, moved her onto an examination table and shackled her neck to velcros on the table. He then removed her cardigan, blouse and jean, lingering gloomily at her full breasts restrained behind those unostentatious cups. He tossed the pieces of clothing into a bin, and her bra and throng soon joined the pile. He fastened the naked woman’s wrists to the shackles at the side of the table and lifted her ankles onto stirrups, strapping them into the Velcro restraints.

After securing her onto the examination table and preparing her for the doc’s assessment, he proceeded to remove her earrings, necklace engagement and wedding bands and other accessories she had on her body. He completed his prep after wiping her face clean of makeup, and trimmed the nails on her fingers and toes close to the flesh.

The ranch’s resident doctor, Doc, arrived soon after, and began his assessment of Hallae.

He took the normal measurements of her temperature and blood pressure, checked her respiratory and lungs, and gave her a general clean bill of health. He then positioned himself at the foot of the table, separated her thighs and started the internal assessment. He checked for signs of prior sexual intercourse, sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancies, and confirmed that she did not have any implanted contraceptives in her. He also checked her rectum for prior intercourse and pronounced her ‘a cherry in the ass’.

Finishing off the examination, he drew blood from her arm and declared her healthy and disease-free, pending blood results. He motioned for Buddy to add her to the Boss’s inventory, then left the room. Since the whore is clear to join the Boss’s harem, Buddy now had to prep her for him.

He gave her the standard stuff: vagina and anus suppositories inserted into the respective orifices to clean the canals, microchip injected into the back of her neck as identification and an electronic collar fastened securely around her neck. He then redressed Hallae in a flimsy lilac bra, teeny G-string and finally, a see-through lavender teddy that left nothing to the imagination. Strapped of all personal accessories, tagged and collared, the identity of Hallae was fading and before long, she will become a part of Jace’s harem, identified only by the number in etched her neck. Buddy freed her from the table and re-secured her onto the gurney and wheeled her to the next available holding cell.

She was transported to an empty room bare of furniture except for the thick mattress wedged against the wall and bolted to the carpeted floor. The room was small, with little walking space around the mattress, and surrounded by thick carpeted walls. Directly opposite to the mattress, thick double glazed glass stood before velvety curtains, which covered the entire length of the wall. Beside this wall, another panel of double glazed glass in front of curtained French windows. The heavy velvety curtains were drawn aside, presenting a panoramic view of the coastline, and the dazzling night sky.

He laid Hallae onto the mattress, covered her with a blanket and left her to sleep off the drugs. A day’s job completed, he dimmed the concealed lights in the room and left.

Hallae woke up somewhere near midnight. She blinked and squinted near-sightedly around but there was nothing familiar in the shadows surrounding her. Dazedly, she tried to sit up, but was overcome with nausea. Her limbs felt that they were encased in lead, and a splitting headache seemed to pound her head, turning her brain into mush. There was a strange taste in her mouth and a dull pain at the base of her head. She dragged her arm over her eyes and tried to focus in the near darkness. The only source of light was the weak smear of moonlight streaming through the windows.

“Brent?” she croaked, her throat as dry as sandpaper, “Brent? Are you here?”

The only sound that answered her was the gentle whirring of the air-con fans working and the muted sound of crashing waves.

“Hello? Anyone here? Hello? I need some water here…” she wheezed, before hacking coughs overcome her.

She struggled to sit up and stumbled uncertainly out of the bed. She crawled feebly to the light source, the unfamiliar carpet irritating her limbs, and hit her head unexpectedly at the glass panel before her. She peered through the glass and could not make out any familiar landmarks outside the window. In fact, there was nothing but the Milky Way visible outside. Confused, she pushed and pounded the glass, scanned around the room, all the time calling for help, before succumbing to another bout of nausea.

Unnerved, she stumbled back onto the mattress and pulled the blanket around her. Laying her heavy head onto the cool pillows, she tried to figure out what was going on, but fell into another deep sleepless slumber.

In the Main Control room, the technician on duty watched with disinterest at the movements in Cell 205. His duty was to monitor the inmates and make sure they did not do anything they were not supposed to, like hurting themselves, or heaven forbid, die. The new cunt in cell 205 seemed to have come out from the sedative well enough. She will be under observation until the blood test results come back, and all Carlos had to do, was to ensure she remained alive until then.

When Hallae opened her eyes again, bright rays of sun were already streaming into the room. She tried once again to focus on her surroundings and was startled to find that she was not alone. A burly man in grey coveralls stood near the entrance of the room. His face was covered by a full face leather mask, and he held a plastic tray in laden with food. She quivered in fright when the man moved, but he only offered the tray in his hand and a plastic cup full of liquid.

“Who are you?” she tried to speak, but her throat crackled and she broke into barking coughs. The man put the tray down on the floor and offered the cup to her. Raging with thirst, she reluctantly accepted the cup and gulped the cool water greedily.

“Eat!” the man ordered, gesturing to the tray.

“Who are you?” she asked timidly, “Where am I? What do you want?”

