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A new slave is always examined and scrutinized by her potential Mistresses. After all, the slavegirl might not be what the Mistress is looking for - and it is imperative that a Mistress gets what she wants. In this case, Mistress Superb had met slave Marian for the first time just a day ago; a day (and night) in which the Mistress thoroughly tested Marian's firm 19 year-old flesh with a firmly-wielded leather whip.....
Mistress Superb had decided that slave Marian was a worthy piece of pussy that she would keep. The slavegirl's eyes had teared as her Mistress daintily carved her mark on her new property before readying for transport to her new home.
“Now, now, girl. There's no need for you to cry anymore. Your Mistress is going to take very good care of you - for the rest of your life.... Now just like her middle finger and let her know what you’re gonna do for her fat clit tonight… uh?"
Some might think of it as cruel to immediately subject a new, naive slavegirl to pain and agony within a few days of her capture and processing - but it really is a necessary element of helping her adjust to her new situation in life. A way of shocking her out of her old ways and making her more amenable to the many changes that she will be experiencing over the next few months or so. A slavegirl must be completely stripped of her former identity and re-made and reeducated in order that she is transformed in to the loving gal from whom her Mistress gets satisfaction...
"That's it, run your fingers along the cane, dear," Mistress Vivian instructed the slavegirl, guiding the sobbing girl's hand on the cane offered by Mistress Raven. " Do it slowly, feel the smooth texture. Such a marvellous instrument; made of the finest cut of bamboo. Mistress Raven has used it on so many deserving girls - girls like you, my love....."
“And feel my paddle," Mistress Bruna interjected from behind the cowering slave. " I had it especially cut and formed for me many years ago. So balanced and easy to swing. You'll faint a few times from it tonight, sweetie, but don't worry about it. I'm so ready for you, so ready to see how much more I can make you take...."
There are no barriers of age or physical appearances when it comes to a slavegirl's Mistresses. All that a slave needs to know is what her Mistress wants and how best to service her needs. The slave novice Carla, just freshly plucked out of her former college debutante existance, was learning just that. That her duty wuld be to serve and service not only middle-aged sisters Sandra and Rhonda, but also their mother. Nelly might be an old grandmother, but she was still the senior Mistress of her family group. She and her two daughters were now slaveCarla's Mistresses and they would all share the joys of Carla's labors on their behalf.
Mistress Rhonda rubbed herself as she watched her mother preparing to be the first to introduce their new slavegirl to the touch of leather. Mistress Sandra,
the elder sister would be next to spend time with their new property. Rhonda didn't mind being last; watching was always exciting and they had all the time they needed to familiarize themselves with Carla. Yes, mom would be first. Age, even old age, had it's privileges.
"Don't fear, my pretty," Mistress Nelly told a frightened Carla as she pushed the girl's head downward toward her ancient crouch. " My pussy might be old, but it still needs a young tongue like yours to set it tingling again. Lick it, make it happy. That will show me just how much of my strap I'll need to put to you..."
By it's very nature, the sometimes random bringing together of Mistresses and slavecunts tends to be fraught with irony and uncertainty. But unlike pairing male Masters and their slavegirl victims, the pairing of a Dominant Mistress and her female slave most often is aimed more toward acquiring subservient love rather than simply inflicting pain or distress. Indeed, there are pain-oriented Dommes but the majority are not. Miss Ellen was a Mistress of rank in both her public persona and her hidden lesbian Mistress orientation. She always got what she wanted. The two 18 year-old apprentice nuns Sonia and Doreen had very much appealed to Miss Ellen at that charity event some months ago. Two soft, sweet, innocent virgin nuns - just the right type that Miss Ellen had been seeking to be her pussy-eating, ass-licking and house-cleaning girls . The kind of girls that Miss Ellen would share with her girlfriend Miss Kira: Miss Kira who loved to watch and be watched....
The kind of girls who Miss Ellen would pay a large amount of money to have snatched and delivered....
It was the very scared and confused apprentice nun named Sonia whom the Mistress, Miss Ellen wanted the most. The other nun, the equally frightened Doreen, would be shared with Miss Kira. Miss Kira, who was so intense and so inventive. There would be so much pleasure to be had........so often....
Miss Ellen's voice was firm and demanding as she told the nun, " Here, feel my pussy. Don't pay any attention to your friend; Miss Kira's gonna keep her busy. Do as I say and I won't hurt you! See how wet it is? I'm going to teach you to take care of it."
And Miss Ellen's strong and demanding fingers determinedly dug at the nun's cringing pussy as the Mistress told her, " Yes, girl, soon I'm going to be the only one you'll worship..."
The novice slavegirl Carrie was a most attractive prize for any of the many Mistresses who had the resources to acquire her. Carrie was tall and beutiful , from a
wealthy, socially-established family. The future was supposed bright and with almost limitless potential: Grand parties, world travel, exciting friends and adventure. All the things that a well-bred society girl like Carrie expected to experience and enjoy.
Carrie didn't expect to be kidnapped two weeks ago. Didn't expect to be trussed and spirited off her property like large sack of groceries.
Now Carrie's world was entirely different. The wrinkled old dowager Miss Von Hampton owned her now. Miss Von Hampton might be aged and creaky, but the underlings who staffed her disheveled mansion had no trouble enforcing their Mistress's orders when it came to punishing slaveCarrie for the slightest hesitation or disobedience...
Oh, God! She's back for more! Carrie sobbed as the ugly form of Miss Von Hampton once again was on the big bed with her.
" Mmmmm...you did such a good job of licking my cunt last time that I just had to have you do it again. I knew that you'd be the one to make this old woman feel good. I’ve got some new ideas for that tongue of yours this time - things I just know that you're going to do really, really well." Her gnarled fingers squeezed and pulled at Carrie's breasts as she started pushing the girl down on the bed.
The real test for any slavecunt is just how much sexual satisfaction they are able to give her Mistress. Any lesbian Mistress worthy of the title will demand much, much more pleasuring than the average woman. After all, was this a major part of the reason of their becoming Mistresses in the first place? To be pleased and pleasured? Her slave was there to provide her with as many orgasms a day as she wanted. And the more orgasms a Mistress experienced, the more orgasms she needed to keep her content.
Sweet, petite slaveNancy was learning that now. The more she managed to pleasure Miss Amy, the more pleasure Miss Amy demanded from her. Nancy's mouth, lips and tongue were what Miss Amy kept busy. The slave's mouth tasted of the Mistress's pussy juices. It also hinted of other flavors; darker, more unpleasant ones. But slaveNancy did what was demanded of her; otherwise she would again be screaming, crying and begging from the severe punishment that would be handed out.
Miss Amy's stout frame quivered from the remains of her latest orgasm, the third one that her bound slavegirl had managed to give her within this last hour. Maybe she wouldn't beat Nancy after all; the girl had gotten better and better each time Miss Amy rode her face with her leaking, fat cunt. Good.
So good. Miss Amy lifted that leaking, fat cunt off Nancy's tired mouth and shifted herself forward just a bit.
"That's the way I want to be satisfied every time, slave," Miss Amy groaned as she spread her asscheeks. " And this is your reward, sweetheart. Make sure you thank me real good by rimming me out deep and strong, the way you know I like it. Ahhhhhhhhh....." Miss Amy's voice was hoarse . The slavegirl's captive tongue was thrillingly wet as it probed and thrashed around Miss Amy's lowered asshole.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Damnnnnnnnn...! You filthy little bitch," Miss Amy muttered as she started rotate her big ass.
Mistress Tyra gave a soft grunt that sharply contrasted with the full-throat cry of agony that came from the tall blond slavegirl whose pussy was being impaled by Tyra's clenched fist.
"Oh, yeah, baby..... yeahhhhhhhhh!" the Mistress teased in her low voice. "Yeah, baby, give it up to me, give it up to me, girl! Move those hips. Move that cute pussy around on my fist!"
Mistress Tyra gave a hard push of her fist, burrowing it to the back of the slave's tortured uterus, causing a visible ripple of pain and discomfort to run the length of her body.
The blonde's scream was high-pitched. "Aaaaaaiiiieeee....! God! Noooooo! Uhhhhhhh..."
The Mistress started rotating her fist, sometimes grabbing and tugging on one of those special places inside of the slave's cunt. Places that only another woman could know about and exploit to her advantage. She was mildly aware of her girlfriend's involvement with the other slavegirl beside them. She could hear "....Ohhhh, nice, nice! Suck that tit good, bitch......get me wet...."
This was going to be a good night. Lots of orgasms and satisfaction ahead.....
"Mistress Tyra's sharp nails scraped the rear wall of her slave's cunt and was rewarded with another loud cry of, "Noooooo! Please! It hurts!"
Strange, the Mistress thought, that such a tall, willowy bitch had such a shallow pussy. Well, she'd just exercise self-control as her fist and fingers rudely explored this slave's captive cunt. Tyra was an expert at this; soon she'd have half her other arm jammed up the girl's asshole. Then the fun would really start.......
"Feel my nails, dear? Better the loving hand of another woman than the rough dick of an old bastard for a virgin’s first time, don’t you think? Gonna do your asshole later, buy first lets gonna have some fun with that tight pussy of yours, OK?"
Miss Zywosinski and her lesbian partner Eva had long used the services of Madame Yovonsky's far-flung kidnapping network. The Madame was reliable and diligent in her efforts on Zywosinski's behalf. She knew exactly what kind of girl her rich, jaded customer preferred and always made sure to get her what she wanted. Miss Zywosinski liked innocent, perky-faced blond English gals between 18 and 20, no taller than 5', 3", with a petite frame and hailing from an upper-class background. Yes, very exacting in her tastes, but always willing to pay a grand price - and always back for more within a few months. The Madame had no idea of whatever fates awaited the young slaves that she obtained for the old dowager - and she didn't care. Business was business...
"This one's a real cutie," Miss Zywosinski told the Madame as she examined the cowering English literature student who had been the latest piece of pretty flesh snatched for her. "You've outdone yourself this time, Madame. I'm giving you a bonus for this one."
And then to her partner, Zywosinski said, "How about it, Eva? Isn't this one sweet little thing?"
"Well, she's a looker, I'll give you that. Depends if she can do everything I want her to do and do it real good."
"Oh, Eva, you always say that. You know that you'll be riding her face with that stinky cunt of yours every other hour until she's an expert! Every one of the Madame's finds have kept us happy and satisfied, no?"
"It's quite possible that we might end up keeping this one instead of what we normally go with the bitches that we buy from you," Miss Zywosinski told the Madame. "That's if she's as good at learning to lick cunt as she is beautiful. I've always wanted a really good-looking gal like this one to serve out the rest of her years being my personal toilet. Why don't I just go ahead and put in another order with you for another slave. That way, we can take our time teaching this little bitch to like drinking our piss and eating our shit...."
The Madame smiled back impishly. "Of course, Miss Zywosinski. Always ready to find you another one. In fact, I already have some good prospects in mind for you. Especially a very, very attactive 19 year-old daughter of English land baron. Just the kind you like...."
A properly horny lesbian Mistress always appreciates the opportunity to sample and experience younger, innocent flesh. This cute little foreign college student named Wendy was just the type that Ms. Yvenska and her cadre of like-minded Mistresses appreciated indeed. Luckily for these mature bon vivants of pussy, there were so many naive young Western female students backpacking the rural countrysides of Eastern Europe. Pretty, joyful and uncareful ladies just begging to be plucked off the numerous back roads or unsecured hostels. Their distressed parents back home would never have be able to find out whatever happened to their loved ones, no matter how much publicity or pressure that they exerted on the local authorities; local corrupt authorities. Wendy was only the latest - and she would not be the last...
And properly horny, Ms. Yvenska could barely contain herself from the thoughts of the many pleasures that Wendy would be providing her and her friends in the weeks ahead. Of course, these first few days would have to be spent getting Wendy into the right frame of mind; adjusting her attitude by way of pain and agony. But that would not be a problem - in fact it would be most enjoyable.
Wendy had the smallish, firm breasts the Ms. Yvenska liked on a girl. And such nice pink nipples; just right for Ms. Yvenska to suckle and bite while laying on top of Wendy on all those long, sweaty nights. She couldn't resist pinching one of those nipples between her strong fingers, giving them a sharp twist in the process.
"Ooooww....! Please!" Wendy's voice rose in discomfort.
"Now, don't you worry, my young darling," Ms. Yvenska chuckled soothingly. " I'm just testing the merchandise. We're all going to take turns putting the whip to that nice, smooth body of yours. You'll wiggle around and make all sorts of noise, but in the end you're going to be just fine...."
Having too many young girl slaves can be nice problem to have - it opened up so many wonderful possibilities for the Mistresses who enslaved them. There were so many available, hidden places for disposal in the dark, isolated Eastern European countrysides. It was a simple matter to arrange the discreet digging of a large grave to at night in the middle of one of the vast, abandoned farming estates. A grave big enough to hold a half-dozen female bodies. Especially now that it was summer, the time of year that hordes of more Western female students were again arriving in the area in search of adventure. Already the Mistresses were taking delivery of additional terrified so-to-be-slavegirls. The holding cells were beginning to full up again and the Mistresses were in the midst of extracting all sorts of new thrills from new mouths and pussies. So room had to be made....
Not the the present slaves were not appreciated for all the orgasms that they had worked so hard to give their Mistresses over the long months before. Many a Mistress would, in some moment or other, fondly remember a past slave's particular way of working her tongue across her Superior's clit or up her anus. Yes, such sweet memories. But there were so many slaves arriving who would be contributing fresh, newer memories of the nastiest kind.
Slave Dianna had not realized her fate until she was walked into that room at the end of the cellblock, the same room that her fellow cellmate Rhonda had been taken when the Mistresses had first come visiting that morning. Dianna had no idea what was happened behind the closed door at the end of the hallway. All she could hear was her cellmate's muffled screams over a period of a half-hour or so and then silence. Then they had returned to take Dianna. They laughed when Dianna saw Rhonda's dead body hanging at the end of the rope.
"Mmmmm....let me have a lick of those tasty tits of yours while Mistress Ivana ties your hands," said the fat Mistress Katia. " We want to give you a proper send-off by doing a little caning session on you before we string you up. Then you can join your lovely friend there..."
At Betaura Castle, Ms. Kalanski was very pleased with the size of the buying audience for her monthly slave auction. Her lesbian clientele, ladies of means that they all were, were excited at the prospect of being able to bid on the latest batch of female slave bitches that had been delivered up for sale. Like the other Lesbian Mistress societies that operated underground all throughout Eastern Europe, the Betaura Society specialized in arranging the capture and enslavement of pretty ladies. But unlike the rest, this particular society of lesbian Superiors acquired it's girls from all parts of the world. This month had been very good; a slew of twenty-six attractive captives had been turned over for sale. Ms. Kalanski always forked over a steep bit of cash when she took delivery of her human cargo, but she knew that she would make two to three times that in profit. The Mistresses were never shy about bidding against each other for the morsel that caught their eye and got them wet with anticipation. And their continued and unabated enthusiasm for new slaves had made it possible for Ms. Kalanski to completely restore and maintain Betaura Castle, a place that had been the property of the Kalanski family for centuries.
There was a murmur of excitement as Ms. Kalanski brought out the first slave to that night's auction. Yvette was a tall, well-formed and very pretty French brunette . Kalanski knew that the bidding for this one would be carried out with plenty of fervor.
"Sisters, you can clearly see that this is one sweet bitch. Look at this body - so shapely, yet strong enough to withstand all the physical punishment that you'll be subjecting her to while training her. There will many wonderful nights with this one, nights of joy and satisfaction!" Ms.Kalanski was beginning to work her audience.
"That's right, feel free to touch that smooth skin. Examine her nice pussy up close! So what am I bid to start off? Say, twenty thousand? Yes, Ms. Volga goes twenty! Do I see twenty-five...."
A slavegirl bought is a slavegirl used. Ms. Petrovani's bid of thirty-seven thousand had bought this demur 18 year-old American girl, Evelyn. They had only had a few hours together before it was time for bed. Ms. Petrovani had spent that time teaching Evelyn that proper way to say, " thank you, Mistress" after each swing of the paddle. To the Mistress, the days spent breaking in a girl were almost as enjoyable as the sexual pleasures that girl would be providing her in the many months to come.
Most definitely, Evelyn had great potential to be a source of satifaction for both Ms. Petrovani and her close circle of like-mind female friends.
When Evelyn was trotted out to the auction stage, Ms. Petrovani just had to have her. Evelyn was so short, petite and yet had a nice shape to her. Four feet, 10 inches of young womanhood with perfect, jutting tits..... And Ms. Petrovani was so big and thick; six feet, three inches of big-titted and wide-bodied Lesbian. A big, tough woman who had come up the hard way. An experienced, mature woman who could now buy almost anything she really wanted....
Evelyn's new home might be a spare, stone-wall underground cell, but the bed in it was comfortable and oversized. Just right for the two of them.
“I'm a firm believer in going to bed early," Ms. Petrovani said as she slowly settled her gross weight down on the compact form of the slavegirl under her. " The more time spent in bed, the better. Don't you agree?"
When the frightened Evelyn was slow to reply, one of her Superior's large, strong hands was quick to rock the slave's pretty face with a hard slap.
"Yyyyyes....Mistress, I agree..."
" Good. That's what I like to hear, American girl. The Mistress really liked American girls. So proud at first - but broken and trained so easily....
The majority of the group of college cheerleading finalists were still partying in one of the hotel suites when the two masked intruders knocked on the door. With Miss Thomas, the group's chaperone, firmly in their grip, they pushed they pushed their way inside before any of the girls had a chance to react.
"Okay ladies," one of the intruders warned them. "You're all so pretty; I hope none of you is going to be dumb enough to scream out or make any noise to warn the others. I'd really hate to have to shoot a couple of you along with your Miss Thomas here. After all, we don't want you dead. We just want you."
"Yeah," echoed his masked partner. "If you all are quiet and cooperate, everything's gonna be real fine and you'll might even enjoy the little trip we got planned for you."
The two intruders swiftly worked to get their intimidated captives gagged, handcuffed and ready to transport. A signal was sent to the big van that would be arriving at the rear of the hotel in a few minutes. Everything had been thoroughly arranged and going according to plan. The hotel's security had been bribed and the kidnapping of over a dozen cheerleaders would remain a mystery. And while waiting, one of the kidnappers decided to relieve some of his built-up tension by having a fun with Miss Thomas. The orders had been for delivering the cheerleaders fully clothed and unmolested. But no such restrictions had been set for the girls' older chaperone....
"Uhhhhh....that's it, bitch. Be quiet ,now. Just stand still and take this here cock in that pretty ass of yours. That's it, that's a good gal......just like that....uhhhhhh..."
"Ohhh...please...don't...It hurts so much..."
"Shhhhh....I told you to keep quiet. Don't make me have to kill you. Ahhh...feels real snug. I think you're gonna be a natural ass-fuck. That's gonna make you real popular, where you're goin'... Ahhhhhhhh....."
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After a hundred-mile trip in the kidnapper's van, the cheerleaders and their already-fucked chaperone finally arrived at the warehouse that would serve as their holding location until the special storage truck came to haul them across the border and on to their South American destination. Of course, as college cheerleaders, some of them tended to become somewhat vociferous in their fear and panic. But their captors were part of an organization that had a lot of experience in dealing with reluctant female cargo, so a session of hard whipping to those fine thighs and buttocks soon worked to calm things down.
In their cute, spiffy outfits, the captive cheerleaders were an instant hit with those various warehouse staffers who were there to help keep things running smoothly.
A few of them would have surely been tempted to try and drag off a particular captive but for the presence of Senora Tinsely. Senora Tinsely was the organization's overseer of White Slavery operations and she took a dim view of any activities that might result in damaged goods. And anyone who dared go against her orders would surely find themselves at the bottom the nearby lake. But the Senora didn't object to trotting out a couple of her cheerleading slaves for the enjoyment of her crew.
The Senora picked a crying and chastised Monique and Charlotte to be escorted out of their respective small cells and brought before her leering compatriots.
"Okay, you two are used to entertaining a crowd," she told them. " So entertain! Bend over and spread those cheeks! Show us what you got , babes! Spread 'em and show us those pink, college pussies and assholes...! Do it now!!"
Their faces red with shame, Monique and Charlotte did as ordered. Senora Tinsely's crew appreciated the sight, making many rude and degrading comments and suggestions.
One of the Senora's female assistants, her lust inflamed by the sight of what the captives had to offer, could not resist trying to make a deal for Monique. "Please, Senora! Let me buy that one! I'll pay you two thousand dollars for her right now"
"Now, now, you know better that that. Each one of these girls is already spoken for and there would be big trouble if one of them did not arrive to their buyer. And besides, the price of each one is many times more than what you can afford."
The truck that came to fetch the slaves had been especially equipped with oversized fuel tanks so that it's hauling of it's valuable cargo from the warehouse to the final destination would be a non-stop trip. Escorted by two additional cars filled with armed guards, the truck's driver and assistants had very little to worry about. But the girls were very worried indeed; they had no idea of what was in store for them....
The two burly guards looked over the next cheerleader in line to be put in the storage truck. "Now climb in. You can manage that, right? Or else we'll be happy to just toss you in. Sorry that we're going to have to gag you, it being a long trip and all. But look, you'll have all your friends as company. And even your trusty chaperone is coming along for the ride..."
After a long and very uncomfortable trip, the captives found themselves in a strange locale. In a different country. Being immediately separated from each other by strangers. being told nothing as to why they had be taken, why they were now here. In fact, one of the few things that they were told was, " Do not ask questions. Do not speak unless spoken to.
At this place, a certain Senora Veron seemed to be in charge of day-to-day operations. What she wanted done, it was done. There was no doubt on the part of the others who worked under her that Senora Veron had the confidence of and spoke for the Cartel, a very powerful and dangerous group of people.
And what Senora Veron wanted now was one of these new arrivals, one of these cute cheerleaders.....
"Get down on your knees, girl," Senora Veron ordered the blond cheerleader. " Don't pay any attention to my friend Pablo here. He will only watch us and maybe jack off a bit. Now look up at me and tell me your name."
"Laurie. My name is Laurie."
"Laurie. That's a nice name. I like it, it fits you. So I'll let you keep your name, Laurie."
With that, the Senora suddenly slapped Laurie hard across her face. Laurie yelped and fell back, but the older woman caught her by the hair and yanked her back. " You will always address me by 'Senora' or 'Mistress' whenever you speak to me. From now on, you will be punished severely any time that you fail to do this. Tell me you understand this."
Laurie's eyes were wet with tears now. She was so helpless and so afraid. " Yes, Mistress, I understand."
"Bueno, my sweet Laurie. I picked you out because you are so beautiful. You are so lucky that I chose you, that I have decided to give you the honor of serving me. Tell me - and be truthful, because I'll be able to tell if you lie to me. Have you ever been with a woman?"
"Mmmm, bueno. I always like to be the one who teaches and trains" Senora Veron gently
pulled Laurie's head forward. " Now you will kiss and lick my body. It is always good that a girl like you first learns to worship her Superior, to show that she is grateful and is giving me the respect that I naturally deserve.
"Then I will teach you the proper ways of eating my esteemed pussy..."
Senora Veron didn't consider herself a cruel woman. It was just that when dealing with slaves, one usually had to do cruel things. A new captive mind had to be shocked out of it's stubborn thoughts of freedom and independence. The pain and punishment that was administered so harshly to a slave was actually for her own good. The sooner that she was desperate to avoid the overwhelming agony and pain that resulted from her lack of obedience, the sooner that she could start to be trained in the proper thought processes to accompany her new behavior. It was all so simple. A simple way of conducting business.
Senora Veron's interest in Laurie was not related to her business interests. While the other slaves would be prepared to give their bodies for the use and financial benefit of the Cartel, Laurie would be prepared to give herself totally, body and soul, to the Senora. The Senora had grown tired of having a different , forgettable slavegirl every other night. No, this would not be the way with Laurie. She would train Laurie. She would keep Laurie.
So it was not cruel to have arranged for Laurie to be screaming, begging and pleading for mercy while suffering under the strict attention of Rosita's thin cane. The Senora had used Rosita's talents many times before, many because the woman, one of the Senora's long-time brothel whores, was expert in applying long and severe canings without leaving any permanent markings or scarings on her victim's body.
Rosita liked her work and she was doing such an intensely good job on Laurie now. Laurie would suffer for four hours each day for two weeks. When Rosita had finally finished with her, Laurie would be a trembling, traumatized piece of human meat - ready then for the permanent mental re-working that Senora Veron had in mind for her.....
For many deviants, the lure of being able to corrupt and abuse an more innocent, sweet sort of lady beats all others when it comes to pleasure. Nothing like a naive eighteen year-old girl when it comes to providing the thrill of being able to break her in and train her properly. At least this was the thinking of Uncle Mortie when his eighteen year-old niece Kathy asked if she might be able to stay at his place while she searched for employment. This was Kathy's first visit to the Big City; so very different from the serene, rather isolated country farm on which she had been raised by her dowdy, overbearing parents. Kathy wanted to experience the excitement of the city - and dear old Uncle Mortie was all too willing to help her. He would show his niece all the excitement that she could ever imagine.
Uncle Mortie was a crude man. Making his living working for a variety of bookmakers, tended to handle things rather roughly. And at this moment, he was also roughly handling his niece Kathy.
"Damn, my dumb sister sure had herself a sweet little pussy of a daughter. Never thought a bitch as ugly as her could ever have offspring as good -lookin' as you," Mortie grunted to his frightened niece as he continued to explore her body with his hard hands.
"Ow! Stop! Please, Uncle Mortie, let me go! You're hurting me! Qw..." Kathy grimaced from the pain as her uncle grabbed a breast, squeezing. pulling and twisting it.
"Shut up, bitch! You're not back on the farm. This is my place and I'll do what I like with ya! " Uncle Mortie twisted Kathy's other breast now, hurting it also. From behind Mortie, a tall, hard-faced woman looked on, fidgeting with the slim-bladed knife that she held in her hand.
"C'mon, Mortie. Tell her what we got planned for her." The woman was anxious, impatient.
"Ha! You always was in a hurry about somethin' or the other, Bebe! Alright, I'll let her know what's gonna be happenin' 'round here."
Uncle Mortie grabbed Kathy by her throat and told her, " Ain't nothin' free here in the city, gal. You're gonna find that out quick. First, me and Bebe is gonna spend a few days teachin' you what fuckin' is all about. And you better learn fast, if you know what's good for ya. Then you're gonna start earnin' your keep 'round here. We got a lot of friends who'll pay some good money for the chance to stick their dicks in ya. And don't even think about tryin' to get away! We're gonna give ya a little bit of beatin' with the belt- just to give ya a hint of how hard it'll be on ya if you don't toe the line..."
"Mortie, don't forget...," Bebe started to inject.
Uncle Mortie chuckled. "Oh yeah, almost forgot. Bebe here has always wanted her own personal pussy slave. Don't worry, she's real determined that you'll eventually get to like everything that she has in mind for ya. See that switchblade that she's holdin' ? She's real good with it and she's gonna carve her initials in one of your tits so's everyone knows that you and her are an item. Welcome to the big city, girl."
Uncle Ralph intended to get to know his niece Georgette a lot better. Really better. Geaorgette was only nineteen and still a virgin. So were her two friends, Sara and Betty. Ralph remembered how it was growing up in the religious community that these girls had just recently left. He wasn't a good fit there and to everyone's great relief back then, he had decided to move away.
The three girls had heard vague rumors about Ralph and some of the things he had done, but they had discounted most of it as the old-fashioned kind of gossip that was all too typical in that uptight community.
But now they knew that Uncle Ralph was much worse than all that they had heard. Now Niece Georgette and her two close girlfriends were finding out exactly the kind of person Ralph had become....
"Well, niece, since you're family, I'll take you first. Since you ain't never had a cock put to you before, I promise that I'm gonna take my time breakin' that little pussy in. But you can struggle if you want; I like it when a gal puts up a fight - then I can really get rough and enjoy it like I want. Now c'mon. Let's see how good a ride you can give me. And you two girls - don't worry, there's gonna be plenty of time for me to get acquainted with the both of you after I get through samplin' Georgette here...."
Niece Tammi's first visit to the City was also a first meeting with Uncle Jake and Aunt Beth, both of whom were long-time estranged family. Tammi was a pretty, sweet-faced blond and just turned eighteen . She was sure that she could move to the city and get into movies. Maybe become a star. She had packed up and sneaked away from her straight-laced parents in the middle of the night; They would never had approved of what she had in mind. And the secret phone calls to Uncle Jake and his wife Beth had resulted in a wonderful offer of free room and board at their place while she pursued her dream.
"Sure, come on down here, " Uncle Jake had urged her. "We'll take care of ya. In fact, I think that I can get ya a part in a couple of movies. I've got some friends who make films and they're always lookin' for new talent."
"What are you cryin' about, girl? Damn if you ain't one unthankful girl," complained Uncle Jake as he observed Tammi's tearful face. " Here I am takin' the time to throw ya your own little birthday party because your own parents were too cheap to give ya one - and this is the thanks I get? And old Mister Hillebrand here is gonna be filmin' us again tonight. He thinks that you're gonna be real popular in the videos that he'll be sellin' all over the place. So stop that snifflin' and get ready to take this bitch's place. She's almost sucked me to where I'm ready to cum, but I'll let you finish me off and swallow it down. Then your Aunt Beth here is gonna show you some things that she thinks you'll learn to get good at..."
Amelia's innocence was about to end - and end much differently than she had ever imagined that it would. Amelia had been saving herself for the one man who would bring love into her young life. She had turned twenty just a few weeks ago; her virginity still intact. It had been difficult for her to maintain her innocence through all the pressures from all those past boyfriends and others who had tried so hard to deflower her. But Amelia had been strong and resolute in her convictions; her hymen and her vow was still unbroken.
But that was before Uncle Alan had invited her to spend her much - anticipated vacation with him at his country villa. Uncle Alan, with his cheery and benign manner. Uncle Alan, who had changed so completely once she had arrived and they were alone....
Uncle Alan paused at the doorway of the small room in which his niece Amelia was bound and awaiting his return. She was blindfolded and gagged, but that was merely for his pleasure; the room was located deep below the main floor of his vacation villa. Built to his specifications, no sounds from this room would ever reach unwitting ears.
"Ah, your dear old Uncle Alan has returned to take up where we left off. But, don't worry, I'm done with the belt for the time being. Now I'm ready break in that tight little cunt of yours and show you what you've been missing. ....."
Bette was beautiful, intelligent and just finishing her second year of college. Bette had always been a 'good girl' and that had served her well through her young life. But now it was clear that her days of virtue were almost over. Her world had changed abruptly a few nights ago when she had been snatched and abducted off her university campus by people who thought that her blond, perky looks would be very popular with their discerning clientele...
Bette's values and faith had helped her to resist the demands of her captors. No, she would never become a whore. She would rather die first. But that was before they began the sessions of whippings and painful bondage. Her kidnappers were professionals who had a good deal of experience in the breaking of difficult slaves-to-be.
Bette's innocence had been brutally stripped from her over the days and nights after her training had finally ceased - at least for the time being. They had physically abused her until she had actually renounced her adherence to practically every value that she had be raised to believe in. In the end, she had begged them to let her serve them by being the lowest sort of whore to those who would be paying to use her. The punishments had been too much for Bette to withstand.
