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Seductive Studio - LATEX END DEUX
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: Two scantily clad spies are searching for some important document in the scientist house after killing him (we dont see him). They separate. Two (again scantily clad) heroines approach the house: they separate too. First heroine finds one of the spies, wrestle with her, but second spy comes back to the scene by surprise and puts the heroine to sleep .. The spies bind tightly to a chair the unconscious heroine, then they notice the second heroine approaching (watching out of a window, or whatever). The spies decide to prepare a trap, but first heroine wakes up (tied). She understand her fellow heroine in danger of an ambush. She tries to free herself feigning sleep, but the spies notice that: they taunt and handgag her. Tied heroine tries to warn her friend anyway, screaming and moving her chair, so desperately that they have to handsmother her, shutting her nose and mouth with gloved hands, making her unconscious again. They gag and blindfold her. Then they attack second heroine entering in the room. They wrestle her to the floor and quickly smother her wrapping her head with a thin latex sheet (Probably the bravest girl should be the one getting the head wrapped with the latex sheet ) Then they tie and gag the second unconscious heroine. Heroines are on the ground, well tied, blindfolded, gagged (use tape over a cloth cleave gag). They hear villain girls speaking about getting a van to transfer them to a nearby hideout and torture them for information. They rub their faces together to get rid of the blindfolds but they can’t dislodge the gags. They start to work at their bindings with hurry but when one of them has her legs free, the spies arrive. Heroine # 1 with free legs run and tries to go outside but finds the doors closed, calls for help at the windows hoping to attract attention (use your location at best here, do what you can), but she’s jumped on by the spies. She tries to defend with kicks. CUT to the other heroine #2: she manages to break free of her ropes and finds the...used by the bad girls. She takes it, hoping to come to the help for her fellow heroine. CUT to the first heroine: she can’t keep the villain girls at bay. They menace her with the latex sheet, get hold of her, block her on a bed or table (or on the floor) and proceed to put her to sleep using the latex sheet again to wrap her head. When the heroine #1 faints and is immobile, one of the spies takes the latex sheet and goes to suffocate heroine #2 (they believe she’s still tied), the other spy stays to bind the unconscious girl. Heroine #2 ambushes the villain girl looking for her, and put her to sleep ...Then she finds her mate, unconscious and being tied by the other spy. Heroine #2 uses .. to put this spy to sleep too.
Seductive Studio - LATEX END
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: Spy Daphne and Spy Kelly have been sent to a scientists house to recover some documents. They have split up when two do gooders enter the house and try to foil their scheme. Daphne & Kelly get the drop on Jenny first, and Kelly ... her. They tie Jenny to the chair before Nuna can enter the fray. Jenny tries to warn Nuna and Kelly hand gags her before she can warn her friend. Nuna is attacked as she enters the room and the girls grapple with her and stretch a piece of red latex over her face, cutting off her air supply. Eventually, Nuna is tied up as well, and the spies decide to have some fun with the other girls before they leave with the documents, smothering them again and again with the blood red latex, eventually leaving no witnesses...
Psycho-Thrillers - Two Women Take Down A Man
Categories: Strangle, Hanging, Rape, Death Fetish, Maniac, RolePlay
Description: Description: In the rural small town, a young redneck male breaks up with his redneck girlfriend who is the mother of a teenage redneck daughter. He decides to get revenge for her kicking him out and breaks into their small home where he finds his ex-girlfriend asleep on the couch. He attacks her, choking her, pinning her down into the couch, trying to use force to break her neck within his grasp but the kill takes too long and his daughter, asleep in her bedroom overhears the struggle and comes out. The young country man finds himself struck over the back and the head with a tennis racket and stumbles to the floor dazed but never in his life did he dream that both women would turn on him and attack. The daughter pounces on him, never liking him in the first place because of the way he treated her mom. As she tries to place force on his throat like he’d done to her mom, the mother, without provocation or reason, tugs at his jeans and sucks his cock into her mouth. They take turns trying to snuff him out. He awakes but is still dazed from the blow to the head. By the time he has strength the lack of oxygen to the brain confuses his muscular functions and his hands fumble about her breasts pr drag at the top of her pants, partially exposing her ass. As his life force is vaporized, he receives the deepest most passionate blowjob of his ending life. Soon he is dead and the young girl jacks off his stiff cock, blowing out whatever semen was trapped in his balls prior to his death.
The Lady Western Ambassador Becomes a Fuck-Toy.
There was only chaos, violence and confusion in the isolated African country known as Butana and it was only natural that the small population of Westerners who resided there would be as caught up in all the bedlam. Mostly they consisted of the handful of staffers from the two Western embassies along with a few dozen dedicated aid workers.
But now there was no lawful authority in this poor, corrupt mini-nation. The Premier and his cohorts were dead and both the rebels and the rag-tag leftovers from the army roamed wantonly; killing, raping and pillaging at will. The walls and the status of the Western embassies meant nothing to them...
"P-Please, please don't hurt me any more! I signed the paper just as you wanted!", Madame Ambassador Patricia Maples begged to the tall African renegade officer named Okuru.
Okuru chuckled. "Yes, my little rich white bitch, you've shown that you do what you're told. I like that. Well, I'll fill in whatever crime that you've just confessed to later. But right now, keep stroking my cock, make it big."
"They might have made you some kinda Ambassador, but now you're nothing but Okuru's personal piece of pussy!"
The Western Ambassador's 19 year-old Daughter
is Impregnated by Her African Master.
Under cover of all the continuing violence and mass disorder, all the Western males in Butana's capital were murdered; only the white females were spared. Their pale bodies were considered exotic and they were rumored to the most extraordinary fucks - once they were broken in and put in their place.
Wiona Maples, 19, was the daughter of Ambassador Patricia Maples. She had mostly enjoyed her time in this quaint little African country. It was a bit boring, but the fantastic around-the-clock attentive service from the embassy's large staff of Butanian cooks, servants and maids had more than made up for it. Wiona had only to clap her hands and a eager black staffer would be there, ready to serve her.
But now it was Wiona who being forced into service. She had been given to one of the renegade army officers. She had resisted at first, but she soon was tamed after a few hours of rude punishment. Wiona was even forced to watch her own mother being fucked like a common whore; Wiona was amazed how her once-proud Mom submitted so thoroughly to that huge African cock that attacked her cunt and asshole. Watching her mother suck the cum from the cock that had just pulled out of her ass brought home the fact final realization
there was nothing for her but to give her Black Master everything and anything he demanded.
Wiona's pussy never seemed to be able to stretch enough to take all of Colonel Nomvebi's dick without pain. The big African always liked it rough and hard when he banged her pussy and asshole. And he liked it often.
Wiona cried as Nomvebi grunted in her ear, "They will never find you or your mother. And you will give me many babies!" His large hands cupped her buttocks and arched her slender body up in order take every inch of his dark shaft as he started emptying a particularly heavy load of his thick cum deep in her uterus.
"Move your little white ass, bitch! Yeah, that's it! Keep pumping out my cum! Work for my baby! Ahhhhhh...."
Nomvebi held Wiona's butt tightly in place, rotating her hips as he continued to impregnate the girl with the virile jism that pumped from his heavy black balls...
Uhura Chooses Young Marcela to be Her Prison Bitch.
But it was not only the African males who got to exploit and enjoy what the stranded Western girls had to offer. In their haste - and desperation - to flee from the marauding gangs of rebels and renegade army thugs, many Western females thought that maybe, just maybe, one of the handful of woman's jails and prisons might provide some kind of shelter.
But they would instead find, to their dismay, that their fates inside any one of these all-female African institutions would offer only another form of slavery and depravity...
Marcela, an earnest French aid-worker had come to Butana to help organize water and food projects for the benefit of the ordinary rural villagers. She had managed to evade the rape gangs that roamed the countryside and had finally found refuge inside the small woman's prison located in a rather isolated valley outside the capital.
Yes, they would take Marcela in - but she would have to be put in with the general prison population. The rapists would never think of looking for a white girl there. But Marcela would discover that once there, she would be just another inmate expected to abide by prison rules.
And one prime prison rule was that pretty young foreign white girls were expected to be sexual slaves to any tough African woman who wanted her.
Uhura was the biggest, toughest inmate in the institution. This was no longer an opinion, but a fact, because Uhura had just established herself as the toughest by thoroughly beating her nearest competition into a pulp.
And there was nothing Marcela could do but obediently comply when Uhura sat on top of her and told her, "My nipples need you to suck them, white girl. Suck them now and get them real hard before I start teaching you how to lick my pussy....."
Brenda Suffers One Last Ass-fucking Before She is Sold.
Brenda had served as the personal secretary to the Ambassador of another Western embassy in Butana's capital city. Her first shock was see the Ambassador shot dead as he tried to flee the surly crowd of rebels who had forced their way into his office. But that was only the beginning for Brenda. The next three days was a horrible mix of painful spankings, whippings and the most humiliating forced sex as the rebels turned Brenda in a whore.
Brenda could hear the cries of other white females throughout the building as they suffered from the attentions of one African cock after another. Her own snatch was leaking constantly from the mixed overflow of the many different dicks that were using it and her anus was sore from the way they liked to fuck her from behind.
There was no thought of resisting now; Brenda knew her body no longer belonged to her any more. No need to struggle, only the duty to give them what they wanted...
Brenda sobbed quietly as the rebel leader steadily pushed that overly-thick dick of his up her asshole.
"Mmmmm... Gaaa...", the big African grunted as the interior anal walls of Brenda's ass tightly gripped his engorged black shaft. He had begun to really enjoy his twice-a-day ass-fuckings with this petite but firm-bodied white girl and how she made him cum so hard. But the offer from the Arab was good money. He knew his Arab client was getting impatient standing there, but he was determined to enjoy Brenda one last time...
"Move that ass, bitch... fuck me back... Big eh? You'll miss my black sausage up the us, won't you? A pity they sold you. C'mon now, fuck harder and make me cum! Your new owner is waiting and you don't want him to get impatient!"
"Ohhhh... Godddd...!" Brenda trembled from the agony of the African's assault as he started to get his rhythm established, his foot-long cock slamming to the hilt against her captive buttocks.
Regine Obediently Asks to be Whipped.
The American food-aid coordinator in Butana was an attractive 25 year-old brunette by the name of Regine Stewert. Ms. Stewert had seen some disquieting signs of unrest and preparations for violence some weeks ago, but her dedication to her job kept her from taking one of the early flights out of the country. Then it had been too late.
With a few other Westerners, Regine had sought refuge inside the notorious Jumbuti Woman's Prison at the edge of the city. Regine had a fleeting acquaintance with the middle-aged African woman who served as the prison's warden. While the woman, Miss Ngata, had made Regine somewhat uncomfortable being around her at times, Regine could only hope that she could provide shelter there.
Miss Ngata was indeed happy to take in Regine and her friends. It was not until Ngata summoned the prison guards to handcuff the other girls did Regine realize that there had been a reason why she felt entirely at ease with Miss Ngata. Ngata gave Regine the choice of being given over to one of the rape gangs - or to follow orders and obey.
"Take off your clothes, girl, and get to your knees so you can eat my pussy. Do it now!" Regine had never licked a pussy before, but Miss Ngata was experienced at teaching new girls. After a few attempts, Regine started to learn how to use her tongue sloppy-wet on that black pussy; how Miss Ngata liked to hold Regine's head in place by her hair as she climaxed hard. Miss Ngata's cunt-juice was thick, slimy and foul-tasting and Regine gagged the first time she had to clean out that African cunt with her tongue. But there behind the locked doors of her office, Miss Ngata gave Regine a few more opportunities to get used to it. In fact, it was four times within an hour that Miss Ngata's body shook as her pussy smothered the girl's mouth with more of her rancid juices.
With her mouth still tasting of the Prison Warden's rank pussy juice and musty asshole, the American girl has passed her first test.
Now the Warden tells her, "You must prove to me that you deserve the privilege of eating my pussy and ass every day. Show me why I should keep you as my property."
"This is Lamuba and Cybara, two of my most trusted guards. I want you to beg them to whip you while I watch. I want you to beg them to whip you hard, so hard that you faint. They'll do a good job if you ask them nicely. Then I'll reward you by letting you spend the night with all three of us...."
Missus Lamumba Examines Her White Slaves.