“Eat!” the man repeated. He walked to the opposite corner of the room and lifted a hinged panel on the floor. Beneath the panel, a squatting toilet was built into the floor.

“Shit here and nowhere else!” the man barked, dropping the panel back into place. The muted sound of a flushing toilet followed.

“But, who are you?” Hallae tried again, but the man went on as if she never spoke.

He lifted the panel again and pointed to tiny depression beside the toilet hole, a small stream of running water drained into the tiny basin. “Water,” he indicated gruffly, “for drinking.”

She looked dumbfounded at the man’s casual introduction; the man had acted as though he was showing her the hotel facilities. Her mind, still confused by the sedatives, was unable to make head or tail of all that was happening.

What is going on? She thought, where am I? What do they want with me? Where is Brent? Is he okay? What do they want?

Cowering on the mattress, she stared past the masked man and at the curtained wall opposite to the bed, where a doorway stood. Turning back toward the man, she looked vacantly at the leather mask. Without warning, she sprung up from the mattress and sprinted towards freedom. And slammed full-faced into air. She had not noticed the double glazed glass between her and the curtained wall and doorway. She sat stunned on the floor.

The man sniggered and dragged her by her hair to the tray on the floor. He thrust her head towards the tray, pushing her face close to the food.

“Eat your food, cunt, and don’t try to be so smart next time. Enjoy the good time while they last! Eat!”

Meekly, she picked up the morsels of cooked meat and put them into her mouth. She chewed slowly at first; mindful of the man’s watchful eyes on her every move. But she soon realised she was ravenous; her last meal a lifetime ago, and quickly finished what was put before her. The man motioned for her to back off, and return to the bed, before he retrieved the tray. As if by some unseen signal, a section of the glass panel slid aside silently, allowing him to stroll right through the door before sliding back into place again.

In the terrifyingly quiet room, Hallae sat rigidly on the mattress, leaning against the far corner and the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Confused and frightened, she hugged her knees close to her chest. But now fed and re-hydrated, her mind slowly cleared and she recovered enough to start surveying her surrounding. She was just starting to explore around the room, when the blanket slipped from her shoulders. With a start, she realised she was not wearing her usual wardrobe.

Shocked, she stared mutely down at the thin material she was wearing, her body clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. Fear gripped her with the realisation that she had been stripped naked by those unknown men. She drew back into the corner and pulled the blanket even more tightly around herself. Tears threatened to overflow as awful thoughts ran through her mind. Her hand rose instinctively to touch her necklace, as she usually did when she was nervous. The sapphire pendant and necklace was a family heirloom, and had brought her through many difficult times.

But it was not there. Instead her fingers touched the cool, clammy collar around her neck. Unable to see what it was, she clawed frantically at the collar, but it was wound securely on her neck, and she nearly strangled herself trying to break the choker. Her finger touched the sore spot on the back of her neck, and with some prodding; she could make out the site where a lump was lodged in her neck. It reminded her of the microchip the vet had implanted in her dog. Almost unwillingly, she checked her ring finger, but they had not spared her engagement and wedding bands.

Alone, stripped of her personal possessions and her own clothes and trapped in a cell resembling a fish tank, she no longer could hold the tears and fears erupting within her.

“Return my stuff to me!” she cried, pounding the glass panel to the door hysterically, “Assholes! Cowards! Give me back my stuff and let me go at once!”

Incoherent and agitated, she raved and attacked the glass panel, kicking and punching the panel. Until finally, exhausted, she slumped into a heap at the panel, her ravings reduced to sobbing whimpers.

“Please… let me go…” she sobbed, “let me go…please…”

She dragged her body back onto the mattress bed, drew the blanket around herself and curled herself into a tight ball, wedged close against her corner.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered to the desolate cell air, “Why? Why me? Let me go, please!”

But there was no answer to her pleads, except for the whirring of the air-con fans. She lay on the bed, sobbing and whimpering, until exhaustion finally overtook her and she fell into an uneasy sleep.

She woke up the next morning to see (another?) masked handler arriving with the day’s meal. When she begged the man to let her go, the man pointedly ignored her and gestured at the food on the tray. She retreated fearfully into her corner, refusing to touch the food. The man offered the tray towards her, but she screamed and slapped the tray away.

Shrugging indifferently, the man cleared the mess as best as he could and left the room with the food uneaten. Hallae lay curled on the bed, tensed and terrified of what may come. Horrifying thoughts ran amok in her mind, flooding her with fear and adrenaline. She spooked at the tiniest of sound, imagining the worst every time. Wound as tight as a spring, the mental tension rapidly drained her of energy.

But as the shadows lengthened and the light faded away, nothing appeared to be happening. As night approached, she dozed in short fits, jolting awake every few minutes. Despite the thick blanket, the room’s temperature dipped and she felt the chilly air penetrate the flimsy gown and stabbed right through her body. When the dawn finally broke, she was physically exhausted and drained mentally.