Miss Hansen was the madam who oversaw the day-to-day workings of the exclusive brothel in which Bette, like so many other slaves, would be forced to serve. Miss Hansen had orchestrated the intense program of rape and degradation to which Bette had be subjected when the punishment had ended. Yes, the girl would be very popular, Miss Hansen thought....
Bette would not be put to work in the brothel until all of the bruises and markings from her training had faded. But Miss Hansen would make sure that Bette's education would still continue in the meantime. After all, as the brothel's madam, the old woman did feel an obligation to keep this new slave in the proper frame of mind.....
"Now don't try to pull away from it, dearie - that will just force me to start really hurt that pretty cunt of yours. Mmmmm....nothing like a nice fist to explore a young pussy like yours. Cocks might be nice, but nothing can compare to an experienced woman's fist and forearm. And I'm very experienced, my little cutie-pie....."
Senora Veron had worked with the Salazar Cartel for quite some time. It helped that she had also become close friends with Lotti Salazar, the oldest daughter of Manuel Salazar. Manuel was the first-among-equals of the Salazar men who ruled the Cartel. Lotti Salazar was a big, fat woman who had nothing to do but indulge herself with the many beautiful young slavegirls who constantly being shuttled through the Cartel's brothel and porn film operations.
Upon hearing rumors that Senora Veron had chosen and begun training a personal slave, Lotti couldn't help but rush down to see for herself. And Senora Veron was very glad to show off her new slave; she was quite proud of the girl's beauty and attitude.
"You're right, she is a delicious-looking little morsel. Ummm...I could eat her alive. Or better yet, she could eat me anytime."
"Sorry, Lotti, but this one's is one that I'm gonna keep strictly for myself. This is my own personal 'pleasure girl'.
Miss Thomas had long since been separated from the cheerleaders whom she had been chaperoning. She didn't quite fit in with the plans that the Cartel had made for the cheerleaders. Although Miss Thomas was indeed a good-looking woman with a great body on her, it was decided that her assigned duties would be as a pain whore rather than being put to work as a regular piece of fuck-meat. She had been already put through a tough regimen of punishment and fucking, but there was an even more intense niche of service that had been planned for her use. According to orders, her pussy was padlocked to prevent overuse. From now on, Miss Thomas's cunt would be reserved for the sole use of those customers who like a bit of sex after having had their sadistic fun....
"Now don't you get all impatient on us, bitch. You'll be able to spread for a cock real soon. In fact, your first customer is coming tonight. You'll like him. He's really enjoys making a white girl scream.."
Miss Thomas had been re-named "Cunt 1" by her owners. ' Cunt 1' was available for the most savage abuse. Her blonde hair had been shaven and ring hoops dug randomly into skin on her face and nipples.
Her first customer was Benito, one of the Cartel's enforcers. Benito's idea of a good time was inflicting pain - and with his girlfriend Gloria also taking part, Benito was having a hell of a good time.
"C'mon, you worthless piece of Yankee shit! You better kiss me better than that! I want that tongue-playin' with mine. I want you to get me all ready for another go at those tits of yours with my belt. You like that, don't you, bitch? I tell ya what, I'm gonna whip them tits until they're all purple, then I'm sit back and watch Gloria here have her fun breakin' a few of your fingers and toes with the little hammer that she keeps in her purse. I know that it's gonna cost me extra, but it'll be worth it."
The cheerleaders who had been selected to serve in the Cartel's brothels were now being introduced to the brothel staffs. It was important that these new slaves learn their place in the order of things - and that place, of course, was at the very bottom. At the moment, Amy's bottom was getting a rude lesson, courtesy of Jorge's thick cock. Another cheerleader was getting looked over on the couch by two more brothel staffers. They enjoy making her watch Jorge plough Amy's protesting anus and making her cry and beg for mercy. Then it would be the other girl's turn...
"Look how your friend is having trouble taking Jorge's cock. She's really suffering, that's for sure. He's gonna fuck her for a long time and after he gets through, you can watch me take my turn.
Then it's gonna be you down there on your hands and knees. See how she's cryin' now? That's gonna be you cryin' the same way when me and the guys start rammin' at your tight little ass..."
While Jorge and the others were breaking in Amy and her friend, slave Trish was also experiencing the agonies of her first anal intercourse. But Pepe was not like those others who enjoyed fucking their slaves in front of others. Pepe preferred to introduce his shaft to Trish's asshole in private. He could concentrate so much better with her that way. Concentrate on moving Trish's body up and down on that long dick of his; guiding that captive bunghole to just the right angles to hit her anal walls and drive her crazy; to force her ass down all the way to his balls.....
Pepe has stopped himself from cumming three or four times as he continued to brutally slam Trish's asshole down over his cock. Her trembling and sobbing only worked to turn him on more.
The little bitch was seeing now that she was gong to be nothing but a hard-fucked and lowly whore - even lower than any of the regular whores there.
Now Pepe was beginning to feel it........feel the pressure in his balls, feel his dick swell.....
"Uhhhhhhh......" Pepe moaned as he stiffened and his semen began shooting deep inside Trish's ass. "Uhhhh, bitch....Uhhhhh"
Lotti Salazar had been rejected and ridiculed because of her weight as a teen - but now she more than made up for all that ; The supply of available slavegirls were almost without end and none of them could ever say 'no' to even the most perverted of her demands. Her sexual appetite was in proportion to her body - in other words, her sexual appetite was huge - and she was not shy about picking out any slave who appealed to her and taking the poor girl back to her bed. Lotti could do as she pleased; no one dared to complain to her fathers or uncles about her sometimes over-use of the slaves. Lotti wanted what she wanted and when she wanted it. And the slave could not complain of Lotti's perpetual bad breath and the heavy stink of her pussy...
Lotti preferred blondes and she had spotted just the right blonde for tonight. May Senora Veron was right; maybe it would be better to choose one girl to be her personal slave . One girl to worship her, suck her toes, eat her pussy, suck her asshole. One girl to be there to constantly tell Lotti how beautiful and desirable she was.
This blonde slave's name was Irene and she screamed with panic as Lotti Salazar dragged her out of her bed and across the floor.
"Say goodnight to your buddies , girl. You won't be seeing them for the rest of the night. In fact, you might not be seeing them again at all..."
It was only natural that the veteran whores in the Cartel's brothels would initially resent the new Gringo slaves and all the attention that was being given to them. Some of the whores thought that these pale newcomers might actually cause them to lose money or worse yet, even lose their jobs. So when given the chance to be alone with the white slaves, many of the whores went out of their way to make sure that the slaves knew their proper place in the brothels' social pecking order.
The management, seeing the advantages of this, did nothing to interfere as long as the slaves were not hurt or damaged.
Vera was a long-time whore in this brothel and she didn't like Dorthy, the American blond slave, from the very beginning.
"That bitch has probably been pampered her entire life," Vera would tell the other whores.
"And now they're gonna set her up in here like some kind of little white queen, taking the best-paying customers away form us! I'd like to really cut on her ass, but the bosses say we can't. But I think that we gotta show that cunt that she's like dirt on our shoes."
The other whores agreed and they made sure that Dorthy immediately got put in her place. They denied her the right to eat regular meals. Instead, the only food she got was that which was regurgitated back up by the whores. Dorthy had tried to resist, but a couple of hard beatings - administered in a way that wouldn't show too much bruising - quickly changed her mind.
"Here's your dinner, bitch," Vera said as she held Dorthy's head in position. "I sure enjoyed eating tonight and now here's your turn to sample it. Open that mouth and keep it open! I sure hope you're hungry, because my friend Mara here really ate herself a big meal."
Dorthy could only hold her head back and open her mouth as Vera gagged herself to bring her vomit up. It was with the greatest humiliation that Dorthy forced herself to accept and swallow the vile puke from Vera's stomach. And behind her, Mara was getting ready to add her vomit to Dorthy's throat. The two whores' vomit was thick and there was a lot of it and quite a bit of it spilled off of Dorthy's face unto the floor. But not to worry, they would make sure that she licked it all up. Waste not, want not....
But if Dorthy was not liked by the brothel's ranking whores, she was certainly liked by Alfredo, one of the establishment's resident managers. Dorthy's lithe, creamy white body and her pretty face always made his dick twitch in his pants and he would be forced to drag her to his room so that he could release the tension that she caused in him.
Dorthy could only sob gently as Alfredo fucked her against the wall. He was a hard, strong man and he liked to fuck that way.
"Ugghhhh...." Alfredo grunted as he slammed himself in that pussy to the hilt and then started pump his semen inside her. " You puta, you bitch! Uggghhh...."
Dorthy was quickly becoming one of Alfredo's favorites and although it was discouraged, he made it a point to seek her out whenever he had a free moment. She was now becoming familiar with what were his particular likes and dislikes; the things that would make him cum fast, the things that tended to delay his cumming. Alfredo was always more pleased when it took him more time to build up one of his heavy orgasms. The more time it took, the more intense his cumming would be. The stronger and thicker the jism that his balls would pump up through that big cock; the more force with which it would spew into the back of Dorthy's throat or deep in her pussy or asshole. And the more pleased with her that he was, the more he would keep her isolated away from the even harder chores that the whores tended to have for her.
But Alfredo was also quite the sensitive type. He didn't want Dorthy to miss out on having female companionship, so out of the goodness of his heart, he also requisitioned the services of another American slave, the 18 year-old Annette. After all, it was the least such a sensitive and caring man like Alfredo could do.
Together, Annette and Dorthy were the perfect team at teasing Alfredo's cock with their obedient tongues. Such a good job they did; worshiping that shaft, licking it wet, causing it to swell to it's maximum potential, ready to be either sucked to completion or to be rammed into whatever hole he preferred.
Who's gonna get the load? Any volunteers? One gets it down her throat, the other gets her asshole fucked…
The whores were patient; Alfredo couldn't keep Dorthy away from them forever. They knew that he had to sleep or leave the premises sometime - and then that American cunt would belong to them. They had so many things in store for Dorthy, so many new and nasty things that they had thought up between them. So many extremely nasty and humiliating things that would reduce Dorthy's self-worth and make her accept the role that they had reserved for her in this brothel; that of the very lowest whore, the one who would forever be their resident shoe-licker and shit-eater. She might end up being popular with the clientele, but when the customers left, her status would revert to being that of less that the mangy mongrel dog that ate the food scraps from the floor.
"Mmmm...you're such a fine little slut," Alfredo grunted to Dorthy as he began to settle into a hard rhythm, jolting her body with his powerful fucking. It was the third time he rode her that night and her cunt was raw and sore from all that attention. But Dorthy was also aware of the attention that she felt from the whores who observed Alfred and her from the doorway. They had promised to show her "something unforgettable" the next time that they had a chance at her and she shuddered at the thought of whatever that might be.
"Si, that's it, bitch! Keep moving those hips like that!" Alfredo loved the way Dorthy was doing her best to make him happy. " Si, si, you little whore. Give it all to your Alfredo! You love it, don't you?"
"Uhhhh.....yes, Senor." Her pussy twitched from the pain and abuse. "Yes, yes. Please fuck me, Senor..."
Although Dorthy had truly tried to show the extent of her submissiveness, she was still chosen to undergo more training. As much as she thought that she was giving them everything that they demanded, it was still a matter of truly transforming her mentally into the absolute slave that they wanted her to be. Alfredo's sexual wants would just have to wait for a few weeks. First there would be two weeks of the most brutal and relentless abuse, then there would be the week's time, at least that it would take for Dorthy's punished body to recover to the point that it could tolerate even being touched again. The Cartel was good, very good, at ensuring that their slaves were completely subjugated in both mind and body. This would be practically period of living hell for Dorthy, but it was for her own good.....
Dorthy was crying as Garcia hug her body up to the starting position that he wanted for her. She was crying even more as he introduced himself with a couple minute's worth of hard swatting with his handy little ruler.
"You're going to get used to it, " Garcia cooed to her as he explored her body with a rough hand. " Or maybe not. But whatever it seems like now, it will only get much, much, much worse - I promise. You will scream and beg, I understand that. But it will do you no good, chica. Nothing will help. Nothing will save you from what is to come.
"And afterwards, you will be on your way to being the worthless slave that we want you to be. I, Garcia promise that you will be perfect...."
It would be a full month later that Dorthy would be have recovered enough to be allowed to demonstrate the success of her training. Her previous effort at complete obedience was now replaced by a mindless devotion and acceptance of her fate.
The name 'Dorthy' was now a dim memory; the name sounded somewhat familiar to her, but she couldn't quite grasp its relevance at the moment. The new name of ' Putcita' was the one that she answered to now. Was that the name that she always had? She couldn't remember. All that she really knew now was that her mouth, pussy and ass existed solely for the use and pleasure of others. She knew and accepted now that there was no other purpose in life but to serve those who demanded everything from her...
As was his right as her trainer, Garcia was the first to sample all that 'Putcita' had to offer - he was not disappointed. The slave Putcita automatically acquiesced to his every wish, satisfied him in every way that he wanted. Her lovely blue eyes teared from the pain as she moved her tight asshole up and down on his huge cock, but she never hesitated either in the frequency or the force of her self-impalement. Garcia could only moan in ecstasy as Putcita hard-slammed her anus down over his dick to the hilt.
"Argggghhhhh.... Garcia bellowed loudly as he started emptying his gonads of their cum-loads, sending it spurting up into the inner reaches of Putcita's rectum.
"Master, master", the blond Putcita muttered dully as she now began revolving her hips; moving that asshole hard against his balls in order to milk out every last trace of semen.
Garcia had invited one of the whores in to watch this triumph. The whore was impressed. She would inform the others that Putcita was ready now to start fulfilling the role that they had planned for her. The whore moved her hand to Putcita's clitoris, then started to pinch and twist it. Putcita only uttered a soft, "Ohhhh' from the added pain.
Yes, the whores would drag Putcita way before Alfredo returned to again monopolize her time. It would be her first night of service in the whores' toilet. Putcita had a pretty mouth; a perfect mouth for the toilet duties that the whores had reserved for her....
“Yeah... sqeeze your crapper, little puta... milk the man’s balls... make him happy... this’ your duty as a fuck-slut!”
The Sanchez and Salazar Cartels had long since agreed to avoid any violence when it came to their competing interests in the areas of prostitution, white slavery and the underground pornography market. After all, there were still plenty of slave girls, both local and from the States, to fulfil the ever-increasing demand for firm, young flesh. In fact, although in a very limited way, that Sanchez/ Salazar competition was gradually beginning to evolve into one of cooperation on some levels.
A few years ago, it would have been unthinkable for Sophia Salazar and Miguel Sanchez to even be in each's presence, much less getting together socially now to share and party with favorite slaves from their respective operations. Such a break-through in relations was an inspiring example of the possibilities that could come from a sharing of mutual interests. Sophia loved nothing better than spending a night enjoying a pretty Gringa with her handsome and virile friend; not only did Miguel always do a good job at giving Sophie the pleasures that she needed, he also never failed to provide her with the thrill of putting one a good show while sexually tormenting and abusing whatever slave or slaves that either of them had brought to their rendezvous.
This evening would be yet another memorable experience for Miguel and Sophia; Miguel was feeling particularly randy and aggressive after having an intense week attending to the business of eliminating a informant who had infiltrated his Cartel ; Sophia had endured a stressful week brought about by the incessant demands of her always attention-needy mother. Both of them badly needed to release some pent-up anger and tension. Luckily, Sophia had spied this newly-arrived slave. The girl was just the kind that Sophia preferred; full-bodied, privileged, young and relatively unspoiled. She had known that Miguel would enjoy this blond bitch as much as she.
"What do you think of her? Isn't she delectable?" Sophia smiled inwardly at the interested glint in Miguel's eyes. "Her name is Denise. Just turned nineteen. Comes from a rich family! And guess what - the people who snatched her told us that she considers Latins to be scum!"
The look in Miguel's eyes hardened a bit at that description, just as Sophia hoped. " Hmm, is that so? Well, that's probably because she's never had the chance to really get to know us, don't you think? It's the least we can do tonight is to show her the error of her ways. Show her how much she's been missing...."
Sophia snorted. Yes, Miguel would be providing her with a nice spectacle tonight. She was already moistening at the thought of how would be using that strong cock of his as a weapon of torture on Denise. Poor, unfortunate Denise. Perhaps she might forgo her own time with the girl, just lie back and enjoy watching Miguel do his work.
"You know, I don't have to return her", Sophia added slyly, licking her lips. " I mean if she's too battered and damaged......" She left the sentence unfinished, but her meaning was clear.
Miguel's performance with Denise did not disappoint. But he was not about to accede to Sophia's implied wish for him to end it all with the white girl's death. As much as he liked Sophia, he was still sensible; his sadistic instincts would never overcome his inherent business instincts. Of course, he would enjoy abusing this slave, but to take her life was a complete waste in light of what she would clearly earn him when she recovered from tonight. He would beat her and fuck her badly - and then he'd take her back with him to eventually be put to work in one of his brothels or sex shows. Sophia would surely get mad and raise all kinds of hell, but he knew she couldn't go for long without that great dick of his. She'd get over it.
Denise could only slightly lift her head and let out a dull groan as Miguel brutally began forcing his hard shaft in her asshole. With her body raw with pain from Miguel's belt and his lips and face swollen from his fists, the hurt now occurring in her ass was just the latest agony inflicted upon her. And the night was just beginning.....
How do you like this, puta? Tell me you like your crap-hole fucked by a real man, by a Macho!
Senor Rupon, one of the many Sanchez relatives, had been a widower for almost a year. He had spied the slim and trim blonde slave named Candice as she was first being trained and processed for servicing the Cartel's higher-class clients who visited the establishment that he managed. As overseer, he had use of any slave under his employ, but he had long tired of that. Senor Rupon was at the stage now that he preferred to have another wife. Candice, to his judgment, was just right. After her hard training and attitude adjustments, Candice would be the ideal wife; obedient, servile and totally dedicated to his pleasure in any way that he saw fit. Maybe there would be no need to dispose of her like those seven previous ungrateful and disappointing wives....
"Tomorrow you will have the honor of becoming my wife," Senor Rupon informed slave Candice. " I know that you will do everything you can to keep me happy. If you show me that you are a worthy spouse, perhaps I will let you have my children.
"That's it, part those pretty lips of yours. Let's see how much that mouth can stretch. Hmmm....good. That's good. You'll need to be able to swallow my cock up to the balls - because that's how I like to empty my cum down a bitch's throat, so that she swallows down every last drop. And I hate it if a bitch throws up.
It was her first day of service in the Sanchez's midtown whorehouse and ex-cheerleader Jeannette's very first customer. A little over a month ago, Jeannette had been thrilling thousands of onlookers as she helped cheer on the team from Texas North State. Now she was doing her best to thrill the cock of dark-skinned postal worker. Her Masters had instructed her to move those hips and thrash that pussy around in order to make her customers cum fast, to satisfy them quickly so that more clients could take their turns.
Jeannette was doing as she was told; the young customer, vigorously meeting her gyrating cunt with his own powerful cock-thrusts, could last for more than ten minutes before cumming.
"Aarrgghhhh....!" His fingers dug into her shoulder as he tensed and bucked, shooting his thick load up into Jeannette's innards. The first satisfied customer of the day. There would be twenty more before she would be put away for the night.
Jeannette eyes teared. This was the rest of her life. In fact, it would only get worse.....
The Sanchez operation was based on brutality - after all, a successful enterprise such as theirs could not survive and prosper otherwise. So it was only natural that some of their ideas and preferences concerning entertainment might contain an element or two of sadism. To them there was nothing more natural than perhaps including a little torture show to spice up one of their frequent social gatherings. There was always an abundance of slaves who could be chosen to provide some interesting moments with their cries and screams as they underwent their first experiences as paintoys. For reasons of security and privacy, these gatherings - along with their various entertainments - were usually held in one of the group's many underground chambers that were especially suited for such matters. No noises would reach the ears of anyone outside those thick-walled rooms; the sounds of all the fun would be contained within, for the enjoyment of the invited guests.
Pauline had one of those voices that were perfect for these sorts of occasions. Her vocalizations were almost melodic in their pitch; her words were so sincere in their pleas for mercy.
"God, no! Aaiiieeee! It hurts! Please! Please stop! Noooooooo! Aghhhhh...!"
The partygoers knew that Pauline would put on a good show for them, as her torment was only just beginning...
Some of the Gringa slaves were more fortunate than others. Sometimes, through a combination of luck or by result of some personal attraction on the part of a certain Cartel member, a particular slavegirl would be spared some of the more abusive aspects of brothel life. Eighteen year-old Megan was one of those who had appealed to the wife of one of a Cartel lieutenant. The spouse, a rather assertive and pugnacious Mamacita named Pipi, had immediately demanded that her husband get permission to claim Megan. " I really want that pretty little bitch," Pipi had said. " I don't care what you have to do to get her - just get her for me!"
Of course, her husband, a man who valued his sanity and his wife's good will, did as she asked.
Megan was taken in as Pipi's 'special girlfriend', her duties were simple - to keep her Mistress happy. That was not so easy, being that Pipi was one of those who needed and demanded constant attention and pleasuring on Megan's part. Pipi needed her orgasms at least a half-dozen times a day and could be extremely unpleasant if she was deprived. Her new Gringa slavegirl, although somewhat on the fragile and delicate side, was managing to keep Pipi happy - so far.
It wasn't as though slave Megan had to guess at Pipi's mood; her Mistress was one who tended to be very clear as to what she wanted and when. This evening, Megan, her mouth still tasting of Pipi's pussy and asshole from just an hour or so before, was being alerted to yet another command performance. Beginning to finger her clit and pussy in an ever-increasing intensity, Pipi was letting out those throaty groans as she called to her slavegirl. " Oh, shit! Oh, damn! Come over here, sweetie. Don't you see how your Pipi needs that cute little tongue of yours?
"Yeah, just like that. Get down there close while I work it up a bit. Mmmm...see those juices? I know that you're gonna do a good job. I know you ain't gonna disappoint me...."
When the corrupt government of the Caribbean island of San Dominos finally fell, it fell hard and fast. Most of the ruling elite class had hastily packed their bags of ill-gotten wealth, made their bank transfers and climbed aboard every available departing plane; the military and police had either run for their lives or transferred their loyalties to the rampaging mobs and joined in the looting and bloodletting.
The former regime's Western backers were scrambling to disassociate themselves from the now-apparent records of their former client's systemic program of killings, rigged courts and other human rights abuses.
Any talk of sending in peacekeeping troops was, for the moment, thoroughly out of the question. That meant that those elites who had been unable to escape the country were now at the mercy of an enraged and impoverished populace that was intent on extracting it's overdue revenge.
But the Island's former upper crust was not the only group to suffer from the effects of this upheaval. Also caught up in the chaos and carnage of the moment was the large number of tourists who had been guests of San Dominos' many posh hotels and resorts. Chased from their burning hotels, fleeing blindly through the streets, they were easy targets for those bloodthirsty islanders who hunted them down.
Mira, Harriet and their father had escaped their burning posh resort suite just ahead of a mob. Their father had pushed them into a rental car and had driven wildly through the frenzied streets - only to become lost and ending up right in the midst of one of the island's worst slums.
Needless to say, they were soon stopped and surrounded by a gang of thugs who promptly shot the father dead and dragged his two terrified daughters into an alley .
There, Harriet and Mira became yet another pair of Western girls who fell victim to the strong cock abuse from their Island hosts.
In the distance, there was the constant noise of explosions and guns. But here in this slum alley, there was only the quiet and hopeless sobbing from Harriet as the thug named Mingo rocked her sore body back and forth with his powerful fucking. And the equally soft sobbing from Mira as she was forced to watch her older sister obediently buck her hips up to meet Mingo's thrusts.
Then there was a louder noise - as Mingo let out a loud "Uhhhhhh..!" And this explosion was from Mingo's big dick as it slammed hard in Harriet's pussy and spurted a thick cum load deep within her, mixing with the semen of the eight previous guys who had their turn...
In another section of the slum, Diaz and his main woman, Edwina had plucked another fleeing female tourist off the street as she sought to escape an oncoming mob. Peggy had thought herself to be fortunate when the black couple had pulled her into their derelict shack just in time for her to escape her pursuers. Even though, at first glance, Diaz appeared somewhat dangerous-looking and Edwina had a menacing presence, Peggy had thanked them profusely for their help.
But there was no need for her to thank them, as it soon became apparent - because her hosts had their own ideas and plans for exactly how Peggy would repay them. Of course, Peggy had objected at first, but Edwina had used her belt strongly and to good effect for a half hour; after that, there was resistance from Peggy to whatever the couple might have in mind.
Elsewhere, things were not going well for the captured daughter of an former landowner. Her class pride had compelled her to refuse to willingly part her legs in order to keep her abductors happy. So they had taken it upon themselves to spread her legs for her and after being forced to accommodate the cocks of over twenty men, she had been taken to a tall and sturdy tree in order to provide one last bit of entertainment as she kicked frantically as the end of a rope.
But not all was chaotic on San Dominos. In certain criminal quarters of the island, some had realized that the current unsettled state of things also presented for good business opportunities.
The surplus of stranded young and attractive Western female tourists along with those captured females from the former island elite was a natural supply for those who might wish to indulge in White Slavery.
A ruthless alliance of pimps. madams, former policemen, street thugs and other common criminals was hastily assembled with the purpose of acquiring as many of the available female captives as possible for auctioning off to the highest bidders.
There would be no problem in finding prospective buyers - as a parade of enthusiastic responses from varied interested individuals and other criminal organizations from the South American mainland soon confirmed.
The honor of being the first captive to be chosen for the Auction was 19 year-old Angela. Angela had been visiting friends on the island when the revolution had come so suddenly. Grabbed on her way to the airport, Angela was now meeting a group of people who all wanted to be her new 'friend'.
Word quickly spread throughout the Island that a nice amount of cash would be paid for attractive Western or Elitist females. Some of those who had such ladies in their possession were thoroughly enjoying themselves; having a pretty sex slave for one's personal use was very enjoyable, indeed. But it didn't help to buy food or gas or water, especially with how the recent chaos had made those things even harder to obtain than before.
So it was not a difficult decision for Fanita to order her son, Juan to trade the ready, wonderful sex that he enjoyed from his captive Katrina for a fistful of hard cash. Fanita had to admit that she had started to enjoy having the girl's labor for cooking and cleaning their dusty shack - and also Katrina's compliant pussy and asshole-eating whenever Juan was away.
The first Auction would be in the morning, and to there was only fear and despair in Ineza as she found herself awaiting an unknown fate in this dark, musty room in which she would stay until called out in order to climb up onto that small stage to be bid on like a piece of meat.
The worst thing about her being here right now is that she was betrayed and brought here by a person that she had thoroughly trusted. The older black woman named Henrietta had been her personal maid since Ineza was an infant. Of course, Ineza had been difficult at times - and perhaps somewhat tactless with Henrietta over the years, but the maid had never shown the slightest bit of resentment or peeve at any of her young Senorita's actions. After all, hadn't Henrietta always been given the best leftovers from the family meals? And wasn't she always the first one to be given the pick of any cast-off clothes? Henrietta had always been a smiling and reassuring presence around Ineza and her wealthy family.
Henrietta had promised to take her to a secret location where she would arrange for a boat to spirit the both of them safely from San Dominos and to freedom. And so Ineza was shocked speechless when Henrietta ushered her into a derelict house at the edge of the city - and right into the custody of the organization that was in charge of the White Slave Auction scheme.
"Here she is," Henrietta had said as she shoved a surprised Ineza into the arms of one of the strange men who awaited them in the main room. "This is the puta that I told you about. I know this one well, so I tell you that it's best that someone start using a belt on her right away. She's soft and spoiled nineteen years and after you show her who's boss, she won't give you any trouble." And they had promptly followed the old maid's advice.
And now, as Ineza continued to cry and pray, Henrietta surprised her again by entering the room.
"I just came to witness your pain. And do you know that my son is the head of this operation? Yes, I'm so proud of him! But what I'm really going to enjoy is watching you get sold tomorrow. I'm going to laugh as your new Master drags you away. You'll scream and cry, I know you will. It will give me so much pleasure to see it all......"
"........and speaking of pleasure, there is another pleasure that you will give me tonight - and if you even hesitate or give me the slightest bit of trouble, my son has instructed his men to come in here and gouge your eyes out!"
Henrietta let out a soft groan as she pressed Ineza against the wall and explored her white pussy with her fingers.
"Still got a tight cunt on you, well isn't that a surprise! Well, I'm sure that they'll soon have it stretched wide as hell after they put you to work. ..."
The island's religious establishment had always supported the former ruling elite; so when the elites fled the place, the religious leaders left with them. The Church's lower ranking administers and it's many regular nuns, however, were left behind to face the full wrath of the vengeful populace. The thugs and slavers were especially interested in the stranded younger nuns and apprentice nuns - both in terms of the use of their innocent bodies and in the certain higher selling prices that they would get for them from the slave auctioneers. So a raid on the island's nunnery was soon in coming. The raiders were forceful and brash as they broke down the nunnery's doors and streamed inside, grabbing every pretty nun that they came upon.
Needless to say, it was a trying time for the young nuns as they were stripped of their modesty and forcefully introduced to one hard cock after another. The nunnery interior was filled with the cries and screams of the nuns as their tender and previously unused pussies and assholes were filled and stretched by big, rock-hard black and brown dick shafts. "Damn, these bitches make you cum real fast with those tight cunts squeezing your cock like they do," observed one horny thug as he prepared to mount his third nun.
The tall German apprentice nun's name was Hilda and her strong, lithe frame was beginning to get bruised from the rough treatment from the first six men who raped her. But her pussy was even more bruised and sore - and no even all that semen that filled it was enough to lessen the sharp pain that racked her body from the huge dark cocks that rammed against her now-raw cunt walls.
"Please, please! Stop! I am so sore! I think I'm bleeding," Hilda begged her captors in a plaintive voice. " I don't think that I can take any more!"
But big, black Eduardo's turn was next and he wasn't about to let Hilda dissuade him from his pleasure. One slap from his big hand sent her to the floor.
"Shut up, puta! You white girls are always complaining about something!" He grabbed Hilda and dragged her over to a bed in the corner. "Now bend over and stick that ass up! Now!"
Hilda cried as she bent obeyed and bent over. She heard the rustle of Eduardo's pants falling to the floor and then felt a further panic as she felt a pressure against her asshole and realized just what he intended to do.
"Goddamn complaining' foreign puta! You don't want me in that cunt of yours. Well, okay........."
Eduardo was horny and his balls were full of cum and he needed his pleasure Now. Hilda let out a long, high-pitched scream as he rudely forced the big, bulbous head of his cock into her twitching rectum and then slammed all of his 11 inches inside until his heavy balls flapped against her butt cheeks.
"MMMmmmmmm....So warm......So tight..."