Things are tough and brutal in the Third World. There are mostly places in which there are those who have and those who don't. There are few controls concerning what is right and wrong; that is mostly a matter of those who have power deciding what is right.
Even in the midst of the chaos that was taking place in Butana, those who had real power did not worry. The renegades, the rebels, the Army and the gangs all understood there were those who controlled the gold and the mines; people who should not be bothered in any way.
People whose names were not to be mentioned. People who, if they asked for something, should be given it without hesitation, without question.
Missus Lamumba was such a person. Her husband was a powerful man who controlled the country's docks, harbors and railways. Her own family controlled 80% of the gold mines in the country and interest in others throughout Africa. When Missus Lamumba made it known to her underlings that she wanted something, she got it.
Missus Lamumba's instincts had told her that the ongoing violence within the country was the perfect time to arrange for the abduction of the two young Western nuns she had seen working among the villages for the last year. It was she who had made sure that nothing would happen to them, even when they naively traveled within the most dangerous areas to do their work. Both of them so pretty, in their early twenties....Yes, it was time.
It had been almost a week now, the two white nuns were being trained and punished daily. Missus Lamumba was in no hurry. In her experience, it would be best if their suffering went on for at least 6 months.
She wouldn't would have to wait that long to sample them, of course...
"You poor girl," Missus whispered to the taller white slave. " Your eye is beginning to swell shut. I told them not to touch your faces. I promise to punish whoever did this."
Missus gently moved a finger to the nun's lips, getting a thrill when the nun opened her mouth, accepting Missus finger at first, then sucking it softly.
"Mmmm..Yes, so nice. You're going to make such a sweet slave.....
There comes the time when a victim or slave-to-be realizes that there is no hope or anything to be gained by resisting those who own or control her. Any resistance would only make things much worse than what has already been inflicted or is about to be inflicted.
There is only the surrender of her body and soul to whatever desires her Master/Mistress might harbor; the slave can only let herself be used, sold, punished - or worse.....
The American girl, Lacey, had come to such a realization. The journey that began with her kidnapping in the States had now ended in this hot, dingy room somewhere in the Middle East. Her pale body and exotic blonde looks had commanded a very good price.
"Don't worry, Rehib, this infidel bitch's whip-marks will fade shortly and her skin will be flawless for your enjoyment," the Arab slave-seller said reassuringly.
Mr. Rahib was already rubbing his exposed cock up against the white slave's smooth buttocks, exciting himself for all to see. "You have always sold me the best of flesh, my friend, I'm not worried. But I hope you don't mind if I bend her over right here and take my first sample of that tight pussy..."
"Of course not, you're one of my best customers, Rehib..."
"Did you hear the salesman, slave? I'm gonna fuck your white cunt in front of everybody. And you better fuck me back like the white whore you are 'cause I'm gonna buy you anyway and you don't want me angry with you... understand?"
Rosiline was made to witness the whipping and beating of the other Western slave who had be abducted and transported to Arabia at the same time as she.
Rosiline had not gotten the girl's name - speaking between slaves was strictly prohibited - she only knew that the other girl had pushed way the probing hand of one of the female "hosts" when the both of them were escorted into the large room where their new owners had gathered to inspect them.
The other girl had started to scream and beg when they started in on her with their bamboo rods, their whipping being done with hard and heavy-handed swings. But her cries only resulted in the whippings becoming heavier and faster.
One of Rosiline's Arab owners laughed as he and his wife fondled and pinched at Rosiline's fine young breasts.
"You 're going to see your haughty friend there whipped to death. It's going to take all night before she finally dies, but we'll all enjoy taking our turns on her. If you try to look away, you'll suffer the same fate!"
"Yes, my sweet," the Arab's wife chimed in. "This is a good way for you to see for yourself what happens to those who forget their place. And your place here is to be our sex-slave, my husband's and mine. There's a lot of dick sucking, cunt licking and ass tonguing ahead of you..."
In her own little cell tucked away in the far side of the prison cellar, the lovely British tourist-turn-fucktoy named Katherine fell to her knees as Warden Nukuuma unlocked the door and entered the room.
Katherine was innocent of all the charges brought against her, but that didn't matter.
Twenty years was the sentence.
And nobody even knew that she was here.
There were only the reports of her having gone missing while traveling deep in the interior of the small African country's lush, thick rainforest. Of course, the local authorities said they were doing their very best to find Katherine. But there had been other vanishings of other Westerner girls lately - with none being discovered yet; all of them young and beautiful and strong-minded and stubborn enought to risk venturing off by themselves. Their respective families were crazy with grief and fear for their missing daughters...
But Warden Nukuuma knew just where they all had ended up. In the especially-built slave-holding section that he had commissioned for the large cellar of the women's prison that he oversaw.
Secure and soundproof, where unwanted ears could not hear the sounds that the missing white girls made as Nukuuma assaulted them over and over again.
Nukuuma loved how each light-skinned bitch moaned and cried as he opened and stretched their tight cunts and assholes with his huge African dick.
Katherine had been the latest captive and the Warden had spent the better part of the week visiting her cell at night; abusing her hard and rough.
So many times.
So many ways.
All of her resistance had been fucked out of her now. Now she knew only to please him....
Katherine looked up at the Warden for his approval at the way she so obediently knelt before him and started to massage his huge black cock with her soft hands.
"Mmmmm, you're learning fast. Just like all the other white bitches down here," the Warden complimented Katherine as his shaft began to grow in length by her efforts. " You really want me to fuck you rough, don't you, bitch? Tell me you want it because you love me..."
"Yes, Master, I love you so much. Please fuck me. Please hurt me when you fuck me..." She lied.
Some girls, like Rhonda, found themselves entering the realms of slavery because they had no choice.
Rhonda, a tall, trim beauty from the States, had not been captured or kidnapped into her present situation. Instead she had been forced into offering herself into slavery in order to save family.
Rhonda's errant brother had cheated the Cartel out of a good-sized chunk of drugs and money. The people that he cheated were not the types to forgive or forget. They hadn't been able to find him, but they did find his family.
It was only at the last moment that Rhonda has discovered that those Latin gunmen had been sent to kill her, her young sister and her mother. It was only at the last moment that she managed to make a deal that the ruthless men south of the border found acceptable: In return for sparing her mother's and sister's lives, Rhonda would offer herself to the debtors; to be used in any way they saw fit.
What the Cartel saw fit was for Rhonda to be the personal slave-for-life to one of their most trusted brothel Madames. After all, Mamacita had served them well and had earned them all at lot of money.
What better a reward that the gift of her own slavegirl?
For Mamacita, the gift could not be better; a nice Anglo puta to be broken and shaped into whatever Mamacita wanted her to be. For sex, domestic service, even for earning some extra money on the side.
Mamacita loved the process of breaking in and breaking down a girl. But since Rhonda had been given to her as her personal property, Mamacita was especially going to enjoy herself.
"Please, please, don't hurt me so much! I won't be bad! I promise!"
"I know, sweetie. But I'm still going to hurt you. A lot. No need to beg. It's going to be every day and night, sweetie. For months and months and months. You'll know nothing but pain and suffering for months and months. And then you'll love and adore your Mamacita. Forever."
It was in Chinatown that sweet Tara gave others so much pleasure by her ultimate surrendering of herself.
The bored, pampered ladies of the Asian Ladies Torture Society had especially ordered the kidnapping of a white college cheerleader for their latest sex and death toy. After all, what else could provide so much joy as the degradation of a perky, yellow-haired college cheerleader?
Just the thought had the older Asian women wetting themselves in anticipation. It took them a few weeks to choose Tara as the one they wanted, but it was all worth it when she arrived all bound and tied and frightened.
They had such a good time with Tara during the month's time before tonight. Tara might have cried and protested a bit loudly at first - but within a short time she provided such good entertainment with the way she trembled and obeyed orders to be silent as each of the Ladies abused her lovely, well-shaped behind with their various paddles and whips.
The Ladies taught Tara things that she had never thought of doing; using her stout little tongue to stimulate their aged pussies and assholes; how to show one's devotion by the sucking of toes and underarms; how to properly swallow the yellow streams of pee that the Ladies directed into her offered mouth as a reward for her various efforts to keep them pleased.
Yes, Tara had done well, very well. Now it was time for her to provide the Asian Ladies Torture Society with what they considered to be the best entertainment and service of all....
She could only cry.
"Come over to the sink, pretty Tara. so I position you properly. You such a good girl and we all like how you scream before. We take turns, go slowly, take pieces for souvenirs to remember you by. Make you scream loud. Scream long, long time, okay? Give us big thrill! Make us wet! Every Lady here very, very good...."
Rollo had kept an eye on the white landlord and his daughter for some time.
He followed them from a distance whenever one or the both of them came down into the 'hood to collect rents from their various properties, usually around the first week of the month.
Rollo was an experienced thug who mostly preyed upon the inhabitants of the ghetto in which they all lived, but Rollo deduced that there was more money to be made by robbing whites than his fellow blacks who were more often than not, as poor as he was. Besides, a lot of the poor black folks carried guns in order to deal with thugs like Rollo.
The white landlord was Mr. Smyles and his 25 year-old daughter's name was Amy. Rollo liked how good Amy Smyles' body looked through her tight skirt and blouse. He was determined to have it all if he got the chance.
The chance came the evening that Amy chose to come down by herself to collect the rent from the managers of a few of their old apartment buildings not far from where Rollo was hanging out.
Rollo spotted the large canvas bag Amy was carrying; must be hundreds of dollars, maybe even a thousand.
He also took another look-over of Amy's body; a nice peice of ass, he thought....
When it happened, Amy never had a chance to resist. Rollo's gun was pressed against her head and he was ordering her to shut up or he'd kill her, forcing her into the darkened alley, tearing off her clothes......
"If you don't do exactly like I say, I'm gonna shoot you, bitch, understand?" Amy knew that he meant what he said.
No one else was going come into the area, so Rollo took his time in directing the scared Amy in just how he wanted her to suck the cock that he shoved at her face and how he wanted her to lick his big, low-hanging balls.
Amy's mouth barely fit around Rollo's dick but Rollo was patient and fed it to her an inch or so at a time until she could almost take half of it down her gullet.
"Ohhhh, shit! Bitch!" Rollo grunted as he held Amy's head steady as he flooded her mouth and throat with his cum.
Amy obediently gagged and swallowed every ounce of the jism that Rollo's balls pumped out - but she thought, Okay, He's cummed out now. It's over and he'll let me go....
But Rollo surprised Amy by lifting her up on top of a full garbage can and spreading her legs, saying, "Don't you worry, girl. I still gots plenty of cum left and my dick stays hard for hours, bitch!"
"Yeahhh, I told ya I wasn't through with ya yet," Rollo chuckled as he slowly started forcing his big cock into the white girl's exposed pussy. "Uhhhh, tight, nice and tight. You ain't never had no dick like mine, huh? Hell, I is hitting the back of yo' cunt and I still only gots half my cock in ya, bitch! Keep quiet, bitch. Just you and me back here and I'm gonna fuck ya as long as I wanna. Gonna fuck ya in your sweet white ass too..."
Amy gasped in pain as Rollo began abusing her pussy.
"Yeahhh... Uhhhh... You takin' it all now! Maybe I keep ya instead of kill ya. Make ya have my baby... how'd you like that, bitch?"
FUN IN THE OFFICERS' COMPOUND
The Japanese officers' compound. set discreetly apart from the regular barracks of their soldiers, offered a welcome respite from the dreary effects of war. Here, the various upper-echelon officer corp. was able to enjoy their supply of fine saki, imported Japanese mistresses, native music and other privileges that were unavailable to the common infantrymen. Another spoil of war provided to those officers was a plentiful supply of white-skinned Western women prisoners who had been picked out from the rest of the female captives on the basis of their youth and good looks. Since these Western bitches were all considered as inferior anyway, it was only natural that they would be pressed into service as slave whores. That way, they could repay their Japanese Masters for the time, effort and food that was being so generously provided them.
At first, some of the white whores might have resisted - but a few public executions and torture sessions soon dissuaded any more ladies from being difficult.....
Colonel Tamai's hand reached out to test the firmness of the white Western bitch's breasts. "Hmmmm, not bad, not bad, " the Colonel muttered. "You white cunts have much bigger tits on you than our more dainty and refined Japanese women, but I like them big, sometimes.