When the glass panel did open, it was only the mask handler and his tray of food. He gestured to the food and waited. The sweet aroma of the bread roll and meat gravy wafted to her nose and set her stomach growling. But determined to hold out, Hallae remained curled and refused to touch the food. After what seemed like ages, the man casually took the tray and left.

And she was alone again. Surrounded by the stifling silence, she waited for the inevitable that never came. She found herself sporadically drooping into slumber and then jarring to consciousness. Hunger pangs gripped her stomach and rest constantly mocked her. the room’s temperature dipped as the central air-conditioning system worked tirelessly. Her teeth chattered so violently, she thought they are going to break.

Finally, the next time the handler arrived with the food, she reluctantly submitted and reached for the food when he ordered her to. She bit gratefully into the meat and greens and sighed with satisfaction as the warm food went down her stomach, warming her from inside out.

The handler grinned to himself as he watched the slut succumbed to her basic needs. Miracle what a few days of missed meals, isolation and reduced heating can do. Soon, he will have the slut eating out of his fingers, like so many others before her.

The days darkened into nights, which in turn brightened into days. She waited each day for something to happen, but the waiting yielded nothing but hours of fearful apprehension. She had no contact with no one other than the handler, who refused to respond to her questions, pleads and requests. Nevertheless, it was the only form of human contact available to her

How long had she been here? She wondered. Days? Weeks? Months?  She was beginning to find it difficult to keep track of time, of the days and nights.

Why hasn’t anyone found her yet? Were they looking for her? What was Brent doing? Is he looking for her?

She wandered aimlessly around her prison, prancing restlessly around like a caged animal in her flimsy teddy, which was starting to show signs of wear. Her inhibitions started to erode, she no longer felt uncomfortable in the translucent lingerie. She tried to remember the last thing she was doing before she was taken prisoner, but it was getting hazier with each moment that passed. Hallae Bowland, the person, was fading away.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally lost it. When the handler came with the morning meal, she immediately confronted him.

“Why are you keeping me here?” she shrieked, pouncing on the figure as soon as he appeared.

“Who are you? What exactly do you want? Why are you keeping me here? Either you kill me, or you let me go! I’m not an animal, you can’t keep me here like this! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Help! Help! Somebody, help me!”

The handler merely shook the petite body off him, fended off her pummelling and entertained her ravings in calm, if not bored manner. After her screeching diminished, he gestured at the food as always. It was as if nothing had happened at all. She wailed and kicked the food tray aside. The handler just shrugged unflappably, cleaned up and left.

In the Main Control room, Carlo grinned to himself. These purebreds are just so predictable, a few days of solitary confinement and they all start cracking like nuts. It’s not even a week, and the slut is already losing it. Just in time for the main course. The blood tests results had arrived and she had passed all the checks. Boss had just given instructions to proceed.

She watched the handler strolled out of her prison, her mind confused and agitated. She was started pacing around, dreading another day of isolation when she noticed changes in the routine. The curtains over the French windows started gliding silently across, throwing her prison into darkness.

“Stop! What are you doing? What do you want?” she screamed apprehensively, throwing herself onto the glass panel and tried in vainly to claw the curtains back from the other side of the glass.

Petrified, she cowered back into her corner on the mattress.

“What do you want?” she whispered hoarsely.

A warm glow of light from concealed sources flooded the room. Then, after all the days of complete silence, a loud voice boomed from unseen speakers.

“Good afternoon, Bowland,” a detached voice spoke, “I trust you are enjoying your stay with us?”

“Who are you? What do you want?” she whimpered.

“Who we are is not important. More importantly, who are you?”

“I…”

“Hallae Gina Bowland, wife of Brent Bowland, respectable businessman.”

“What do you want? Where’s Brent?” Horrible images of Brent’s dead body flooded her mind.

“Do you love your husband?” the voice suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Do you love your husband?” it repeated.

“Of course! I love Brent and he loves me!” reflexively, Hallae responded to the air.

“Really? Bowland really, truly loves you?”

“Of course! I’m his wife!”

“Then, shouldn’t he be out looking for you?”

“He will find me!”

“I doubt it, Bowland, I really doubt it.”

“No! He loves me and he will find me…. Unless….. unless you killed him!” Tears of fear welled up.

“No, Bowland, we didn’t kill your husband. But right now, I’m afraid he’s got more important things on his mind.”

“No! What else can be more important than looking for his missing wife? What?”

“Another woman, or should I say, girl?”

“What…”

The curtained wall suddenly slid aside to reveal the large projection screen hidden behind the curtain. The screen exploded into pictures and the room was suddenly filled with loud TV static. On the screen, the evening 8 o’clock news was on, with the local newscaster reporting the current headlines: ‘Daughter of prominent businessman missing'. The date on the side of the screen was 7 Feb.

<Voice of news reader>

The only daughter of Eric Saggio, 14 year-old Jacquetta Saggio, was reported missing today.

She was last seen having her lunch in the school cafeteria, and witnesses had seen her helped out, apparently sick, by an unidentified man.

After the lunch hour ended, she was reported missing from her classes, and she had not been seen since.

Anyone who has news of her whereabouts is encouraged to come forward…..