Eduardo had really enjoyed himself in the time that he had spent with his friends at the nunnery. Two days and nights of fucking all those cringing white do-gooder cunts and asses would have left most men totally spent and drained - but not Eduardo. Within a few hours after leaving the nunnery, his big cock was twitching and his testicles were hanging heavy with more cum. Eduardo needed more pussy. But there wouldn't be a problem now - because he had dragged a cute 19-year apprentice nun out with him. She would be kept at his shack solely for his own use. A little swiftly administered abuse taught her about the proper attitude that was expected of her, so now she was ready for her first lesson on how to please her new Master.
And she immediately showed what a natural little slavecunt she was going to be. Her nun's training had emphasized submission, worship and service and now she was on her knees, worshiping Eduardo's black cock with her captive mouth. Holding its weight in her hands. Feeling it harden and seeing it begin to swell to its monstrous size as she obediently licked its length with her wet tongue.
By the fourth day, all the former nuns had been distributed throughout San Dominos, often being traded and bartered for just like any other - very popular - commodity.
A half-dozen or so of the captive nuns eventually ended up in brothel of Senora Guzman, who was always interested in procuring fresh female flesh. The Senora was a good enough judge of human nature to know instinctively that the prospect of being able to fuck a former nun -and a pretty one at that - would be yet another incentive for her clientele. The young nuns would join the dozen or so captured female tourists who were already earning big money. Senora Guzman had limited access to her first batch of white slaves to 10 hours a day in order that they not get used up too fast. She had decided that, after their training, the nuns would be available only 6 hours a day in order that the demand for them (and therefore, their rates) be kept high.
Nativa, a big, strong and somewhat hasty woman, was Guzman's Brothel matron; her duties being the maintaining of order and discipline amongst the many hard-nosed regular whores who worked there. Her aggressive nature and her experience as a former interrogator of political prisoners made her the ideal choice to be the one who oversaw the mental and physical training of the newly arrived slaves. It was a task that Nativa took seriously and also enjoyed. The nun slaves, Keira and Sasha, soon learned of Nativa's way of doing things upon their being delivered to the brothel. Both were immediately confronted by the large Nativa, who shoved each of them unceremoniously into a small, barred wooden cage.
Laughing as she put them into their respective cramped enclosures, she shook them up even further by telling them in advance that she intended to regularly brutalize each one of them until she was sure of their total mental readjustment into submission and subservience.
Life was almost unbearable for Keira. First there had been the days and nights of brutal rape in the nunnery and now it had been three nights of pain and agony at the hands of Nativa. Nativa's whip. Nativa's paddle. Nativa's big hands slapping her face. Native's big fist stretching her ass.
And the knowledge that eventually she would also soon be a whore, servicing hordes of crude, unwashed men. A whore.
A whore just like the skinny whore called Rauncha who had come each day to take Keira from her cage. Rauncha, who had threatened to inform Nativa if Keira ever refused a request to eat Rauncha's smelly pussy. Rauncha, who had also invited the other whores in so that Keira could lick their pussies as well....
Even though holding a slave auction was very serious business, that didn't prevent the auctioneers from exhibiting a bit of home-spun humor concerning the subject. Indeed, one former English tourist named Janice served as a literal exhibition herself as she was placed out front of the auction house as a rather fetching and attention-getting business display. No guessing would be needed as to what was going on inside. Furthermore, Janice turned out to be a profitable display, bringing in twice the minimum bidding price that was placed on her.
The auctioneers preferred to keep things on a low-keyed basis rather than to hold their slave sales on a large scale. They limited the auction sessions to accommodating no more than a half-dozen bidders at a time. That made for a more intimate and relaxing business atmosphere in which the buyers could get close and inspect the merchandise at their leisure. The sellers knew that a buyer who had carefully considered his purchase would more likely to be satisfied with his choice later on - making it less likely that he or she would have second thoughts and perhaps make a fuss sometime later.
The first-scheduled auction session of the day was attended by Senores Mata and Manual, appointed as buyers for the Mexican organizations and Senoras Elaina and Dias, representing a myriad of Columbia-based operations. All of them were experienced appraisers of the flesh. But the auctioneer soon sensed that the Mexicans had been sent with instructions to buy cautiously and to limit themselves within a specified budget, whereas the Columbians had obviously been given a wide latitude in terms of the range and price of the products.
Right now, it was the novice nun Gina who was on the block. Senor Mata had hesitantly made a bid of two thousand dollars, stating that "She isn't really as pretty as most of the others; kinda plain-looking..." But Senora Elaina had gently tapped Dias, indicating that she thought that they should bid up on Gina for themselves.
Of course, even though this was strictly business, some of the buyers couldn't resist taking the opportunity to test the merchandise right after they had bought it. Such a waste to not see exactly what a pretty slave's mouth or pussy could do. And this was actually something that could be considered as absolutely necessary by a buyer - to see just what the slave needed in terms of training and instruction.
Lynda and Beatrice, for instance, seemed to show a distinct ability to learn fast when their buyers put them on their knees in order that they had the chance to show what they would do and could do when presented with their superiors' cocks in front of their faces. And they both exhibited a genuine desire to serve (and avoid punishment) by their obedient following of orders and instructions in the art of sucking cock. It was apparent that they both needed a lot more experience and guidance, but they managed to please their Masters with their efforts,
Meanwhile, in other parts of San Dominos, the interaction between the white slaves and their various captors was beginning to evolve into a more settled phase. The chaos was less, now. Now the ownerships and the enslavements were being refined; the Masters and Mistresses were laying down the rules and expectations of what pleasures were due them; the white slavegirls were beginning to realize and more fully accept their situation - hoping, of course, that they would eventually be rescued from this terrible fate, but also knowing that they had no choice other than to completely submit and serve in order to stay alive. Throughout the island, there were the constant sights and sounds coming from inside derelict shacks and shanties; sounds of female holes being used hard and frequent; the slapping of sweating balls against spread thighs and offered buttocks, of hopeless moans and selfish groans....
And there were also the case of the many small neighborhood whorehouses, often no more than a small, two-room shanty. The island whores who worked these rather run-down fuck-rooms had at first resented how their businesses had been so adversely affected by the influx and oversupply brought on by all those new white slave-pussies that seemed to be occupying some many local cocks.
Predictably, business had plunged ; their usual customers had been using all that free foreign pussy. But the local whores were adaptive and some of them seized upon the idea of staffing their little cathouses with some of these new white cunts; after all, it was easy to acquire them through trading for drugs and with pooled monies from the whores. It worked well; now the whores had become pimps and madams as they charged a horny clientele the equivalent of five cents for ten minutes of fucking the white slaves.
Of course, the customers were a rougher sort and they tended to use the slaves that way. But the whores did intervene as best they could in order to keep the white girls from being hurt so much that they would be unable to keep earning money. And in keeping with the more casual island lifestyle, the whores showed their consideration by taking the unusual step of closing down operations on Sundays.
Sundays would be the day for the slaves to get a chance to recover (somewhat) from all the fucking and sucking of all those smelly, brutal and demanding men. Sunday was the day for showing their island whore-Mistresses their appreciation by eating and sucking on their black and brown pussies and anuses. All day.
The two white 18 year-old twins from North American had become good money-earners for the whore Earnesta and her partners, Yvette and Tigi. And on their day off, they continued to endear themselves to their Mistresses by spending at least part of each hour using their submissive mouths and tongues to provide the pleasure that was needed and demanded so much.
Earnesta, ever the bitch that she was, had taken to teaching one twin a unique way to demonstrate her complete compliance in the drinking of Earnesta's golden showers. Earnesta had trained the twin to keep her mouth firmly against Earnesta's black pussy and swallow the pee directly. Earnesta loved how the girl had to learn to leave her throat wide open in order to be able to gulp every drop of the river of piss without letting any drip out. There was a bad whipping in store if any of Earnesta's precious urine was wasted.
On San Dominos, there were so many tourist ladies to be used. And some many Islanders to use them. There was very little to do there except fuck; so little else to enjoy besides sex. The days and nights would be hot and humid, the society in shambles and the future uncertain.
So perhaps the white slaves served an even bigger purpose; the opportunity for the Islanders to temporarily escape all the emotional turmoil by being escape into a world of unrestrained, physical pleasure.
Pleasure like that provided by Claudette. A week ago, Claudette, a college junior, had arrived on San Dominos to experience a pampered stay at one of the most exclusive and upscale resorts - a trip arranged and paid for by her well-off parents. Now Claudette was striving to properly pamper the huge cock of a beach thug called Bamboo, making it wet and hard with her mouth as she had been taught. She did not know where on the island she was,just that this shack was small, smelly and had one rather soiled mattress. A thin mattress on which she tended to whimper as she was constantly fucked by a dick that hurt......
Marguerita had made good use of the Gringa slave that she had captured on the beach during the frantic early hours of the revolution. Once proud and very spoiled, this girl previously called "Carol" was now a very tamed and compliant little bitch re-named "Puticia". Puticia's former background as a very promising young corporate lawyer was now a distance memory, beaten from her over the three weeks of Marguerita's almost non-stop abuse and forced sex with Marguerita and her large litany of male friends and customers. Puticia now exhibited absolutely no pride and self - esteem, only a desire to avoid the severe pain punishment that would surely come at even the slightest hesitation or hint of individualism or self-will.
Puticia had earned her Mistress a good wad of money in these troubled times: so much so that Marguerita now could afford to leave this Island and even invest in a nice little brothel operation somewhere on the South American mainland. The Mistress had learned of the good prices being paid for Western girls down at the old and now-deserted women's prison and had seen the chance to add yet another profit from Puticia's captive body and soul. She knew that the more broken and obedient an attractive young blond Gringa was, the better the money that she would bring. So for a few days before being taken to the prison for purchasing, Puticia was put through an intensive refresher course in the art of total submission.
Puticia had done so much and had pleased so much during this course. And in the end, Marguerita smiled as she had her little bitch perform one last chore for her. Marguerita's neighborhood brothel owner had been complaining lately about how filthy his ungrateful and uncouth customers had been leaving his new toilet commode after using it and how unpleasant it was to constantly cleaning it.
So as a favor, the Mistress had her slavegirl do the honors - with her now-educated little tongue.
At the former prison, Puticia did sell as quickly as Marguerita had hoped. And the price that she brought made her Mistress very happy. The buyers who represented the varied South American interests were experienced in spotting good slave stock; Puticia's new nature made her a guaranteed pleaser for those who would first meet and appraise her when she was shipped to her destination. The buyers had been so impressed with Mistress Marguerita's work, in fact, that they had inquired as to whether she might be interested in handling all the indoctrination and training of the organizations' newly-acquired slaves. It was an offer that she would consider carefully.
Puticia's stay at the prison location would be for four days and nights; when the organizations' next ship was scheduled to dock and take on it's latest human cargo. In that time, her purchasers made sure that they acquainted themselves with her mouth, pussy and ass. Her good looks and compliant manner ensured that she got as much attention as she could handle - in fact, even more attention than she could handle. Puticia had been locked in a cell with Marcita, one of the older daughters of a ranking elite island family. Together, they found themselves destined to entertain the dozen or so brown hard cocks that sought the tight warmth of their holes......
The other blond slaves awaiting transport were also being giving a lot of attention. Unfortunately, they hadn't had such a thorough training program as Puticia, so the buyers frequently were forced to apply attitude-correction measure of their own. They weren't experts, of course, but they knew enough about what works. Their methods were rather amateurish, but it was enough to get the point across that defiance and insolence would always result in unpleasant consequences. These captives soon came to prefer taking on even the most roughest and brutal of cocks rather than enduring the agonies of the whip, belt or rope. A more effective training awaited them when they arrived on the Mainland - but here and now, this abuse was enough to put them in line....
Barbi pleasured Manuel one last time just as the dawn arrived and he would leave to get some much-needed sleep before reassuming his duties. But there would be little additional rest for Barbi; the other men would be constantly visiting her in her cell in order to give her the chance to demonstrate just how much her outlook had improved. But before leaving her, Manuel just had to empty his balls of the little cum that he had left. Barbi took care of that with her dutiful mouth, sucking him off to a noisy orgasm. And Manuel, a man who did not believe in waste, let Barbi slurp and lick off the very last vestiges of semen that he could jack out of his now-exhausted shaft.
"You're going to make a real nice whore," Manuel said as Barbi swallowed the last of his salty cum. " If you keep on trying to please us here, it's going to be easier for you when you get to where you're going. Now my buddies are going to be coming in to have a go at you during the day. I'll be back to spend the night - and it will be very bad for you if I hear that you've failed to please any of them in any way, understand? Tell me that you understand."
And Barbi did understand and told him so.
She would go on to do her best to give all of them what they wanted and demanded from her. Throughout the day, she would give it up, give all that she could, in the way that they liked it. And Manuel did return to spend the night again, his cock as hard as ever and his balls hanging low with another fresh load of cum. But he would not being ramming her cunt tonight. Tonight Manuel would concentrate on seeing how much Barbi's still-tight anus could take.....
There were many other stories also being played out at this former women's' prison as the captives, bought and sold, awaited the next part of their journey into slavery. Most of them were in an almost catatonic mental state; mindlessly following orders; trying to adjust to the pain and abuse from their keepers; not even daring to think about what fate might eventually be in store for them. They numbly opened their holes for use from their group of overseers, dully obeying whatever demands were put to them.
The slaves' compliance bode well for the buyers and their assistants. Their criminal bosses would most likely demonstrate their appreciation by awarding large bonuses and would probably ask them to stay on at their jobs as long as there were more females available for purchase and shipping. It was quite an enjoyable assignment in almost every way. It was a chance to indulge themselves sexually and to be able to act out many of their sadistic impulses.
Evelyn Meyer's crying and wails of despair were to no avail as Ricardo began to tear off her tattered dress while steering her towards the stairway that led down to the prison's basement-level cellblock. Her plaintive distress only served to excite Ricardo even more and cause his cock to strain against his pants. Evelyn's screaming and pleas for mercy were not due to the prospect of her being forced down into one of those small, cramped cell where she would be first stripped naked and fucked by the increasingly horny Ricardo. The cause of her desperate shrieking was the scene taking place before them. Her two daughters, nineteen year-old Amy and eighteen year - old Rhonda, were now being introduced to Senor Garcia. Garcia and his girlfriend Vincenta had just arrived on the tramp steamer leased by the organizations to carry this latest batch of slave flesh back to the Mainland. Senor Garcia's job was to carry out a final inspection of these new slavecunts and see to it that everything ran smoothly.
Just an hour before Garcia's arrival at the prison, the Meyer family's original captor had brought them in and offered them all for possible purchase. The buyers liked Rhonda and Amy's innocent looks and their petite, yet shapely bodies and immediately offered a nice price for them, but they were not interested in their mother; too old and not pretty enough. But their captor had said, ' The hell with her. I'm tired of fucking her and my place is a bit small. Tell ya what, you take her off my hands and you can have her for free." Ricardo had volunteered to take custody of Evelyn. After all, he had commented, pussy is pussy. And besides that, she would make a convenient pain slave in times of boredom.
Senor Garcia had witnessed and approved this last - minute purchase. "Bring them over there and put them on their knees so that they can both show me that they are worthy of the money that we have just spent on them. And Evelyn had been forced to watch as her two daughters, knowing that any refusal would bring on very severe punishment, knelt before Garcia and took turns sucking on his ample cock until it began to pulse out a thick stream of white cum - which they both shared.
Being inducted into service in one of the San Dominos brothels or whorehouses was a rather programmed process for a new white slavegirl. One thing that had to be immediately impressed upon her was not only her duties concerning the pleasuring of the establishment's many paying customers, but also showing her her place in the order of things. A girl had to be shown, and shown in no uncertain terms, that she had no rights and no choice in any matters whatsoever. Even the ugliest and lowest of the regular whores was her Mistress and even the janitor who cleaned the toilets was her Master. Her duty was to do as she was told and to do it without question; whether that meant licking a customer's cum off the floor or licking dirt from the soles of another whore's feet.
Although almost all the incoming slaves had been broken and trained before being arriving to work at the brothel, it was considered an established procedure to put her in her place as soon as she stepped foot in her new place of service. Today poor Sophie, a French girl fresh from the auction block, was meet just inside the entrance of the 'Tia-Mia' brothel by Estaban, the establishment's manager-bouncer. Estaban grabbed Sophie and slammed her against the wall.
"Put your hands against the walll, bitch," Estaban commanded. "And stick that ass out for me and keep it out!"
And as Sophie tearfully braced herself as instructed, the burly Estaban let down his pants and stepped up behind her, his cock swollen and rigid. Roughly, he grasped Sophie from behind, holding her tightly as he found the door to her little anus with the tip of his cockhead. Sophie let out a faint whimper as Estaban brutally began forcing his dick up her ass.
"You're mine, you spoiled cunt. This is all you're good for." Estaban was a real fuck-man; plenty soon he was slamming the slave with his full weight behind that shaft of his. Now Sophie could not keep from groaning loudly as the man's big balls were now slapping against her buttocks.
"I know you love it, girl. You love the hurt, don't you? You dirty, worthless, low-down bitch....."
The female brothel operators were no less firm or severe when ' welcoming ' a new slave into the household. Senora Phata had personally overseen the selection and purchase of 20 year-old Robin as a special 'added attraction' to her whorehouse. She liked the blond slave's slim, good looks and slight hint of a haughty background that would be a sure attraction to the establishment's blue-collar clientele, making them want to pay a higher rate to fuck her.
Senora Phata was a big, rough woman who tolerated no defiance of any sort and she made sure that Sophie promptly got the message in a swift and no-nonsense manner. The Senora's first blow was a hard slap; her second was a expertly applied punch to Sophie's stomach. That was followed by a intense pounding that left Sophie begging for mercy and pledging her total slave loyalty to her new Mistress.
"Mmmm, my sweet little girl," purred the Senora. "Now let's celebrate your devotion to me and my place, hmm? Here, my nipples are so swollen from thinking of what we are going to do together tonight. Come, darling, suck on my tits for a while and then, if you do a good job on them, I'll let you eat out my pussy..."
Other new whorehouse slaves had their low status shown to them in more subtle ways. At the 'Angel's' brothel located deep within the inner slum district of the Island capital, both the customers and the whores who serviced them were generally of the rougher sort. Given that situation, the addition of petite, white Dorthy was a particularly alluring move. Dorthy's availability to her customers would have to be carefully managed in order to avoid her being used up too quickly. The fucking done within the shabby walls of this brothel was long and hard; little finesse shown here; here the whore's pussies and assholes were constantly sore from the brutal ramming and slamming style of the hard men who frequented them.
For Dorthy, it was a case of being subjected not only to a program of shocking abuse, but also being the object of good old-fashioned humiliation. The "Angel's" veteran Island whores had a natural resentment of Dorthy; of the attention accorded her; against the 'special' place that she would occupy in the establishment's plans. They went out of their way to make it clear to Dorthy that regardless of her entertainment value there, that they regarded her as the lowest in rank and in esteem. And the brothel's owners were wise enough not to interfere ....
Tall, lanky Glorina was the oldest and toughest of the whores. It was she who tended to think of and implement all the various schemes of Dorthy's torment. Jealous of Dorthy to a fault, Glorina liked nothing better than seeing the white girl humbled by the embarrassment and shame of being forced to serve as the house's toilet slave during it's non-working hours.
Glorina shuddered as Dorthy's wet and compliant tongue thrashed around against the inside of her asshole.
"You little bitch! You're just supposed to lick any leftover shit out of my ass, not try and please me! You're so damn sneaky, tryin' to make me like ya and hopin' that I'll treat ya like some little queenie. Well, it won't work! Just for tryin' to make me feel good, I'm gonna take you in my room and whip that ass of yours raw with my strap!"
Bennie and his wife were novices to the whorehouse business. In fact, they had just one girl who'd they'd be featuring in their small shack/brothel. This little blond vacationing college student that they had snatched off the beach a week ago had done a great job of providing Bennie and his spouse with all the pleasure that they had wanted form her. Now it was time for her to start bringing in some badly-needed funds for them.
The slavegirl didn't have a say in this decision, of course, but just to make sure that she wouldn't be tempted to get any ideas of her own concerning her newly-imposed career, her Master Bennie made it a point to use his trust belt to clear her mind....
Michele's assigned duty at her new whorehouse had been decided upon at the time of her purchase. Her owners knew that the novelty of their customers being able to look Michele in her deep blue eyes as they mouth-fucked her would be a great selling gimmick; one which would allow them to be able to charge an additional surcharge to their regular fee.
It would also especially please her clients to have her mouth totally captive, so as to facilitate their freedom to fuck her mouth as hard and as deeply as they wanted and to be able to shoot their loads of semen down her throat. The last thing they wanted was for Michele to dampen her customers' enthusiasm by gagging, so a little mechanical assistance was called for. After her morning meal, a couple of the other whores would help to prepare Michele's mouth for her day's work....
But no matter how the all these slaves were introduced to their new whorehouse environments, the main fact was that their real submission would be to the many customers whom they would serve almost each day for the rest of their lives. Their was very little that could be done to prepare them for sheer scope of the degradation and debasement that they would be subjected to. It was such a long journey from their relatively privileged backgrounds to this life of total catering to even the most sordid desires of these hordes of smelly, unwashed men.
The rebellion and chaos that had taken place on San Dominos had worked to bring together people from wholly different worlds. In this particular wooden shack, former New York socialite Diane Von Bercas was coming to together with Manny Telcote. Manny was a field worker who had never attended school or visited New York. Just a few weeks ago, Diane had been issuing stern orders to her servant and maids; now, here in this shack on San Dominos, it was Diane who was trying her best to comply with the sexual demands of Manny Telcote.
This was the fifth hour of Diane's assigned shift and her pussy was already fucked raw and sore. Each new deep thrust inside of Diane caused her to winch from the pain, but that was not Manny's concern. Manny had paid money, a very rare commodity for Manny, to spend some time dipping his dick in this pretty Western bitch - and he was determined to get his money's worth. Luckily for him, there was no limit on the amount of time or the number of times that the girls could be fucked. Manny was strong and virile and his cock was in the oversized category, so his sessions with Diane sweaty and prolonged...
As the new rebel government of San Dominos began to take power, there was a stir amongst those in the population who had developed a fondness for the pleasures that came from holding and using all those Western slave girls who had been captured during the first chaotic days and nights of the revolution.
Never mind the potential loss of all that submissive white flesh that could be used and abused to one's absolute content; there was also the prospect of the captives' respective Western governments demanding their safe return. Then everyone knew that the new San Dominos leaders would be forced to account for the fate of the captives and also bring all those who had used the slaves to justice.
Some panic began to surface in certain quarters, but then, again, the Island's people had always been an industrious and resourceful lot, and the way to rid themselves of a problem like this was soon apparent. Rather than killing and disposing of the slaves, why not simply sell them off to those many 'business people' who had come to the Island just for the purpose of buying slave flesh for their various enterprises located on the South American Mainland?
The former police and prison guards who had served in the disposed island regime were still around and still organized in order to make some of the little money to be had. Their expertise made them ideally suited to act as the middlemen and the salesmen in the selling off of the many white slave girls brought to them by anxious owners.
The former Tangoon Institute served as a high-security prison for the old regime's many political prisoners. Now it was teeming with scared, sweating Western slaves who were now wondering what would befall them next. They would soon find out; the buying and selling had begun and business was being carried on at a frantic pace.
The guards organized their slave product by attractiveness; those who were deemed to be the most appealing were grouped together for inspection or further training. Even though their former owners had used most of them extensively, it was still a good idea to apply a bit more discipline in order to avoid any rebellious thinking brought about by their new circumstances.
In the first days of the rebellion, most of the prisoners of the Tangoon Institute had been freed to go home to their families. But some the female prisoners felt-rightly-that given the rampaging lawlessness and pandemonium that was going on outside, that it might be a safer to remain inside the walls of the prison. After all there was still some food in the pantry and there were plenty of sleeping accommodations. And now there was an added treat. Since the former guards had retaken control of the place in order to conduct their slave-sale business, the ex-prisoners were given almost unlimited access to the seemingly unlimited supply of white slaves.
Tina and Babette were glad that they had decided to stay at Tangoon. Especially when one of the guards brought along a tasty little American treat named Karen. Karen had been an upcoming swimsuit model, destined for fame when she had accepted a wonderful photo assignment on the island of San Dominos. That was three weeks ago. Now Karen had been shoved into a cell with dusky Babette and Tina and destined to spend a night of sexual servitude...
In another cell, the big dyke guard named Lalo had shed her clothes as she prepared to spend some time with a blond slave who had caught her eye in the day's line-up. Lalo wasn't a mean sort, just stern and demanding. Her demands of this sweet-faced blond would not be too outrageous. A bit of ass-licking, a lot of pussyeating....
Patty had made the mistake of initially resisting the advances of a guard when he had become interested in her rather innocent, girl-next-door looks. She had quickly relalized her mistake, but it was too late. After having her pale ass flogged until she started to beg in just the right manner, Patty ass was destined for further abuse by almost a dozen guard cocks. The guards laughed as they rode her ass deep and rough, and by the time the 8th guard took his place behind her, she could barely stand. No matter, another helpful guard bent Patty over a desk and held her tightly in place while the 8th guard took her turn at her.
The buyers who came to Tangoon were very discerning and exacting when it came to which slaves they would purchase. Different buyers had different needs and sometimes it was rather hard to make final choices as to which girl to take and how many girls to take. Most of the potential buyers made their choices with business in mind; in fact the majority of the slaves wee purchased by people who had some involvement with Latin American whorehouses or upscale sex escort rings operating in the U.S.
But there were some exceptions. Pepe Filipas had come to Tangoon to buy a slave wife. Pepe's lifestyle as a major narcotics smuggler didn't leave for a lot of time in the seeking out of the right kind of girl to make his wife. And frankly, his rather uncouth looks and boorish manner tended to make him very unattractive to even the most open-minded females. And his almost 12 inches of cock and the fact that he preferred hard anal ramming made him an unpopular customer at the whorehouses and bordellos. So when Pepe arrived on San Dominos, his interest was personal, not business.
He had immediately been attracted to the 20 year-old French slave named Claudette. Her strong, yet very curvy body meant as much to him as her beautiful, full-lipped face. Pepe hadn't haggled with the guards over her price; he paid it without protest. There was just one more thing: Pepe didn't want to wait until he had her on his plane or back at his residence to fuck her. He paid the astonished guards for the use of an empty storeroom. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to fuck Claudette now.
"Uhhhhhh....Oh, God......Uhhhhhhh...." Claudette normally beautiful face contorted from the pain as Pepe, once again, forced the head of his huge cock into her anus. Pepe was a crude man and his only concern was for his own pleasure; the pleasure that was already coming from the snug fit of Claudette's rectum walls around his wide shaft. And the pleasure that also derived from owning this lovely slave, of knowing that he was free to take whatever he wanted from her. Pepe had a sadistic aspect of his personality, but he would not exhibit it from any spanking or whipping of this new slave. Instead, it was the pain and punishment that would be meted out from Pepe's foot-long dick that would make Claudette suffer.
Gripping her tightly by her hair, Pepe held her in place as he rudely drove his cock in all the way to the balls. Claudette's body winched in agony, further thrilling him as he started to settle into yet another of his patented pile-driving fuckings of her asshole. Cruel, merciless, full-throttle half-hour poundings ....
"Ohhhh! Please! Master, please! Nooooo...NOOOOOOOOOOOO,,,!"
Claudette's pitiful pleadings would again be answered by Pepe's deep grunts - and even heavier slamming as he pulled her head back by her hair and kept her even more firmly in position to take the full impact of his anal attack.
"Si, right there. Keep it right there! Mmmm, si! Si! Give it to Pepe! Give it ALL to your Pepe...!"
The business was going well. The slaves were being sold at a much faster pace than anyone had anticipated. And it looked as though the new government of San Dominos was not going to be as aggressive in its efforts to recover the Western slaves as they had first indicated. So there was some room to relax a bit. Maybe to spend a bit more time enjoying what those white slaves had to offer before selling them off.
Virginia was due to be exhibited for sale in a few days. She would no doubt be sold quickly and bring in a good price. But the guards had been working so hard and needed a little time for fun and relaxation. Virginia would be taken out of Tangoon to spend some time in a more informal setting in which she would have the opportunity to further serve her jailers before being put on the auction block.
The guards also had friends who would be joining in the fun. Yes, Virginia would never forget her last few days on San Domina.......
The girls who had been transferred from the prison were initially put into a temporary holding area, where they were all subjected to yet another 'refresher' session to assure their continued compliance and proper attitudes. Combined with a medium-level application of punishment measures, the practice of a good week of sustained discomfort always seems to yield the desired effects on these new arrivals.
There was a general lack of sound in the Holding Area, broken only by the occasional soft sob or mostly involuntary shift of a slave's body... All vestiges of resistance or hopefulness were fading away slowly as the pain in their joints and aching muscles took their toll...
On her first trip up to the main bordello area, the American girl, Jeannette, was immediately welcomed by the regular whores who were anxious to initiate Jeannette into heir tight society. Jeanette had never sexually been with another woman, but that would all change tonight. And for countless nights afterwards....
"What a dainty little tongue you have", remarked Rica as she took her place as the first in line. " Now flick it out gently and let it touch mine. I'm gonna teach you how to kiss a woman properly, so that she appreciates it and wants more..."
Senor Mercedes was a brothel owner who ran his business with a tight hand. His regular whores were well mannered, didn't steal and were always most respectful to their customers. The Senor tolerated very little back talk or trouble at his place, so it was only natural for a man of his temperament and inclination for perfection and obedience to take a personal interest in assuring that these two new American slave-whores named Jeannette and Amanda would adhere to his strict workplace demands. Still not trusting the effectiveness of their previous training, Senor Mercedes decided to take it upon himself to make sure that they fully understood the firm standards of decorum that guided the everyday behavior of his establishment.
"Just because you both happen to be blond and American won't cut you any slack with me at my place!" The Senor drew back his arm to apply yet another round of hard flogs to the exposed backs of Amanda and Jeanette. Mercedes was an expert with his short whips; he had long perfected the ability to inflict great pain or extended amounts of time without permanently marking whatever flesh her happen to be working on. Marked girls couldn't command as much money from his clientele. But the two slaves felt as if the Senor was whipping every bit of skin off their suffering bodies.
Then the Senor would take each separately into another room where he would give them to his brothel's thuggish, twin-brother guards in order to further reinforce their understanding of their lowly positions. Nothing like a bit of rough rape and a good beating to put a new girl in her place...
Rollo had greeted Jeannette with a thorough session of hard punching and slapping to set the tone of how the rest of there shared evening was going to run its course. With his sadistic desires now somewhat replaced by the desire to fuck, Rolla now dragged Jeannette over to the bed to let her use her sweet mouth on his monstrous dick before getting down to the business of tearing her white pussy apart with it....
Rollo chuckled to himself as he observed Jeannette's look of astonishment and dread when his huge cock came into view. The girls always had that reaction when they first saw that thing of his; other than his twin brother, few men in the world possessed a shaft as big as Rollo. At one time he and his brother had been featured in sex shows where the tourists had flocked in to watch in awe and wonder as they both used their oversized shafts to ravaged whatever willing or unwilling girl unfortunate to be paired with them. But that had been before the one girl had died from the injuries that she had endured form their cock's pummelling...