Yes, you're quite passable. And I'm sure that the rest of your body will work hard to please your new Master unless you want more lessons from my riding crop. Your friend there seems to have gotten into the spirit of things. I'm sure you will be able to do the same...."
The vast green vistas of the surrounding tropical countryside never failed to inspire General Inoguchi with it's beauty. Every morning, without fail, Inoguchi made it a point to walk the steep incline to the top of the hill above his quarters in order to spend a half-hour or so just taking in the grand sweep of jungle and forest that stretched for tens of miles. The wonderful sights and crisp, tropical air worked to infuse the General with a fresh infusion of vigor and well-being. But Inoguchi had also discovered the advantage that came from having the pretty American prisoner named Alicia accompany him on his morning journey. This white captive nurse reminded him so much of that girl that he had dated back in his younger days as a visiting university student in America; the thick dark brown hair, those pretty, inviting pink lips... It was only natural that the General use Alicia's submissive mouth to further enliven the atmosphere as he surveyed the panoramic scenery around him.
"Yes, it's all so beautiful up here," General Inoguchi commented as he looked out over the surrounding valley. All made so much better by the tight warmness of his female prisoner's lips firmly and obediently stroking his hard cock, of course. A wonderful prisoner, this Western girl. So dedicated to fulfilling his needs. And she was doing such a good job, just as he expected and demanded.
"It is almost time," the General said. "Almost time for us to go, so you better move that mouth a bit faster. "
His lovely prisoner wet lips immediately began to work his member harder, faster, and it was only a minute or so before the General felt his balls starting to twitch......" Uhhhhhh, " the General grunted as he grasped the girl's head with both hands and began bucking his hips, beginning to empty his cum-stream into her mouth.
To solidify comradery and ensure fellowship amongst the officer ranks, there was nothing that worked better than evenings spent together in the officer's quarters taking turns with one of the Western female prisoners.. Many an argument was forgotten and many a relationship was solidified over these lust and sex-filled hours. The Yankee nurse Wiona might have resented her captivity and enslavement to her Japanese captors, but she was helpless to resist in any way if she wished to avoid a fate that would be very much more severe than the sexual abuse that she was being subjected to. But Wiona was forced to betray her nation and her cause by letting her mouth, ass and cunt be used for the benefit of the enemy. She realized that she was now considered nothing more than a lowly, inferior bit of white fuck-meat to these Japanese officers.
They treat her roughly and crudely, giving no attention to how much they hurt or abused her. The assaults upon her filled her with thick deposits of semen that continued to leak from her cunt and anus throughout the day and night. Wiona didn't know if she could survive the term of her enslavement, had doubts if she had the mental and physical capacity to endure the daily and nightly line up of hard and ready cocks..
It hurt Wiona as the young lieutenant slammed his cock hard up her ass one last time and began to shoot his load of cum deep within her tortured rectum. He had roughly assaulted her asshole for quite a while and now he was shuddering as he held on to Wiona tightly and made her his bitch by depositing his own gift of cum to intermingle with all that of the previous officers who had taken their turns riding her.
Sometimes an officer felt obligated to show his appreciation to someone from the lower ranks for some extraordinary feat or person service.
This was the case for General Abe, the overall prison camp commander who oversaw a sprawling complex that included over 500 Western female inmates. What Abe particularly appreciated was the covert services provided by Sergeant Matsuda in the way of choosing and separating the most attractive adult female prisoners from al the rest and making them available to the General and his closest associates. These frightened and broken white captives usually turned out to be very accommodating and compliant sexslaves, easily made to perform even the most deviant and perverted sexual acts. As participants in a war that was dirty and bloody, General Abe and his selected favourite staff officers felt a real need for female flesh and the relief that only a woman's tight pussy and ass could provide.
Sergeant Matsuda had made sure that the prisoners had been properly whipped and disciplined well before they were presented at one of the General's private orgies. By the orgy's end, these cowed prisoners had performed as well as the most seasoned whore, giving the General and his guests the most enjoyable of fuckings and making sure that everyone had been satisfied. For this, General Abe was indeed grateful to Sergeant Matsuda...
The Sergeant deserved a reward for his faithful services , General Abe had decided. Such a subordinate as Sergeant Matsuda would appreciate being given a nice Western bitch like Miss Sabler to keep as his own. After all, the General had over twenty Western females interned in his own private group of thatched huts, held there for his own use. He could well spare Miss Sabler.
"The Sergeant here will be your Master now," the General told Miss Stabler. "Now be still, the Sergeant is going to carve his initials on you in case there are any questions concerning his ownership..."
Even in the midst of war, love can sometimes blossom. This was the case with young Major Isi and the cute, freckle-faced redhead prisoner, Maddie Henshaw. Miss Henshaw, a pale-skinned, firm-bodied 18 year-old daughter of the former British Colonial Administrator and Major Isi, the hardened and much-decorated infantry officer, would seem to be unlikely lovers at first glance. After all, it was Major Isi who had personally beheaded Maddie's beloved father with his battle sword and who had dragged Maddie's screaming mother into a nearby shack in order to enjoy fucking the middle-aged woman for quite some time before giving her to his men for their enjoyment.
Yes, Major Isi and Maddie Henshaw were lovers - although she was his lover because she had no choice. Enthralled with Maddie's red hear and green eyes, the Major had informed her that wither she would belong to him or else he would turn he over to his men as he had done with her mother. Maddie had not seen her mother since Isi had finished with her - but she still heard her. Heard her crying and moaning throughout the night as Isi's men used her relentlessly.
Maddie, as Major Isi's personal sexslave, had no choice but to service his needs whenever he was back from one of his missions or patrols. To please him, she was forced to act as his lover and his devoted whore; arching her hips and bucking to meet his determined thrusts and obediently presenting her ass up as an offering for his lusting cock. As much as she hated it, she would entwined her tongue with his as he deep-kissed her while fucking her.
Betty Loomis had not been able to evacuate off the island as news of the Japanese invasion troops caused most of the small American
community to panic and flee in a hastily-assembled fleet of boats. She had heard the news too late, the word reaching her at her nature research encampment days after most of her Western compatriots had left. Try as she might, she was only able to elude the many patrols of Japanese soldiers for a few days before being captured and taken to meet the stern and imposing Colonel Shinzo at his headquarters cabin.
A deeply suspicious man, Colonel Shinzo immediately considered Betty Loomis to be a clever spy left behind to report on the activities of he and his men. This had happened to one of his now-disgraced fellow officers on another previously-held island some time ago and Shinzo was not prepared to take any chances with this seemingly innocent Yankee female. If she was indeed a spy, the Colonel would make sure that she would eventually confess everything to him.
Colonel Shinzo was gruff as he addressed the agonized bitch prisoner who trembled before in fear. "It is no use for you to try and deceive any longer with your lies. I am insulted that you think me such a fool to believe that you are just some innocent American who happens to be on this island studying plants! Why don't you just confess and tell me all about your mission and about those who sent you? If you do that, I'll bring an end to your pain by just having you shot as the spy that you are. Otherwise, the harsh treatment that you've gotten is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you before you die......"
Myra Johanson, Salesclerk: Last Seen, April, Sweden. Destination: Hong Kong.
It had been almost two months since Myra had been kidnapped as she left work at the late-closing sexshop. She didn't particularly like working there but she really needed the job and the customers were easy to get along with - except that creepy old gentleman, Mr. Voss, who made it a point to drop in every day to "browse" the explicit magazines that lined the walls. He never bought anything - but who buys magazines nowadays?
It seemed that he was more interested in looking at Myra's shapely young form that anything else in the shop. Myra felt uncomfortable, knowing that he was constantly examining her from head to toe. Staring and smiling, as though considering some private joke.
"Don't worry," Myra's store manager assured her blandly. " Old Voss has been coming around here for years. He's weird, but harmless."
But he wasn't entirely harmless - as Myra learned when she exited the shop that night to confronted by a strange-faced Mr. Voss carrying that dangerous-looking pistol.
"You will come with me and you will make no noise! If you try to run away, I will shoot you."
"What do you want?"
"Only to fuck you, dear. I have a place all ready for you. You are my fourth girl; don't worry, I will take good care of you."
As Myra found out, by 'taking good care', Mr. Voss meant almost two months of days and nights of abuse and punishment. So much pleasure for Mr. Voss, so virile for any old man. So much pain and humiliation for Myra.
Then that day when he came in to bind Myra firmly to the wooden post. "Okay, girl, you have given me a lot of good fucking - but now I want to find a new girl. So now I have some friends who will look you over to see if you're good enough to buy. Miss Bennice and Miss Chen are good customers and they should approve of you for the price...."
"Hmmmm...., I see that you've broken this girl in pretty good, Mr. Voss. She's got the right attitude to serve in one of our establishments. Our customers in Hong Kong really like fair-haired Western girls, but they insist that they be obedient like this one. We'll buy her. When do you think you might have another slave for us...?"
Karen and Ginger, Sisters: Last Seen, November, New York . Destination: Turned Into Street Whores, New York.
Karen's mouth had trouble fitting around LeRoy's Huge dick at first, but she stretched her lips more when LeRoy growled, " You want some more of my belt on your ass, bitch? If not, you better take it deep in that throat of yours!"
Over on the floor in the corner, her younger 18 year-old sister Ginger was starting to whimper as big Tomas' cock began forcing it's way inside her young pussy yet again. " Yahhhhhh, girl, I'm gonna take me some mores of that! You gots some real tight pussy on ya, baby. And I goin' to fuck you 'til you can't take it any more! Ummmmmm.... You feelin' my big thang splittin' you apart? It hurtin' ya? Well, It sure feel good to me!
Giner tried to struggle, but Tomas' weight was too much and his dick was now impaling her and beginning to slam her up to the balls. This was her third rape-fuck by Tomas and she was already suffering as his huge meat was banging against the rear of her uterus.
As Ginger tried to cover her face in shame and humiliation, Tomas shifted her legs up over his shoulders so he now was able batter her hole at his will. "You mine now, girl. You mine! Your sister over there ain't gonna be able to see ya after tonight 'cause you gonna be Tomas' little whore from now on! Ain't gonna put ya on da street like ma other whores. All yo' holes gonna be full of my cock day and night!
While her sister was crying while being raped, Karen's forced blowjob was beginning to bring LeRoy's monster dick closer and closer to the edge of a big cum-eruption. She could feel it swelling and the taste of salty semen leaking out into her mouth. Then LeRoy hand pushed her head down as his hip bucked.
"Bitchhhhhhh! You doin' it! You doin' good - just like yo' pretty sista blowed me the first time after I slapped her to get her goin'! Must run in da family! Here it comes....... Ahhhhhh....!"
Mrs. Valerie Vandersnoot, Slumlord's Wife: Last Seen, March, Chicago. Destination (alleged): Big Mama's Whorhouse # 3, Atlanta, Georgia.
Valerie sought to keep her balance as Big Roy continued to slam his huge dick against her backsides. She sobbed, but sobbed quietly. They had warned her against making any more loud noises and she knew that doing so would bring more of the relentless belt-whippings that she had endured when they first snatched her out of her car and dragged her into the abandoned apartment building.
Valerie bit her lip in order to keep her silence; Big Roy's big meat was the sixth one to have fucked her so far and it was hitting hard against everything inside her hole. A spasm of pain came with every deep thrust that Big Roy put to her and she was so raw, so tender!
Where was her husband? What did these animals do to him? What had begun as a casual tour of the Vandersnoot slum properties had turned into a nightmare! Valerie was still a good-looking woman, but know she felt so ugly, so low-down.....
"Keep bending over, you pasty bitch!" Big Roy laughed. "Keep that position! That way, you can enjoy everything more, enjoy what Big Roy's got to give ya!"
"Uhhhhhh...." Valerie moaned as Big Roy's cock began hitting a particularly raw spot inside her. "Ohhhh.... Godddddd..."
"Hurry up, B.R.!" The other black hoodlum complained as he kept an armed watch over the two of them. " You been fuckin' dis bitch for almost a half-hour, man! I wants my turns on dat pussy before all dem other dudes get her and wants to jump on her! Hurry up, man!"