Hallae stared uncomprehendingly at the picture of Jacquetta Saggio in the clip. Missing girl, Saggio, 7 Feb…

The scene abruptly changed to another news clip with the headline:

‘Local businessman arrested on suspected kidnapping and assault charge’ – 9 Feb

<Voice of news reader>

A local businessman, Brent Bowland, was arrested yesterday afternoon for the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio.

Saggio had been reported missing and presumably kidnapped from her school the day before.

Following a informer tip, the police closed in on the Bowland residence late yesterday afternoon, and managed to rescue Saggio from the premise. She is reported to be severely injured and traumatised by her ordeal and currently in the hospital in critical condition.

The suspect, believed to be up-and-coming local businessman Brent Bowland, had reportedly engaged the police in combat during the rescue attempt and sustained injuries. He was arrested and admitted into the hospital for treatment. The police are now seeking Hallae Bowland, wife of the accused, to come forwards and assist with the case investigation…

She gaped open-mouthed at the screen, in an apparent state of shock.

Brent kidnapped the missing girl? He injured the girl? It can’t be… he is not that kind of person… Jumble thoughts raced through her head as the news jumped into the next headline.

'Local businessman to be charged with kidnapping and assault' – 11 Feb

The prime suspect in the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio will be formally charged in court today.

Jacquetta Saggio was kidnapped from her school on Monday afternoon and imprisoned by the accused until the police rescued her from the Bowland residence. She remained in critical condition in the hospital, although there is no information on the injuries she sustained.

Brent Bowland, the suspect arrested during the rescue had proclaimed his innocence. Due to the age of the victim, the prosecutor will be requesting for a gag order on all media reports with regards to this case.

The new clips kept coming, showing the different newscasters from various other news channels reporting on the same crime. The news clips followed from reports of the girl’s disappearance to the upcoming trial of the arrested suspect. Apparently, Brent had kidnapped a 14-year-old schoolgirl, from her school, and had brutally raped her.

Hallae cowered in her corner, overwhelmed by the barrage of news. Her thoughts were in total disarray, trains of thoughts broken by other trains of thoughts.

Brent? Kidnap? Rape? Brent? My Brent? Rape? Who? What? Why?

Then she noticed the news paper clipping captured onscreen. It was a clipping from the local tabloid papers, a paper known for outrageous accusation and bizarre reporting. Random lines jumped into her brain

'Local businessman's sex party'

The prime suspect in the kidnapping of Jacquetta Saggio had appeared to be a legitimate businessman, who had recently rumoured to be closing a multi-million deal with the government.

According to reliable sources, Bowland is not all he appeared to be. Sources revealed that he had often engaged in deviant sexual parties, with multiple partners and engaging in SM activities. Bowland had reportedly participated in these sexual orgies and had even helped to organise some of these 'parties'.

Coincidentally, his wife and able assistant, Bowland, has disappeared following the arrest of Bowland. It is believed that Bowland has 'assisted' her husband in the Saggio kidnapping, and had fled the scene prior to Bowland's arrest. She had not been seen at the Bowland residence since, and sources believed that she has fled the country and her current whereabouts is unknown.

Following the scandal, the government is now denying all association with the Bowland Shipping Co.

Brent? Sex party? Me participated? Me? Organised? Me on the run? What?

“What the hell is going on?” she screamed, clutching her head in anguish, “These are lies! Lies! I never did anything! I never organised any…”

“And, that Bowland, is why Bowland is not out looking for you. He’s too busy defending his own ass!” The dispassionate voice spoke up one more time, before switching off again.

“No… no… no…” Hallae wailed, clamping her hands on her ears, as the barrage of news reports continued to pour from the screen. She lost track of what each report tried to say, as the reports began fused into one chaotic mess.

“No… it can’t be! Brent would never do that!” Hallae repeated to herself, resolutely refusing to believe in the news reports and clippings.

After what seemed like hours, the news clip videos finally ran itself out, and the screen wound into the familiar static screen. Hallae cringed in the corner, mumbling and muttering determinedly to herself. The impassive voice rang out once more.

“Still not convinced? Still sure your husband loves only you? How about a Valentines’ Day movie to prove his love? This is your husband’s gift to you, Bowland. Happy Valentines’ Day!”

The screen sprung to life again, with the movie title ‘The Bowland Love Story’.

Hallae’s breath caught in her throat as she saw a very familiar scene on the screen. It was an overview shot of the master bedroom in her house, the matrimonial bed that she had shared with Brent. It was the room that she and Brent had lovingly put together, where they both spent many wonderful days together. Hallae blushed at the thought of their lovemaking being caught on tape, distressed by the outrage of their privacy.

But the setting was familiar, yet unfamiliar. Brent was on their bed, but it wasn’t the same. There on the bed, was a petite girl, still dressed in her school uniform, strapped spread-eagle on their bed. Brent was bending over her, his actions unmistakeable. She could see the look of utter horror in the eyes of the girl. Even with the ball gag strapped over the mouth and chin, Hallae recognised the girl as the missing school girl. The girl that Brent had ‘allegedly’ kidnapped.