"Si, good, good! That's way! Lick it slow and wet. All the way up and down and make sure that it's hard as a rock so that I can show ya how a nasty, worthless little whore like ya deserves to be fucked. Too bad the Senor won't let me fuck ya as hard as I want - but don't worry, I promise that everyone's gonna hear ya yellin' and screamin' when I go to work on that ittle cunt of yours..."
While Rollo was having his time with Jeannette, his twin brother Marcus was introducing himself to Amanda. Marcus has his particular preferences for getting himself ready for a good night of hard fucking and he was now guiding Amanda through the first phase of working him up to do her properly.
"Mmmmmmm...keep it up, bitch. Keep that tongue workin' on my asshole. That's right, ya got my balls twitchin' now, got 'em churnin' up some good, thick cum. Pretty soon 'ol Marcus is gonna put ya on your back..."
Jeannette and Amanda had learned their lessons - and their place - well. Not only were they a hit with the brothel's many customers; they were also an added asset to Senor Mercedes' operation as featured sex show performers. The Senor had heard their sounds while being fucked by Marcus and Rollo and had noticed the reaction of the other brothel whores and customers who also had been listening in. Ever the astute businessman and promoter, the Senor knew a good attraction when he heard one; within days, he had started planning for twice-weekly sex shows at his place featuring the two American girls and Rollo and Marcus.
"I want you to fuck them real good and make them suffer; that'll be great for the customers", the Senor had informed Rollo and his brother. "But you both are going to have to control your fuckin, understand? These two bitches cost me money and they're no use to me dead or injured so much that they can't work the regular customers!"
Practice makes perfect and before they were put on stage for their sex shows, Amanda and Jeanette were required to engage in a series of rehearsals to make sure that they knew exactly what to do. The Senor had determined that aside from the hard fucking that they would endure, that the two slave-whores might further thrill the audiences with displays of particularly nasty cocksucking and cum-swallowing. Under the supervision and advice from the regular whores, the two white slaves were coached in the art of milking every bit of semen from those huge cocks, then further entertaining everyone by exchanging the globs of thick cum with each other before gulping and slurping it down...
Don't get wise with me, bitches… any drop on the floor means you licking it and ten of the medium rod. So better lick each other those damp chins of yours thoroughly…
The group of masked men had done their homework in advance, knowing just which homes were populated by attractive females, what times they would most likely to be there and which ones would be the easier targets.
These were not the homes of ordinary families, but rather all the houses that were on the gang's list were large and expensive; quite a few of them were mansions. Because this gang was interested in kidnapping the more better - looking women for sale to the underground slave market that held it's well-attended auctions of the finer pieces of flesh on a regular basis.
Big money to be made.
This first home contained a still-attractive mother, a Mrs Morrison, and her two daughters. The invaders knew that the men were away on trips and the females were there alone, so there was no need to hurry. The gang took their time, indulging themselves sexually with their new prizes before departing with them.
Pleasure with business is always the best kind....
After transporting their prey to the pre-arranged location at which they would be examined and turned over to the slavers, the kidnappers couldn't resist having one more turn at Mrs. Morrison's cunt. The daughters shouldn't be abused too much before the buyer's arrival. That might affect the paying price. But they knew that the mother wouldn't be as much in value - the older females were usually destined to be painsluts or deathsluts.
"Damn, you know you're a pretty good fuck for an older bitch. We're gonna make sure that you remember us real well! After all, we're the one who took you away from that boring life you've been livin'. It's gonna be real excitin', where you and your girls are goin'!"
Mrs. Morrison tried to act brave for her daughters - soon she started to moan from the relentless, pounding fucking from her captors as each one took his turn.....
This latest auction would be another success; every one of these new captives was from an upper -crust, rich family- which was the secret of their attraction to the potential buyers. Very few of these sluts would be for re-sale; no, most of them would be solely for the sexual use and abuse by their Masters and Mistresses.
Since most of the buyers hailed from the lower and poorer rungs of society, the allure of having a previously spoiled and pampered slaveslut to use as one wished was the essential ingredient of the pleasure of it all.
One of the many other kidnapped debutants named Linda had been purchased at auction by a Ms. Bee. Ms. Bee had been attracted by the girl's rather haughty demeanour, which had survived slave-training process. Ms. Bee preferred to buy girls who had spirit - it made it so much more fun to break their will, to change them slowly. So pleasurable to watch.....
First, she would hand the girl over to her good friend, Mr. Smith, for some preliminary working-over. Mr. Smith's speciality was electricity. He knew just what Ms. Bee liked to see and he started off the shock sessions somewhat mildly, although Linda started to scream and beg almost immediately...
Mrs. R was frequently awed by her husband's potency. Horace may not have looked it, but he was as virile as a young man. And these newest bitches were finding that out. Horace might be emptying his semen down their throats now, but within the hour he would be ready again; ready to fuck the both of them with a hard dick and a full load of cum in his balls.
Yes, regularly acquiring new whoremeat was the secret to keeping him happy. It was definitely much more enjoyable than the dull retirement from his janitorial job. And being able to fuck girls who most probably had been snobs and who would have looked down upon him in their previous lives really added to the thrill.
Of course, Mrs. R liked it too. Liked it a lot. Not only the sexual pleasure that the various slavegirls gave her - but also the pleasure she derived from disposing of them when Horace tired of them and was ready to buy new slave pussy to replace them.
Don't swallow it yet, you slaves. I wanna both of you kissing each other deep and hot, sharing my husband cum till I tell you can swallow it…
The only daughter of a multimillionaire industrialist, Marla had been pampered and catered to.
But now Marla was the one who would learn to cater to another.
Mistress Saline was an owner who needed and demanded the most perverse of pleasures. Marla would be obediently giving up any pride or stubbornness that she might still possess.
"Oh, my dear angel, your Mistress is shitting faster than you can manage to eat. But that's okay, love. Just swallow down as much as you can. You'll lick the rest from the floor…"
Armando watched as his wife Maria started to remove the rest of Jamie's tattered clothes. He knew that Maria was enjoying the captive's panicked distress as much as he was; and that she was taking her time in order to get herself more and more excited. After all, this new girl wasn't like the previous Gringas that they had purchased from the slave auctioneers; this was one of those top-notch selections from that long-awaited, imported "special-order" batch of slavegirls that were all from the higher echelons of Western society. This made them much more of an attraction for their brothel's clients and customers. They would pay twice the regular rate for a chance at fucking one of these spoiled, high-class sluts who had been so pampered and catered to in their very recent previous lives. There had been over a dozen to choose from; Armando had bid a high price to get her.
Jamie was crying and her body trembled as Maira slowly pulled down her panties. She could not help but cringe when her new Mistress let out a low moan of lustful appreciation as she stroked Jamie's smooth skin, then rudely pushed a finger inside the girl's young pussy.
"Let's she what we got here… Humm, nice smell! She's not a virgin, but her cunt hasn't been used very much at all... Still very tight."
Of course, after an intense application of the belt, Armando had to assert his owner's right of first fuck of his newest slaveslut. He would ride her hard throughout the night, using every one of her holes many times over. Jamie had had a boyfriend, but he had never used her like this; her new Master's cock was big and never seemed to soften. She had lost count of how many times he had come back for more of her captive pussy and asshole.
And now Armando was nearing the end of yet another fuck session. The girl was keeping his virility high with her sweet pleadings and her wet tears as her battered body shook beneath his shaft's relentless ramming. Now he could not resist another big orgasm; he buried his dick in to the hilt, his balls slapping against her buttocks.
"Uhhhhh...! Si, puta!", he groaned as his cocked swelled, then pulsed, shooting another warm cum-load deep inside Jamie's flooded twat. He would train her over the next few weeks, until he tired of the novelty of having a rich Gringa as a fucktoy and put her to work.
Just before Jamie was due to be made available to the brothel's clientele, Armando was tendered an offer of a very good sum of money for her. His brother Marcos needed a wife. A pretty, well-trained wife who knew her place and who would submit to his every need. Someone like Jamie.
Well, Marcos was his favorite brother - and he had offered twice the sum that Armando had paid for her, so Armando would sacrifice future profits in order to make his brother happy.
"Okay, Marcos, she's yours now. Remember that if she fails to please you, don't hesitate to bring her back. I'll give you a discount rate for her, of course."
In the meanwhile, he would see if another shipment was due to arrive. After all, now he could bid an even higher price for another Gringa slave.
In the basement of one of Armando's rival brothels, two of the more experienced whores, Darlena and Niki, were getting to know a couple of the newest additions to the operation. Life was so hard for a brothel whore, and they needed the release of pleasure. These new Gringas were so tender, so helpless in their new surroundings. They needed the direction and guidance the older whores could give them. And Niki and Darlena would insist on teaching them.
In the far corner, Niki had quieted the sounds of one girl. The only sounds now were from Niki; muted groans as her aggressive tongue probed the insides of the Gringa's mouth.
"Kiss me back! Give me that sweet little tongue! Don't make me have to hurt you, bitch!"
Then wetter sounds as the frightened girl's tongue started to intertwine with Niki's and her delicate throat opened to accept Niki's tobacco - flavored saliva...
Across the room, Darlena was caressing the smooth pale skin of the second slave, a dispirited former debutant named Kelly. There was no resistance in Kelly. No resistance at all. Darlena instinctly knew that this young slave would be so easy to train as a pleasure girl for the other whores. She would be the one who would most likely satisfy the whores after a long day and night of brothel work. Her tongue would be one that the older women would use to wiggle against their clits and deep inside their assholes.
"You must understand now that there is no hope for you, my cute girl. No hope at all. All you can do now is to please the owner by fucking and making him lots of money. Do you understand? No one knows where you are and no one will ever rescue you. You belong to this whorehouse now. Your other life of riches is over and now all you will ever have is cocks in your holes and cum down your throat."
As Darlena expected, her words made Kelly break down into tears. Si, this one would be so special. She pulled the girl close against her, rubbing her ample tits against Kelly's ....
"And now I also want you to understand that you are going to belong to me and the other bitches who work here. If you don't do what we want, we're going to hurt you very bad. You don't want that, do you? Good. Now, little Gringa, I'm going to take you into the other room and I'm going to spend some time slapping you around a little so you know your place. Then you're going to get on your knees and beg to eat my pussy. Don't worry, I'm going to teach you everything. And you'll get to know just how each of us wants it done and what other things we like. Now for me, after a girl makes me cum, I always have to pee. So I will be pissing down your throat a few times tonight. Now kiss me and then we'll start .....Si, that's it sweetheart....Mmmmmm.....Such a good little girl.....Mmmmmmmmm...."
Upstairs in the brothel's fuck rooms, the other Western girls were proving to be well worth the prices they had commanded at auction. The customers really liked how these strange new sluts followed orders and how they tried so hard to please. The rates might have been a bit higher, but these girls were worth it. Unlike the regular whores, these bitches had shallow cunts and tight assholes. And they didn't resist being fucked really hard. Nothing better than to be have the freedom to fuck one of these crying Gringas in as roughly and as brutally as you wanted and then empty your nuts insides her!
Yes, these cunts would be used up quickly. The owners knew this and had already planned for getting the last usage out of them by selling them as pain-whores.
But in every batch of slaves there was always one who just wouldn't accept her fate as a sex-whore. Beatrice was one of those un-trainables - and now she would be paying the price for her stubbornness and refusal to submit.
But it was not a total loss for the owner. He liked how Beatrice struggled and fought while being fucked; it made it so much more satisfying. After thoroughly busting his nuts in her for a week, it was time to dispose of the problem.
And he really liked watching her demise. At the end, she finally begged - but it was now too late....
“OK, my pretty... JUMP!”
Not all of the many abducted rich girls who "disappeared" ended up in low-class brothels or inner-city basements. There was an even more secretive and long-established network of users and enslavers of rich girls - a worldwide group comprised of people who were, themselves, members from the wealthier echelons of society. The families of the kidnapped females never suspected that their missing wives and daughters might have been captured into slavery for service to some of their neighbors and social acquaintances.
For instance, 19 year-old debutant Carrie's abduction had been requested by her wealthy uncle as a gift to his ex-stripper and ex-porn star Mistress, 'Chantel'. Chantel would never be introduced into her sugar-daddy's High Society circles, but now she would have a sort of consolation from the fact that she now would have his pampered niece as her personal property. To do with as she pleased.
Chantel had experience in being aggressive and hard, so it had been easy to put Carrie in her place ; a soft rich girl soon succumbed under the relentless application of the whip. And Carrie's jaded Mistress was determined that this now-subservient slavecunt would forever be totally obedient to every command and desire, no matter how perverted....
"Yes, my doggie bitch, that's it - sit up and beg for another piece of Mistress Chantel's tasty shit! Now eat it fast - 'cause I'm digging another bunch of my wonderful turd-load out of my wonder asshole...!"
Madam Bulcherwicz had been a widow for over a decade. Her friends were constantly telling her to be more social, perhaps to find another husband or take some handsome young man as a lover. She would always smile politely and reply that she was happy with things just like they were.
Her friends needn't have worried about Madam Bulcherwicz's social and emotional life. Madam Bulcherwicz was enjoying a sex like that surpassed anything that they would have normally imagined. Every day and night, the widow was enjoying a constant wave of the most wonderful orgasms - courtesy of two now-accomplished sisters who had been kidnapped from their industrialist father's estate.
Such a smart purchase on her part, these girls were. Damn good pussy-eaters. Tight pussies. Strong tongues....
Mrs. Knowles' millions allowed her to live the wonderful life of a Slave Mistress and chief organizer of a wealthy white slavery group that specialized in the use of the most beautiful young females kidnapped from the ranks of High Society worldwide. With her large and trusted staff of butlers and maids also serving as her Slave Overseers, Mrs. Knowles presided over an ongoing system of orgies, slave auctions, sex shows and sacrifices that thrilled her tight group of jaded fellow patrons who, like her, hailed from the uppermost ranks of the Global Elite.
Life on the Knowles estate was never dull for it's owner. Mrs. Knowles always had a wide choice of erotic activities to either indulge in as a participant or as a voyeur.... She loved to venture around all the different areas of her huge mansion in order to witness the many and varied ongoing scenarios that were all a part of the daily routine resulting from her slave operation there.
A favorite destination was the quarters of her big Jamaican maid, Irma. Irma had a big lesbian appetite, and she loved to exercise her rights to the many delectable slavegirls available to her. Stern and imposing, Irma never had a problem with making a chosen slave do exactly as she commanded.
At this moment, Mrs. Knowles knew that another good show was about to begin as she watched Irma begin her patented style of sexual training on a new arrival named Monica. A week ago, Monica had been enjoying her wonderful rich life of luxury. Now, with her body sore and aching from her initiation floggings and whippings and her once high spirits now broken, Monica was about to be taught the finer points of pleasuring Jamaican pussy and rimming Jamaican asshole...
"Here, darlin', part those pretty lips of yours. Hmmm, yas, girl, take it in slowly now. Don't your Ol' Irma's finger taste real good? Now wet it a bit more with that tongue....not too much now......Yas, girlie, good girlie......"
Irma would have Monica first use this method of lipping and tonguing on Irma's big nipples and then her toes. Then Monica would practice it on Irma's big clit....
...And after a few nights with Irma, poor Monica was taken out to Mrs. Knowles' horse stables where Mr. Smithe would help himself to all of Monica's holes in a most rude and rough manner. Mr. Smithe was a trainer of fine horses and he also had a real talent for the cocktraining of young human mares.
Monica was learning all about Mr. Smithe's ten inches of talent as it relentlessly attacked her raw asshole. Her body shuddered and her moans were fevered from the pain, this strange pain. She had lost track of how many times he had turned her over on her stomach and propped up her ass for yet another long anal raping.
"Uh, uh, uh.....take it, bitch....keep on cryin'...keep on beggin'... Uhhh....so good....so tight....Gonna fuck that asshole all fuckin' night...."
Mrs. Knowles was preparing for the arrival of some of her more favored guests and she knew that they would be very pleased to be amongst the first to sample the assortment of fine flesh that she had just purchased from her
Eastern European contacts. These newest girls had been snatched from their Baltic summer vacation estates and villas. Ranging from 18 to 23 years, all of them hailed from the ranks of Eastern European wealth. And they would never be heard from again...
Two of them, Ivana, Pretrina and Betrska, petite and now broken in by the staff, were brought up from their holding cells to be exhibited to Mrs. Knowles' first two arriving guests, Count and Countess Quisling. Some of Mrs. Knowles' staff gathered to watch ; they always enjoyed noting the reactions between the newest slaves and those guest who were looking upon them for the first time.
Now it was so interesting to observe the objective, appraising eyes of Count Quisling as he examined the girls. And so much more interesting to observe the much colder eyes of the Countess. They all knew of her sadistic nature; of how she would surely end up killing whatever girl that she happened to choose. Although her face was blank, they suspected that she had already made up her mind as to who the unfortunate girl would be and how she would suffer......
Being a second-generation oil tycoon, Mr. Robb was used to having things his own way and getting what he wanted. And it was no different on this night. He had wanted the beautiful 18 year-old Tanya, the spoiled and rather haughty daughter of his most bitter business rival. Wanted her in the worst way. And after making arrangements to have her abducted off her college campus, he now had her
He had made up his mind that he would keep Tanya as his private slavewhore for the rest of his life - or at least, the rest of her life...... Right now, it was so much fun to observe his new property's slow-paced initiation into pain and humiliation. He was in no hurry; he wanted to take his time with her, savoring every moment of her fear and discomfort.
"I'll ask you again, slave… what do you prefer? A whipping on those fine tits of yours or some shit for lunch? C'mon, make up your mind, we don't have all day. I have business to attend!"
Mr. and Mrs. Tavinsky's treatment of their two latest debutants-turned -slaves was laced with humor and irony....and a lot of sex, of course. No need to let a pretty slavegirl's time go to waste while her companion was getting all the attention. The Tavinskys were ones who believed idle time was a bad habit, so if one slave was not being used, it would be her task to serve in yet another mainly utilitarian manner.
"Honey, when you finish with this little bitch I'll put her to work in the toilet. I' have some pretty nice ideas on how she'll serve her mistress there…"
Flora Harriston had always been considered a somewhat malicious gossip in her circle of high society. her mouth was feared for the trouble that it could frequently stir up among both her friends and enemies. But now Flora's mouth was being used in a much more pleasure-giving way as it was becoming more and more expert at deep-throating and milking almost every trace of cum from her new Master's cock and balls.
"The load is coming, slave… Open you throat and swallow your Master prick, this time you'll get it straight to your stomach…"
Sonni Reikenberg's billionaire family and her exalted social life were now becoming more and more distant in her consciousness with the passage of each day spent here in Mr. Boyles' dungeon. Mr. Boyles had been bad enough with his constant sexual demands and his rough ways, but now things were entering a much more terrifying stage as Master Boyes' wife and mistress found discovered the joys of using the strap on Sonni's soft, yielding body.
"You ladies can go ahead and keep whipping her until she's almost dead. But don't kill her, understand? I want her all cut up and bloody and barely alive - then you two will watch me as I fuck what life she has left right out of her."
Yvette and Roberta Neys had not seen the other girls who had been kidnapped along with them from the country club since arriving at their captor's secluded estate. The two sisters had been isolated from the rest, their only contact being the big female guard who brought them food and water and had made them both become very proficient pussy-eaters.
Tonight they were brought upstairs for a reunion of sorts with their captive friends
"Remember, my little bitches, you better be at your very best and show your hosts just how much you are willing to please them. Things will get extremely unpleasant for any of you who fails to entertain or satisfy your Superiors. If you two and your friends make your new masters and Mistresses feel as good as you've made my pussy feel, you'll not going to have any problems."
"Now let's try it again, slut. You're no longer strutting around like a little princess in your big mansion and lording it over everyone because of your family name. Your daddy's money can't help you now!
"So let's hear you beg a lot better than you've been doing. We're not pleased! The screams need to be a lot more musical! I want to hear them almost form a song! Okay, bitch, here we go....."
"NOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOoooooo! Yiiiiiiieeeee! PLEASE! Aaaeeeeeeee!"
The world is in shambles now; all the various societies and their economies have collapsed. There is no order and the only law is that of the gun. The rich, the ones who allowed this situation to occur, are no longer in power. They now cower behind their walled and gated communities, under siege by large and organized mobs of the poor who are just savouring the chance to take their revenge.
Rich girls of legal age are now a prime commodity for trade. They are hunted down, captured and then broken in order that they can be sold or bartered ( usually for food or guns ) to poor people who now would be their Masters or Mistresses. And there were so many otherwise downtrodden men and women who liked nothing better than to have a pretty rich girl now serving as their domestic slave; cleaning their filthy houses, cooking the scraps of food and making sure that their owners never lacked sexual satisfaction to make it more easy to cope in this new but terrible new world....
The Duncon Brothers Slave Slaves: Michael and Ronald Duncon had both been policemen before the country went to pieces. Now they manned a small but fairly thriving flesh-selling business located just at the edge of the former financial district. They both had the expertise to enable them to use their weapons and martial skills to forcefully obtain the girls that they would later sell. In this new society, this was about the best living they could make.
"Damn, I kinda hate putting you out for sale, bitch," Ronald laughed to the crying former debutant that he and his brother had snatched only a few days ago. "You're one of the best fucks we've had in a long time. Hope you liked it as much as we did."
"Well, all good things come to an end," Michael put in. Maybe one of them black pimps will wanna buy ya. Big dicks on 'em and they like to make it rough specially with young white tarts like you ..."
The Pimp and His Hoes: Tryrone always made it a point to let his main gals take care of letting a new bitch know her place. He had spent the night ramming the newly-purchased Joyce in all her holes and slapping' her around a little in order to get her in the proper mood. He'd put her to work out on the streets in a week or so, depending on how fast she accepted her new reality. But right now, he would enjoy himself as his most trusted whores turned Joyce out. He knew that the tall, imposing Wiona would take the lead. She was a committed dyke and a tough one who always got her way with a fresh piece of pussy.
"Welcome to the stable, girl." Wiona drawled as she pushed Joyce to her knees. "Heard you was some kinda high-society gal or something like that. Hope you ain't too disappointed with your new friends here. But I promise ya that you're gonna get to really like us - it might take a little while, but you'll come around. Our man Tyrone might be a bit harsh with ya at first, but don't you worry; soon as he sees you are gonna be making him money, he'll treat ya right."
"Yeah, and we gonna treat ya right, too," Rita said from behind Joyce. " That's as long as you do your best to treat us right. The new girl always takes care of pleasin' the rest of us when she comes in...."
"Know what sista Rita is talkin' about, don't ya, girl?" Wiona said as she used a hand to urge Joyce's head closer. " Look at my pussy, baby. It's all ready for ya. You know what to do....."
The Bartoli Sisters and Their New Domestic Slavegirl: The three Bartoli were sisters barely able to scratch out a living scavenging the garbage dumps and landfills in order to find items that could be traded, sold or eaten ( As long as the food wasn't totally rotten or infested by maggots, it could sometimes be rescued by boiling it into a stew which the sisters sold by the cup-full on a local street corner ). But they had decided that they did need some source of pleasure or amusement in this otherwise grim existence. It had taken them over a week or so to save up enough food scraps to make a full barrel of passable stew that they traded with a local slave trafficker for the captive Denise. The slaver could have sold Denise for as much a ten to twenty dollars because of her pedigree as the daughter of a now - dead rich publisher - but the Bartoli stew smelled good enough to overcome his profit concerns and make the trade.
As she sat in the bed between Nina and Madeleine Bartoli, Denise was so cute as she sobbed in her distress. Gone was the privileged life she had known as a member of the upper-class before the country had imploded upon itself and the old society had been ripped apart. Now in this new society, she was destined to serve the rest of her days as a domestic slave in this crumbling, threadbare shack of a place....
"Mmmmmm....," Madeline moaned as she forcefully explored Denise's young pussy with her strong old fingers. "So tight," she sighed, her breath rancid against the slavegirl's face. "It's been a long time since I've had a pretty girl like you, baby.....so long.."
Nina's aggressive hands fondled the slavegirl as she nuzzled her from behind. "Yes, it's been a long time for me, too," she whispered wetly in Denise's ear. "But you'll make up for it...."
The Former Debutant Meets Her Former Maid: In times not so long ago, Mildred Samson was the pampered 20 year-old only daughter in the big mansion in the exclusive neighbourhood in which all the homes were mansions. That time had passed; Mr. Samson had been lynched by an invading mob and Mrs Samson had died after being subjected to being raped by over a hundred men. The Samsons had been known for their public disdain for the "lower classes". And they had paid dearly for it. It was only by the best of luck that Mildred Samson had been able to escape the carnage.
Mildred Samson had stayed hidden during daylight hours and had managed to evade being captured by searchers and marauders. All her rich friends were either dead or disappeared, so Mildred was beside herself seeking a place of refuge and safety. Finally, she had the thought of Maria Diaz, her old maid. Tall, stately Maria had been maid to the Samson family for over a decade; a kind and faithful servant. It was unfortunate that they had been forced to fire her when she asked for a bit more money to help her and her three daughters to get by on - but a maid was merely a maid and there were always plenty available who would be willing to work at the wages that the Samsons were willing to pay. Mildred had not seen any signs of resentment on Maria's face as they informed her that she had to go. Surely Maria knew the way things worked and she seemed to accept it with grace and humility. Mildred was sure that if she could manage to get to Maria Diaz's place, she would be safe.
Mildred did find her way to Maria's family home on the far side of town. Old Maria immediately recognized her and so did her daughters. Mildred had been so wrong about how Maria felt towards her.
"You little puta!" How dare you show up here asking for my help!" Maria Diaz told her. "I have a good mind to call to the men out on the street so they can take you! Daughters, come here and throw this filthy person from my house!"
"Please! Don't do that! Please don't make me go!"
"She begs so well, Mama," said one daughter as she eyed Mildred's fine looks and figure. "Perhaps she can convince us all that she is worthy enough to us to keep her..."
Maria calmed down enough to consider what her daughter was saying. For the first time, she looked at Mildred from a different point of view.....
"Do you want to say here and belong to me and my daughters?" Maria Diaz asked Mildred pointedly, her eyes stern. "Do you want to stay here and clean our toilets and clean our pussies and assholes with your tongue and keep us happy? Tell me now or go..."
Because she had no choice, Mildred agreed to become the house slave to Maria Diaz and her three daughters.
"Our beloved dog died a while ago, but I must admit his collar and chain look so much better on you," one of Maria's daughters giggled.
"And like that dog, you will obey and do everything you are told, si?" Maria Diaz said as she pulled her hanging, floppy breasts from her dress.
"Mama really misses having her tits sucked," a daughter informed Mildred. "See how big and hard her nipples are? They need a pretty girl's lips and tongue to make them feel better. Then Mama will be ready to let you eat her pussy."
The Haughty Niece and Her Uncle Ed: Evelyn Pritchard was another former rich girl who had been seeking shelter from the roaming mobs of poor and slavers. Like some many other upper-class families, the Pritchards had been virtually wiped out when scores of armed marauders, made mostly of vengeful homeless and poor people, broke through the gates and then the doors of their more-than-comfortable home. Evelyn, all of nineteen years, had been the only Pritchard to escape. In desperation and having no immediate options, she had sought out her distant uncle in hopes that he might provide lodging and protection. This uncle had married into and then divorced out of the Pritchard family quite some time ago. In fact, Evelyn had never personally met the man; her only knowledge of him being the less-than-flattering tales about him that had be told and repeated around so many dinner tables and in so many cocktail parties. But Evelyn had full confidence in the strength of her superior breeding and boarding school education: With this she would surely be more than a match for this unseen uncle of hers.
Evelyn soon found her way to her uncle's place and just as soon found out that her upper-class background and imperious ways would fail her badly. Uncle Ed was worse than what they had told her; she found that out within the first hour of her arrival, in which he had beat her and then forced her into the bedroom of his small shabby shack of a house where he then spent the rest of night introducing her to his big dick. No amount of crying or begging could distract Uncle Ed from doing what her wanted to do and Evelyn quickly learned that any resistance would only bring those head-jarring slaps that caused her to see flashes of light.
"You're gonna learn what it means to be a whore," Uncle Ed told her as he flipped her over on her stomach and began forcing his cock up her virgin ass. Evelyn's screams were loud and heartfelt, but nothing could deter Uncle Ed from continuing his lesson.....
In this world of limited opportunities, a brutal and immoral man like Ed could not pass up the opportunity to earn some badly-need cash off the body of his now-tamed niece. Evelyn had been haughty and self-assured before - but that was all gone now. Now she would only cry and let out a sharp breath as Phil, Uncle Ed's close buddy-in-crime, began burrowing slamming her already-raw anus for the third time with his excited dick.
"Uhhhhhh, this is good! I see watch mean, Ed; we'll make some good money putting the word out that this bitch's asshole stays tight no matter how many times you fuck it."
"Yeah, we'll specialize her in taking it up the ass," Ed told Phil. " We'll just keep her strung standing up like she is and the guys can come in and butt-fuck her and leave.
Maybe two dollars for ten minutes? Keep it down to no more than thirty fucks a day and she should last us a month or two before she's worn down. Then I'll sell her to one of those freighter captains for his crew."
"Yer all heart, Ed," Phil grunted as he drove his shaft to the balls against the slave's ass and started to deposit yet another load of his cum. " All heart."
The Failed Escape of Mayor Janice Lewis: By all accounts, Janice Lewis had been a good mayor for the exclusive, high-income enclave of Regenville. Regenville, a community where the average income was 1.5 million dollars, had been a well-policed and tightly controlled place where large mansions sat hidden up winding driveways and behind acres of lush and perfectly tended greenery. It took thousands of low-income workers to service Regenville, but hardly any of them were permitted to live there: these varied hordes of gardeners, maids, servants and housecleaners were bussed in daily from the ring of low-income apartment-dominated 'towns' that surrounded Regenville. Any non-residents caught within Regenville after sundown could expect to be accosted by it's private police force and escorted out of town or jailed on suspicion of "loitering". That's the way it had always been in Regenville. And Mayor Janice Lewis, a member of one of the town's oldest and most influential families, had been re-elected for two four-year terms because she worked hard to keep it that way.
But now, since the collapse of the nation's economy and social infrastructure, Regenville was a desperate and crumbling fortress of a place trying to survive the almost daily raids by marauders. Things were getting worse because the attackers had cut off the town's water supply and had organized a blockade to prevent food from reaching the once-prosperous community. The private police force, through deaths or desertions, had been reduced to only a few officers. Ammunition was running out and there were almost daily reports of yet more families being slaughtered on their estates and of any attractive daughters being carried off into slavery.
Mayor Lewis, along with the ever-dwindling number of Regenville citizens, knew that their only chance of survival lay in trying to escape through the blockade. There was no way of knowing where they might go to find safety, but they knew that to staying here was not an option any more. To Janice Lewis, she knew that her good looks and firm, well - toned body would surely result in her being sold into sexual slavery if caught. A prospect that she considered to be worse than death. So it was with a great deal of dread that Janice, the only one left now of her family, set out in the darkness on her bid to find her way to freedom. She could only wish herself luck ...
Luck was not with Janice Lewis that night. She had indeed weaved her way past the various blockade checkpoints and had managed to reach the far limits of one of the now - destroyed towns before she was set upon and captured by a couple of roaming thugs.