"Fuck you, Go-go! I'm gonna be puttin' ma rod to dis white whore until my balls are good and ready! You and all them can just wait 'til I is done!" Big Roy was not one to be hurried and Go-Go and the rest of the gang knew better than try. He started to increase the pace of his fucking now. Really piston-driving his dick and tormenting Valerie's pussy.
"You cryin', real estate lady? Big Roy's dick too big for ya? Too strong for ya? You better thank me - 'cause I gettin' you ready for what's comin', baby. You gots a lotta black dicks that gonna be fuckin' ya tonight. Then you probaby gonna be spending the rest of your days makin' us money in some whorehouse! Yeah, them days of bein' a rich bitch is over! You gonna be just another druggie white whore who fucks black dicks!"
Janice Clements, University Student: Last Seen, October, London. Destination: Central America.
"Please let me go," Janice had begged the two hooded men who had abducted her from her student dorm room that cool autumn night.
She had been studying alone, no one else on the floor. As always, the abductors had good advance intelligence; Janice beautiful looks, prim but shapely, full-breasted body fit the would-be buyer's requirements. It had taken a few days to take a good photo of her and show it to the buyer and get his final approval. The operation had been carried out without a problem; after all, these men knew their business. The strange-smelling rag that suddenly smothered her face from behind was the last thing Janice remembered......
But Janice would always remember the time when she came to and saw that big, swarthy man standing over her as she lay on that mattress. The room had walls of concrete. The man was naked. Janice was even more startled when she saw the size of his erection.
"Ah, been waiting for the chloroform to wear off. You can scream if you want, scream as loud as you can. Go ahead. No one will hear you. This place is where I do all my breaking in of the new girls before I send them off. You can call me Manuel," the man said with a decided Latin accent. "But in a few weeks, you'll be calling me 'Master' before we're done with each other...."
Janice did scream. She fought. She begged and cried. But Manuel knew how to apply pain; he was an expert at it. He also knew to punish-rape a proper English girl. He had broken so many tougher girls with that huge cock of his. After a while, Janice was just a whimpering, compliant piece of pussy-meat who now obediently spread her legs and humped her hips as best she could to please him. And called him 'Master'.
Janice was ready for the cargo plane that was scheduled to land on that private airstrip in Central America. And to Senora's 'Cabla Sex House No. 2 '.
Janice was special. The only the clients who were willing to pay twice the normal rate would be able to climb the stairs that led up to where Janice would be available to them and their eager cocks. Yes, a white beauty like Janice would last for almost year before she was used up and either put down with the regular whores or perhaps bought to serve as a wife to some village farm laborer who would use her womb to make babies...
But for now, Janice's duty was to show her devotion to the house madam, the Senora. The Senora would, in turn, show Janice exactly what would be required of her...
"Oh, my dear English girl, you know your place," giggled the Senora. "It looks like you and I are going to get along just fine, si? Come, get into bed with me. You must be so frightened and unsure and my pussy is so wet. You will feel better after you eat my cunt. Then maybe I might let you spend some time with the other girls...."
Rebecca Tortel, Socialite: Last Seen, April, Los Angeles. Destination: Detroit Ghetto.
Abdul was impatient. He yelled at Rebecca, "C'mon, baby, gets yo' ass over here! I done let yo' sleep for over an hour! Enough! I wanna fuck, girl. Look at this damn cock, see how it's all hard an' all?"
"But my arms are still tied behind my back, sir! It's hard for me to get off the bed. It's so hard to stand!" She tried to get off the bed; she feared he might hurt her again if she made him angry. But bound like she was, Rebecca tumbled, naked, to the filthy wooden floor.
"Clumsy white bitch," Abdul sneered. "Well, the floor is where you belongs anyway, right? Right, bitch?"
"Yessir," Rebecca sobbed as Abdul turned her over on her back.
He was massaging that hard and ready shaft of his. "Yeah, fuckin' you on the floor, that's gonna be good. Spread them legs, honey. Spread 'em wide for this dick," he ordered as he got on top of her.
"Aaaghh...," Rebecca groaned in pain as the huge cock forced it's way deep in her abused pussy. Her cunt was fucked raw. He fucked her so much, so often....
"That's right, bitch, give it to me. Give it up, bitch!" Abdul began to take her like he always did; rough and hard. Pretty soon he was was assaulting that white pussy with his rhythm. Fap, fap, fap, fap....
"Bitch! No-class bitch! Not so high and mighty now, are ya, cunt?" Fap, fap, fap,fap.......
So began another day of shame and humiliation for Rebecca Tortel, the daughter of a high-society billionaire and a well-publicized society girl.
But now instead of ritzy restaurants and fancy hotels, Rebecca's life consisted of a locked and boarded room in a derelict building deep in the Detroit ghetto. Instead of attentive waiters and valets, there was now Abdul's demanding eleven-inch black dick.
Abdul had been scouting good places to burglarize in the more posh Los Angeles areas when he had decided upon the Turtle Mansion. Lots of potential valuables, enough to pawn off and live on for some time. But to his surprise, there was this fine-lookin' gal asleep in that big bed upstairs..... plans change.
Well, fucking the white gal on the floor was nice, but Abdul was determined to take every bit of pride out of her - put her on an even level with the everyday ghetto sistas in the 'hood....
"Oh, no! Not that! Noo...," Rebecca protested as Abdul started to poke a finger up her anus.
"Shut up, girl. You gonna learn how to take a dick up that little ass of yours just like the regular bitches around here. Don't make me have to whip ya again! Ya know, we'll just sit in that chair so I can take my time teachin' ya...."
"Uggghhhhhhh.... Aaaaaaeeeee....!" Rebecca' s cries was shrill and she gritted her teeth in agony as Abdul forced her to move her ass up and down on his monster cock.
"So good, baby! So goooood! You ain't no debutante no more, bitch! You gonna learn to like my cock up your ass just like a whore on the street!"
Nitya Kanikynko, Aspiring Model: Last Seen, May, Bushuku Village. Destination: Moscow.
The police had put a general alert out for 19 year-old Nitya but so far, no reports of her whereabouts. Not a high priority, understand. Her parents were dead and her only living relative was an uncle in Moscow, almost 500 miles away. People said that she was determined to be a model and that she had bragged about moving to Moscow and staying with Uncle Boris, her late aunt's husband, so that she could take her time looking for that big break. No, the villagers shook their heads, you're too short. You're pretty enough but they want their models really tall and skinny. But Nitya wouldn't listen to that. she had saved up her money and boarded the bus to Moscow.
Only Uncle Boris claimed that Nitya never arrived. How strange, he said. Probably she just met someone on the bus and decided to go off with them, you know how young girls are....
But Nitya was closer than the police knew. In fact, she was chained to a wall of Uncle Boris' cellar. Built to withstand the bombings of WWll, it was more like a bunker; one hundred feet underground - and Boris had designed a special cell where he could visit his perky-looking female 'guest' as often as he wanted. No one knew of the cellar room and no sounds could escape it's thick walls.
Boris was a big man. In every way. Some friends joked that his late wife, Nitya's aunt, died from Boris' fucking. Supposedly, Mrs. Boris had whispered to her female friends about how difficult it was to take Boris' huge cock and how he fucked so hard and strong that it was difficult for her to walk afterwards. It was said that even the most veteran prostitutes turned Boris away...
But for Nitya, down in that cellar room, chained to the wall and being fucked yet again by Uncle Boris, there was no doubt.....
"Hhhhhhheeeee.....Please, Uncle! Pleaseeeeeeeee! Uhhhhhh...."
"Mmmm..., Nitya.... So tight....... My little fuck-toy........ You like your Uncle Boris' cock, da? Such a big cock I have....."
flap, flap, fap, flap, flap
"Uhhhhhhh...! It hurts! I can't take it! It's so big.....!"
"Da, it's so big....... You will learn to take it....... You're my woman now....... Your pussy belongs to me....... I take what I want....."
fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap
" Da.....Da....Give in....Daaaa.....Give Boris your pussy..... Gonna fuck you hard all night.... all day...... every day.... every night... Never gonna stop fucking you...."
fap, fap, fap fap, fap fap, fap
Harriet Is Welcomed to Her New Home:
Harriet Lawson cringed and cried as Nada Sukumu and her brother Akiro groped and pinched her while examining her every body parts. Meanwhile the seller, Miss Rey, looked on. It was hot and clammy here inside the dried-mud hut which the Sukumu had decided to keep their newly - purchased slave, far away from the cool, crisp climate of Northern England that Harriet had spent her life; a life in which 19 year-old Harriet had been very happy and content.
All of Harriet's plans had now been changed. The Sukumus had seen to that.
Among the elite ruling clans who ran the small African country of Tarmaninogo, the Sukumus wanted to be able to feel that they had something that would set them apart from the others of their ilk. Nothing better to brag about than having their very own little white English house and sex slave to make things interesting around the home....
"Look at this white slave very closely, now," cautioned the slave broker, Miss Rey. My reputation is that all my customers are satisfied with their purchases. "She's trained and broken. If you're not completely satisfied, please feel free to say so and I'll take her back and find someone else."
"No, Miss Rey, this one fits our needs most exactly," chuckled Akiro. "She looks just right. What do you say, sister?"
"She looks fine, brother. I say we made a good buy. Let's gonna put the white bitch into good use right now..."
The Biker's Prize:
Shadyman had spotted Anita Gordon while cruising down a country road on his monster of a motorcycle one warm afternoon. Anita had just gotten off work at the small country store at which she clerked part-time during the summer vacation from college.
The store wasn't far from her family's farm, just a half-mile's stroll up the quiet road. Safe to walk. Nothing bad happened in this rural community. Until Shadyman.
He had decided that Anita was just the kind of gal he wanted - tall, slim, young and blond; a change from the harden, low-life (like himself) motorcycle mamas that he and his fellow bikers usually hung around with.
Shadyman didn't snatch Anita right away. He was the cautious type, not one to make mistakes by doing things without thorough planning. When Anita disappeared two weeks later, it was without a trace. No one saw or heard anything. There were no leads or suspects.
Only Anita Gordon knew what was happening to her - and it was happening pretty often because Shadyman was one horny fellow. A doping, hard-drinking fellow who liked nothing better than coming back after a hard day of arranging dope deals and keeping his bikers in line and ravaging Anita's sore pussy or having her perform some nice girl-girl with one of his regular biker chicks.
Anita would never see her family again. She had a new family now....
"Oh, shit, bitch - here it cums," the biker leader barked out as he started to pump another load of his sperm deep inside Anita's pussy.
"Quit cryin' and just feel thankful that I'm fuckin' ya instead of beatin' on ya again! Arrrgggghhhh.... Damn, you really keep my cum comin'! Pretty soon you're gonna be puttin' out some babies for me!"
The Tourist Who Disappeared:
Diana Hispana was a Spanish university graduate student who liked nothing better than spending her summers traveling as a tourist in the quaint ( to her ) Latin American countries.
As a highly educated member of an upper-class family, she found the villages that dotted the more less-traveled and un-touristy areas of Latin America to be both a source of valuable artifacts and a source of amusement.
Those ignorant villagers so eager to sell her old family artifacts made of or that had elements of gold that Diana usually sneaked back home illegally to display in her family's already-huge collections or to sell to other collectors for large profits. Yes, Diana laughed at just how gullible those stupid villagers were.
Except this year, it was Diana who had been gullible. Gullible enough to believe the rural policewoman who had whispered to her that she knew of a cave deep in the rainforest that contained a hoard of valuable gold and silver artifacts from an ancient tribe.
She would lead Diana to the location on condition that Diana would share half the ill-gotten gains after smuggling the treasure out of the country. Of course, Diana quickly agreed, thinking this backcountry police woman to be as stupid as the rest of peasants that she had met.
Okay, Estella the policewoman told her, sneak out of your hotel at midnight and tell no one about any of this....
There was no treasure. Only a couple of Estella's male police friends who had been waiting.
Diana was going to provide them with a lot of pleasure before they sold her broken-in ass to one of the criminal gangs that dominated the sex trade in that part of Latin America.
"How's it goin', boys? You think this foreign bitch is gonna be able to handle being a whore if we sell her? She's been spoiled and pampered before now."
"Don't you worry, Estella. Me and Ramon is stretchin' all her holes with or cocks. Gettin' her used to how we fuck down here. After we're done with her, she'll be more than ready to work any whorehouse in the country!"