Not alleged. He did it.

Hallae watched in horror as she was given a ‘movie preview’ of Brent’s assault on the girl. Unable to wrench her eyes away, she took in all the sight and sounds presented before her as Brent sadistically raped the young girl again and again. The cameras moved in for a closer look at Brent’s victim.

The girl’s tear-stained face was a twisted picture of fear and pain, her eyes clenched and even the veins on her neck were clearly visible. Her muffled screams of terror and whimpers of pain filtered clearly through the speakers, along with Brent’s huffs and pants.

Confusion, disbelief, anger, fear and many other emotions overwhelmed Hallae. She no longer trusted herself even to think.

“Stop it!” Hallae wailed, shrinking fretfully away from the screen, “Stop it, please….please… make it stop… make Brent stop…. How could he do this? Please… make him stop!”

As soon as it started, the video projection was cut off, and the room was thrown back into complete silence and the only sounds hanging in the air were the sound of Hallae’s blood pounding in her ears and her heavy wheezing.

“Having fun yet?” a male voice cut through the silence. Hallae looked up to see a tall, broad shouldered man standing before him. Clad in a white bathrobe, the man’s almond-shaped green eyes stared fixedly at her, his thin lips drawn in a straight tight smile. His grey hair slightly ruffled, he looked like he had just gotten out of bed. He casually leaned against the glass panel and tapped his finger towards the screen.

“Enjoying your man’s performance?” the man’s face broke into a sneer, “Bet he never fucked you that eagerly before, huh?”

With a start, Hallae recognised the malevolent face with the distinctive eyes.

Jace Brown! One of the city’s most whispered name and most feared personality. His company, J Inc, was rumoured to have involvement in all levels of the city’s economy, legitimate and otherwise.

Cowering in terror, she stared warily at the man, all the time trying to draw the blanket closer around her, and twisted her body into a tight ball. When the infamous businessman made his move towards her, a horrified wail escaped her lips.

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Hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Stick around for Part III of The Bowland Agenda to find out, who is the real target in this twisted plan and what will happen to the Bowlands...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thomas handed him the gag and Carver straddled Matt’s bound legs. He sidled up close to Matt, grinding his groin into their prisoner. Then he reached up and clamped Matt’s nose closed with his left hand, staring into his eyes. After a few moments, Matt gave in and gasped for air. Carver let him gasp a breath in before shoving the gag into his mouth. He released Matt’s nose and reached behind his head to fasten the gag into place. Then he slid down Matt’s legs a little and reached his left hand out to Thomas.

“I love this part,” he said staring into Matt’s eyes as Thomas put a cock leash into his hand. He quickly fastened it around Matt’s cock and balls, gently stroking them as he worked. “There.” He patted Matt’s right cheek. “All done.”

As Carver moved off of Matt, Thomas released him from the collar holding him to the van wall. Carver wrapped the leash tightly in his fist and the two men stepped from the van. When Matt didn’t move Carver tugged roughly on the leash.

“Let’s go, pretty boy.”

Matt fought against the fear and tears. This can’t be happening again, he thought. He struggled with his decision. What to do? If he left the van he left his only connection with the outside world, with Nels, with his only hope of rescue. If he didn’t they’d just pull him out anyway. He leaned forward to try to squirm out when Carver yanked on the leash again, drawing a harsh grunt from Matt. The young man paused to get his breath back, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain in his groin. When a sharp, shrill scream rang out, Matt’s head jerked up, his eyes wide. The two men standing outside the van started laughing.

“I guess Vega made it with the little bitch,” Thomas commented.

Carver glanced back into the van again. “Let’s go, boy,” he growled at Matt.

Matt slowly scooted forward again. When he reached the van door and was sitting on the edge of the floor, the two men grasped his elbows and pulled him to his feet next to the van.

“Let’s go, sweet cheeks,” Carver said, smacking Matt hard on the ass, knocking him forward a step.

“Unh,” Matt grunted through the gag.

The two men walked at their normal gait ahead of him, Carver leading him by the leash attached to his cock. He shuffled as quickly as he could behind them. They walked down a long, narrow walk to a large, sprawling cabin. There was wrap-around porch going around most of the cabin with four steps leading up to it. Thomas and Carver took the steps two at a time but Matt had to slowly struggle up them. The chains between his feet and legs barely reached to let him step up each step. Carver tugged on the leash again.

“Ungh.” Matt almost fell to his knees from the pain.

“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s go.”

His chest heaved from pain and the effort to keep up. When he managed to climb the last step up onto the porch he was praying it ended soon. He knew he couldn’t go through this again. And these men working with Danny seemed even more sadistic than the ones he’d surrounded himself with four years ago. Then he heard screaming again. Oh, God, who’s he got in there and what’s he doing to her, he wondered.

“Please, no, d-don’t,” a female voice begged from inside the cabin.