"Please don't kill me ," Janice, now bound and flogged, repeatedly begged as her two captors took turns raping her throughout the late night and into the dawn.
"Don't you worry, bitch," the big black one growled as he rocked Janice's sore body with the power of his thrusting. " You too good-lookin' a woman to have yo' throat cut - that's as long as you keep movin' them hips like this when I is fuckin' ya. No, me and my partner here is gonna keep ya for a while before we trades ya or sells ya . Now keep rotatin' them hips, bitch! Faster or I gonna hit ya! Yeah, that's it, bitch...!"
...In these days of chaotic upheaval of Western society, the divide between rich and poor has become wide indeed - and the rich were losing; their money was now almost worthless and their numbers paled in relation to the population of the poor. The rich were only able to survive so far by barricading themselves behind fortress-like gated communities. But eventually those privileged enclaves began to suffer from a lack of food and water. Raiding mobs of revenge-minded poor people regularly breached the rich perimeters, stealing, looting, kidnapping and killing. The former elite were now suffering more than the poor. There were police around - but the 'People's Police' were now composed entirely of the poor and were generally hostile to those who had formerly been at the top of society. In fact, it was rumored that the 'People's Police' were themselves guilty of many crimes and offenses against their despised masters.
Captain Biggs of the People's Police Station No. 5 was noted for his blatant hostility towards members of the former upper-class. He never passed up an opportunity to defile and degrade those whining, complaining elitists. So what if their wives and daughters were abused or had 'disappeared'? So what if raiders had invaded their homes and stolen anything not nailed down? In Capt. Biggs' mind, they deserved everything they got. So when Mr. Nelson, along with his young trophy wife Marlene, had the nerve to venture down to Station No. 5 in order to lodge a complaint against one of the local raiding gangs that had ransacked what was left of the Nelson's once-lavish country home, their reception was less than cordial. Especially when a gun was put to Mr. Nelson's head while pretty Mrs. Marlene Nelson was put to her knees and made to use those beautiful lips of hers on the big, throbbing cocks of Capt. Biggs and his men....
"C'mon, man," Capt. Biggs chuckled as he urgently stroked another thick cum-load into the waiting mouth of Mr. Nelson's young wife. “Ain’t you proud of how your wife sucks cock? You rich boys don't know how to appreciate what your women can do if they put their minds to it. This cunt's a damn expert at suckin' and swallowin'. Tell ya what, asshole - you run your sorry ass back home and come back tomorrow and pick her up. Think I'll keep your little bitch here with me so I can spend the night teaching her how to take a big dick in all her holes and love it!"
The pay for a so-called "People's Policeman" wasn't very good, but in these times of economic depression and social upheaval, it was enough to buy food and maintain shelter. That was as much as anyone could expect right now. But being a policeman did have its occasional rewards. Like being able to intrude into the rich enclaves and snatch whatever beautiful female to be found and bring her in to the police station on whatever charge he might think up. Unlike the old days, the social elite had no power now.
Police Private Reggie Brown had only been on the force for a couple of weeks, but he already was indulging himself in one of the department's entertainment pastimes. He had entered the former mayor's household and had taken away his pretty daughter Serena at gunpoint. Back in the early days, Serena had been one of those snot-nosed bitches in the car that had nearly run down Reggie as he had crossed the street one night. Reggie still remembered them laughing and insulting him when he complained about their driving. Yes, he had a long memory and a grudge to settle. Now, here in the privacy of one of the isolated cells at the police station, Serena was being given the chance to repay Reggie for her earlier bad behavior...
It was the third time that night that Reggie abused pretty Serena in the jail cell. Serena might have been proud and snotty in the past, but Reggie's big dick and brutal fucking now had her crying like the lowest bitch. The rich boys' cocks had never stretched and battered her pussy like Reggie was doing now.
Reggie lifted and pinned her captive body against the wall. "Wrap those legs around me, whore! Wrap 'em tight! Do it or I'm gonna hurt ya!"
Serena could only obey as Reggie began to plow her pussy deep, scratching her back against the wall.
"Uggghhhhh..," Reggie groaned as his cock bucked and began to pump streams of cum inside Serena's cunt, impregnating her...
The female members of the People's Police never failed to do their duties, especially those who served as guards at the various jails and prisons - and especially when females from the former upper-class strata of society were brought in. Being from the ranks of the poor and downtrodden, these female guards were very quick to punish and inflict abuse upon any displays of uppishness or defiance from those rich bitches. If a new society was going to take shape, these pampered ladies just had to be taught the errors of their ways. It was sometimes hard work, but the guards found it to be a rewarding and frequently pleasurable aspect of their duties. Word was out: Being a female police guard at one of the many jails or prisons for women was a job that offered a lot of emotional and orgasmic benefits...
The Orientation Room at the No.7 Women's Jail was where newly-arrived rich girl prisoners were first introduced to the ways things worked here. The guards knew that it would be difficult for these spoilt young ladies to adjust to their lowly status in life; so it was the guards' duty to take upon themselves to help show their new wards the proper codes of conduct and attitude. Yes, sometimes the guards suffered from weariness in the arms from having to do all that flailing with the straps, paddles and canes - but it all was worth it in the end. A weeping, begging young prisoner was much more ready to accept the orders and demands made upon her without hesitation.
It was usually a matter of only a couple of days and nights of strict attentions and delectable punishments in Orientation being needed to prepare the new inmates for their new lifestyles back in the regular cellblocks. Back where the dyke guards and hardened dyke prisoners eagerly awaited them...
The sounds never escaped from the thick, sound-proof walls of the Orientation Room at Jail No. 7. So no one outside could hear Madeline's loud screams as Guard Bertha and Guard Monica took their time whipping her with their well-used leather straps. If Madeline had been privileged snot before, she certainly was being transformed now. Bertha was loving how Madeline's sore body, jerked and spasmed from every impact of her strap and Monica enjoyed the sounds of Madeline's shrill but beautiful voice as she begged them both for mercy. But it would be many more hours of agony at the guards' hands before Madeline would be shown mercy and be allowed to show her devotion to the new ways of doing things.
“That’s it girl, that's the way to yell," Guard Bertha urged as she continued to apply a strong strapping to Madeline's young body. “Ol’ Bertha just loves her gals cryin' and beggin’! Shows she's appreciates what I'm doin’! Beg, girl! Beg to get down on yo' knees and lick Guard Monica's asshole! See your friends over there? See how she's lovin’ eating ass? Beg, bitch!"
When a new prisoner was judged ready, she was then assigned to the regular cellblocks. There, she would be allowed to demonstrate her reverence to the new ways things were done. Orientation was usually very effective in making sure that she would be accepting and compliant and the guards and regular prisoners would put her to the test right away.
Madeline was one of the more attractive inmates to be introduced into the cellblock in quite some time and it showed in the rapt attention that she was given within minutes of her arrival. The female guards surrounded her, each eager to have her turn getting acquainted with Madeline, to see just how good she could be. And over the hours and night, Madeline would have plenty of time to show how good she could be.
Guard Sharona fingered herself wetly as she knelt to let new inmate Madeline kiss an offered hand. “Ummm, you some sweet kinda gal, ain't you? Knows right away how to show respect. You sincere, girl? If you is, me and the other gals here is gonna make sure that you gonna being taken care of. Yeah, take care of you real good..."
In rare cases, a new inmate was spared the rigors of Orientation. In this particular case, Julie was going to be taken directly back to the special Isolation Block of the prison. Julie Harrison was the pretty and very coddled daughter of the late and just-murdered Judge Harrison. The Judge had been a ruthless and powerful force on the bench, known for his harsh sentencing - especially of black and minority defendants, whether guilty or not. But in these times, the Judge hadn't had the power to prevent the revenge-minded raiding party from invading his home and putting a bullet in his head. Daughter Julie had been delivered to the local women’s' jail where it was expected that she would serve many years, if she was even released at all.
Luckily for Julie, one of the biggest and most ranking female guards was Miss Maple. Miss Maple, the Harrison's former housemaid. Big, black and tough, Miss Maple was a natural fit as a jail guard. Her body might have been fat and jelly-like, but her strength was not to be denied. No other guard or prisoner would dare go up against Guard Maple; not if they valued their health, they wouldn't. So when Miss Maple spied Julie Harrison and said, "Leave this one to me, I is gonna personally take care of her," no one challenged... Not a word.
Miss Maple had always liked Julie, even while hating the girl's father. She knew that Julie was so tender and fragile - not one for Orientation and the hard dykes back in the regular cellblocks. She needed to be given the personal attention that only Miss Maple could provide. She needed to be taught how to use her tongue to lick Miss Maple's needy cunt; she would have to slide her head beneath Miss Maple's hefty, hanging belly to get there, but she'd be able to find it just fine. Miss Maple would be patient as she instructed Julie how to burrow her face between Miss Maple's huge buttocks in order to fit that sweet tongue deep inside Miss Maple's puckered anus and slurp the dark funkiness there. Julie would not resist too much, Miss Maple knew that. No need to spoil the girl's flawless, white body with red welts. Just some old fashioned spanking. Yes, there would be plenty of spanking, mostly later. Every sweet girl needed a strong spanking every now and then. But for Miss Maple, that would come naturally as something that Julie would submit to for Miss Maple's Pleasure, not for punishment....
“This here's one of the Isolation Cells, " Miss Maple told Julie as she escorted her young prisoner into the room. Miss Maple held Julie tight against her fat, strong body.
“Now, don't you worry, child, yo' Missy Maple gonna take care of you. And I gonna shows you how to take care of me. Ain't no other persons gonna touch you. You Miss Maples personal bitch now. I own you. So why don't we lay down on that cot over there so I can gets started giving you yo' first lesson, huh? We is gonna take our time, gal. Miss Maple is gonna be visiting you plenty..."
Size does matter in a women’s' prison. Guard Rankin was a hefty 300+ pounder who waddled around the prison halls like a giant whale out of water. Ugly, repulsive and socially outcast most of her life, Rankin had finally found a place in life as a guard at Women’s' Jail No. 74. Here, she found a place where not even the prettiest of female inmates could resist her advances or deny her the pleasures she demanded for them. Rankin especially sought out the inmates from the former upper class. It added so much to her pleasure and sexual gratification to degrade one of those sheltered nellies by making them service her frequently unwashed and smelly pussy until her big body quaked with orgasms and slurped up the rancid juices that flowed out. Guard Rankin never seemed to get enough; sometimes she cummed as much as a dozen times in one day's time. The attractive prisoners that Rankin sought out could only cringe when she approached and cornered them, but they had no choice other than to submit their mouths to her sloppy, bad-breath kisses and submit their tongues to the servicing of her Quite a nice life for someone who previously had given up any hopes of having her female need met. Now she awoke each morning looking forward to the joys that awaited her.
Being so huge, it was only natural that Guard Rankin frequently needed more than one pretty inmate at a time working their tongues under her sagging bellyfat. So much room under there. So much more two tongues could do at once. The other guards always crowded around to watch the sight of two or more female prisoners working their mouths wetly under Guard Rankin's hanging heaps of fat and the way the obese guard groaned heavily as those tongues found the right spots...
The huge, floppy Guard Rankin was thrilled to introduce herself to the two new prisoners just brought into the cellblock. A pair of delectable 18 year-old bitches from upper-class families. Yummy.
“Get under there, you sweeties. See my big ol' pussy? Both of ya, get to work!" Rankin commanded as she started positioning her gross fatness over the girls' heads. The two prisoners were disgusted at the sights of Guard Rankin's undersides; the rashes and pimpled molting skin that surrounded her sloppy, leaking cunt.. Their noses recoiled at the sour scents that emitted from her pulsing pussy and dirty, demanding asshole. But they could only obey....
There was nothing more satisfying than the delivery of another rich bitch to be sampled and used. Especially when she was a scrumptious little 18 year-old morsel like Sharon. Petite but solid and well-formed, the blond-haired Sharon make the cocks swell and the pussies moisten when she was ushered, naked, into the living room of the ramshackle house of Terrell and his motley assortment of friends. Terrell, a mid-level thug and criminal who scratched out a meager living doing robberies and kidnappings, was all too happy to have a pretty white slave to use as a diversion from the normal everyday struggles of survival. And his friends shared his feelings.
"Damn, Terrell, I knew that something good would come from puttin' up with you," chuckled the tall black prostitute Lily. "Havin' a nice piece of tail like this one makes havin' to listen to your bad jokes and drink your cheap wine worth it all!"
"Fuck you!" Terrell pushed his way to the front of the group, taking in the sight of Sharon and what she had to offer. "Where'd you find this one, LeRoy? She's a damn sight better than any them other gals you been able to get."
"Got her from a car that tried to run the roadblock we put up this mornin'. Stupid shit father of hers almost run over me before I put a bullet between his eyes. Had three daughters with him. I picked this one; the boys took the other two down to the stockyards to sell 'em to the pimps. They'll bring a good price. But I just had to keep this one! Tight pussy on her; good fuckin'."
Terrell's eyes were wide and his cock at full-mast. "Hey man, we can do a deal on this one! What you want? Got some good dope and got a real nice car in the back that I jacked last night. Wanna trade?"
"Hey, LeRoy" another prostitute guest chimed in. "I gots me some cash hid away. I'll buy this cunt! How much money you want for her?"
here was quite a commotion as the group of women and men started to jostle and make their different offers for the lovely slave Sharon that LeRoy had brought to the house. For Sharon, no matter who eventually ended up with her, life would be nothing but humiliation and degradation from now on....
Once a slavegirl was captured, she had to learn how to show respect and proper manners . No longer a member of a class that was used to having it's way in all things and no longer able to lord it over the poor and less fortunate, a rich girl usually needed a short but severe lesson in humility and obedience. Her captors were only too happy to apply the necessary punishments and abusive treatment that would shock her out of her stubbornness. Such was the case with ex-debutante Mandy. Only a few years ago, before the great collapse, Mandy was the typical daughter of a high-society family. That seemed as if that was almost a lifetime ago to Mandy now. This new life had began for her a week ago when that grubby, unkept group of armed men broke into her family's estate home, killing both of her parents and taking her with them when they left. Mandy's screams for help did not help her; no one dared come to her aid.
All of Mandy's resistance had been quickly beaten and whipped out of her and now it was time to begin the process of her attitude adjustment and training. Mandy was such a beautiful young lady. A young lady with so much promise as a slave. She had merely to be taught - and her new owner, a pimp named Marcus, was good at teaching.....
Mandy stretched her mouth wider to fit around the girth of the pimp's heavily-veined cock as he slowly worked it's hard inches deeper down her throat. The big pimp grunted in his approval of Mandy being able to take more of his shaft in her mouth without gagging as she had the first couple of times.
"Yeah-h-h-h, baby, keep dat mouth workin'........Yeah....work it slow, let dat dick touch the back of yo' throat. Keep on doin' so good an' you is gonna be able to take the entire thing down yo' gullet in a while. Yeah, now hold still while I fucks yo' mouth, okay? I likes how you swallows my cum....makes yo' mo' an' mo' a whore every time.."
Speaking of attitude, the rich girl Natalie, had a lot of attitude - the wrong kind for a new slave just purchased and destined for work in the Diaz brothel located in the Mexican part of town. Natalie was proud and defiant, even after enduring four days and nights of the most intense brand of whipping from the canes and straps applied by Laura and Marcia Diaz. Natalie refused to let herself be used as a common whore. The idea of having her pussy and ass used by dozens and dozens of dirty, swarthy-skinned foreigners was something that Natalie just couldn't fathom. After all, she was the product of superior breeding; her family had a century-old tradition of riches and achievement and had long occupied the highest rungs of society. And now, here she was, the property of people whom she had been raised to think of as inferior and less worthy. It was too much for her to accept.
But Marcia and Laura Diaz were two hard, tough women who knew how to get difficult girls to accept their new positions in life. Both were ex-street prostitutes who had used their wiles and vicious natures to advance themselves to the more profitable businesses running drugs and a string of whorehouses catering to the low-class workers and street people who populated the seedy areas in which they lived. Quite a few competing pimps and neighborhood thugs had tried to take over the Diazs' operations, only to find themselves with their throats cut or floating face-down in the river. Those were rough, tough people - a lot tougher than Natalie. Compared to them, she was not much of a challenge.
Laura Diaz particularly enjoyed the challenge that Natalie presented. Leaving her sister to deal with the other newly acquired slavegirls, Ms. Diaz took it upon herself to break Natalie down and re-shape her into the most lowly and subservient whore of whores. And she had so much fun doing it....
It was only a few hours ago that slave Natalie had declared to her captors that they would never make her into one of their low-class whores; that she would never willingly let herself be forced to spend the rest of her life as a fuck-whore in the brothel of Laura and Marcia Diaz. Yes, that was only a few hours ago.... How time flies.....
Now Natalie was begging to be allowed to serve Laura. Begging. " Oh, God-d-d-d! Please! No-o-o-o! Aaaaaaaiiiieeee!" Natalie screamed at the top of her voice.
" Oh, bonita.....Baby - girl, you so sweet," Laura Diaz murmured softly, her moist lips against Natalie's ear as she once again pressed the tip of her burning cigarette against her slave's agonized nipple. " Ummmmmm....It must hurt so much, Si? I stop burning your pretty tits for a while if you lay down and let me shit in your mouth. You want to eat my shit, don't you? "
Some of the formerly-rich female who were snared and forced into slavery were now getting the chance to redeem themselves by serving to help the new revolutionary government that was now coming into being.... The new government's chief mission was the production of food to feed the many millions of it's hungry citizens. The slaves would lend their bodies to the effort; they would be the pale bodies twitching beneath the urgent cocks of the many agricultural farm workers inside the "sex shacks" set up at the edge of the countless produce fields and cattle farms around the country. A worker assured of sex was a happier worker, the theory went.....
Manuel was one of the overseers of fieldworkers on the large vegetable farm cooperative that dominated the area. Manuel worked hard making sure that his hard-working men were kept happy. Therefore he took it upon himself to personally inspect and try out each new fuck-whore who was shipped to his location. He had been inspecting and putting his leather crop to the latest arrival, Julie, for some minutes. Nothing like a good whipping to get a new puta's attention - and he definitely had Julie's full attention... Manuel was pleased with how Julie's pussy fit so snugly around his cock as he tested her reactions to his to-the-hilt slam-fucking. Almost made him cum early - something Manuel didn't want to do right then. Manuel always liked to spew his sperm in a much tighter place....
"Be still!," Manuel snapped at Julie as he braced her in the proper position for what he had in mind. Her aching shoulders scraping against the rough concrete wall, Julie could only obey as her Master moved in to do what he had in mind.
It was clear to Julie what Manuel had in mind when he placed the head of his long, throbbing dick against the rosebud of her exposed anus.
"Uhhhhhh...," Julie groaned in pain as Manuel began rudely pressing his hard meat into her rectum.
"Ohhhhh.....puta...Ugggghhhh". Manuel thrilled to how good it felt - for him - as he drove himself in to the hilt, then began to drive Julie crazy with agony as he to pound her poor asshole without mercy.
Some of the independent farmers - those granted permission to cultivate small acres of cropland and animal operations - also greatly appreciated the chance to fuck a nice piece of slavegirl pussy and ass when taking a break from the ordeals of their often back-breaking work. Nothing better to spruce up the lunch hour than being able to deeply fuck and empty one's load in the submissive hole of an available fuck-whore who was there just for that purpose. A girl who could not say 'no' or resist when rolled over and used hard in any way that the farmer wanted.
Hector Gonzoles worked a small plot of land with his two sisters. Together they managed to produce enough corn crops to maintain a reasonable living. It was hard work and they started at dawn and quit at dusk. Hector, being the oldest and leader of the siblings, had made the decision to make use of an imported slavegirl to serve the family as a fuck-whore; especially in light of the fact that these slaves were provided free of charge by a government intent on keeping it's food producers happy.
The pretty ex-business executive named Annette was 25, a bit older than Hector would have preferred but she had quite a nice body. Well-formed and strong enough to withstand the rough kind of love that Hector liked to give. He was a lean but muscled man who worked hard and fucked hard - real hard. His two sisters might be somewhat mild with Annette during the nighttime demands that they made of her available tongue; as long as Annette obediently ate their pussies and assed, they were content with her.
Hector, on the other hand, was uncaring and crude in the way he pile-drived Annette with a cock that seemed to never go soft. Each day, Annette was kept bound on a filthy mattress in the back of the old farm truck that Hector kept parked near him while working the fields. And each day he never failed to take his work-breaks by climbing into the back of the truck and spending some time riding her so strenuously that she was often a crying lump of spent flesh when he finished with her.
"Oh, look! Hector's on top our Gringa again, " one of his sisters giggled as they peaked in on the action.
"Si," the other sister answered. "The poor girl, our brother really likes to fuck her a lot. Don't know if I could take a man fucking me the way Hector fucks her. So brutal!"
Hector didn't hear them talking. He had first put the slavegirl Annette on her back, putting his dick to her cunt in his hard way. Then when he felt the urge, he had turned her over on her stomach and was now harshly plowing Annette's sore ass. Annette started to whimper - she knew that Hector would be fucking her in the ass for a long time. He liked ramming her to the balls and making her endure the overwhelming pain of his rough assaults until he finally - finally - slammed that one last time and would shudder as he shoot a gusher of hot cum deep up her asshole.
When their home country imploded, the Harrigan sisters, Victoria and Janet, were touring the countryside of one of the Eastern European Republics. All of a sudden their money was useless and their welcome was no longer the case. The native population here in their host country were all affected by the troubles in the West and quite a few of them quickly developed a deep resentment of those rich Westerners who had let things get so much out of control. Life was normally hard in this region, but now it was getting worse by the day.
It was not a good time for two Western students - especially two attractive female students - to be stranded here deep in the rural backcountry.
Without the use of funds, Janet and Victoria were unable to secure any sort of transportation back to the capital city were their embassy was located. And their lack of acceptable monies also meant that they were routinely refused shelter at any of the local motels or rooming houses. Forced to sleep outside during the brisk Eastern European nights and managing to survive only by stealing bits of food from unguarded farms, it was a daunting task for the two girls just to exist over the first week or so.
It was then that they made the mistake of getting caught while trying to snatch a couple of potatoes from one of the fields owned by the Vranjani family. The Vranjanis were hard-working, hard-bitten simple country folk; not the kind of people who took lightly to having their property invaded and stolen. There was very little law enforcement way out here. People usually insisted on imposing their own style of justice - and Victoria and Janet would quickly learn how the Vranjanis' sense of justice would play out.
The Vranjani family decided that these two foreign girls needed to be taught how to work hard and also to be introduced to the ways of servile and usefulness. During the days, Janet and Victoria were forced to help plow the fields and to hand-pick grapes, apples and potatoes. At nights, they were put to work pleasing the carnal desires of their captors.
It was morning and time for the two Western captives to be taken out to work in the Vranjani family's vegetable and fruit fields. But first, there was nothing wrong in having these sweet bitches start the day off right. Janet and Victoria knew the drill: First use their pretty mouths to suck the Vranjani man off nicely and swallow their loads. Then perhaps the Vranjani women would come into the barn in order that these slavegirls have the chance to please the women’s' eager pussies.
What these poor rich girl captives should have realized was that through their submission and subjugation, they were helping the country on its long and difficult journey to economic recovery and stability. By their forced work in the various bordellos and whorehouses, they were also helping their many customers relieve themselves of the pent-up tensions that were a result of the overwhelmingly depressed environment in which they found themselves.
Dora was another one of these helpful slaves. Pretty and petite, this 18 year-old hailing from a once-powerful and influential business family, was now almost ready to begin receiving clients for Estelle and Harriet's new inner-city whorehouse. The two aspiring madams had already decided to advertise Dora's upper-class background as an additional attraction. A lot their projected ghetto customers would really enjoy the opportunity to rudely fuck, then empty their balls an elitist gal. The only problem would be making sure that Dora's pussy and ass didn't get used up too quickly. “A lot of them boys got some real big dicks on 'em, so we gots to keep it down to maybe three or four hours a day with her. Don't wants this bitch so fucked up she ain't able to move or walk," Estelle cautioned.
Harriet nodded her big black head, agreeing. “Yep, let's keep it at three hours. And make 'em pay twice the price of our regular gals. They'll pay it. And if we save up a little bit, let's buy us a couple more of these rich girls. Maybe build up a special stable of 'em. Earn us a lotta money."
They had been giving Dora her lessons the past couple of hours. Amazing how quickly the white girl wilted under their repeated paddling sessions. Her plaintive cries and pleadings touched the two hard black madams, making their wet and anxious to put her to work pleasing their pussies - but it wasn't the right time yet. Now was the time......
Harriet sighed as Dora obediently began suckling her dark breast as ordered. This white gal was doing a nice job for someone so inexperienced, sending thrills that started at Harriet's nipple and ending down at her swelling ebony clit.
"Oh, honey-child, you just keep doin' what you doin' and pretty soon you gonna have my 'ol cunt all soaked and ready for ya. Now move over to my other tit. Makin' me feel good, girl. You keep makin' me feel good, then you can do the same to my homie Estelle here.
"Ohhhh, you gots me beginnin' to tremble, baby. You gonna find you gonna like pleasin' us the way we want. No need to keep on paddlin' ya if you can keep us cummin' all night.”
Marcie and her cousin Sharon were in the midst of their long-anticipated vacation to the Midastern countries when the economic and social collapse of the West happened. Suddenly their money was practically worthless. The hotels here would no longer accept American or Euro dollars. The Western airlines were not flying in or out of the countries that the two travelers were visiting. They had no food, no way to contact anyone back home. Things were desperate. Marcie and Sharon were actually reduced to begging for food, shelter and water in order to survive. Then Mr. Shabu came along....
Mr. Shabu looked rather menacing and shady, but he seemed sincere when he said, “You poor dears, I feel so sorry for you. I must warn you that it is very dangerous for two young American girls like you to be staying out here on the streets! My home is near here. It's not a very tidy place by your American standards, but it is safe. There are a couple of beds for you to rest your weary bodies. And my wife cooks a decent meal. You both are free to be our guests if you wish it...."
The two Western females quickly conferred and despite some misgivings, they agreed to accept Mr. Shabu's offer. After all, did they really have a choice?
But Marcie's and Sharon's choice turned out to be a nightmare. Mr. Shabu had lied. Mr. Shabu and his wife turned out to be the unscrupulous operators of a run-down whorehouse. The two Western girls would be now be forced to whore for the rest of their lives. But first there was the pain and humiliation of the repeated rapes, forced sex and repeated whippings by Mr. Shabu, his wife and the small group of Arab whores who inhabited the prison-like brothel in which they were kept.
Mr. Shabu's features strained as the Western bitch Sharon used her tight lips to massage his thick dick to another orgasm. He liked how these two American prisoners learned so quickly, learned to please.... He would put them to work servicing customers in a few days, but right now it was so good to spend all this time fucking them, using them, in any way he wanted.
"Uhhhhhh....," Mr. Shabu grunted as Sharon continued sucking the cum up from his balls.
From behind Mr. Shabu's wife and one of their whores waited for their turn. They knew that Shabu would need at least an hour or so to recuperate and be ready to have another go at his two prisoners. In the meanwhile, there was much these two American girls could be made to do....
English student Bernice's vacation to the South American rainforests would turn out to be permanent - and fatal. With no funds and no way to find her way back home, Bernice had also made the mistake of listening to the wrong offer from the wrong person and as a result, was now a helpless and frightened captive. Life for Bernice was now a small, isolated shack located far within the sweltering jungle; a place where no one knew she was and no one could hear her cries and screams.
Bernice's screams were loud but no one would come to rescue her. But there would be many, many people who would eventually see her screaming. See her screaming
On their video screens and would thrill to them. And be thrilled as they watched what things were done to Bernice to make her scream. Bernice had been snatched by the shady people who made the torture-snuff videos of "Filmus Fatalos". For those deviant fans of such 'entertainment', the action of "Filmus Fatalos" was well worth the astronomical cost of buying them. Millions of dollars were paid by those who liked nothing better than watching real innocent attractive women being tortured to death.
Bernice's agony was being slowly and lovingly inflicted by the masked older woman known only as "Medusa". Medusa was so adept at her work and it was clear that she loved doing it.....
"Oh, don't be that way, pretty girl," Mistress Medusa whispered as she applied yet another short burst from the small torch. Bernice let out yet another scream at the top of her voice as the small flame burned into her flesh.
“I like your beautiful voice. I just know all the people who will see this will like it too. It's too bad that I have to ruin such lovely skin - but don't worry - in a couple of hours, I'm gonna peel it all off of you in one piece...."
At first glance, it would seem that the two American Gringas would be so thankful to be rescued from the clutches of the bandits who had kidnapped them. After all, this was Latin America and these pale foreign gals would bring good money if sold to one of the brothels or even an eager military officer who might keep them as his lifetime pets. Yes, Sara and Amanda should have been extremely happy and relieved when one of the village most senior and revered female leaders stepped forward to demand that the two girls be released to her care. The bandits, all citizens of the village, did not dare refuse Senora Myran's request. Reluctantly, and for a few coins for their trouble, the muttering criminals turned over Amanda and Sara to the Senora.
It was not that the Senora disapproved of the capture of two pretty Gringas - it was only the case of the Senora simply wanting them for herself and her female relatives.
“I’m tired of the men having all the damn fun!" Senora Myran had said more than once. “We womenfolk work hard here and we deserve to have our needs taken care of too."
And if the American girls expected that their treatment would be gentler at the hands of their new female bosses, they were so very, very, wrong. This was the Third World, not some cozy Western country. Lorna and Sara might be the property of other women - but they were still property.
“Come here, girl. You've learned so fast how to make me tingle with that sweet mouth of yours," Senora Myran cooed as she shifted herself to better present her wetted cunt to Sara's mouth. “Lick me again, dear. Come and make this old pussy feel good like you did last time."
Sara struggled to hold her tears as she moved her face into position. There was no longer any thought of resisting; the Senora's friends already very quick to punish even the slightest sign of hesitation.
Senora Myran, ever so wise in the ways of village politics, started to use one of her Gringa slaves as convenient chattel. Keeping the slave named Sara for herself and friends, the Senora made Amanda available as trade in return for supplies of food, building materials, etc. Amanda's compact, well-proportioned body and blond hair made her practically irresistible to many of the horny men with whom the Senora did business. Favors were earned and repaid, arguments and disagreements lessened and settled; Amanda's holes served and serviced many uses.... Last night it was the ugly, heavyset Indian woman who used Amanda as repayment for a bushel of delicious fruits. The woman was unwashed and stank, but Amanda had no choice but to lick, suck and slurp in every one of the rotund bitch's foul crevices so many times throughout a very long night. The day before that, Amanda was given to Senior Bernes and his sons; so much of the most painful and humiliating fucking; treated like an animal....
Today Senor Guzman, that rather stingy construction manager from the larger village just down the road, was being given the day with Amanda in return for a wagon-load of building supplies that Senora Myran's village desperately needed to finish the building of the much-needed food storehouse. Guzman was only too glad to accept the trade. He hadn't had the chance to fuck one of these exotic Gringas before....