The Mysterious Disappearance of the American Newsgirl:
"She's all yours, girls," came the voice of the guard thru the viewing slot of the cell. " You ladies have been needing something to make life more exciting for you. Even lowly criminals like yourselves deserve the chance to enjoy a little white foreign pussy to your hearts' desire. This American reporter's name is Rene - but you can give her any name you want. She came to this country to stain the great reputation of our esteemed ruler and now she must pay for the rest of her life. We've had our fun with her, now it's your turn to do with her as you will."
"Ah, she's so cute!" laughed the big African prisoner who went by the name of Candera. "Come here, white girl, let me have a real good look at the goods you have to offer me and my friends! Don't be afraid, I may be in here for murder but I know how to treat a sweetie like you..."
"And so do I," added the older black inmate Dotuki as she rudely shoved her fingers inside a dispirited Rene's already sore pussy.
"Hmmm... Such a nice little cunt she has! Just right for my fist and forearm!
Rene voice was fearful and shaking, " No! Please! Please!"
"No need to struggle," Dotuki snickered. " We African gals know how to treat a spoiled American cunt. Pretty soon, we'll have you begging us for more! Open up so that I can push more of my hand in you and feel how deep your pussy is...."
"Yes, you're gonna be a perfect piece of pussy for us to use," Candera told the white prisoner as she started to pull her back to the dark interior of the cell. "You'll find us African ladies to be very good at teaching white troublemaking bitches like you how to show respect . Too bad your news reporting won't be able to tell about how you're gonna be spending the rest of your life eating black pussy..."
What Happened to the Missing Western aid Worker:
"Oh, God! Please stop! Please!" Nicole's voice was loud inside the dingy shack where she was being abused once again by Ajeed, the man she had thought to be so trustworthy. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
"Shut up, you foreign cunt," Ajeed ordered as he continued to hold Nicole by her blonde hair as he fucked her hard with his big cock. He was just beginning to take his pleasure in another one of his long, drawn-out rape sessions. Ajeed had plenty of stamina and it would be over a half-hour of relentless pounding of the Western girl's holes before he would even begin to tire. The same strength that make him so successful as a baggage-carrying guide for foreign aid workers like Nicole also served to make him a almost tireless rape-stud.
"Ughhh... So good.... Keep that white ass up or I'll whip you again! Do you want me to whip you?"
"Then be quiet .... and move your ass around like you know I like it.... Yesss, like that.... Yesssssss.... I knew you were nothing but a whore. All Western women are whores, no matter what they say or do!"
Nicole neck strained with the way her head was pulled back, keeping her in the proper position on all fours. The proper position to take the deep pounding from Ajeed's cock.
"You belong to me, now," Ajeed told the Western woman as he continued to slam his dick into her from behind; the way all white women should be taken, he thought. "You think you're better than us but from now on you will be known only as Ajeed's foreign whore.
If you please me, I will keep you and let you bear my children until I tire of you. If you don't please me, I will sell you off after a few days....
"No need to cry, girl! Just keep that ass of your up so you can show me how much you want me to keep fucking you..!"
The Russian Would-be Model Begins Her Journey:
Mikela one one of the hundreds of aspiring models who had answered the false ad seeking attractive young models. Her answers on the resume that she had sent in made her perfect for what the so-called 'modeling company' had in mind; 19 years old with only an old grandmother as a family member, willing to travel on a moment's notice, unfamiliar with the outside world... Perfect for induction into the Balkan-based white slavery trade that victimized pretty Eastern European girls and made them into money-making sex-slaves exported to the sex dens and bordellos of Western Europe and the States.
It had been a month of training and rape and now Mikela found herself the property of an Albanian slave auctioneer who was enjoying the chance to sample her holes for a few nights before putting her up for sale. Mikela was one of the more attractive slaves that Runulskan had purchased in the last few years; he had no doubt that she would be re-sold for triple the price paid for her.
Such a pretty, tight ass. Yes, still tight......''
"Hmmmm....That's it, that's a nice girl. Lay just like that while I stick my cock in that little pucker of yours.... Like this..."
"Stay still! Don't make me mad, don't make me have to waste my time having to beat you......Hmmmm, you're pretty snug but you're goin to be able to take in the head of my dick without too much of a problem....See..?"
Mikela groaned in pain as Runulskan steadily pushed his meat into her asshole.....
"Don't worry, slave. You'll learn how to take all of this big cock of mine in your ass. It hurts, does it not? You'll learn to like it, I'm sure I'll be able to make you tell me you like before I'm done with you. Here.... let me give you a couple more inches to help you appreciate how I'm being so nice. Hmmmmmmm..... tell me how much you enjoy my cock in your ass.... Tell me how you want me to start fucking your ass harder and harder....Here, why don't I shove it in all the way so you can feel my balls against your butt. You want that, don't you? Ahhhhhhhh.... so tight! Just the way I like it....."
Ralph the Slumlord's Two Daughters:
"Daddy! Daddy-y-y-y!" Annette screamed as the big black thug named Demone continued splitting her open with his huge cock. " Daddy-y-y-y! Help me! Ohhhh, God! Make him stop....!"
But Annette's dad couldn't do anything to help either her or her sister Nancy who was being forcefully stripped of her own clothes by another of Demone's men.
Nancy could only cry helplessly as the gangster tore away the last bits of her blouse saying, "Damn, this is a real nice piece of meat here! Lucky we ain't in no hurry, 'cause I wanna take my time fuckin' this pussy!"
This was the price that Ralph the slumlord was finally paying after years of making good money off the backs of the helpless tenets of his many run-down and rat-infested ghetto apartments.
His paid-for friends up at City Hall wouldn't be able to save him now. In fact, they would never be able to find out whatever happened to Ralph and his two pretty college-enrolled daughters. Ralph would be buried deep in a vacant lot and both Annette and Nancy would spend the rest of their lives servicing countless ghetto cocks in dirty back alleyways and on inner-city street corners...
Annette's mouth opened wide with another scream as Demone rammed his cock in the the hilt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh....... Argghhhhhh..." Demone groaned as his balls began pumping loads of jizzism deep within Annette's belly. "Mmmmmm, baby! I'm gonna fill you up with my cum! Ahhhhhh....!"
"Noooooooo! Daddy-y-y-y! Helppppppp...!"
Fucked Into Submission:
Dolores shuddered as she felt LeRoy's cock began to swell in her cunt. She knew that he was getting ready to shoot another load of his thick baby-making semen deep inside her fertile pussy. She could never go back to her family, even if she somehow managed to escape this one-room ghetto prison that she had been held in since she was kidnapped tow weeks ago. Her mother and father considered blacks to be inferior; what would they think if they discovered that Dolores had birthed a black baby?! And that was what LeRoy had promised to do - to keep flooding her womb with his strong cum and make her produce his babies year after year....
LeRoy dug his strong fingers into Dolores' flesh as he increased his fuck-rhythm, his big dick punishing her raw pussy. " Yeah," LeRoy muttered sternly. "Yeahhhhhhh....."
"Uhhhhhh..." Dolores moaned involuntarily. She had tried to not show any reaction to his pounding- but LeRoy's cock was so big, so hard...His fucking was so masterly.... she had tried to twist away from his battering, but his dick filled every corner of her insides.
"Ohhhhhhh...." His cock hurt her as he continued to fuck her. Would he ever tire of fucking her?
"My woman, you my woman...."
"No-o-o.....I'm n-not...Uhhhhh...N-nooo...Uh, uh, uhhhhhhh...."
Dolores' body betrayed her. How could she find herself feeling some hint of pleasure from being abused so brutally by LeRoy's rock-hard cock?
"Ohhhhhh, baby....Here it cums.....I'm cummmmin'," LeRoy grunted in her ear as he pulled her tight.
Getting Them Ready For the Streets:
Sholonda was the ghetto gangs' main trainer of the white girls who had been bought from various sources and who were destined to serve out the rest of their lives as prostitutes on the streets. Sholonda had a knack of whipping any hope or pride out of these fresh-faced, pampered white girls who were handed over to her. And she liked her work, liked it a lot.
These white girls needed to be totally re-made, to be totally stripped of their self-respect and to made to think of their past lives as vague, distant memories. Yes, usually averaging two months of night-and-day attention to each slave, Sholonda took more time at her training, but the results were well worth the time - and when she finally handed over a girl to her Masters, that girl would never resist following any order and wouldn't try to escape even if left unguarded. Sholonda was very good at her work .
Of course, the money was good - but Sholonda also enjoyed the other perks that came with her job. Every slavegirl-in-training found herself yearning to spend her allotted time with Mistress Sholonda, in her big bed. Licking Sholonda's huge black clit and sucking on her puckered black asshole, showing their devotion; trying to prove their love for her. Sometimes she would honor one of them by pissing down their throats after enjoying one of her orgasms.
Right now, Sholonda had decided to concentrate her attention on the tall, pale ex-cheerleader, Christine. It had been a month now for Christine and she was almost ready. All it would take now would perhaps one or two intense days and nights of Sholonda's most heavy-armed punishment to send Christine over the final edge, from which she would never return.....
"Yes, baby, yes.... Scream for Mama..... It's okay if you scream - because I'm gonna whip you until you faint. Then I'm gonna wake you up and whip you 'til you faint again! I know you want that. I know that you need it. You're not gonna try to pull away from my little whippin' stick, are you, baby? You're gonna stand right there and take it, ain't ya? Yeahhhh, just like that...such a sweet girl...!"
The Midnight Visitor:
Maurice made his money scouting and obtaining new white flesh to sell to the always-interested ghetto sex trade operators. He spend weeks deciding on which beautiful girl to snatch and eventually sell. By the time he made his move, Maurice would know in minute detail the girl's travel routes, her work habits, where she shopped and how often she slept. He also took great care to log the same information about her family; no need to take any chances or to make any mistakes. When Maurice took a gal, there were no clues as to what had happened to her or who had taken her.
Maurice knew that 18 year-old Tanya would bring him at least five thousand bucks at sale. After following her around for a week or so, he concluded that the best way to abduct her was from her own bedroom. From his observations and a little additional research, Maurice knew that Tanya lived with her divorced father, a man who drank heavily almost every night when he returned from work. A drunk man usually didn't wake easily, even if there was some noises coming from the other bedroom located at the other end of the house....
Maurice liked the idea of taking his time when taking a girl from her own bedroom, he got off on being able to spend some time fucking his victim before binding and gagging her and taking her from the home.
And Tanya looked so good....
"Now, before I take ya outta here, I think me and you is gonna spend a few hours fuckin' right here in your bed," Maurice told Tanya as he showed her his big hunting knife. " Yo' daddy's sleepin' real hard in his room. But if he does wake up, I'm gonna have to do some bad things to the both of ya, understand?"
"P-Please, please don't hurt me! Please...!"
Maurice began shifting Tanya in the bed, getting her ready for his big cock. "Don't worry. The only thing that's gonna be hurtin' ya is this big dick of mine..."
Showing Homage to Their Ghetto Mama:
Sarah and Debora were two sisters who had been kidnapped from their college dorm some days ago. Sweet, good-looking white girls like them would bring in a lot more money for Mama Maybelle's inner-city whorehouse. Mama had paid out so good money to get these two and she wasn't the type to have a lot of patience when it came to getting a return on her investments.
" The both of you is gonna do what you is told or I'm gonna take the belt to you again and this time it will be real bad for ya , I promise! I don't wanna hear no more cryin' and complainin' 'bout your families or how bad you is feelin'. From now on, you is nothing but my whores. Just 'cause you is white gals don't mean you get any better treatment than my regular girls who been workin' here a long, long time!"
The other black and brown whore were having a good time looking in on the sight of Mama and the two white slavegirls. They giggled, knowing that Mama soon would be testing both of them by ordering each to start licking her old black pussy. Some of them wagered that Mama would have to subject them to another one of her heavy-handed session with the wide leather belt strap that she liked to use for discipline before the two sisters would finally begin to realize that this was indeed a serious situation. Then Debora and Sarah would spend the night eating Mama's experienced old cunt and ass before the whores would get their turns with these newcomers. Yes, these two white girls would be spending a lot of time getting to know how things worked down in the ghetto....
"Mmmmm....That's right, just keep on suckin' on my titties," Mama Maybelle sternly told Sarah and Debora.