The hackles at the back of Matt’s neck stood on end. There was something familiar about that voice. He was led forward toward the open front door of the cabin. When Thomas and Carver stepped through Matt’s heart skipped a beat. A short, stocky dark-skinned man stood to one side of the large living room. Danny stood in the center of the room looming over a small dark-haired woman bound to a support post running from floor to ceiling. A young blonde man was tied to a chair staring in hatred at Danny. A gag kept him silent.

“P-please,” the woman begged. “D-don’t hurt him.”

“Why shouldn’t I just kill him, Amanda? I don’t need him.”

“P-please….”

Oh, God, no, Matt thought.

“Where do you want pretty boy?” Carver asked.

The blonde man on the chair let his eyes slide to stare in surprise at Matt as Danny turned around and strode toward the leashed man. When Danny held his hand out toward him, Carver passed the leash to him.

“Come here, boy. I have an old friend over here I want you to see.”

Danny tugged on the leash and forced Matt to shuffle forward between the blonde man bound to the chair and the woman tied to the post. As Matt was led forward he saw what he’d feared when he’d heard her voice. Amanda Guerrez stood bound, in tears, to the post. Her dark blue blouse ripped open and her bra pulled down, exposing her large, round breasts.

“Oh, God, Matt,” she whispered.

He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately felt a burning pain in his groin. His eyes sprang open.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Danny said, twisting the leash tightly around Matt’s cock and balls. He jerked Matt around by the tightened leash. “Let me introduce you to Agent Salinger.”

Oh, Christ, Matt thought staring into the blonde man’s blue eyes.

“Oh, but you probably already know him since you’re buddies with those fucking C.I.A. assholes.” Danny kicked Salinger’s lower left leg. “You know pretty boy Matt here?”

Salinger slowly shook his head from side to side.

“No? He was your star witness against me. You sure you don’t know him?”

Salinger continued to shake his head.

“Well,” Danny said with a smile. “Maybe you two should get acquainted then.”

“Please, Master,” Amanda cried, “Please, leave them alone.”

“Don’t worry, Amanda,” I haven’t forgotten about you, bitch.” Danny turned to look back over his shoulder at the other men standing behind him. “Take these two idiots in back and lock them in. Then get out. I need some time alone with my little pet. I’ve missed her.”

He handed Matt’s leash back to Carver while Thomas and Vega picked up the chair Salinger was tied to and carried him along behind Matt and Carver. The two men were taken to a small narrow room with no light. Matt was forced to kneel at a wall where his leash was then fastened to a metal hook bolted to the wall. Carver locked it in place and left. Thomas and Vega set Salinger’s chair down facing Matt’s trapped body.

The men left and closed the door behind them, locking it as they left. Salinger waited a few minutes once they were gone then started wiggling on his chair. Matt turned his head and stared at the man in curiousness as he struggled with his own bonds. When they heard Amanda’s screams and cries, Matt leaned his head against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut.

Suddenly, Salinger’s hands were free. He jerked the gag off and started working on the ropes around his feet. In minutes he was free. Silently moving off the chair, he knelt next to Matt and removed the gag from his mouth, slipping his hand over the young man’s lips. Matt nodded his understanding. Salinger removed his hand and leaned close.

“I’ll see if I can find something to get you loose,” he whispered in Matt’s ear.

His words were so soft Matt could barely hear him. Matt shook his head.

“No,” Matt hissed. “Amanda.”

“In a minute,” Salinger answered him before he moved away.

He was back in a heartbeat, a tiny wire in his right hand. His fingers started working the wire into the locks of the cuffs trapping Matt’s wrists. Within minutes, Matt’s arms were free, the cuffs and belt falling away. Salinger quickly moved to the locks on the cuffs above his knees. When those fell open he moved to the cuffs around the young man’s ankles. They were quickly opened. Matt had already released his cock from the leash and Salinger helped him to his feet.

“Who’s your contact?” he whispered in Matt’s ear.

“Nelson Sheridan,” Matt replied softly. “I had a cell phone. It’s on in the back of their van. Nels said he’d try to track it.”

“Good.”

He patted Matt’s shoulder then moved away. In silence, Salinger carefully inspected every inch of their black prison. The only door was the one they’d been brought in through. Salinger finally sighed in defeat and returned to stand next to Matt.

“We’re going to have to go out the same way we came in,” he whispered in Matt’s ear. “I don’t have a weapon so we’ll have to be quiet. Let me lead. Stay back until I wave you forward.”

“No,” Matt grabbed his arm. “He’ll kill you.”

They heard a shrill scream and feet pounding on the floorboards of the cabin. Salinger grabbed Matt and threw him into the opposite corner from where he’d been chained. Then he crouched in front of the young man and pulled the chair in front of both of them. The door flew open and shots rang out. Salinger lunged forward with the chair knocking Vega to the floor. The gun in Vega’s hand slid across the floorboards in the dark little room. Salinger crashed the chair over Vega’s head then fell back when a bullet crashed into him. Another shot rang out and Thomas fell forward, landing face down across Salinger’s legs in front of Matt.