Senor Guzman liked it that Amanda's pussy was so snug and tight around his cock. Guzman was proud of the size of his cock and how long he could fuck with it before cumming. He was giving it to Amanda hard, but this was only the beginning; it would be almost an hour before he was through with her the first time. The second time, Amanda would be flipped over so that Senor Guzman could assault her asshole. He liked to hear the girls cry as he punished them with his crude style of fucking. He would make sure that before long, Amanda would be crying loud and hard....
“C’mon, chica, tell Senor Guzman you’re likin’ it… You’ve never been fucked like that before, uh?”
In the distorted present world, in this dreary and depressed part of South America, there were some rare times of pleasure that served to make life a little more bearable for some of the people there. One of these bright spots was provided by a sweet, thoroughly broken-in American slave named Amanda. It was rumored that Amanda had been a tourist who was stranded here when the American economy went belly-up. It was known that she had been sold by some villagers last week. Sold to Mr. Tomas, the shady dealer of female flesh who made his living here in the squalid, festering jungle city of Pucha. Pucha had many such men as Senor Tomas, but most of them weren't as careful and discerning as he. He bought and sold only the more attractive or unusual girls. Girls like Amanda.
American slaves were rare down here. There were plenty of imported Asian slavegirls; so many of them that the novelty had long since worn off. But white gals didn't show up here often, so they were especially appreciated and sought after. Within hours after bringing Amanda back to his shoddy headquarters and spending a little time trying her out for himself, Senor Tomas spread the word about the new American slave for sale. Of course, the interest was keen and immediate. It would be a quick sale.
The people who crowded around to inspect Amanda were not the ordinary flesh-buyers who populated Pucha. These people bought slaves to be used as permanent house slaves, sexslaves or painslaves. Unlike the villagers who first captured her, these people had access to the funds to purchase Amanda, body and soul. Each one had a particular interest in Amanda and each was intently gauging, judging her. Feeling and pinching her. Deciding whether she was what they wanted at home or in their cages or hidden rooms...There was no price stated on Amanda's intro card. The bidding for her would be muted, private and discreet.
Whenever one of the rich enclaves were invaded or overrun, it's more attractive women were always singled out to be taken as human chattel; slaves to be used for the pleasure of their captors or/and to be traded or sold at one of the many slavery houses that thrived in the poor sections. Of course, it was the females 18 - 22 years of age who were the most sought-after by the lusting prurients who regularly made up the crowds at the slave auctions. And the more innocent or virginal - looking the slave, the more she was in demand.
There were many uses for these sweet-looking slavegirls. Some were wanted to serve as special meat in the whorehouses, bringing a higher price than the regular whores; others were desired as personal sexslaves, servicing the special needs of their Masters and Mistresses. Whatever cravings that these unfortunate girls were destined to satisfy, it was clear that their bodies would never be able to endure for very long; The poor, both men and women, had a lot of pent-up resentment and anger toward previous elites who had made their lives so miserable - and they enjoyed nothing better than exacting their rage upon the captive daughters of the rich.
Among the slavetraders, Ms. Ventura had chosen her clientele carefully. No clamorous, noisy auction blocks for her. Ms. Ventura first spent a few weeks training her new captives, making sure that they learned the duties that would make them the excellent slaves that her clients had come to expect from her. Her prices were a bit steeper than the regular slave auctioneers, but when you purchased a slavegirl from Ms Ventura, you knew that you were getting an already broken-in and thoroughly trained piece of quality pussy...
REBECCA GETS TRAINED: Rebecca, a murdered industrialist's daughter was in her second day as a slave under Ms. Ventura's control. The girl, Ms. Ventura thought, would bring in a pretty bounty with her blond good looks and firm body. Just a matter of the right direction and guidance to get her prepared for her new life...
“Now Estella here is going to keep you for the night," Ms. Ventura gently informed Rebecca as she firmly tied the slave's hands together. “You already know how good she is with her whip… I want you to be as good with her as you were with me last night, understand? I don't want to hear that you failed to pleasure her. Estelle's fair, so she'll let you eat and lick all her holes just like you did mine before whipping you. The severity of the whipping will be according to your performance between her legs… understood?”
The Thurston Street Whorehouse was an unique business in that it was owned and operated by the whores themselves. Each of them shared in the receipts of each day's work and also pooled their monies for any necessary expenses needed to keep their whorehouse going.
They may have been a collection of motel, aging whores and street prostitutes, but their many years of hard experiences had given them a good sense of what worked and what didn't. For instance, they didn't hesitate to pay a bit extra for the biggest and toughest guards to keep them safe and their blue-collar clientele under tight watch. No rowdy, out-of-control, refusal-to-pay louts at the Thurston Whorehouse; everything ran smoothly and the money was decent.
Another thing that the whores had decided on was that, after so much hard, sweaty work put pleasing these untold numbers of randy customers each day, they really deserved some much-need pleasures of their own. After meeting on the subject one day, it was agreed that what these hardened, dirty whores needed was a couple of live-in slavegirls to keep them happy and their spirits up. So it was that the sweet-looking Rebecca was purchased from Ms. Ventura's slave stable just down the street.
THE WHORES MEET REBECCA: It was nearly midnight when the whores shooed away the last of their satisfied customers and closed down the operation for the night. Now it was time to see if Ms. Ventura's reputation for selling the best slavegirls was justified. Having won the final card-draw, Angelique would have first rights to slave Rebecca's services before all the other whores would have their turn.
Angelique was wet and feeling particularly lewd and lascivious as the slavegirl was brought to her. "MMmmm, there you are! I'm ready, you little bitch! I'm really ready! C'mere, baby," the whore said as she fingered her own asshole in her anticipation for Rebecca. She licked away the slave's tears with her slimy tongue.
“Oh those sweet tears, don't cry, darlin'. You'll get used to it. I promise. It’s just 40 of us tonight...”
Capt. Shala was not a rich man. As the captain of run-down cargo ship that ran regular routes between the U.S. mainland and Asia, it had taken him nearly three years to save up the money needed to buy this cute little 19 year-old slavegirl named Denise. The bidding at the auction house had been so frenzied that Shala had begun to wonder if he was going to have to leave the place empty-handed . But halfway through the many offerings brought up to the block for sale, he had finally lucked out, barely beating out another bidder for the ownership of the lovely, frightened Denise.
Denise had begged and pleaded for Shala to let her go. Such silly crying and tears; Shala had quickly put a stop to her pitiful begging with a few hard slaps from his heavy hands. Back on the old ship, the Captain utilized his trusty belt to further quiet down his pretty slave. Then a few sessions to the most delicious sex: rough and hard, just the way Captain Shala preferred. He was a crude man from a crude background and the sooner that Denise learned to give it to him like he wanted; the better it would be for her.
Denise had been raised in an upper-class, sheltered family before the big depression and social upheavals occurred. The family had managed to survive together for a while - before the raiders came. Father had been killed right off; Mother had been forced to 'entertain' one invader after another on the living room floor before being dragged off to be sold to one of the notorious s&m houses.
Denise was now the property of this big, burly owner. He had forced her to swallow a batch of pills, saying " I am going to fuck you so very much. Don't want you pregnant yet!"
THE CAPT. GETS READY TO FUCK HIS SLAVE AGAIN. Captain Shala pressed his bulk down against Denise, preparing to ride her again. He was a big man with a big cock. He put Denise's hand on his cock, grunting in appreciation as the slave obediently began to massage it with her fingers, making it grow in length and girth.
"Ahhhh, yes. You want more, yes? You want me to fuck you more, I know. You gonna get it hard and deep, the way you like it, little whore"
"Please! No! I'm so sore inside! Please...!"
The Captain pressed her back against the dingy pillow, getting her in position. His huge member forcing it's way into her aching pussy.
"Ughhhh....so tight, still so tight. Spread your legs wider...."
Lisa had been able to avoid being captured by the slavers who had raided her family's barricaded mansion. She had been able to hide, forcing herself to be silent as she watched her father and brothers murdered and her older sisters raped then led away to be sold. She had managed to flee into the countryside, hiding by day and traveling by night.
She had finally come across the isolated farmstead after almost a week of furtive hiking. Although the property appeared to be somewhat run-down, there was a family living there. After observing them and their activities during the day, she decided that these were poor farmers, not part of those urban mobs and pillagers who had caused so much havoc and chaos. Famers were decent hard-working people, Lisa thought to herself. If there was anyone likely to offer her help and shelter, it would be these rural dwellers.
The family was the Duncans. And they were glad to see Lisa. Especially Luke Duncan, the head of them all. Luke had greeted her kindly - before dragging her into the back yard and cruelly using her for almost an hour before binding her hands and feet.
"Looks like we done got ourselves a piece of rich-gal pussy to keep all for ourselves," Luke informed his two sisters when they returned from the fields.
"Well, I don't minds having her tongue up my ass sometimes - I made a couple of little gals do that for me whens I was in the lock-up. But she still gonna have to do some work around the house," one sister said.
“Some of the work? Hell, gal, she's gonna be doin' all the work! Then she can takes care of what we wants at night!"
THE FARMERS' OWN LITTLE BITCH: The Duncans were happy with Lisa. Very happy. Not too many destitute farm families had their own pretty slavebitch who worked the fields and did all the housework during the day and then used her cute mouth and tight holes to keep them happy at night. Yep, Luke and his two sisters were certainly pleased as hell with the way things were working out with Lisa.
“Damn, this city bitch sure did learn fast," groaned Luke as the slave's pretty lips began to milk another load of cum from his schlong. " Didn't take more than a little bit of whippin' with that old hickory stick to get her seein' things the right way!
The richer they are, the harder they fall. Meredith Stevenson had fallen a lot since she served as the youngest member of the old and now defunct American Congress. At the time, her family's money and vast connections had caused some newspapers and media concerns to label Meredith as one of the "Up and comers"; saying that she was practically guaranteed to be considered as a Presidential candidate in the near future. But things had changed so much since then, and not in the way that Meredith could have possibly imagined.
Ms. Stevenson, so sure of herself, her social and political skills, had volunteered to be the one to approach the leaders who now represented
the hordes of the poor in order to see if there was some sort of agreement or power-sharing arrangement that might tend this terrible ongoing conflict. But the clueless Meredith had failed to realize the depth of the resentment that the poor had against the once-rich and once-powerful.
She had arranged to drive past the armed barricades and on to the destination where she had been told she could meet with the representatives for the other side. It was quite a surprise for Meredith as she was stopped at the barricade and dragged out of the car.
Instead of the political show that she had expected to initiate, Meredith Stevenson had been stripped naked by the laughing guards before being taken to the wooden shack to served as their guard post. There Miss Stevenson was also stripped of her remaining dignity as she was put on her back and forced to spread her legs for the half-dozen cocks that fucked her while she cried and screamed.
HER TEARS MAKE HIS COCK HARD: Meredith was once proud and rich. Now she could only sob for mercy as one of her captors turned her tender, mistreated body over on her stomach. But her tears of shame and anguish only served to excite his cock into growing even bigger.
"No! Nooooo!“ Meredith screamed.
"Ummmm....," the nameless man grunted and licked her ear as his cockhead began probing for her anus. "Ahhhhh.....," he sounded as his shaft found and began pressing it's way into Meredith's protesting asshole.
"AAAaaiiiieee....!" Meredith was overcome with the pain as he began to brutally fuck her up the ass, setting his hard and fast rhythm. Teaching her what it meant to be used like a cheap whore.....
“Don’t you like it up there, bitch? A pity ‘cause I’m stuffed with Viagra and I’ll make this a very long, frisky ride….”
Big Louie wasn't about to spend rare money or trade for a bitch to be used as his slave. Louie was a man who believed in taking care of his own business. Why buy pussy when I can just go and find for myself, he thought. A man of action, a man of the tough, cruel streets even before the days of chaos happened, Big Louie took his time, scouting out and deciding upon his prey. By the time he had made his final choice, he had established her home routine and that of her family. He knew when 18 year-old Marcy went to bed and he knew that she mistakenly assumed that no one would be able climb up to her second -floor bedroom's open window .
Beautiful, tender and petite Marcy, the apple of her rich father's eye. White, blue-eyed blond Marcy - just the way big, black Louie liked 'em.......
Louie didn't take Marcy right away when he climbed silently into her bedroom. He didn't take her until after he had creped into her parents' bedroom and surprised Mom and Dad out of their sleep, making them be quiet at the threat of that big pistol of his. He had chuckled as he made Marcy's scared, good-lookin' mother tie and gag her husband. He had chuckled even more as he forced Marcy's dad to watch helplessly as he fucked the wife for over two hours. Louie made the whimpering woman kiss him and tell him how much better he was than her pitiful husband as he rode her naked in that marital bed. He rode her hard, slamming his nearly foot-long black cock up to the balls in her captive, married cunt before turning her over to make her moan in agony as he pile-drived her ass. It was so good to see the shame on Marcy mom's face as he pulled out of her asshole and ordered her to keep her mouth wide open as he jacked glob after glob of his heavy cum down her waiting throat. It felt so good to make her suck the remaining jism from his slime-covered dick with her pretty, rich mouth.
But best of all, Big Louie enjoyed binding and gagging the mother before whispering in her ear that he was going to take her precious daughter when he left their home. It was so pleasing to ravage her holes with his giant cock while she cried in her gag. "Move your hips, bitch," he ordered as he shot a thick stream of his semen deep inside her innards. He knew that he had just impregnated her with his black cum.
Marcy was still sleeping soundly in her bed when Louie awakened her and threatened her with his gun. He stripped her naked before binding her hands, arms and feet and carrying her from the house over his shoulder. Big Louie now had himself a wife....
Back his place in the ghetto, it was only a little matter of adjusting Marcy's view of the ways things were by applying a good dose of belt-whippin' between the sex sessions. Marcy was tighter than her mom; she had trouble taking Louie's oversized dick - but she didn't have a choice but to take it as Louie made her take it. Like her mother, Marcy cried but obeyed when he ordered her to buck and rotate her hips as he ended yet another plowing session by flooding her with his cum. Yes, petite Marcy would be a slave-wife that would be fucked at least three times every day and at least twice every night.
HIS OWN SLAVE-WIFE: Big Louie kinda liked the meal that his captured slave-wife had cooked for him. Being kidnapped from a rich family, Marcy hadn't had much experience in the kitchen, of course. But no matter, Louie would make sure that Marcy had more than enough experience with his big dick.
Cute, petite Marcy always cried as Louie's huge cock stretched her pussy as he forced it inside her. And she would cry and scream even more in agony as he began fuck her as only a big, strong brute like Louie could fuck her. Strong, virile Louie, who liked to fuck for hours...
"Now c'mon, girl! You can take it. You my woman now..."
The Assistant Warden
Assistant Warden Al Harding had lobbied to be made part of the administration staff that governed the huge South American Mursetta Womens' Penal Colony. After all, it was here that the daughters of the former upper class were sent as son as they reached eighteen years. At Mursetta, a place as large as some European countries, these unworthy young females would have the chance to redeem themselves for the social crimes of their parents. There, they would either redeem themselves or die.
Asst. Warden Harding would enjoy himself making sure that these bitches paid dearly for their evil ways - or that they would suffer and be debased for the rest of their lives. Harding looked forward to each new day. another new day of fucking and having his cock attended to by some of the most attractive of the million-plus beautiful young girls that were condemned to spend their lives there. Like Natasha.
Natasha's first day had been a horrible mix of being whipped, forced work and unwilling sex with a seemingly unending line of older lesbian prisoners. Her second day had begun with her catching of Warden Harding's jaundiced eye and a summons to his office. Then an order to her knees to get his dick hard with that pretty young mouth. Then it was an almost all-day fuck session; on the floor , the office couch and the desk.
Harding was virile and hung - and there was nothing he like better than abusing the pussy of a former industrialist's daughter....
"Yeahhhhh..... That's the way, bitch! Let it all inside ya!" Assistant Warden Harding held Natashain his tight grip, almost like a rag doll, as he started to pump his thick cum deep within her shallow cunt.
"Your father might have been a big-shot in the past - but inside this prison, it's me who's gonna be your 'Daddy' from now on........ Got so much more of my cum for ya, girl..... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The Female Guards Indulge
At Mursetta, the female guards ruled. Yes, the administrators and their cronies might have the final say over how things went and made the extra money on the side - but it was the female guards at the vast women's penal institution who oversaw the day-to-day activities and who knew everything and everybody. Recruited especially from the oversupply of sado-minded women from the depths of the former lower-class, these revenge-minded guards made sure that the young girls held in Marsetta would never forget that their place was thoroughly at the bottom of the Marsetta's social and sexual order.
And there was no better time to start the attitude-adjustment for those new prisoners than upon their arrival. They guards knew their girls: It took less than a couple of minutes to size up a new girl's personality and background - and to decide if that girl needed some special attention to get her mentally adjusted and properly prepared for her new life at Mursetta.
Paulina was new to the job, but it was noted that she had a natural talent for breaking in a new girl. The new girl, Blanche, only a few hours off the plane.
"Si, she is yours," smiled the Guard Supervisor. " I am busy with two pretty young gals and there is another prison plane due in late tonight. So this one is all yours for the rest of the night. I want you to break her, teach her, make her ready for the other guards. I think that she will be ideal to serve as a sex-slave in our brothel out back, don't you?
"So why don't you show me what you can do if you can give a prisoner a lot of attention. Maybe, if you're good at it, I'll assign you to choose and train all the slaves who will work our brothels in the region...."
"Now see how this pretty young thing needs you? She's so scared, her family is gone, she needs a strong hand to show her how to appreciate pain, Paulina. She's ready to be broken and needs to be taught how good it is to please us with her suffering. So I'll leave you two together here. Take your time with her, have her spend the night eating your pussy until she knows how to do it good. If you need direction, just watch how the other guards are handling their girls. They've been doing it for years."
Cecile's Last Chance
Cecile had always been difficult, even in the days before the revolution Cecile had been a person who frustrated her family and friends with her haughty and stubborn ways. Those traits had persisted in her even into Mursetta Prison. But unlike the pre-revolution days, the people who ran Murstta were not patient or forgiving. It didn't endear Cecile to the Assistant Warden when she at first refused to swallow his semen or impress the female guards when she made faces before going down to lick their cunts.
Nevertheless, it was such a shock when Cecile was notified that in the upcoming week, she would be taken out to the vast swamp that surrounded the cell compound in which she had been kept and then would be fed alive to the oversized crocodiles kept there for just that purpose. Feeding condemned prisoners to the Crocs indeed had become a daily tourist attraction at Mursetta; every day thousands of like-mined visitors paid to watch the bloody spectacles, cheering and jeering at the terrified screams of the condemned. Mursetta's many hotels enjoyed at least a third of their room booking to the "Sado Fans" who flew in from all parts or the world to savor the special prisoner death sports.
Cecile had begged for forgiveness, but her superiors were not going to be easily satisfied. "You will have one week to convince us that you will be more entertaining alive than dead," the Wardeness had informed her before Cecile had gotten to her knees to spend time licking the Wardeness' overworked pussy. It probably helped that Cecile didn't hesitate to eat out the Superior's puckered asshole upon command. But she knew that she had a lot of firther convincing to do....
"So this is the bitch who wants to live instead of being fed to the crocs!" The oldest female prisoner of the group, a murderess named Felicia, was not impressed, not at all.
"Yes, this is her," answered one of the prison administrators. "She seems sincere that she's changed her attitude. But she still has to prove it. I'm going to leave her with you ladies tonight. Here's a nice bamboo stick. You can whip her as hard as you want - but no permanent scars! You are to inform me if she fails to please any of you."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Madame!" Felicia was already hiking up her dress. " I'm sure she wants to do just fine!
"Open your mouth, girlie. I'm gonna let you eat my cunt - but first, I gotta full bladder and I need to piss really bad.......!"
Sgt. Diaz Wants Some More
Sgt. Diaz was one of only a few hundred male guards in the mostly-female Mursetta Prison System. Indeed, he was a lucky man. So many former upper-class girls who just turned 18 and who had been sentenced to the hellish Mursetta for nothing more than being the daughters of rich or influential families who had been declared as 'social criminals' - a valid charge in some cases, wildly untrue in others.....
Laura had not been anti-social, but her father had been and had been executed. It was a life/death sentence for Laura. She was a good girl in spite of her father. A decent, well-educated girl. A virgin.
Just the kind of girl Sgt. Diaz liked to fuck.
Laura had cried as Diaz grabbed her by the back of her neck and marched her roughly naked down the prison hallway and into his private quarters. She cried when he slapped her hard when she blurted out, "NOOOOOOOO!" as she pulled away from his embrace.
Laura cried in pain as Diaz spread her legs and slowly began fill her virgin cunt, inch by inch, with his 10 inches of cock.
"Shit, girl, you so tight....... Hmmmmm.... So tight......"
"Noooo.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It hurts! It hurts.....!"
"Si, si, it does......"
It was 40 minutes of rape on the floor before he slammed his cock against her up the balls and emptied his load in her.
Now it was late evening and Diaz returned to his cell where a cowed Laura waited. She saw the huge head of his dick swelling out of his unbuttoned pants.
She cringed as he pulled her to him for a long kiss.
"I'm gonna fuck you again, Laura. This time, you're gonna take my dick up your pretty ass. It's gonna thrill ya because it's gonna hurt and feel good at the same time. This gonna be all night.... I won't be in a hurry this time...."
"Please, Sir. Please don't. I don't think....."
Sgt. Diaz tongue filled her mouth, forcing her to stop trying to talk. One of his fingers dug into her butthole....
"Turn around, Laura girl. My dick's rock hard and it needs your ass.....!"
Kimberly the New Slave Wife
Kimberly Ryan, favored daughter of the executed politician Ed Ryan and his missing wife, Maria, had been sold by the female Warden of Mursetta in one of the many side deals that made the Mursetta Prison System so much of a profit-making venture. The Slave Wives Auction was popular with the big population of mine and agricultural workers who wanted an attractive wife to bred or just to have as a compliant piece of pussy and ass to keep a cock warm at night.
Sencio was a big, tall mine foreman who already had a native wife at home, a wife who needed rest from his relentless, always-hard eleven inches of meat. Eleven inches of excited cock that he especially liked to keep pounding a pretty female ass at night.
Sencio had purchased Kimberly for more thatn he would have liked to pay but he knew now that he'd gotten a great deal.
They had done a great job breaking Kimberly's spirit inside the prison - but her asshole was still tight.
So tight. "Ugggggghhhh...." Sencio's mouth slackened as his fat dickhead started burrowing it's way past Kimberly's snug anal entrance..... so, so tight........
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh......" He shifted his weight, forcing another 6 inches of cock up her rectum.
"Uh, uh,uh...Oh, oh, oooohhhhhhhh.....! Kimberly's ass quivered and trembled with agony as his black meat started to pound her without mercy.
Sencio had intended to take Kimberly straight home after he bought her - but her well-shaped ass looked so inviting that he just had to have some right and there! Her attempts to relieve the pressure of his cock only served to excite him more and he started to put the meat to her, hard, to the balls. Making her understand how low she was she was. Showing her who was boss.
Miss Saundra's Gift to the Voodoo Lady
Miss Saundra worked in a senior position at the prison. But being cynical and well-educated didn't prevent Saundra from accepting the tenants of the more darker versions of Voodoo and the dark woman who practiced the darkest Voodoo, Lady Naku. She even ate Lady Naku's pussy after each spell-session.
For Lady Naku, having Miss Saundra as a ready source of money, contacts and information was good enough - but the real thing was having her deliver new white girls every week or so. Beautiful, young white slavegirls who spent their nights licking the Lady's pussy to ever higher and higher orgasms and who gave up their souls to her as they gave up their last gasps of breath. Having so many new young white girls in turn gave Lady Naku more power and youth. Now in her biological ninety-eighth year, she easily passed for forty and had the sexual appetite of a horny girl of twenty.
This time the Lady had directed Saundra's search; there was a certain girl that Naku had discovered and had followed after going through the electronic Prison Files. Heather, virgin, daughter of an executed social criminal businessman, had just turned 18 - and due to Saundra's unsuspected interference, transferred to Mursetta Prison. Just as Lady Naku had ordered.....
Now Miss Saundra eyes bore into Heather's as she guided the trembling girl's hand between Lady Naku's legs.
"My Mistress has wanted to meet you for such a long time. It is going to be your honor to serve and service her, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Miss Saundra." The girl remembered the whippings of the last two nights.
"Look at me, little white girl. Look at me while your soft fingers caress my old black pussy. Feel how my juices are thick and sticky all over your fingers?" Lady Naku's black face was hard and stern. "I'm going to lay back now and allow you to eat my pussy. I will churning out all kinds of juices, so your face will be covered with it. And my friend Saundra here will be eating your ass all the while. Both of you will provide me the thrills I deserve."
Myra's Midnight Visitor
It had been three weeks within the Women's' Prison and Myra had given her female guards so much and they were so pleased with her - but there were so many new girls being shipped in.
New young girls with newer lips and cunts - so Myra now became 'used news' in the prison terminology. That meant that they had other uses for Myra; usages that would earn them extra cash off her ass.
They bonded Myra in the most humiliating and displaying manner in that cell that they kept for special purposes up on the ground-level cellblock; the one which featured private entry doors for invited visitors. It was a minute past midnight when Myra, her joints aching from her positioning, became aware of the man who had come into the room.
Myra had to crane her neck forward to see who it was. At once she was sorry that she did.
"Hello, my pretty girl. My name is Zaheeb. They have all told me about you and how you are willing to give pleasure, no matter how much you are mistreated. Of course, I have to see this for myself, yes? After all, I have to be sure if you are indeed good selling stock for my business.
"They assure me that your asshole is unused and tight. But I have to see for myself if this is true or not. I have to be able to enjoy my girls before I purchase and then sell them, eh? See how long my cock is? It's going to be testing your ass all night...."
Myra panicked as Zaheeb's amazingly long cock began touching against her displayed butthole, the head of it slowing pressing her anus.
"Oh, no!" Myra squirmed and tried to shift away but the strappings kept her in place.
"Here it comes, my lady. It'll hurt so bad at first, but you'll learn to love the pain I'll be giving you all night."
Myra Meets Her Buyer
Myra didn't last very long on Zaheeb's auction block. A girl with her looks, a girl who had been thoroughly broken-in and showed the proper attitude was a real draw. There was even a representative from the Mursetta Prison who tried to buy her back. The bids were high but eventually it was Miss Ginny from the No. 3 Private Guards Union who offered up a price that no one else was willing to match.
The other bidders felt sorry for Myra because the Unions usually bought a lot of girls at the auctions because they used them up at a rapid rate.
"She's not going to last long," one bidder offered. "She'll be dead by the end of next week."
"Hah! You're being far too optimistic," another answered. "They're really into the BDSM thing. Even put on death shows around town. Word is that they make a lot of money with that. I give her a couple of days, four at the most..."
Miss Ginny gave little evidence to contradict their opinions as she started to give Myra her own special brand of greeting while they waited for the transport truck to arrive.
Myra could only moan and beg as Miss Ginny made her suffer under the relentless application of her whip. Her screams were worthless as Miss Ginny swung her whip non-stop and full-strength.
"Suffer, you little bitch! Suffer! You hear? You better be good! You better obey!"
Myra Learns to Survive
Myra was not one to resist, but even she knew that she must go far beyond previous efforts in order to appease her new Superiors at the shoddy Guards Union camp. So she had been made available only for her woman Superiors - but their demands were every bit as cruel and humiliating as those of any man.
For a slave like Myra, almost everyone in the camp ranked above her; the cooks, the trashpickers, even the most lowly camp whore. And they all made sure that Myra knew it. They chuckled as they peed directly in Myra's mouth and as they drooled their spit in her opened mouth. Nothing better than relieving the tensions of a long day than being able to brace that white girl Myra against the wall and redden her pale ass with a long, hard spanking until she pleaded for mercy. Her pleadings were ignored, of course, and it only served to excite the spankers into whipping her longer and harder and leaving her laying half-conscious on the ground.
It was the camp whores who made it a point to keep Myra in her place. Especially Edina and Dimone, the lowest-ranked mother-and-daughter whores who worked and lived at the Union Camp. Nothing they liked more than singling out the white girl to tongue-clean their rancid, cum-filled pussies at the end of the day....
Dimone watched closely as Myra suckled Edina's toes, very closely.
"You better suck my mother's toes real good before I get angry with you! We've whoring all damn day and our cunts and assholes are full of our customers' cum - but you've still gotta earn the right to clean us out real good with that tongue of yours..."
Myra Gets Bred
It was the big black Antwain and his brown-skinned wife Dija who run the No. 3 Private Guards Union. Antwain had ordered that Myra be brought to their private room. After being informed of the news that Dija had given him about this white slave named Myra, he looked forward to meeting her in person.
"So this is the girl you told me about," he said as he looked the slave Myra over as she stood presented by Dija.
"Si, husband. This is her. This is the only daughter of that racist American politician, Seymour Patterson, the one who we executed some time ago. The authorities didn't include the information on her when they sent her here."
"Isn't it pure justice that the daughter of such a monster of a man ends up here with us? What shall we do with her? Should we invite all the farm workers, tie her down and let them gang-fuck her to death? Or shall we just whip her to death ?"
Antwain gave off one of his mean smiles. "No, That's not real justice, just killing her. What I have in mind is something that will make her family cry up from their graves."
"Symour Patterson's sweet daughter is going to be a breeding cow, putting out a half-black baby every year." Antwain began slowly stroking his huge dick, staring at Myra. "You understand that, don't you, white girl? The ghost of your evil father will have to watch as I climb on top of you and shove my cock between your legs and fuck you like I fuck the whores..."
Big Antwain dug his fingers into Myra's whipped butt, bringing tears from her eyes.
"Come here, get into my bed, bitch! My wife is going to go get all my women to come and watch me fuck you and get you pregnant from the seed of my big dick. You will be betraying your dead white racist father over the years, every time you pop out another one of my black babies..."
The Authorities Examine One of the New Arrivals:
"She looks okay for our section," noted the Section Five warden, Miss Montez. "Look her over real good, people, if these bitches are going to serve as wives, we want only the best. Only the most deserving and loyal workers get the right to be awarded a slave wife by the State. We want them to be able to have the most top-quality pieces of ass instead just anything that they could purchase at those auction blocks."
"Well, this one certainly does appeal to my tastes!" The guard Guzman leered as he tried to lick the face of the girl in question."
"No more of that , Guzman. All of these slaves are supposed to be untouched when they are delivered to their new husbands and it's my job to make sure of that."
"Hah! That's not fair and you know it, Montez! I know that you and Miss Chang here will have at least half these girls eating out your pussies during the next couple of nights! So why can't I have me a little bit of this young stuff?"
Montez chuckled. "All these girls are virgins - and will be when they delivered into married slavelife. Their eating my and Miss Chang's cunt won't change that.
"Oh, come on! If you're going to visiting this one tonight and havin' her spend hours lickin' your pussy, why can't I also have a little fun by havin' her spend some time suckin' off this big boner of mine? I mean, she'll still be a virgin afterwards, right?"