"You two is sisters...I ain't never had two sisters lickin' my holes before," Mama added as she began fingering her old clit as the two slavegirls continued to thrill her body more and more as they suckled her big nipples. " One of you is gonna be eating my pussy real good while the other one is sucking all nice on my asshole. I'll teach ya both how to do it just right...."
Jenny's First Day Begins: Miss Danvoksi, the very efficient Assistant for Arrivals at the Training Center, watched as Maid 23 prepared to march Jenny off to her assigned cell. Of course Maid 23 just had to add her own punishment to that that had already been applied to the new girl.
Once a new girl arrived, her tender, untried body would be constantly whipped, paddled and caned by all the Maids and Mistresses at the Center; that was the best way to rid them of any hope and to rip away their spirits.
The Center's Mistresses and Maids were experts at the art of inflicting extensive punishments without leaving any permanent markings. The Training Center specialized in the preparation of innocent young maidens for a life of slavery. The moneyed interests who were the customers demanded the slaves be thoroughly broken - but without markings or scarrings of any kind.
The Experienced ladies who wielded the leather and the wood were among the best at what they did.
Jenny was being taken to her cell where Maiden 23 would immediately begin her sessions of hard, merciless beatings and humiliation; hours of it.
Things would only calm down when the Maiden would tire from her efforts and allow Jenny tongue to make things feel all better...
Miss Donvoksi fingered her wet pussy at the thought of her upcoming visit to Jenny's cell that night. Jenny would be frightened and weeping after all she would have gone through in the next twelve hours or so. Miss Donvoksi would provide Jenny with the comfort of her needy, shaven cunt for Jenny to lick and worship.
A new girl was always willing to do the nastiest kinds of pussy eating, just as she was instructed.
УYouТll be a good little obedient cunt, wonТt you Jenny? We and I gonna spend some quality time togetherЕ. ItТs gonna be a long, wet night for you. Mostly for your faceЕ gonna teach you a lot of tricks youТve never heard of before. You wonТt like any of themЕ but IТm a very patient trainer. And like them or not, youТll end up mastering all of themЕФ
Mistress Anna Makes an Advanced Sale: Mistress Anna Ranski was one of the three Ranski sisters who had long owned the Training Center and who oversaw every detail of it's daily operations.
Known as very serious owners with very serious and dangerous friends, the Ranskis has run their business since they were in their 20's, in their Eastern Europe beginnings. Now they had relocated to another locale entirely, a place that afforded them protection and access to transportation links that helped in the logistics of moving slaves.
The usual way of the Center was for sales of broken slaves to be held once a month. That was when the hoard of anxious, eager customers arrived and bid against each other for the slaves who had been prepared just for them.
But there were some exceptions, of course; like now, when Mrs. Nordal had arrived early with an offer of a payment in vintage gold coins for the privilege of being able to make an advance bid on a certain slave. Anna Ranski was always willing to make a good deal...
"So this one is the girl that you're so interested in buying for yourself?" Mistress Anna eyed the small bag of clinking gold coins in Mrs. Nordal's hands.
"Yes. I couldn't take the chance of anyone else being able to buy her. Can we make a deal for her?"
"Of course. It depends on just what your bid is."
"My bid is two hundred thousand, U.S. Is that alright with you?"
Mistress Ranksi was somewhat taken aback by Mrs. Nordal's offer. "It's more than alright. One which I cannot refuse!"
"May I ask why you are willing to pay so much for this slave?" Mistress Ranski was curious. УIt's simple. She's my niece. I hated her no-good father and mother. I want her to spend the rest of her life eating and licking all my holes...."
Jenny's Second Day of Suffering: it was only her second day of captivity but Jenny was already thinking about the 'whys' and "'hows' of her circumstances less and less each hour.
More and more, the only thing that managed to stay on her mind was the pain that came constantly, almost non-stop, from the relentless whippings at the hands of the Maidens.
The Maidens, confirmed lesbian sadists that they were, had chosen Jenny as their favored target among all the other captives. Jenny had long gone past the begging and crying; her mind was numbing now, getting less and less aware of anything other than the hurtful impact of each Maid-inflicted blow.
"Ohhhhhhh......," Jenny's voice was now hoarse from all the screaming. She was becoming less aware of her surroundings now...
"Be careful," Maiden 27 warned the two others who were joining in this session on Jenny. "I can see a couple of purple marks on her. Gotta be more careful....!"
Maiden 35 scoffed mightily. "Speak for yourself! My whipping doesn't even make red marks, only a lot of pink that fades after an hour!"
"Same here, No.27," Maiden 15 put in. "I've been doing this since 1998 and none of my bitches have had any permanent marks!"
"Okay, okay," No. 27 conceded, not wanting an argument. "I just saying that if those purple marks get any darker on this one, we're all going to be in a lot of trouble! The Ranski Sisters will deduct her value out of our own payments if they think she's too damaged!"
" Anyway we can finish whipping this one after a few more minutes. My arm hurts, IТm starting to feel tiredЕ" said Maiden 15.
"Okay, just a few more," agreed Maiden 27. "Then I going to have fun breaking her cherry with my trusty, industrial-strength strapon!"
A Double Strap-on Penetration
Jenny felt as if she was being split apart as the two visiting dykes shared her between their oversized strap-ons. She had ungone many strap-on fucks from her Maiden Trainers over the past couple of weeks, but never had she been subjected to a double penetration fucking! Jenny wanted to scream but the pain was so intense that it was all she could do to manage breathing as the two long dildoes screwed her two aching holes.
"Hold her still! In position! Yeah-h-h-h...Just like that!"
Mistress 145's voice was gruff as she pushed her strapon even further up poor Jenny's ass. Mistress 145 loved teaming with her lesbian buddy, Mistress 78, in double-fucking a slave before she was thoroughly broken in. Nothing like seeing and hearing the torment in a young slave girl as their two artificial cocks pounded her. Sometimes they got too rough and injured the slave and had to pay whatever the Ranski Sisters demanded for their loss - but 145 and 78 could well afford it; they both looked forward to their monthly fuck-journeys to the Center.
"What's the matter, girlie? Can't you take it? You know you can! You just have to get used to it," Mistress 78 half-cooed to the distressed Jenny, who she held firmly in place as Mistress 145 began slamming Jenny's asshole with her big strap-on.
"Ahhhhh...! Ahhhhhhh....!!!" Jenny's eyes were unfocused now from her agony. Mistress 145 started to also whack Jenny's butt while she slammed her asshole with her big strap-on. "Yeah, sweetie, we're going to drive you crazy tonight! After taking it from the both of us, you'll hate to do it with any man!"
Jenny's Turn for Toilet Duty
Jenny had undergone through so much pain and punishment over the past three months!
She was almost ready to be declared as 'Broken', therefore eligible for being put up for sale. But there were other standards, some say much more important standards that Jenny -now known only as 'No. 35'- had to be judged on before being granted the honor of being a slave.
Jenny (No. 35) had not been beaten or dyke-fucked for three days. She now missed the pain. She wondered if perhaps she had done something wrong, if she had somehow did something to displease one of her lesbian Trainers or Mistresses and if they were preparing something even worse -and final- for her.
But she needn't had worried. For No. 35, it was merely time for her to enter another phase of her Training: Acceptance and Humility. She had learned to endure whatever pain inflicted on her without complaint. Now she was to be trained in the joys of humiliation. No. 35 must not only accept humiliation, she must be taught to need to be humiliation. Her future Masters or Mistresses would have so many shameful, disgusting and humiliating things for her to do.
She only began to understand the true depths of the humiliation in store for her when she was taken to meet Maiden ShoRhonda down in the Toilets. Maiden ShoRhonda was so glad to meet her...
"So this is my new little student," Maiden ShoRhonda said as she drew Slave No. 35 close to her. "Kiss me, honey, you're so pretty!. After my other student here gets through cleaning out my asshole, you'll take over her duties. I just know you'll do a good job!"
Slave No 35 is Judged To Be Worthy
It had been along 6 months of captivity for Slave 35; so many things had happened ; so many things had been done to her. She now couldn't remember her original name, only the 'Slave 35' name that they had given her. Her owner would name her as he or she pleased. T he word around the Center was that Slave 35 was such a darling girl, one who would endure whatever pain given to her, someone who would willingly follow the nastiest, most shaming orders without hesitation.
Even the Ranski Sisters themselves had heard of this slave girl, Slave 35.
Slave 35 trembled as Riann Ranski entered the chamber where she had waited kneeling on the rough concrete floor.
"Ahhhh, so this is her," Mistress Ranski observed cheerfully. "Don't look so worried, my pretty little slave. I've heard only great things about you! In fact, if everything I've heard about you is true, I have better things in mind for you than just putting you up on the auction block. Would you like that?"
The terrified slave kept her eyes cast downward as she dully answered," Yes, Mistress. Whatever your wish."
"Such a good girl. Just the kind me and my sisters like the best. I hear you do the really nasty things that we women like a slavegirl to do. Even Maid ShoRhonda talks about how good you were when you served as her Toilet Girl! ShoRhonda is very hard to please."
Mistress Ranski stepped closer, her swollen clit nearer to Slave 35's face.
"I'm going to keep you as our special girl. Just for me and my sisters. We have many women friends and special parties where they would enjoy a good girl like you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Then lick my pussy, slave. Show me how thankful you are."
Mistress Ranski's big clit began to pulse as the slavegirl continued to lick it with her obedient tongue. "Yes, we won't sell you. You eat pussy too damn good. My sisters and I are going to keep you really busy.... Now keep ready for a massive cum shower, I'm a hell of a good cummer and I want you to swallow every single drop!"
Unseen and sometimes unnoticed, the business of trading in slaves goes on. It’s a well-organized business with clear methods and goals. The traders need slaves on an ongoing basis and there are experienced people in the specialty of obtaining new slave girls to fill the constant demand for fresh meat down at the slave auction houses and by rich individuals who can afford them.
One inner-city group of gangsters specialized in supplying new slavegirls by doing home invasions in the more well-off suburbs. After doing good scouting work or by paying for tips of potential victim, this gang tended to strike fast and efficiently in the late night hours. They were thugs who enjoyed their business, so sometimes they liked to take their time and stay a while…
The gang had long had a grudge against the corrupt County Sheriff, Lucas Bennett. He used to have an arrangement with the gang, taking a percentage of their drug profits in return for ignoring the numerous trafficking and street-corner selling of the illegal substances. But the Sheriff had then reneged on his deal and made a number of high-profile arrests of the gang’s members in order to improve his political prospects. The gang never forgave him.
Sheriff Bennett was now shaking with fear, rage and humiliation as the gang squad was just beginning to enjoy themselves with his two lovely daughters. Before they disposed of him, they would make him watch and listen to his daughters’ screams and moans as their pussies and asses were fucked by those big, dark cocks.
"D-Daddyyyyyyy! Please make him stop!" the Sheriff’s daughter sobbed as she was being mounted by one home invader. "Oh, Daddy! It hurts!"
But with the gun at his head, there was nothing the Sheriff could do.
"Damn, Sheriff, yo’ daughtar’s sure got a nice pussy! So tight! Don’t you look away, now. Want ya to get one last look at how yo’ spoiled little gal is gonna be treated after we sell her back in the city," the big thug laughed as he kept up his fucking of the sweet 19 year-old. "Ugggg….yo’ daughta is makin’ me cum fast, Sheriff! Gonna fill her up with my spunk! Here it cums! Ahhhhhhhh…!"
Stripped naked, Monique Bennett trembled as one of the gang invaders marched her into her upstairs bedroom. Monique could still hear the pitiful sounds of her younger sister being raped downstairs in the living room. Almost as anguished was the loud crying that came from their father as he was forced to watch it all.
From behind her, the tall black gangster whispered, "Yo’ sure is some kind nice-lookin’ bitch, girl. Real nice. My boy Raymond is havin’ fun puttin’ his dick to your sister downstairs, so it’s just gonna be me and you getting’ together up here." Monique flinched as the ganger’s hand touched her buttocks. "Yeah, yo’ got a nice little ass on ya, girl. They’s gonna pay some good prices on ya when yo’ gets opn the auction block back in the city."
"Please don’t hurt me! Please let me go!"
"Can’t do that girl. This is business – well, not all business. Gonna get me some pleasure too…Bend over a little bit, bitch. Don’t make me tell ya again."