Suddenly, everything seemed to stop for Matt except the shouting outside in the rest of the house. When a hulking shadow appeared in the doorway Matt thought it was Carver. Then a second and third joined the first.

“Freeze! Don’t move!” someone shouted.

Matt automatically put his hands up. “Agent Salinger was shot,” he called.

The men carefully moved into the room with their weapons raised. Matt remained where he was, not moving. As the first three men moved into the room four more joined them. They checked Vega then moved on to Thomas’ body. When they reached Salinger one of them recognized him and called over his shoulder.

“Agent down!”

Two men moved forward and pulled Salinger from the room. The lead man stared down at Matt.

“You are?”

“Matt Jamison.”

The lead man pressed the mouthpiece hanging down along his jaw closer to his mouth.

“Tell Sheridan I have his boy.” He looked over his shoulder at one of the men standing behind him. “See if you can find some clothes.”

The man gave a short nod and disappeared.

“You alright?” the leader asked.

“Yeah. Amanda, is she okay?” Matt asked.

“Amanda? Who’s Amanda?”

“Amanda Guerrez. She was here,” Matt replied. “Mitchellson had–”

“Mitchellson? He was here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck!”

Before the man could say anything else Nels shoved his way into the room. When he saw Matt sitting on the floor he rushed forward and knelt in front of him, pulling him into an embrace.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he leaned back on his heels

“Yeah, fine. He has Amanda.”

Nels nodded. “I figured as much when I saw them take Kenny out.”

“Kenny?”

“Salinger.”

There was a low moan behind them. All eyes turned to stare at Vega.

“Somebody get that trash out of here,” Nels ordered, motioning at the unconscious Vega. A man squeezed through the door past the two carrying Vega out and handed Matt a pair of sweats.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. He nervously slipped them on as he asked, “Nels, what about Jenny?”

“She’s fine, Matt. She’s with Turner. He’s watching out for her.”

Matt nodded, forcing down a sob and sank to his knees. Nels reached out and grasped Matt’s right elbow.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

They both got to their feet and slowly walked from the room. Nels led him back through the house and out the front. He tried to ignore all the armed men dressed in black milling around the house. Once outside, Nels led him to a dark blue sedan and opened the back door. Matt slid in and laid his head back against the seat. Nels slid in next to him and closed the door. He reached out, handing something to Matt. When Matt looked down at the hand extended to him, he realized it was his cell phone.

“I found it in the back of the van,” Nels said quietly.

Matt nodded. He accepted the phone and held it in his hands, remaining silent for a moment. Finally, without looking up he asked, “How’s Salinger?”

“He took it in the chest. They’re working on him.”

Matt squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Nels,” he said softly.

“Matt, if it weren’t for you we probably wouldn’t have found any of you. At least we have you and Kenny back. He’ll be fine. He can tell us what happened, how they got Amanda.” Nels shrugged. “Who knows how much more information he can give us.”

Matt turned his head to stare at Nels. “Where is she, Nels? Where’s Mitchellson? He was here.”

“I know.” Matt could hear the pain and sorrow in Nels’ voice. “They’re gone. A car sped off just as we were breaking in. We think it was Danny. He probably took Amanda and ran.” Nels rubbed his left hand across his forehead. “We were lucky to get to you before they killed you.”

“Salinger’s doing,” Matt admitted.

“He’s a good agent. He’s strong and healthy. He’ll be fine, Matt.” Nels nodded at the cell phone Matt still gripped in his hands. “Call Jenny, she’s worried.”

Nels climbed from the car and closed the door. Mat opened his phone and pressed the number two key then put the phone to his ear as he watched Nels walk back toward the house.

“Jen, it’s me.”

“Thank God! Are you okay? What happened? Did he hurt you? Where are you?’

“Hey,” Matt laughed. “Slow down. I’m fine. He has Amanda though. Nels is here. I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck out here but I’ll be home – where ever you are – as soon as I can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“I love you, Matt. What happened?”

“I was stuck on the beltway behind an accident. A guy came up to the car and said he was a detective. He had ID, Jen. He said Mitchellson had escaped and they were there to take me to you because we were being taken into protective custody. I was scared shitless. I just new you were in danger. I was so afraid he’d get to you.”

“Nels was here. He was hoping to catch you here, before you left for work He had somebody waiting for you there too. When they heard about the accident Nels jumped in his car and we drove down there. Matt, I was terrified when we found your car empty. When he told me you drove off in a police car with people that weren’t officers I thought I’d die.”

“I’m sorry, Jen. I thought….”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah but Amanda….”

“Nels will find her.”

“Yeah, I know. But what’s going to happen to her until then?”

“Don’t think about that, Matt. You couldn’t have done anything for her. She knows that.”

“I gotta go, Jen.”

She could hear the tears in his voice.

“Be careful and stick close to Nels.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you, Matt.”