The Tech-Geek Gets His Dream Girl for a Wife:
Harold Stanski had served the Party faithfully for years. He was good at his good as a high-tech security expert, electronically helping to track down enemies of the State and bring them to justice. It also helped that he had access to many of the most attractive slavegirls in the various women's' prison camps which he happened to visit on his rounds. Harold's chubby, nerdy looks had kept him from getting any dates back in his younger days but now -in most cases- even the most beautiful female slaves had to give in to Harold if he wanted them. And Harold enjoyed the freedom he had in what he could do to them. He liked demanding that a gal spend time licking his big balls and musky, hairy ass before he allowed her the honor of being fucked painfully up the ass, which is how he preferred to do it. Harold liked hear their screams and watching the agony on their faces.
But in Harold's history, there had been special girl. A girl whom Harold had secretly worshipped from a distance since their high school days.
Yes, Abegaile Brice, the pampered daughter of a influential industrialist, had been the object of Harold Stanski's secret desire - even though she had never spoken to him or interacted with him in any way whatsoever. Abegaile hadn't been aware of Harold's existence....
Abegaile's father was the kind of man the the Revolution hated and it was only a matter of time, Harold thought, until they charged him with something. Harold had used his technical expertise to hurry things up by planting some false evidence in Mr. Brice's financial and employer records and then electronically co-opted the prison system in order to make sure that Abegaile herself, still a virgin, was put into the "Slave Wife" and destined for Section Five, assigned to marry a certain Mr. Harold Stanski.....
It was so good to take Abegaile's virginity. Harold might have been flabby but he had a 10-inch cock that ravaged Abby's sweet pussy again and again. Harold could never enough of the new Mrs. Stanski. She was still frightened and needed to be kept chained back in his little locked concrete bunker room - but she was slowly being broken in by Harold's relentless cock and his rough use of the belt and paddle.
It was now time to introduce his young slavewife to being fucked up her ass.....
"NOOOOOOOOO! Please.....! It hurts!" Abegail's face was contorted by pain as her anal tunnel was being stretched open by Harold's big cock.
"Now, now, girl. If you're gonna be my wife, you're gonna have to get used to taking it whenever I want to give it to you. Now, keep those legs curled up and it'll be easier to take my cock! Hmmmm... Oh, babe.... so tight.... here's more.... Mmmmmmmm...."
Zaheeb the Slave-seller
Zaheeb had emigrated to the penal colony of Mursetta in order to take advantage of all the new slave-selling opportunities there. Slavery was in his blood; he loved the tears, the misery, the buying and selling....
What he particularly enjoyed was first raping rights of a just-come-of age European slave girl. Nothing better.
Taking his time. Laughing at her pleas. Watching her pretty, crying face as he lay on top of her, pushing her legs apart so she had no choice but to accept his big cock. Zaheeb would make her tell him how handsome he was and how she wanted his cock to hurt her as he drove it inside her pussy....
"MMmmmmm....take your time, girl. You'll be able to stretch those pretty lips a bit more - you'll be able to take more of my cock down your throat. We've got the whole night together for me to teach you how to serve and service before you get put out on the auction block tomorrow."
Myra's Journey Begins
Myra was the only surviving member of her once-powerful family; all of them except Myra executed in the past months for their social crimes. Myra's petite good looks and her firm body had saved her when the presiding judge took a liking to keeping her as his chamber fuck-toy during court session breaks. It helped her case that she complied with his every order and was particularly good at sucking his cum up from his balls. That earned Myra a trip the the Mursetta Penal Colony instead of a facing a firing squad or having to climb the stairs to the hanging rope.
Myra hated the pain that was inflicted on her when she arrived at Mursetta - but she also wanted to live. She immediately realized that her only chance to live was to accept the pain, accept it without any resistance. Her Superiors noticed that and liked it. It was her black female guard, Rhoranda, who first decided to give Myra that chance to prove herself. Rhoranda didn't talk much but there was no doubt of her intentions as she drew Myra's nude body against her, her big hands holding Myra's arm painfully behind her back.
The guard's voice was soft but commanding as she muttered in Myra's ear. "You are so good at taking all the whipping that I give you, lovely girl. I think you have earned the right to eat my pussy tonight. Do you think so?"
"Yes, Miss Rhoranda."
"Good, good," Rhoranda said as she began walking the white girl back to her private room. "I have other things that I'll want you to do also. Real nasty things..."
The Prison Guard's New Slavewife
Sgt. Hemenez needed a wife. Sure, being a guard at a Womens' Political Prison afforded him with plenty of sexual opportunities - like that tall, blonde former judge a week ago; Hemenez had really rode her hard for a few days and nights before placing her in with the general population. He like the idea of sticking his cock deep in the pussy of an ex-powerful judicial big-shot who had wielded so much power over the lives of others and making her rotate her hips and thighs like the lowest whore from the street. But somehow it was still not enough for Hemenez. Deep down, he wanted an obedient bitch all of his own; one that he didn't have to share with anyone else.
Luckily for Hemenez, his stellar record had finally worked in his favor; his application for being given a virgin slavewife from the State was eventually accepted. The months of waiting for her to be selected and delivered had been so damn frustrating - but then Christine, the 19 year-old only daughter of a recently denounced Party official arrived, ready for fucking.
Hemenez didn't need much of a ceremony, only the Party's official certicate of marriage stating that Christine was Hemenez's property to do with as he pleased. She was still crying, haven't yet accepted her new lot in life as a slave. Hemenez didn't care, it only mattered that she was his. His cock strained in his pants.
Now that she was his official slavewife, Sgt. Hemenez wasted no time in showing the frightened, newly broken-in Christine exactly how things were going to be from now on. Not wanting to wait until he drove her home, Hemenez parked on the side of the heavily-trafficked road and climbed on top of his slavewife in the back seat. He didn't pay much attention when she screamed as he broke open her cherry - all he care about was that her cunt was so tight as he began slamming his cock in her.
The House of Rejected Slavewives
One of the worse things that could happen was for a slavewife to be used by her officially - sanctioned 'husband' and then rejected for one reason or another (not that any reason was really needed ). Sometimes it was a case of her not being able to please her husband, sometimes it was just a case of the husband tiring of her and moving on to another availed slave slut.
Whatever the reason, it was usually bad news for the former slavewife as she was sure to be sent to one of the official 'Free Wives Centers'.
The Free Wives Centers supplied former slavewives to men who for one reason or another, had been deemed as unsuitable for for a slavewife, for especially unattractive men, for those whose were more inclined to mistreat their female sex partners, etc. These 'centers' were just a step removed from the all-out sado-sex clubs or the common slavesex whore houses that dotted the countryside.
Right now, rejected wives Caroline and Tonya were being introduced to the two men who had reserved the room (and them) for the night.
Even the Domme guard who had escorted them in silently shook her head in sympathy because she knew these two bastards well; Silas the American, a low-level Party worker and Petrov, the mineworker who was a loud, gross, pile-driving fuck-machine whose skinny looks disguised his overly - virile sex drive. The escort knew that the two slaves would have no choice but service these men and that she would be required to punish them if they had any complaints against them. Too bad.
"Come here, baby, and let's get acquainted before I sample that pussy of yours," laughed Petrov as he grabbed at a recoiling Caroline who was clearly disgusted by his ugly features and puss-filled facial pimples. "You don't want your Domme gal whipping on you, do you? Look at your friend there. She's already got her mouth full of Silas' dick! We'll both just kiss around a bit and watch her gobble down his first cumload before I start fucking you...!"
The Ex-Janitor's College Cheerleader Slavewife
Big and fat, Henri Robles had a mundane job as a janitor at the women's' political prison. But as a faithful member of the Party, Robles was entitled to perks, no matter how lowly his job. The Party took care of his own - besides, word had leaked that thorough observing him on his assaults on the imprisoned girls there that old Robles was gifted with a wide 10-incher that caused a lot of problems, to say the least.
When his bosses spotted Nanette featured on the weekly telecast of the trials of accused political criminals, they all clapped and nodded when one of them ventured, "Wouldn't she be just right for our Mr. Robles?"
Nanette still hadn't been able to mentally cope with being declared and sentenced as an enemy of the new Revolution. After all, she was just a 19 year-old college cheerleader! Petite and standing only 5 feet (although with a study cheerleader's body), Nanette was known for her athletic series of back-flips, not any kind of political activity. Nanette's real crime centered on the fact that she had fought off the sexual advances of a Party-related college administrator one day in his office. The guy had heard the rumor concerning Nanette's supposed virginity ( she was ) and was determined to find out for himself. But he instead found out that a perky little cheerleader can also throw one hell of a punch.
After visiting the hospital for his broken jaw, the incensed would-be criminal immediately filed a complaint with the Party's secret police, alleging that Nanette had attacked him only after he had objected to her anti-Party statements. It did not matter that her family and friends testified to her innocent, church-going and thoroughly un-political nature. The fix was in.
And the arrangements for her delivery to the musty bedroom of Henri Robles down in South America had already been made. Nanette was now Nanette Robles, slavewife.
Robles was delighted with his petite American slavegirl. She resisted, of course but Henri was strong and swung his belt with authority. His fucking was crude as he broke Nanette's hymen and ravaged her throughout the first night. He was so large of a man and she so small, that for Henri, it was akin to handling a sexy doll. But what he discovered was that he enjoyed making the ex-cheerleader ride him as he lay on his back...
"Ohhhh God-d-d-ddd!" Nanette screamed as she was forced to lower herself again and again unto the massive cock of the equally massive Mr. Robles. " It's tearing me up inside! Nooo...Uhhhgggg!"
Robles laughed heartily, gripping Nanette's hips and pushing her up and down on his 10-inch cock. "Hahhh...Keep on...Keep it up! Ahhhh...Ain't this better than you cheerleading for some big ol' college crowd? Si, I will teach you to like it a lot more ......Ahhhhhh! Now buck your strong cheerleader hips...hard!"
"Ohhhhh.... Mercy! Mercy!"
An Ex-Royal Meets Her Master Husband:
It had taken the Party many years to track down the last of the Royal families. Having money and connections, the Benhaud family was able to flee from place to place, each time staying one step ahead of the authorities and their hired party-affiliated thugs. No foreign country would risk a war or conflict by allowing them in, so in the end, it was only a matter of time before the Benhauds were cornered and taken into custody.
Count Benhaud and the rest of the males in his court were immediately executed while the female relative were forced to watch.
Then there was a fine orgy in which even Grandmother Benhaud was fucked endlessly while forced to bark like a dog. Once being a royal family with lots of property and fanciful things, the Benhaud women were now dirty, scratched whores who suffered mightily before they were finally thrown into the river and allowed to drown.
All except Marlena Benhaud, the virgin younger granddaughter. The hired thugs would have had their way with her as they did with the others in it were not for their tall brute of a leader, Jamal. Jamal was not one to be refused; when he stepped forward and grabbed Marlena by her hair and announced, " This bitch is mine, she will be my wife."
Only one of his army of followers dare to opinion that, "The Party's not going to like this, Jamal. They want all of them dead. They'll be pissed!"
"Let them be pissed. They don't have power in this region, I do!"
Everyone agreed to that. Jamal paid well and treated his people like an army. Yes, the Party would stay the hell away from here.
Jamal then pulled Marlena to him. "You understand, bitch? You belong to me now."
"Please let me go! I'm a virgin!"
"Mmmm...Well, we'll take care of that. And then you'll start having my children. Lots of them."
Jamal was in no hurry. He had spent a few days just punishing and humiliating Marlena. After all, the pampered survivor of a Royal family still needed to be firmly put in her place. He would fuck her tonight - while the other women in his harem-type female group watched and cheered. But at the moment her humbling task was jacking off Jamal's absolutely huge cock with her two soft hands.
"Uhhhhhhhh...," Jama muttered softly as his cum began to overflow down over the girl's hands and down the length of his shaft . See how thick it is, girl? Just think how I gonna fill your pussy with it tonight. You'll scream a lot but you'll take it . "
It was always dangerous for settlers traveling the vast distances to their various destinations in the Wild West. There were many groups of armed outlaw gangs who specialized in stopping wagon trains, robbing and killing those unfortunate travelers. And it was always an added treat when there were attractive females amongst those that they waylaid along the main wagon routes.
"Yeah, we'll keep these two. Mother and daughter pairs sells good."
"Come here my precious, let's have a good fuck you and me. You soon will forget about your husband. Plenty on new cock for you from this very moment… Ha Ha Ha!"
Captured white females were worth their weight in gold. After providing their captors with many days and nights of pleasure, they were herded together and kept locked in a shack, each of them awaiting their turn at being sold or bartered and taken away to spend the rest of their lives as some outlaw's fuckmeat or forced to whore inside some cattle town brothel.
"Yeah… You'll be mine for the night, my pretty. Start wetting this piece of fine cunt for me, it's going to be a long night and we don't want this lithe pussy of yours to get raw, uh?"
Poor Penny, ever headstrong and self-willed, had made the mistake of trying to escape from Jake, the wandering never-do-well who had purchased her. Jake was angry, but he wouldn't kill Penny for her dishonorable attempt to run away - Penny's pussy was so tight and she fucked him pretty good whenever he mounted her - so he made sure that his new slavewhore would have trouble running away again. Subjecting Penny's feet to the fire served to make her quite a compliant and obedient lady.
"You don't need your feet to suck and fuck your owners!"
Beatrice had been re-sold twice since being captured. Now she was being again offered up for sale to help pay off her latest owner's gambling debt. Beatrice's tall, strong body and her youthful good looks attracted many prospective buyers who were willing to bid against each other for the chance to own her. She would be bought by a big-time rancher who would keep her chained in a corner of his bedroom and fucked almost every night.
"Look at this lithe tongue… I certainly trained the little whore to use it! No matter the place, your prick, your balls or your asshole it'll give you hours of pleasure. Non-stop!"
Maria had immediately rushed to meet the new Gringa bitch that her boyfriend Jose had taken when he and his gang had robbed another bank on the american side of the border.
"Now, look here, puta. I'm Jose's main woman around here - and you better not forget it! After you give Jose the best fuck that you can, I expect you to eat my Mexican pussy, too! That's along with doing all the washing and cleaning around here!"
Jose, being the active sort of man that he was, managed to acquire quite a few Gringas during his forays across the Rio Grande. That made life back in his otherwise quaint little village very enjoyable.
"Look at your owner face when you suck him, gringa. I love your face… this' why a fuck it. C'mon now, take it again down your throat and don't dare to close your eyes for a second!"
'Get on your knees, blondie… ever licked a smelly pussy before? No? You'll do now and you'll keep doing until I cum a dozen times and until my it's clean and shiny!"
The lives of the lowly street prostitutes were dreary and stressful. Demanding pimps, dangerous clients and poverty-level earnings made for a less than idyllic existence.
Then, somewhere along the way, one of the veteran streetwalkers ventured the idea that 'Why can't we have our own girls to service our needs for a change?' And that idea immediately became popular amongst her fellow prostitutes.
And an alert street hoodlum listened and saw a chance to make some quick money by giving those street-whores what they wanted. Within a few weeks, he held the first of many flesh auctions featuring a bevy of pretty college girls that he and his crew had kidnapped. These girls were naive, fresh and unspoiled - just the ideal kind of slave that a jaded and hardened streetwalker found most attractive as a sexual slave.
Also, there was the practical aspect of this arrangement; these pleasure - giving captives could be valuable as an additional resource. After being thoroughly broken in, a slave girl could be put to work on the street or in a whorehouse to earn money for her Whore-Mistress or sold off to a pimp.
Miss Berta's large basement was the perfect location for the first Pleasure Party staged to let the just-purchased slave-sluts and their new Whore-Mistress owners be acquainted with each other.
There was so much these novice slaves had to learn about just what a veteran, experienced prostitute needed and demanded to make it all so good between them. At first, most of them resisted eating and licking whore pussy, but Miss Berta's timely and time-consuming applications of her trusty paddle - done back in a private room in the basement - usually was enough to ease a slave past her reservations or hesitations.....
The whores were so grateful to Miss Berta for her kindly help and guidance that they not only paid her handsomely, but also chipped in together to buy her a slave for her own use
Miss Berta was touched by their gift; such a wonderful group of girls! She accepted and thoroughly used her slave-bitch for a while, then made a nice bit of profit by reselling her to a couple, old friends of hers, who were in need of yet another sweet girl for their fun. This man and wife had such special needs. And it seems that all of their slaves tended to not last very long....
Back at the latest auction, a virgin had been bought at a high price. Her cries and pleadings caused the wetting of many a pussy of the prostitutes who attended the sale there. Her purchaser, a just -retired streetwalker named Gloria, carved her mark on the new girl and then soothed her brow with soft kisses and murmurings of love.
"There, there, my little pet. I understand your crying - but I promise that after a few weeks of being trained, you will such a happy and contented little bitch. It's gonna be just me and you, baby. Your sweet Gloria is gonna be your owner and your Mistress and will she's gonna teach you so many new things and you will beg to service her for the rest of your life..."
Being a prostitute often meant sharing everything that you had, and Charlene was no different. Although she was the owner of this cute slave-ho, she didn't hesitate to share the use of her with her friends.
Betty Lo enjoyed this part of her slave purchase the most; overseeing the breaking-in of a new girl just kidnapped off the street. Pretty, slim, 19. And there was an added treat with this one - the girl's mother had been bought along with her!
The possibilities were so exciting to consider after she had used and trained the both of them. Perhaps special 'Mother and daughter' rape shows or special higher rates for the both of them in one room or maybe forcing them to sex each other in front of audiences....So many choices.
But right now, BettyLo would control this first training fuck. Her boyfriend, kind heart that he was, was happy to help her.
Now, if you don't want me to give you the whip again, you will listen closely and do exactly what I say.
Slide your panties down - slowly. Slowly! And keep your eyes on his. If you look away, you'll get punished"
"Yeah, mmmmmm...see how he's looking back at you? You can see it in his eyes, can't you? How much he's going to fuck you? Really fuck you!"
"And your Mother is right behind you and she's going to watch you taking some big dick. She knows if she looks away, I'll punish you both all damn night. Your mommy's gonna watch her little girl get made into a money-makin' whore...."
All characters are 18 years old or older
BettyLo liked how the daughter trembled as she obeyed her orders. Yes, this was going to be good, a real turn-on session, one that she wet herself when remembering. The captive girl was naked now, standing before BettyLo's boyfriend, Herb, her pale body with it's shaved pink pussy displayed for his approval. Her eyes were tearing even more as she, as ordered, kept them firmly looking into the hard eyes of the big man who would be raping her in front of her mother.
"Down on your knees, girl. Now look at my man's cock. Examine it closely because you won't be seeing too many cocks like Herb's; he's got one that's really super - as you'll soon find out.
"Now, lick his balls. Slowly! Wet them up! Mmmmmm...yeah, gal... now gently start suckin' on 'em. Yeah, girl, I can see that you've got a real talent. Look how his dick is growin' even bigger 'cause of what you're doin'...."
The daughter gasped, her eyes widened as she indeed saw Herbs cock swelling and hardening to a huge proportion, flopping against her face as she continued to slurp and suck on the heavy balls.
"I can see that you can appreciate Herb's equipment. 11 damn inches of rock-hard meat - and it's all yours, my cute bitch. After he's gotten through with you, you won't have much trouble takin' cocks from other guys - well, maybe just a few other guys that I might pair you up with....
"Now lick his shaft, baby, lick the entire length of it... worship it... Keep looking into his eyes!"
BettyLo watched intently as the girl worshiped the huge cock and then as she obediently began to suck it, bringing the first groans of lust from Herb. And BettyLo also begin to make her own sounds as Herb threw the girl down on the mattress and began fucking her. It was so good to hear the girl's quivering and sobbing voice, following BettyLo's instructions, beg the boyfriend to 'fuck me hard'... 'hurt me... make it hurt', still with her wet eyes locked unto his. And Herb showed his appreciation by ramming her, making her young body shake from his powerful thrusts...
BettyLo's voice was low with desire as she moved over to the girl's mother. Mouth taped over. A beautiful woman. Fine body, still...
"Let's watch them together, you and me. Ohhhh, your little girlie's becoming a whore real fast, right in front of your eyes. Look how they're movin' together on the bed? I assure you that she'll know all the tricks in a few days. Herb and I will be takin' turns showing her just what we want her to be and how to do it...
BettyLo hands began to roughly pinch the mother's nipples and explore her pussy. She was hot now, as she saw how the daughter was now crying uncontrollably as Herb's balls slapped against her ass. Ol' Herb would be fucking her non-stop for at least another half-hour before taking a brief rest and then raping her again, this time most probably attacking the girl's virgin asshole.
"You know, I think that you and your daughter are gonna be real popular. And don't you worry none - you are gonna be learnin' just like her. I know you're more experienced, but you ain't never had anything like what I have in mind for you!"
And BettyLo's wet tongue began to lather the mother's face and ears as she started to slowly force a fist up the mother's asshole...
Loud muffled screams through the gag.
"Oh, yeah, mommy....Ohhhh....Yeah...!"
But BettyLo and her captives were not the only story involving unfortunate family members. Among the many other kidnapped slaves were two sisters, Susan and Ruthie. 25 year-old Susan and 18 year-old Ruthie, the pampered daughters of a prominent businessman, were extremely close and moral. And Susan had been especially resistant and arrogant, needing to be subdued into slavery only after the most intense punishments.
The two sisters had been purchased by a group of hookers primarily as sex slaves, but Susan had caused so much effort and trouble that the prostitutes decided that they would use her up by putting her to work servicing the low-paying creeps who inhabited the run-down waterfront section of the city. Those homeless, addicts and criminals couldn't pay much, but there were a lot of them and Susan would earn money by fucking endless numbers of them throughout the night and day.
The bums really jumped at the chance to screw a beautiful blonde like Susan. And her hooker escorts made it clear that she could be used in any way and as roughly as the men wanted. And they did just that. Susan's distress only make her an even more attractive piece of fuck-meat.
Stick those buttocks well up for my meat, girl! And wriggle this ass of yours!
Her hooker owners speculated that she would only last for a week at that pace that she was being used. After that, they had already decided to sell her off to some people who ran "underground" sex and death shows.
The younger sister, having being informed of Susan's planned fate, begged for her sister's life. But what did she have to offer the hooker Mistresses that already owned her and broken her and were quite fond of using her?
Her only hope was to appeal to Big Rhonda, the tough black dyke who seemed to be the ranking bitch of the house and who had exhibited a strong preference for the petite Ruthie's services in bed.
"Please, Miss Rhonda, don't let them hurt and kill my sister! Please! I'll do anything! She's learned her lesson and she'll be nice and obedient just like me - just give her another chance! Please, Miss Rhonda! I'll be your girl - your special girl! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do. I'll belong to you forever! I'll never hesitate or resist you in any way! Please!"
Big Rhonda liked what she heard from this petite cutie. "You promise that you'll totally belong to me? That you'll be my loyal little slut? You'll beg me to punish you? That you'll think of nothing but making me cum whenever I want it? That you'll ask to swallow my piss and eat the shit from my asshole? And thank me afterwards? Tell me!"
"Yes," Ruthie sobbed. "Yes, I will do all those things and more. I promise to think of nothing but making you happy."
The black dyke-Mistress took her submissive property into her arms, her excitement building rapidly as she pinched Ruthie's pert tits and shoved her big fingers inside her slave's tight, shaven pussy.
"Then I'll make sure that your sister is kept here - that's if she's truly learned her lesson and will be a good girl like you. Now gimme that sweet little tongue of yours to seal our marriage with a kiss."
The loyal younger sister obeyed - as she would obey for the rest of her life - as Big Rhonda's strong, aggressive tongue intertwined with hers, forcing Ruthie's mouth wide as it jammed into every corner.
"Mmmmmmm.....", Big Rhonda grunted as her saliva flowed into, then overflowed from Ruthie's stretched and hurting mouth. "Girl, you makin' me so hot! My pussy's leakin' down my legs! C'mon, baby, let's go into my bedroom and consummate! Your Mistress is gonna be needing a lot of your sweet lovin' from now on..."
Susan had indeed learned her lesson. From then on, she was as good a house and sex slave as her hooker Mistresses could want.
And her younger, loyal sister, to spare Susan's life, kept her word. She dedicated herself to servicing every whim and need that Big Rhoda would think of...
CТmon slave, lick it clean No wait some more is coming keep your pretty mouth open wide this one is for you!
Of course, most of the kidnapped females who resisted their training and new fate were not so lucky to have a loving sister to save them from the wrath of their new owners. The prostitutes had spent hard-earned money on these spoiled wrenches, and if they were now going to get the pleasuring and submissive companionship that they had expected upon buying them, they would get their money back in some fashion. A slave-bitch couldn't be returned, so the preferred method was re-selling a slave to people who had more extreme ideas for their usage. After all, these hookers were businesswomen in a way...
But some disappointed whore Mistresses opted to get their pleasure by disposing of a troublesome slave-bitch themselves. Maybe there was the loss of the money spent on a disobedient slave, but such an incidence could also be used for extreme pleasure.
Nothing brought over the guests like a 'slave disposal' party. Good times had by all in a long night of using, abusing, torture, and finally, the dispatching of the foolish and unfortunate slave.
Look at your friend, my pretty slave you wonТt like to be in her place, huh? So better do a good job to your mistressТ puss
And there were also alternative solutions - like reselling a bad slave to one of the Pleasure Matrons like Madam Consuelo who lived and operated in the Chinatown area of the city.
A Pleasure Matron made her money catering to a small, horny clientele who liked the services of a more submissive, subservient type of girl instead of the regular paid whore.
Madame Consuelo kept her slave-whores in line by shooting them up with heroin. The formally- troublesome slave's forced addiction to the drug made them compliant, even eager to service the Madam's close circle of jaded male and female customers and friends.
Shit the slutТs going to faint again I want you to refund me!
Young Carla was ready now to show this pack of black homegirls that she was what they all wanted her to be. She could no longer bear the hard whipping and abuse that she had endured since the first night she had be snatched from the parking lot of her favorite shopping mall. The prospect of eating pussies and assholes was a blessed relief compared with what she had been subjected to and what she suspected might be her fate if she didn't please these black streetwalkers...
For those prostitutes who had tired of their slaves, or who had concluded that they could no longer afford to keep them, there was always the option of re-selling them.
Tonight, there was a South American trio who was interested in taking a used slave or two back with them to work in their own fledgling bordello.
Posted January 19th, 2005
Rosita was pleased as she took possession of the last of the last two slaves that had been ordered for the Big Party.
They both were fresh and innocent-looking; just the type that would appeal to the hardened streetwalking bitches and their pimp and thug boyfriends.
"Yeah, this would be one of the best parties of the year!"
"Okay, here ya are, boys. Five hundred bucks for the both of them. Keep in touch - I've got a feelin' that we'll be lookin' to get more of these kinda bitches in the near future."
The Big Party was a special get-together of the city's veteran street-whores and their friends and allies who kept the business going. Given twice a year, it was the most eagerly-awaited social event in the Prostitute Underground. Usually hosted at a well-guarded abandoned warehouse, there would plenty of drink, drugs and sexual excess.
And Rosita had always been in charge of procuring a supply of freshly-kidnapped slave girls to be used - and used up completely - by those in attendance. Now she would indulge herself tonight with some of these new girls before transporting them to the still- secret location of the Party.
She particularly liked that tall, lanky blond modeling student who had been snatched from her posh uptown apartment. Rosita fingered herself as she watched her brother, Tomas, entertain himself by ramming his fist up the blonde's virgin asshole. She liked how the blond looked as she cried in agony and how she arched her lovely back. Rosita would let Tomas abuse the white girl for some time - after that, Rosita knew that the blond would be grateful to get the chance to be taught the fine art of eating pussy and ass....
At the underground warehouse, the Party guests were arriving and already enjoying the sights as they marveled at the unique displays of captured slave meat that would be available. Of course, all the slave meat was also for sale; and it was common for a whore of her pimp to immediately pick out one for purchase - either to be used there at the Party or to be tucked away for taking home after the party
"Mmmm… I like you, honey. I think I'm gonna buy you. Oh… don't cry. I'll take care of you every night after your 20 hours shift. Those remaining 4 hours will be your busiest but the more rewarding too. No more brutish male pounding in your cunt, only you and me…"
The Party was usually broken up into various rooms or separated areas in which the whores could wander from place to place, taking in the different sights or taking part in the different activities occurring in them.
In one room, for instance, the whores and their guests were treated to the services of a sweet, red-haired captive; a former (and reported missing) teaching assistant named Patricia. Patricia was now in the midst of a learning process, herself - Patricia was learning that an experienced, big whore like Sholonda was easily pleased by having Patricia's tasty little tongue buried up her anus.
" Uggghh...that's the way, girlfriend. You're getting the hang of it now," groaned Sholanda as she started to move her huge ass in a rhythm.
"Now push some more spit in with that tongue and come in deeper......Ohh, yes, girl....You like Sholanda's taste, don't ya? Now suck on it a bit....Yeah ...just like that..."
The other guests in the room were squirming and fidgeting with horny excitement. Such a show! Some were already shedding their clothes, waiting their turn with Patricia's talented ever-learning tongue.
For an event involving close to a hundred people, the Party was amazing low-key in terms of noise. There was no deejay or band - only soft jazz music wafted from the discreet sound system.
The loudest noises were the cries and screams from the slave girls as their bodies provided the pleasure and entertainment for the guests.
After the Party, those slaves who were lucky enough to be bought by a prostitute (the others would be sold off quickly to South American crime gangs) were taken home to begin their service as a whore's whore and housemaid. The streetwalkers usually lived in substandard surroundings, but that didn't mean that they didn't want their floors scrubbed or their toilets licked clean.
"C'mon, little one… start scrubbing faster than that and finish your job. Mammy needs those pouting lips of yours sucking on her clit..."
Sometimes fate takes an unexpectedly cruel turn. Charlotte's sudden departure from her relatively normal, safe life to the sordid life of a prostitute began by something so simple as her being rude to the rather menacing-looking black man when he politely ordered a cup of coffee at her assigned table in the restaurant that she worked as a waitress. She just couldn't help herself; the man dressed and looked like one of those street thugs that she always saw on TV. Charlotte had merely decided to give him less-than-cordial treatment in the hopes that he would get the message and leave quickly. Charlotte had gotten her wish as the black man, clearly stung by her rudeness, quietly got up and left without waiting for his order. But unfortunately for Charlotte, this man was indeed someone who she really didn't want to be around. His name was Max. More commonly known to law-enforcement and other area criminals as "Mean Max", bodyguard and feared enforcer-for-hire for the many black underworld factions who had need of his services.
Charlotte's first shock was as she walked towards her car after finishing her shift for the night. Max's strong forearm was tight and crushing around her neck, cutting off her air and any scream that she might make. "You better take it easy now, bitch," Max whispered in her ear. "You start givin' me trouble and I'm gonna put a bullet in that pretty head of yours." The hardness of his voice and that of the pistol pressed against her temple quickly gave the impression he meant what he said.
Another black man emerged from the darkness. "This her? This the cunt you tellin' me about," the man asked.
"Yeah, this the one. Real arrogant shit, she is. Gotta attitude that needs changin'. What do ya think? Can ya use her?"
"Sure can. I mean, she ain't no glamour doll, but she pretty enough. Seem like she got a nice body on her. Why don't ya tear some of dress apart so I can get a better look that them tits."
Max's big hand reached around and ripped most of Charlotte's thin dress away with two effortless swipes. Charlotte's firm breasts were in full view.