Monique gasped as she looked back and saw that the thug had dropped his pants and was stroking his cock. A huge cock.
"Bend over, girl," the home invader ordered Monique. "Yo’ is got a sweet-lookin’ little asshole that’s just beggin’ for a big dick like mine to stretch it open! Here, let me help ya by shovin’ a couple my fingers in that pucker to loosin’ ya up a little bit."
His cock was hardening almost to it’s full 11 inches now.
"All white gals scream a little when theys first gets an ass-fuckin’ – but yo’ is gonna get used to it, I promises you."
Their captors already had a ready and willing buyer for freshly-kidnapped sisters Daria and Monique. Located deep inside the inner city, where even the most hardened gangs dare not invade, was the decades-old slave auction operation R.I.P. Sales. R.I.P. was run by a relocated hillbilly family, the Hathcourts, headed by a group of elderly sisters. Backed up by their fearless and ruthless country-bred menfolk, the Hathcourt white slavery organization did business with all and was challenged by none.
R.I.P. bought new girls, broke them down over a period of a few months, then put them up for auction. Bids usually started at $10,000, so it was safe to say that this family-run business turned a tidy profit even after all the payoffs to crooked politicians and cops to make sure that there were no unforeseen problems.
When Mina Hathcourt opened the door to admit the newest slave delivery, she was pleasently surprised; Monique and Daria were definitely above-average in looks and their ages of 18 and 19 would bring in really high bids at auction. And not only that, but they both made Mina's pussy start to wet right then and there. She was one who happened to believe in mixing her pleasure with business..
"Well, well, well....Just lookee what we got here. Two sweet-lookin' little gals if I do say so myself," Mina cackled " You won't have to bargain with me for the price of these two," she told the girls' black kidnappers. Bring them right in. You just earned yourselves top dollar."
Belinda was one of the Hathcourts' most reliable female clients. She considered herself a re-seller of attractive girl slaves; buying them, then keeping them for a couple of months in order to refine their talents, she had a waiting list of anxious ladies - most of them brothel Madams - just waiting to see what fine piece of white pussy she had for their inspections.
Belinda paid good money for Daria without any hesitation. She knew that after she was through with her particular brand of training, she would still easily get at least double the profit.
Daria was physically and emotionally broken. She had recently seen her beloved older sister Monique claimed as permanent property by one of the older Hathcourt sisters. Instead of being sold at auction like Daria, Monique would spend the rest of her life being the person slave to an ugly old hag named Rona.
They didn't even allow Daria to say goodbye to her sister; they just laughed and said, "Your sister's too busy eating old Rona's cunt right now to say anything to you. If you listen hard, though, you can hear Rona gruntin' and moanin'. That's because your sister's doin' such a good job."
"You is cryin' 'cause you ain't gonna see yo' sister no mo'," Belinda said as she selected a paddle to begin her training of Daria. "But you ain't gonna be rememberin' anything 'bout her in another week or so. All you is gonna be able to think about is pleasin' me. "Cause pleasin' me is the only way you is gonna be able to keep me from usin' this wood paddle of mine on ya."
"Let me lick all them tears from yo' face, girl. You is cryin' 'cause you never is gonna see yo' sister again. But don't you worry none - this paddle is gonna makes ya forget about everything 'cept eatin' my black pussy time and time again..."
It was three weeks of constant punishment and sexual training before Belinda decided to give Daria a little test in order to see if she had truely began to learn her lessons.
Daria seemed to have been making great progress in becoming a completely compliant and obedient sexual toy. Especially last night when she had opened her mouth wide as Belinda squated over her and used her as a toilet. But tonight Belinda would give her slave trainee a chance to show how she could please one of Belinda's oldest customers, Senora Trecado.
Senora Trecado ran a string of lesbian bordellos in Central America, catering to the morbid sexual fetishes of those in the highest ranks of the hidden lesbian society. Those ladies had tastes that could only be addressed by someone like Senora Trecado. The Senora was understanding; she didn't judge, she just got them the pretty Anglo girls that they wanted and sometime took came of disposing of any evidence. And like Belinda, the Senora liked her business very much and made sure to have her old ancient pussy kept pleasured as well.
"So this is the Anglo girl you have told me so much about, the one who swallows you piss and eats from your ass," Senora Trecado observed as she began removing her clothes. "I'm sure that after she's finished pleasuring me, she will eat from my ass as well, no?"
"Of course she will, Senora. she's a sweet girl, a good girl. She's gonna show you what a good buy she'd be. Yeah, Daria here would be real popular with your clients, I promise you."
"Come here, Anglo girl," Senora Trecado ordered. " It is time to show me how good a girl you are. And if you're really good, I'll reward you by letting you eat out of my nasty old hairy ass."
Monique now had no one left in the world. There now was only the old wrinkled woman who owned her. Rona Hathcourt had put in her person money to defray the losses that the family would otherwise have taken because of Monique's not going up on the auction block. But to Rona, having Monique's lovely tongue for her personal use and to be able to fuck Monique's tight pussy with her big fist would make it worth it all.
But Rona knew that preparing Monique for her role as a life-long slave would require a lot of effort, but that was something that Rona didn't mind spending time with. Maybe a year, an entire year of training before Monique would be so broken in that she could be given another name and taken into marriage as Rona's young, obedient lesbian bride.
Rona started things off easy at first, subjecting Monique to long sessions of hand-spanking and belt-whipping. Of sourse, there were many breaks in which Roan allowed the grateful slave the opportunity to lick her old pussy. Rona's experienced cunt leaked thick, foul-tasting juices, but Monique found herself getting used to it. Monique had even tasted old Rona's brown asshole without complaint.
She had tried to retain some of her self-worth and dignity but the punishments had begun to make into the nasty little slut slave that Rona wanted her to become.
"Now we're gonna put on a nice show for my sister," old Rona informed her slave. " I'm gonna whip you until you faint, then I'm gonna revive you and then I'm gonna start all over again. You're gonna scream and cry and my sister there is gonna love it. But it's gonna be one of the worst nights of your life, dear, I promise..."
TRADE IN THE INNER CITY
Another Slut is Acquired. There was a big demand for pretty white girls by the slave-sellers in the inner city. The pimps, sexshow operaters and brothel keepers needed new flesh and needed it bad. Lots of money to be made. Lots of horny, dark cocks just wanting to have a chance at one of those strange, exotic white gals from the surburbs.
Big Ben was one of the biggest and baddest slavesellers in the area. He run a operation that used enslaved white girls as sex hostesses and strippers in his private clubs before he actually sold them on the auction block. Big Ben always had the word out that he was wlling to pay some good prices for young, good-looking white gals between 18 and 21. Real good money. Just the kind of good money that Jethro was going to get by selling Veronica.
Veronica had been a prancing, carefree college cheerleader until last night. Now she was getting fucked over and over again before Jethro was ready to take down to Big Ben's to sell her for some quick cash.
"You ain't gonna be cheerleadin ' at that college no more, bitch," Jethro grunted as he rammed his dick into Veronica. " Now on, you just gonna be another whore earnin' money for who is ownin' ya.
Veronica Arrives At Her New Home. The regular whores who worked at Big Ben's central city brothel were so happy to welcome the new white girl named Veronica. The past few days hadn't been good for Veronica and things look as though they were only going to get worse for her.
Big Ben's wife Orlena had paid out the money, but she knew her husband would approve. This crying, depressed white girl was just the type who would earn them a nice little pile of cash before they finally sold her off to an interested customer.
In the meanwhile, Orlena and the whores would keep Veronica company and make sure that she had the right attitude before meeting Big Ben when he returned from a very busy business trip. Big Ben didn't like to waste time on a slave; he wanted her ready to do what she was told and start making him money right away. Veronica would need a bit of training before he returned and had his first look at her.
Orlenaknew it was up to her to make sure that Veronica was taught thecorrect ways of a sex slave and how to become one. It would be so much fun for Orlena and the whores to personally teach her....
"No need for all them dears, white girl. Me and all these other bitches is gonna make sure that you gets trained to be a real proper slave. We is gonna hurt you a lot, but you'll start to like it. I promise."
Ben Ben's Slave Hostesses Bring in the Bucks. Big Ben, being a step above the average inner city pimp and slave trader, had a winning formula of making his newly-broken slave bitches earn him big amounts of cash by being sex hostesses in his string of heavily-guarded private sex clubs.
There, compliant white slavegirls danced nude on stage when not entertaining various Masters and Mistresses in their assigned booths. The customers flocked in large numbers to Big Ben's clubs for the chance to be able to fuck submissive hostesses right in their booths while ordering Big Ben's overpriced wines and champagnes.
His clubs all had the atmosphere of public orgies. Both rich and the very poor visited and spent their money.
Athough the cheap fabric that covered the seating was frayed, stained and smell heavily of spent semen, the young and obedient slave hostesses could be ordered to suck customers' cocks and then laid on their backs and ravaged right then and there in the booths. Before they were put up for sale at auction, quite a few of the slave hostesses were bought right at the club. Sometimes there was nothing better than fucking a sweet slave's tight pussy to inspire a customer to put up the money in order to take her home with him.
It was not unusual for the aging, druggie whore Annie and her long-time pimp boyfriend to visit Big Ben's clubs in order to scout out fresh potential talent for their thriving street prostitution business. It was Annie who would spot a slave that she liked and recommend that her pimp make the purchase.
Annie liked having the power to pick a slave who would suffer a hopeless fate selling her body and getting fucked on filthy mattresses in dirty back alleyways. At the moment, Annie was in the process of choosing a pretty 19 year-old slave who she knew would lure the eager, ready-to-pay street thugs and bums and their leaking cocks.
"Yeah, girl, you need to use both hands to jerk off my pimp's big dick. He's also gonna be your pimp pretty soon 'cause he's gonna buy you and put you to work on the street....."
Slave Hostess Vera Gets Used. Killa was immediately interested in having young Vera serve as his Hostess when he saw how she looked in the microskirt that was the standard Hostess uniform of the slavegirls who worked Big Ben's clubs. Killa's huge dick - and it was huge - twitched in his pants as Vera walked by wearing that little whorish micro skirt that showed her bare ass and shaved cunt. He paid the twenty dollars fee and also ordered the hundred-dollar bottle of champagne to be brought to their reserved booth.
Killa wasn't one to waste time. He had made up his mind to spend a lot of his precious money and buy Vera to serve as his domestic slave back at his shabby one-bedroom basement home in the far end of the ghetto. And he would show Vera how lucky she was going to be by being owned by a Master who would keeping her for himself instead of putting her to work as a prostitute.
But Vera didn't feel lucky as Killa pushed her back on the tattered seat of their booth and pulled out that monster cock of his.
"Please-no!" Vera's eyes widened in shock as she saw the size of his dick.
Killa slapped her hard and she went quiet and stayed down as he spread her thighs. He really liked how she looked in that microskirt.
"Whore, you little whore," Killa said as he crudely shoved his dick into her. He wasn't gentle, hurting her as her unprepared cunt struggled to stretch around that big dark meat of his. "Stay down there and take all this cock I'm givin' you!"
"You havin' trouble takin' all this dick, ain't ya? Quit cryin', you whore! You only got half of it in ya!" Killa laughed as he forced more inches of his monster cock up the slave's pussy. " Move your hips, baby. Work it in all the way up to my balls, you whore!"
Big Ben Chooses a Personal Slave. Big Ben usually didn't form any personal relationships with the slavegirls who worked his clubs and who he then sold at generous price to a never-ending stable of eager customers. Pussy was pussy and money was money. But when Ellen was offered to him, something made him decline to put her to work in his club or even consider selling her on the open market.
Ellen was a slender, lithe 19 year-old captive who had been studying to be a ballet dancer. Big Ben practically drooled when he first saw her; she was going to be his exclusive property, he decided.
He really liked having her dance like a whore for him down in the secured basement room of his club. He made her wear one of the microskirts that he liked his slave hostesses to wear along with ankle stockings and big-heeled clog shoes. Ellen might have wanted to be a ballerina, but now she was forced to dance like a whore stripper while Big Ben stroked his huge black cock watching her.
He would command Ellen to bump and grind, sticking her tight, well-shaped ass out from under that little skirt. Then, as always, Big Ben and his big meat couldn't take it any more and he would grab her from behind and start digging a big finger in Ellen's pucker, getting her ready...