He clicked the phone closed and slipped it into the pocket of the sweats they’d given him. When he glanced out the car window he saw Nels approaching again. Another man stopped Nels and he paused to talk to the man. While Matt watched them the driver’s door of the car he waited in opened and a man in a suit climbed in. Matt glanced at him but quickly turned back to watch Nels. When the car started and Nels turned to look in surprise at the car Matt looked back at the driver again. He felt sick when he realized it was Carver. He reached for the door just as Carver stepped on the gas and peeled away from the cabin.

The driver of the car, took a right hand turn and followed a dirt track, he drove for about a further 3 miles and stopped, in the meantime his buddy had taken my cock out my pants and started to rub the end very gently, giving me an even greater hard-on, he then bent his head and started to suck my cock, which begining to ooze pre-cum.By the time the car stopped he had very carefully removed my jeans to ankle level, and had brought my under pants down below my knee,s , so I was sat there with one very hard cock ,partially naked ,with two very horny men , who announced that their intention was to fuck me ......

When the driver stepped out of the car both my hands were released , and I got out trying to run,but of course I tripped over my own trousers and landed in a heap on the floor...The taller one of the men lowered his body on top of me ,pinning me to the ground, his pal had taken his own trousers and underclothes off ,and put his hardening dick on the my lips, I was,nt really in a position to argue and the pressure of the other mans weight of my body,was getting very heavey,and I open my mouth to try and capture extra air,I caught his cock, in it came, and the man held my head quite tightly,and proceeded to fuck my mouth. He took my right hand and told to fondle his balls, I did as I was told, the other man got off my body, he removed all of his clothes , came and laid down beside and started stroking my cock again, Then he realised that I had two hands, he released my cock and moved into a position were he could access my other hand and told rub/stroke it.I did just that and started to rub his cock very fast, he did,nt need much encouragement ,I quickly brought him off and his sperm came out and covered my face, and dripped off my chin, and onto my chest, His friend saw what happened ,his quickly came himself, and held my head even tighter, and exploded inside my mouth, most of which I was forced to swallow, the rest just slipped out of my mouth onto my chest with the other......I took my own hand and placed on my cock and wanked myself silly, I needed to cum, they just watched, wanking there own cocks back to an erection, I came floods of sperm, It flew out of me ,up my chest , and just dripped out.,The taller of the men, bent down beside took my now flacid cock,and started to suck it,cleaning off my sperm and giving a slow wank, his own cock was hard again,and they order me to lie on my belly, I turned over, and got on the my knees, & the shorter one got down and started to finger my arse, he was putting his finger in with longer strokes and encouraged my arse to become wider, ...

Well his now very hard cock found its own way (Just like a homing pigeon) up my bottom and into my anal passage, and with his right hand ,he manouvered me into a position where he could stroke my now hardening cock, he started to whisper in my ear, that he would like to cum the same time as him, and he really started ram his cock into me,I had never had this type of sex before, and I can honestly I was,nt aiming to repeat it, ...

He suddenly pulled his cock out of me ,quickly to be replaced by his friends cock,that was even bigger, and I was lifted off the ground to a 45 degree angle, still being fucked,and now finding a hard cock entering my mouth as well, I started to wank my own cock it was ready for a nice pussy, (Girl), that was not going to happen. My arse shagger was begining to wind up like a coiled spring and with a swift grab of my hips,unleashed torrents of hot spunk inside me, he kept comming,it seemed endless ,but at last his cock plopped out ,and his friend came in my mouth,with gusto,spunk everywhere, I did,nt like the taste and I cannot abide the smell, but that was not stopping them ......

 

When they had finished with me,I heard them say that I could I would make a good sex slave, and they would enhance their collection, Im not a bloody ornament, I said, shut the fuck up, the tall one said,you will do as you are told, get yourself dressed,and get in the car, back seat. Well I had to do as I was told,as I had no means of getting away from them especially in the middle of nowhere,I felt that if I went along with their order I could find a way out at a later date.......

We drove for about an hour and a half,through towns and the countryside, until we came to a rather grand affair on the left hand side of the road, they turned into and drove up a long drive, it ended at a large Mock Tudor house, with leaded windows, a large front door, with a great big over sized brass door knocker....The tall man got out of the car to be greeted by a youth of about 15 years old,hello Sir he said, the youth had some type of ragged uniform on, then I realised it was a large cloth flap which covered his genetalia, and as he came down the short step the man lifted the flap and openly fondled the youths cock, he said I hope you have,nt been wasting any of your spunk have you ,and with that statement squeezed his cock , No Sir,I have,nt touched it, the man then turned his attention to the youths arse , bend over slut he said,he bent over and the man felt inside his arse cheeks, and then smacked bottom hard,the youth winced, and said nothing, he straightened himself up and went back inside the house..

They called to me to get out of the car, he said there is one rule which you will obey,you will do exactly as we tell you,and you don,t masturbate, your spunk is for our pleasure only, do you understand, I nodded Yes...Now go into the house and speak to (A2) you are going to be known as (A9), and you will refer to us as SIR1 & SIR2, off you go (A2) will tell you exactly what is expected of you,.

Do please write a reveiw of this my first Complete Gay Story, is it good,bad or indifferent,and should I write chapter 2,