"Well, she sure got a pair on her, I'll give ya that. Yeah, she'll do alright, Max. What do ya want for her?"
"I ain't in this one for the money. You give me twenty-five dollars for my trouble and she yours - that's after I drag her white ass back in the back alley there and spend some time fuckin' that pussy raw while she tells me how sorry she is for disrespectin' me...."
Charlotte wasn't the only new white meat that was being introduced to the world of black pimps and their hoes. After her hour of being savagely fucked on the hard dirty surface of the alley by Mean Max, she was hustled off and re-sold, this time for one hundred dollars, to Little Marcus, one of the three pimps who ran a whoring operation known as Bella's House. Charlotte's fellow inductee was a blond named Milly. Milly's journey to Bella's House had began with her accepting an invitation from another white girl whom she had befriended on the bus a few days ago. The new friend has seemed so much more worldly and experienced with her tales of attending wild parties and meeting entertaining men; it was so easy to say 'yes' when the new friend had asked if she wanted to come with her.
"Don't tell anybody about this", the 'friend' had cautioned. "These parties are so exclusive, we don't want a bunch of hangers-on to crash them, know what I mean?" That made so much sense to Milly at the time.
Charlotte's buttocks were painfully raw from being the first to get a long, hard belt-whipping from Little Marcus. Now it was Milly turn to feel the leather as Little Marcus brusquely pushed her quivering pale body down across Charlotte's on the bed.
Let this here be the first lesson for you bitches about how things go on 'round here," huffed Marcus as he lifted his arm and let the first blow whack solidly against Milly's upturned ass. Go'head, make as much noise as ya want - no one 'round here is gonna pay no attention. And the louder ya scream, the longer and harder I'm gonna whip ya. Ya better learn fast to take whatever I give ya real quiet. Ya keep on makin' noise, then I keep on beatin' ya. And I don't care if I take all the damn skin off your hide, either...."
Another of the pimps who ran Bella's House was Far Eye, a man whose frightening appearance sometimes didn't accurately reflect his nature - sometimes. Far Eye could be quite dangerous if provoked, especially if it was anything to do with that eye of his that permanently looked to the right. Many a reckless thug had died from being so stupid as to not mind his manners when confronted with that strange eye. and many a woman had been beaten senseless or worse for the same offense. So it was no surprise when the crying BettyLou flinched when Far Eye entered the room.
BettyLou 18 year-old cute blond looks and body would earn Bella's House some good money. As a rule, white girls were considered as somewhat exotic down here in the black ghettos, so the price of fucking one was a bit higher than for the regular black whores who worked there. BettyLou journey to this shabby den of vice had began when she had refused to help obtain drug money for her heroin-addicted mother by being "real nice" to some of the mother's "friends".
"You ungrateful little bitch!" her mother had yelled. "Here I am needing a fix to make myself feel decent and you won't even help me out by spreading your legs for an hour!" Her mother had gotten mad - then had gotten even; putting some knock-out drops in BettyLou's glass of milk the very next morning. While her unconscious daughter lay on the tattered living room couch, Dear Mom had indeed brokered a deal that got her the drug money that she needed and got rid of this troublesome girl. The Bella's House operation had bought itself a new talent, a previously unsullied talent. Fresh and untried. And now Far Eye would have the first turn at breaking this young talent in.
"Don't you let his looks fool ya, girl," one of the House's girls cooed to BettyLou. " He might not be as handsome as some, but he sure know how to lay a woman right! Now I'd wouldn't fight it if I was you. That'd only get him all steamed up and maybe get ya hurt up a bit. Better you just give all the pussy ya got and make him happy with ya."
Through tearful eyes, BettyLou noted the big black cock that sprang into view as Far Eye slowly began unzipping his pants.
"Yeah, you is gonna be my little girl tonight," Far Eye said. " We gonna take our time so that ya get used how this dick be diggin' and stretchin' that cunt. You gonna be screamin' and beggin' at first, but I promise that you is gonna be a full-fledged whore by the time we're done....."
Far Eye spent the night educating BettyLou pussy with that huge cock of his. BettyLou tried her best to submit to his every demand, but it seemed that he never needed to stop or rest. Just when she thought that she would have a moment to recover, Far Eye would be ready to begin yet another assault; that hard, cum-coated cockhead pressing against one of her holes, then forcing it's way inside.
"You wants it again, don't ya, gal? Yah, I knows ya do. You wants your old Far Eye to open ya up again and make ya call his name. C'mon, give me some of that sweet little tongue. girl. Kiss me and get me all worked up again so's my cock's is as big as it can get. Mmmmm... that's nice. real nice. Just like a good little whore...Mmmmmmmmm. Now turn over and stick that asshole up and then ya gonna beg me shove this big thing in deep and hard..."
Not all the white slave-whores were to be broken in so thoughtfully as BettyLou. After all, time was a valuable commodity in itself; the longer it took to train a girl for her duties, the less money was being earned.
With this in mind, most often the training of new whores was quite straightforward and harsh. The House's basement was the place in which most new girls got their first taste of House education and discipline. A couple weeks of painful bondage and even more painful flogging was usually enough to ensure a deep appreciation of a new girl's place in the order of things and of what was expected of her. After her stay in the basement, the pain and humiliation from all those customers' cocks would not seem as bad.
It was Jalonda's turn to oversee the training of new girls this week. Jalonda didn't mind; in fact, she rather enjoyed 're-educating' these white girls. It was fun to see these bitches beg for mercy as they suffered through the various trials that had be especially designed to rid them of their will and dignity - especially when one knew that most of them come from backgrounds of relative privilege when compared to Jalonda's hard ghetto life. She enjoyed directing and implementing their abuse.
It was especially enjoyable when one of them would try in ingratiate herself to Jalonda in a vain attempt to avoid more punishment. This time it was the petite school teacher named Alexis who was seeking to somehow try and not be suspended by ropes throughout the night.
"Please Miss Jalonda, your breasts are so big and firm. They're so beautiful. I just have to ask, Miss Jalonda - will you please let me suckle them? I'd be so honored if you'd let me."
Jalonda smiled to herself. She knew that Alexis was hoping that she could pleasure Jalonda enough to that she might take this white pussy up to her bed for the night instead of rope-suspending her along with the other new whores; anything to avoid the constant agony of the cramps that would attack every muscle in their bodies throughout the night. " Well, since you ask so nicely, if course you can, baby. C'mere and wrap those pretty pink lips around these big 'ol nipples of mine. You do a good enough job, I'll let ya suck of my toes and suck my asshole, too. Ohhhhhh, yeah, that's the way, baby.....you makin' Jalonda feel good..."
But of course, even after Alexis had sucked Jalonda's asshole and cleaned out her anus with her tongue - she would still suffer through the night down in the basement with the others.
Willy G., another of the House's pimps, was somewhat taken aback when he arrived to check up on how things were going; not that he didn't trust his partners or the black whores, he was just careful. When the door opened, there stood Big Bella. Big Bella was more that Willy G's girlfriend; she was also the one who had initially provided the start-up money that went to purchase the House, it's upgrading and it's furniture. In fact, it was also Bella's family contacts in the underworld that had helped make sure that Bella's House had protection from the police and other criminal rivals. But Bella had always preferred to be a silent partner. So why was she here?
"Hey, Bella, what you doin' here? Thought ya didn't like to hang around this place," Willy asked cautiosly. Then he spotted the white girl on the lease being held by Bella. "You comin' down here to play with some of these white gals or somethin'?"
"Well, yeah, I is here to play while work, I guess you can say. You see, Willy, I decided to take over. Take over runnin' this house."
"You crazy, women! This is our place, Far Eye, Little Marcus and me! We ain't about to let nobody take this from us. Especially no woman!"
" Now Willy, don't you go makin' it worse than it has to be, hear? Far Eye's already decided to go along with what I have in mind."
" What? I can't believe it! What about Marcus. I know he'd never agree..."
" Sorry to have to tell ya this, Willy.......Poor Little Marcus is dead."
"Now don't you go gettin' all worried about anything, Willy," Big Bella said. " Way it's gonna be is me and my sistas is gonna be running things here day to day. And you mens is gonna be in charge of making sure we keep gettin' new white girls. Way, I see it the more of 'em you snatch, the more I can break in and train and then put 'em to work.
"You see, Willy, I'm gonna also start whorin' these white gals out to our womenfolk, too. Lots of the black sistas 'round here is gonna be willin' to pay some good bucks to get their pussies and asses licked by a cute little thing. They is gonna love knowin' that they can have some white girl do nasty things that other people won't do. We is gonna train the prettiest gals to be real good at everything." Bella tugged on the lease attached to the white slavegirl's collar, pulling her close, between her legs.
"Now Willy, you just stand there and see how this little bitch is learnin' to please a black woman." To the girl, she said, " C'mon, baby, get under there and put that cute mouth to work on Bella's clit. Show the man how you is gonna make Bella all kinds of money..."
Big Bella, the new owner and madam of the inner-city brothel known as 'Bella's House', had directed her male underlings to find -by any means- more white girls to work there. She didn't want white whores or prostitutes. She wanted regular, innocent-types; those would appeal more to her customers, most of whom were the black and brown men and women who lived down there in the ghetto that Bella served. There was also the added benefit that these new white slave-whores, unlike the regular whores who worked there, would be not be collecting any portion of the monies that they brought in to the House. The only thing that they would get was the privilege of living and not being badly beaten. For Big Bella, this was a most attractive and financially beneficial arrangement.
Quite a bit of effort and care was put into the scouting out and selection of particularly winsome young white ladies for abduction. Big Bella had wanted them between 18 and 21, pretty, with good bodies and she wanted them captured and taken with as little damage to them as possible.
Tanya, an office clerk, had been spotted some five days before they came for her. They came for her just as she was getting ready for bed. From having observed her routine, that Tanya would be alone and it was only a matter of using a ruse to get her to open her cottage door. Her flight into her bedroom only resulted in a broken door. They weren't about to harm her in any way, but that didn't mean that they couldn't take a little time with her, see for themselves just how tight Tanya's pussy and asshole was.
Tanya would spend the last hour in her own bed being introduced to the rigors of three long cocks. This was not to be at all like the kind, considerate love-making that she experienced with her boyfriend. These cocks were rude and brutal and only the threat of her captors' guns kept her from crying out in pain as her holes were repeatedly explored and fucked raw.
Bella's regular girls were always curious about the newest white slaves to be brought in and interned down in the spacious cellar complex beneath the whorehouse. And somewhat resentful of these pale beauties who had previously enjoyed - in comparison to their own lives - a relatively normal and unscathed existence. But not for long. There was was also the occasional opportunity to exact some additional pleasure in helping tame an overly reluctant slave-whore-to-be by inflicting a little serious pain on them.
Veronda had been sent down to the basement with orders to show the recently-arrived Annette the penalties to be paid for her continued refusal to accept her new situation. Annette had to be given night's lesson on being agreeable and Veronda was very agreeable in her teaching duties. Veronda especially liked to use tack-nails to test a girl's breasts; she so loved watching and hearing them scream every time she slowly pushed the sharp little pieces of metal into the flesh.
Annette did not disappoint Veronda. " Noooooo! Arghhhhh...!!!!" The white girl's voice was loud and shrill, but it was music to Veronda's ears.
Big Bella was a big believer in the power of marketing and word-of-mouth advertising. Her idea of expanding her brothel's customer base by offering beautiful white slave-whores to service female customers was a good one but could only succeed if she was able to make the existence this novel service known to it's potential customers. And there was nothing like a free sample to get the juices flowing and the word out.
The group of Latinas from the 'hood were the first to be invited to try out Big Bella's girl-girl slave-whores. Skeptical when they first arrived, they soon warmed up to the idea of letting slave Nancy show them just how much pleasin' a compliant slave-whore could manage to give them within the 90 minutes of free time allotted.
Juanita was the woman who took the the lead, asking, " Hey, girl, my name's Juanita. Damn, you are a cute thing. Got a cute-lookin' mouth, too. Bella says you are gonna tongue-fuck me and my friends in any way we tell ya. That true, gringa gal?"
Nancy shuddered as she answered, " Yes."
Juanita's hard slap turned Nancy's face. "Bitch! Puta! You say, 'Yes, Miss Juanita' when you address me, get it? You need me and my homegirls to kick your ass a little to remaind ya?"
"N-No, Miss Juanita. Please! I'm so sorry, Miss Jaunita. Please forgive me!"
"Ooooooo.....now that's the proper way to talk, baby. Of course, I'll forgive ya. But first, get a closer look at my pussy. You like it, don't ya? Why don't ya taste it and let the girls see if you can get me feelin' all good and shit....."
While Bella House's Female/female whore service was being launched, it would still be the good ol' dick-in-pussy business that would continue to bring in the most profit. It was true that the hard and severe ghetto-style fuckin' would break down the more fragile white slave-whores within a couple of months, but if Big Bella's boys were able to continue their current rate of kidnappings and abductions of fresh white bodies, there should not be that much of a problem. For those slave-whores who eventually got used up by the unrelenting ghetto slam-fuckin', Big Bella always had the option of putin' 'em to work out on the streets. Once they were forcibly addicted to crack, it would be no trouble sendin' 'em out to fuck 'n suck those low-life ten-dollar customers who would use them in the back alleys on filthy mattresses or just on the hard, unforgivin' asphalt.
Bella House's first 'Friday Night Special' was quite a profitable hit with the dudes from the 'hood. They practically flooded into the place to see the newest supply of exotic white cunts, judge 'em and then pay some of their hard-earned money to fuck 'em. Again, Big Bella excelled at bringin' attention to all the House had to offer. The most effective was the outside advertising ploy of stationing the dark-haired slave-whore named Charlotte outside the front entrance, exhibiting an example of what was being offered inside. A discount rate for a short-fuck time also attracted even more attention.
Big, lanky Bubba was the first to step up and take advantage of the discount. Bubba's clothes were dirty, his breath stank and he had already been gulpin' on his third bottle of cheap whisky, but goddamnit, his motherfuckin' dick was hard and he wanted to ram those 11 inches some pussy. The white gal looked good and he had an extra twenty dollars on him, so why not? Didn't bother him no never-mind that they were out in the open. fuckin' was fuckin'.
Charlotte caught her breath as Bubba started pushin' that big dick inside her already-sore pussy. She winched from the pain, trying to shift away from this huge black shaft that was being digging into her. But there was no escape to be had as Bubba fully impaled her, then pulled back and slammed himself in up to the hilt.
"Hey, look at Bubba usin' that big 'ol thing", someone in the crowd laughed. "Go on, Bubba, tear that pussy up!".
Bubba grinned as he began poundin' that hole. Poundin' it real good. Charlotte's moans only served to spur him on, make him fuck her harder. Showin' her what a man Bubba could be. "Shit, I is lovin' puttin' my meat to this bitch. Gotta fuckin' tight little pussy......!"
The other men started cheering Bubba as he rocked Charlotte's captive body back agains the wall with his violent fuckin'.
"Bubba! Bubba! Bubba!"
The men weren't the only ones to get to take advantage of a Bella House's special introductory offering. Saturday night featured a 'Ladies' Night Special' that brought in quite a few of women from the 'hood
After all, who could resist the chance to having their cunts and ass obediently eaten by some really pretty and totally accommodating white girls? And just 20 dollars for an hour? In fact, it was such a hit that Big Bella had to schedule Sunday and Monday 'Ladies' Night' just to placate all those homegirls who flocked in.
The female customers ran the gamut from the chunky Latin bartender Castina to the old black lady called Miss Inez who gladly used some of the money that she kept hidden in a kitchen drawer to experience some fun. The gals certainly were havin' their fun. And they'd certainly be back, this time payin' a higher rate - but still very reasonable in regards to their somewhat restricted budgets.
Cindy, twenty-one, sweet and petite, had been given extensive training in the arts of pleasurin' a woman. Big Bella and the whores of the House had certainly made sure that she, along with all the other captives, was given plenty of practice time on the subject. Now it was time for Cindy to perform those duties for paying customers.
"Now, girl, listen here," Big Bella had instructed Cindy before pushing her into the room in which the women customers waited for more slave-whores to join those already being used. " I'm gonna only tell ya once - you better lick some serious cunt and asshole when you're in there, understand? I better not get any complaints from any customers, sayin' you ain't been doin' the job just the way they want it."
Cindy would immediately have the chance to do the job right as both Miss Inez and Castina grabbed at her as soon as she stumbled into the Orgy Room.
"C'mere, sweetie," cackled Miss Inez, her opened dress revealing her sagging old tilts and ancient cunt. "Ain't you a pretty thing! You reminds of a gal I used to own when I was in prison a long time ago. Damn, that bitch could eat some pussy! Hopes you is gonna be as good as her....."
It's good to know that certain activities work to bring together people of differing lifestyles and social-economic backgrounds. And even better when doing so turns a neat little profit for business concerns like Bella's House. The slave-whores pressed into service at the House got to experience an entirely different world. Of course they tended not to enjoy it nearly as much as their customers - but that was the nature of the business.
It would be safe to say that Tanya did not enjoy her new life as a slave-whore at Bella's House. But at least she could consider herself as gainfully employed, the gains going to Big Bella, the very successful female pimp. She certainly didn't have to worry about being lonely, as she definitely got to meet new people all the time. And she also could count on a good meal, plenty of dark meat around. A lot of it.
At the moment, Tanya was tasting and swallowing some thick protein issued up by a grateful, paying customer. She tried her best to lick it all up as fast as she could, but the black cock just kept on pulsing and pumping out it's salty reward for all her hard work. Not to worry, her customer was the sort who would patiently let her the chance to tongue up every last thick, slimy drop.
And he was also the type to voice his appreciation as Tanya used her captive mouth to milk the remaining cum from his throbbing dick.
"Uhhhhhhh......you fuckin' bitch, you! You sure knows how to suck cock, I'll tell ya that! You is way better than them street whores. Ohhhhhhhh, my balls are still twitchin'. Still working up some more sperm for ya! Don't you stop, ya cunt. Just keep on workin' those lips! When I'm done, I'm gonna wash your throat clean with my piss. You the kind who wants that, I knows you is.
"Here it comes, bitch. Here comes the last load! Take it, you no-good whore, swallow it all! UHHhhhhhhhh....!"
Psycho-Thrillers - Severance
Categories: Strangle, Hanging, Rape, Death Fetish, Maniac, RolePlay
Description: Contains: Surprise, Tazer Torture, Fondling, Undressing, Blackmail R, Live R, Asphyxiation w/red cord, death by tazer torture, twitching, limp Body Positioning, Drooling, urination. Description: A young woman and mother of three mst choose between accepting a blackmail situation to sleep with the boss’ client to make more money or be fired. She chooses to sleep with the client and travels to a remote country home of her boss. She is partially dressed and lying on the bed waiting for the strange European man to undress. He doesn’t know her, know does he care. The only thing he knows is he wanted to fuck a Black woman and her boss had offered her up as incentive to close a lucrative deal. Shaken and feeling low about herself, she dressed loosely as she calls her kids for the last time to say their mom is coming home. That promise would be short-lived as a man surprises her and tazers her brutally until she is a twitching pile of dark flesh on the floor. He drags her over to the couch and tazers her again to ensure she’s allow him to undress her. The man is masked and does not care about who she is nor her feelings and he has sex with her as drool pours from the corner of her mouth. Unable to stop him, he shows her the asphyxiation cord. Her eyes follow it but her body is unable to react to defend her. She endures the pain of the cord tightening around her throat and she kicks and thrashes for his pleasure. When she is about ready to be taken out, he lets her go, allowing her a few more breaths before tazering her for long periods of time. He tazers her until her heart overloads with electric shock and fails to pump. She dies thinking of never seeing her kids again, of wanting to say good-bye, of trying to do the right thing which turned deadly and fatal. The killer tazers her once more but her body does not react…she is gone. He lifts her and throws her body onto the couch and leaves her there to urinate all over the couch and the floor.
The Pirate Claims Lady Merideth.
The Pirate leader's name was Red Charlie; not because of his red hair - but because his raids upon merchant ships usually ended in rivers of blood. This last capture of the British ship HSS Voltaire had been no different; the ship's crew had been wiped out to the very last man. But besides the gold and other loot, there had been an added surprise on board: The young Lady Merideth and her equally beautiful cousin, Lady Anita. Both had been in transit to visit their powerful Uncle who was in charge of one of England's largest Caribbean outposts, but Red Charlie and crew had definitely changed those plans.
Being the unchallenged leader, Red had claimed Lady Merideth for himself and given Lady Anita to his first-in-command, Joe Gruff for his use. There was plenty of use that first night as both Ladies' carefully-guard virginity was so rudely and crudely ended by the intrusion of two hefty-sized pirate cocks. Red's crew could only grouse and complain and jack off as they listen to the night-long sounds of both of the women being fuck over and over throughout the late hours and into the morning.
Lady Merideth was the loudest of the two. Her cries were shrill as Red's cock stretched her tight pussy and painfully fuck it raw. Her royal upbringing could not help her as she was forced to spread her legs wider and wider in order to try and relieve the intense discomfort of that big shaft of pirate meat that seemed to be able to stay hard for hours. Lady Anita, usually getting raped right beside Merideth at the time, seemed to have accepted her fate, seemed to have been broken; her moans were quiet and she only quietly sobbed now as Joe Gruff fucked her from behind.
Gruff was rough as he cock-slammed Lady Anita, putting the force of his body weight behind each thrust. "Ugghh.... Ohhhhhhh..... You're a good fuck, Me Lady, takin' all I give ya just like a good whore should...... such a nice little bitch," he grunted in her ear. "You don't need worry 'bout all that 'Royal' stuff no more, Me Lady. Ol' Joe's gonna make you his wife as soon as we make land. You gonna spend the rest of your life cookin' and puttin' out babies - 'cause you can be sure that you're gonna be gettin' this big dick of mine every chance I get"
"Uhhhhhhhhhggg.... Here it comes, Me Lady, I'm gettin' ready to cum in ya again! Ahhhhhhhhh , you're feelin' that, ain't ya? Feelin' my cum floodin' your belly, ain't ya? Keep that butt of yours up so you can take it, or I'll whip ya again! Now rotate your ass so that you help milk all the stuff my balls is makin' just for you. Uhhhhh... yes, you know how to do as you get told, don't ya? Gonna be a nice little wife, ain't ya?"
As Anita softy cried as Gruff was filling her up with his latest cum-load, Lady Merideth panicked even more now as she saw the big killing-knife in Red Charlie's hand. His eyes were intense as he approached her, his dick erect, swollen...
"No! Please don't kill me! Please!" Her voice was high with fear.
"Don't you worry," Red assured her. "I ain't gonna kill ya if you do as I say. You gotta stop resistin' and give yourself to me just like your cousin is doin' with my man Gruff there. Gettin' tired of you not appreciatin' all the good lovin' I been givin' ya. Gettin' tired of your attitude...!"
Merideth gulp. "Please don't cut me! I'll be good, I'll be nice....Please.."
"You better be," Red muttered as he climbed on top of Lady Merideth, his cock already forcing it's head into her pained cunt. "Kiss me back good and keep tellin' me how much you want me fuckin' ya and how much you wanna be my whore - and you better keep sayin' it....."
"Ohhhhhhh..... God..." Lady Merideth gasped as Red's cock began another assault on her pussy. It hurt so much... But she had no choice....
"Uhhggghhh... Fuck me, Master.... I'm your woman now, I'm nothing but your whore now. Let me give it to you like you want it, Master....."
The Biker and the Captured Cheerleaders
When Tally and his biker gang had spotted the local community college bus carrying the cheerleading squad on their way to the college's football game, he had an idea right away on how to have some fun and make some money at the same time. Lots of immoral old men out there willing to hand over some big money for a cute cheerleader in her young prime, yessir.... And Tally wasn't one to waste time!
That was three week ago. Everyone was still out searching for the hooded criminals wno had ambushed the bus on it's way back from an away game, taking 14 cheerleaders and their young female adviser and killing male driver and his assistant. It was still all over the television and the newspapers. But still no sign of the kidnapped girls , no clue of their whereabouts whatsoever.
Nobody had a clue of how twelve of the fourteen cheerleaders had been subjected to a well-proven program of abuse and punishment throughout the day and night, quickly breaking their spirits and getting them ready for market. The wonderful voices that had entertained the crowds at the games had been transformed into distressed, helpless voices that moaned and groaned as their cunts and assholes were forced to accept the rough assaults of one biker cock after another on the cum-stained mattresses that cover the basement floor of the biker gang's headquarters building some fifty miles from the site of the abductions.
The breaking-in process was almost finished now. Where the rape-rooms had been loud with the pitiful cries and screaming of the cheerleaders as they were fucked, those rooms were quieter now as the girls had been fucked and beaten into submission. Now each girl obediently raised their hips in order to better accept the slamming of the cocks that attacked their pussies and raised their asses to meet the cocks that slammed their assholes ..... Now some of them even demonstrated their total compliance by wrapping their legs around their rapist as he grunted while spewing his load deep inside her while calling her a bitch in her ear.
As for Tally, he and his wife had decided on keeping two of the cheerleaders for themselves. Cuties Nancy and Sharlene were the perfect candidates to become the couple's permanent house/sex slaves for the rest of their lives....
Petite, 18 year-old Charlene squirmed under the pain as Tally sank his teeth into her fine little tit - but she knew better than to make a sound or try and move away. " Yeah, gooddd," Tally chuckled as he noted the girl's submission. " That's more like it. Now I won't have to whip ya as much as I get done fuckin' ya - But you know that I'm gonna whip ya anyway, don't ya?"
Yes, Master Tally, I know," the girl sobbed.
"And you want me to whip ya because it'll make me happy, don't ya?"
"Yes, Master. I want you to whip me. I want to make you happy...."
"That's one suck a little sweetheart, ain't she? Just like this one here is learnin' to be," observed Tally's main Old Lady, Babs, as she continued to beat a crying Nancy with the stiff leather paddle. " Gonna beat ya until you faint again, bitch. Then we'll start all over again when you come to. In a few months, both of ya are gonna be so sweet! Neither of you are gonna remember what your previous lives were like!
"You like this, you want more of it, don't ya? I know you do, I know you want me to hurt you all night. I know you do...."
Young Nun for the Madam.
Why hadn't the Church come to rescue her? Why had her God forsaken her? The young Nun-Apprentice's mind still had trouble coming to terms with what had happened to her, at what was still happening to her. It was only a year ago that her superiors had assigned naive Apprentice Nun Verona to come to serve out her training in this hot, humid, poor and miserable South American hellhole of a country - but again, Verona had indicated that she wanted to serve where the Church decided she could do the best good.... Quite a different place than her native England.....
Two weeks ago she had arrived, getting in the old, barely-working taxi that she had be told to wait for.... A taxi that had taken an unknowing Verona in the opposite direction from the nunnery where she was supposed to check into...
'Sorry, Mother Superior, we have no information on any young nun or any other foreigner arriving here recently. None of the taxi drivers report seeing anyone like you described. Yes, of course we'll investigate further...'
The young would-be nun hadn't realized something was wrong until the big dark-complexed men came up to snatch her out of the cab. Then the funny-smelling rag place over her astonished face. Waking up in that stuffy, windowless room where those dark-skinned, sullen-looking women eventually came to drag her down a long hallway pass closed doors that slightly muffled the screams and crying of anguished females. To that bigger room where a huge-bodied black woman stood waiting for her...
"Ah, so this is the cute nun that they told us about. Hmmmm, nice. Very nice." The big woman's voice was as deep as her body was fat. " Welcome dear, I've been so anxious to meet you. It's not often that they arrange a beautiful nun for me. Si, you'll make me a nice profit, indeed. Not many gringa nuns on the market. I know the sexshow promoters in town will definitely be interested in getting you for their businesses. Their rich patrons would love to see a pretty innocent nun being fucked and ruined by a twelve-inch black cock or seeing her licking lesbian pussy.... Mmmmmmmmmm. I'd pay to see that, myself!"
Verona's voice was quivering when she said, " What's going on? I am a Apprentice Nun sent to this country by the Church for training! You must repent and deliver me to my destination immediately! The Church will..."
The big black woman was quicker than anyone her size should have been; the slap came before Verona had a chance to think about avoiding it. The blow rocked Verona back, the second slap was even harder, knocking her to the floor. Then the big woman was on top of her, slapping her face to and fro until Verona's tears filled her eyes and she begged, " Oh, Please stop! Don't hit me any more!"
"Now that's more like I prefer my girl guests to talk, gringa. Nun or otherwise. You can call me Senora. Now get up; you obviously need to given some special attention by my girls - just to get you in the proper frame of mind, you understand. We must have you ready for your potential buyers...."
The Senora's girls were hard-core women off the streets and they knew just how to make the coming week or so a living hell for Verona with their straps, ropes, paddles and belts. The Senora took an interest in their work - or a delight - dropping by every few hours or so, once cautioning the punishers on being careful to avoid any permanent marking of Verona's pale body.
It was so bad for Verona that she found herself obeying without thought when the Senora visited her that last night. Obeying as the Senora disrobed, exposing her gross fat body and commanded, " Now you will get on your knees and crawl to me and eat my pussy...." That fat, vile-smelling black pussy....
The would-be nun never saw the people who bid for her. Only when the door to her holding cell opened did she beocme aware that something had happened, only when the large, dangerous - looking woman walked in and said, " I am Chita, Madam Chita. - and I own you now..."
"The Senora has told me that she has trained you quite well in eating pussy. That is so good to hear, because I need a lot of attention to my pussy and my other hole."
"And you are a nun! That is real fate - because I worship the lord Satan! He must have appreciated my service to him over all the years and decided to reward me! Si, it is fate! Usually I buy an innocent girl and spend weeks and weeks having her eat my asshole out and then torturing her at my place before I dispose of her body......but now I know that you were sent to me as my special reward.....!"
Madam Chita pulled Verona into her arms. You need to be debased and to be made to accept everything the Church is against. Tomorrow a priest defrocked by your own Church will marry us! Si, si, I like your tears, you look so much better when you cry! You will cry so much, you will please me with your crying....."
"Come to me, my beautiful nun. Here, let me put your hand right there.....Feel how wet my pussy is? It's wet for you, my darling, my little pussy-eating white nun. Mmmmmm....your hands are so soft.......You're making me so horny for you
"Keep you hands on my pussy while you and I kiss with our tongues . Ahhhh, let me give you a glob of my spit . Keep your eyes looking into mine...... Good girl, so afraid, so obedient...
"We will go right after you eat the Senora's pussy one last time. She says she will miss you because she loves the way you eat her pussy. You can lick my pussy when we get home - but I like having my asshole licked even more. You will eat my ass, my big ass, won't you, my pretty nun? Eat my ass, Gringa? You will eat my wonderful ass, suck it out......My ass is so big and wide and you will show your new devotion by keeping it licked clean, cleaner than any toilet paper. My ass, my big black ass, needs you. You will learn to love how it tastes, just like all the other girls did. They all begged me to let them eat my ass out because it pleased me.
You will beg me, too - and you will beg me to let me use your sweet mouth as my personal toilet for the rest of our marriage, for the rest of your life.
"You look so good when you're crying, I like that. I promise to keep you crying....."