Ellen would know what was coming. " Uhhhhh....Ohhhhh Godddd....Nooooooo...." she would plead. Then she would feel the head of his cock against her anus, then the overwhelming pain as Big Ben slowly began to pressin the rest of his hard meat. She had no choice but to give in and accept the torture that was the twice-a-day ass-fucking that Big Ben liked to give her.
Big Ben liked the way Ellen screamed as he fucked her tight asshole hard. Sometimes she almost fainted from the agony. He gripped her by her waist while he starting setting his rythmn, slamming his big cock deep inside her protesting rectum.
"You mine bitch! That sweet ass is mine!"
The Gangster Buys a Mother and her Daughters. Wes had been waiting for a long time for a mother and daughter slave sale, had been saving his money for the occeassion for a long, long time. He knew that Big Ben would charge a steep pricebut he was more than willing to pay it.
Mira Miller was a still-attractive 40 years of age; her two daughters, Bonnie and Mildred, were 18 and 21 years respectively. Mira's late husband was a big-time drug dealer who had tried to cheat the wrong type of people. The media was full of stories speculating about the Miller females' disappearance but no one had a clue to their real fate.
The mother and daughters had been especially broken and trained - but not pussy-fucked - by Big Ben and his whores, making their value even higher. Especially for Wes. With the fifty thousand dollars in cash paid to Big Ben, Wes visited Mrs. Miller and her two lovely girls in their exhibition cell before he arranged to transport them to the especially-built cells that he had constructed in the basement of the big, isolated house that he owned.
"Let's see if your little bitch daughters know how to suck cock," he told Mrs. Miller. "If they don't do a good job, it's gonna get you all a real bad beatin' when I get ya home, understand?"
They understood and the daughters took turns pleasuring Wes's throbbing dick with their obedient mouths until Wes could feel the jizism start to churn in his low-hanging balls.
"Keep goin', the both of ya," Wes commanded the daughters as he pulled the subbing Mrs. Miller against him. "C'mon, show how good a mom you are and give me some real good kissin' while your daughters are worshipping my cock."
Mrs. Miller showed her submissiveness by trading deep wet tongue kisses with Master Wes while her two well-trained daughters sucked his big cock until he rewarded them by filling both their mouths with his thick cum. "That's it, milk it, swallow it," Wes ordered.
"I'm gonna breed you and your daughters day and night. All three of ya are gonna belong to me for the rest of your lives. From now on, your duty is gonna be suckin' my cock to get it hard to fuck your girls in front of ya. Gonna be keepin' all three of ya pregnant with my black babies. You want that, don't ya, bitch?"
Showing Their Sincerity: The two pretty blondes, Rachelle and Mandy, had both been captured about the same time and both had undergone the same relentless, hard training that had stripped them of their identity and self-worth. The merciless whippings and seemingly endless spankings from hands, belts and leather flogs had made sure that Mandy and Rachelle were no longer the defiant, resistant upper class college girls who had been dragged in, kicking and screaming. Now they were thoroughly broken in and ready to be shown to the crowd of eager, would-be buyers who would be arriving in the morning.
The captured pair had shivered when their main trainer had mentioned that maybe they both needed to be subjected to one more night of really hard punishment in order to be sure that they were indeed worthy of being sold. Just the thought of that was enough to cause them to panic and cry. Their begging was enough to convince the Trainer to give them the chance to prove that they were sincere in their determination to serve and service whoever they were honored to be bought by.
Mandy teased the Trainer’s big cock with her soft lips while Rachelle gently sucked his balls. The Trainer’s dick started to grow hard and lengthen in size.
“You two little bitches just might worth sellin’ after all. You both keep on doin’ what you’re doin’ and I’ll fuck ya both instead of spending the night whippin’ ya.”
A Family Matter: Miss Martenez ran a white slave-selling operation that specialized in selling slaves who were somehow connected to the illegal drug trade. This made things easier for Miss Martenez because those type of girls were rarely reported missing and when they were, it was naturally assumed that they were dead. They would be written off by authorities and relatives as most likely done away with by drug organization-connected killers and therefore not searched for as rigorously.
Miss Martenez didn’t sell any girls who took drugs or sold drugs; she preferred those who were unfortunate enough to be the girlfriends or relatives of drug-connected individuals. Some were taken as payment for unpaid debts, others were betrayed by jealous wives or lovers.
The most sought-after slave options were the surviving female family members of a recently-slain drug dealer. Frequently the dealer’s remains simply ‘disappeared’ after being killed, along with those of his family. At least that was the prevailing thought – except for the fact that sometimes the surviving legal-aged females of the family often ended up being sold by Miss Martenez.
Miss Martenez especially enjoyed the selling of a deceased drug-dealer’s surviving female family members. They brought a premium price when all sold together. And Miss Martenez loved all the drama that came with it.
Right now, it was a still-attractive mother and her two pretty daughters. Mr. Fernandez had just bought the three of them and they would spend the rest of their lives satisfying him together…..
Granny Comforts Her Sweet 19 Year-old Slave: Granny Merriweld lived, tucked way, in her old, run-down mansion that was situated in the middle of her vast, isolated property that was located far from the nearest town or city. Mrs. Merriweld might be alone except for the fact that her land was patrolled by many armed guards and usually there was a pretty young slavegirl locked away in one of the many rooms of Merriweld’s mansion. Locked away for the sole pleasure of Granny Merriweld.
For a rich old crone like Granny, there was nothing better than having a beautiful young girl to keep her ancient pussy all warm and satisfied. And Granny could afford the high cost of trading in and buying a new slave every year or so; after all, variety helped keep Granny Merriweld interested and looking forward to new experiences.
Marian was 19 and well-trained, freshly purchased by Granny within the last couple of days. A cute girl. Broken, but still missing her former friends and family. Granny would take her time with Marian. Torment and whip her a few times before teaching her just how Granny preferred having her pussy eaten.
The new slavegirl was all distressed and needed a little comforting before being started on her lessons. Granny knew just how to make her new slave relax a bit more…...
“Come here, girl. Put your sweet mouth around my big old nipples and suckle them. You’ll feel all better…..”
The Domestic SlaveТs Duty: Make sure that every dish is absolutely clean and sparkling, Mr. Pauley insisted as he nuzzled his pretty slaveТs bare shoulder with his stubbled chin. We want everything to be perfect here, donТt we? After youТre done here in the kitchen, thereТs plenty of work to be done getting the rest of the house in order. WeТve got company tonight. Some very old friends of mine that IТm inviting over to meet you. TheyТre anxious to see the new slave that IТve paid so much for. Maybe IТll let them sample you and see for themselves how good a piece of pussy you can put out. YouТd like that, wouldnТt you?
18 year-old Fiona paused just a bit in her wiping of the dish she was holding. Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir. There was no hope for her now, she knew that. There was only her duty to satisfy her Owner.
Mr. Pauley was pleased with FionaТs servile attitude. He nudged close behind her now, his hardening cock touching her. YouТre a good bitch. All sweet and obedient. Maybe I wonТt use my belt on you today. Maybe youТd rather I fuck you a lot instead. Would you like that? He was beginning to feel more and more horny. I think youТd like that. You want to please me, donТt you?
Yes, Master. I want to please you.
Yeah, youТre such a good slave. Worth the price I paid, Mr. Pauley grunted as he guided his cock to FionaТs asshole. You just keep on working while I enjoy fuckinТ your ass.
Ohhhh. Fiona clinched her teeth as Mr. PauleyТs big cock forced itТs way inside her hurting rectum. Uhhhh.Ohhhhhh
Slave Cecile Meets Her Asian Owners: Mr. Watanabe was proud of his latest slave purchase. He was a very fussy buyer and he had spent quite a few weeks on his last European trip searching for just the right slave to buy for his demanding wife and her sister. The French girl,19 year-old Fiona, had been the daughter of a recently deceased French industrialist. A girl who had been a socialite and who had been well-known in the closed circles of the upperclass elite. Just the right kind of girl for being a life-slave to service Mrs. Watanabe and her horny sister, Iko. And it didnТt hurt that Fiona would be available as a fucktoy for Mr. Watanabe whenever he had the urge.
For a previously sheltered and spoiled girl like Fiona, the last few days had disorienting and practically imaginable. The strange men who had kidnapped her had been so mean and had hurt her so much when she had not followed their orders promptly enough. She had soon learned to respond to her rapists like a well-trained street whore; otherwise there would be those painful punishments.
And then the strange Asia man had come and taken her; shipped her in a crate on his private plane.
Mrs. Watanabe was pleased with the new slave that her husband had brought, although she was careful not to show it too much.
You are sure that this white girl is the kind who will attend to her duties? I donТt want to waste too much time having to whip her into line, Mrs. Watanabe sternly told her husband as she and her ever-present sister, Iko, had their first look at Fiona.
You donТt have to worry about this one, Mr. Watanabe told his wife. She comes from a upper-class background and understands what it means to service oneТs Superiors. SheТll do a good job of keeping you and your sister satisfied.
Good. That means weТll only have to punish her for the fun of it.
Ivana Is The Property Of An Arab Master: It was a long way from her native Russia and it was not the fate that Ivana had in mind when she had interviewed for the modeling position advertised in the ad. The ad had promised great pay for beautiful blonde models and travel to exotic locales around the world. Ivana had been surprised and confused when the modeling job was replaced by the job that the big, rough men had in mind when they had her out of the country.
Through months of nothing but rapes and beatings, Ivana learned that her new job would be as an obedient fuck-whore whose duty was to please any cock that used her. In whatever way it used her. Failing to please meant immediate and very painful punishment; even more painful than being fucked hard repeatedly in her well-shaped ass. Soon, for Ivana, her dreams and family were nothing but distant memories. She was now ready for her final destination, the Middle East.
Master Abu catered to a clientele of middle-class merchants and businessmen who particularly liked to be able to fuck young, pretty Western blondes. Ivana was his newest purchase. Abu would put her with the rest of the Western slaves - after he was done using her himself. He was of the opinion that if a slavegirl could get used to taking his big cock, she would have no trouble servicing those of his many customers.
She had such a hard time taking AbuТs giant dick and the way he fucked her. Even all the brutal rapes she had previously endured had not prepared her enough for what Abu had to offer her.
Are you sure she can handle another fucking from your cock? Master AbuТs assistant was worried. She looks like she canТt take any more of you, Master.
Master Abu laughed. Of course sheТll take it! SheТll take all the cock that I put to her! ThatТs how I break them in! Climb onto AbuТs cock, Western girl, and ride until you faint again!
The walled-in "Slave City" section of the city was located in the more unsavory part of town. The law and the authorities didn't go there or do anything that might interfere with the blatantly immoral and illegal operations that were a normal facet of life there. After all, even the politicians and the judges needed an established, reliable vendor of slavegirls from time to time. Better to be able to purchase a nice piece of slave-flesh from someone you're familiar with rather than relying on some unknown foreign-based entity.
Slave City's merchants were known for their wide array of offerings of female slaves. Drugs and other criminal activities were discouraged (strongly) there; the preferred activity of Slave City was white slavery. The merchants there prided themselves on their dedication and devotion to the best service when it came to providing prospective slave owners with quality captive pussy. Beautiful, healthy, prime pussy-meat and plenty of it. Brought in from all corners of the country by wide assortment of various Slave Hunters lured by the hefty bounties paid for their captured prey.
Slave Hunters came in all sizes, backgrounds and were both male and female. One of the best female Hunters was Big Irma, whose huge size was only matched by the large sexual appetite she exhibited for some of the pretty slaves in her custody while in route yet another handsome profit from her wholesale buyers at Slave City. More than a few times, Irma ended up pocketing less cash than originally intended because of a last-minute reluctance to part with a particular slave that she had become particularly fond of while transporting her to a waiting buyer. Rumor had it that Big Irma's secluded country home was equipped a vast underground warehouse stocked full of pretty, obedient slavegirls whose only purpose was to tend to their Mistress's very substantial needs....
Prolific Slave Hunter Big Irma was a familiar visitor to the single nondescript door at the rear wall of Slave City. Only through this door, always tended by the affable Miss Sarah, were new slaves delivered by their various Hunters. Usually accompanied by a chattering gaggle of the female midgets referred to as 'Littles', the smiling Miss Sarah would pass the visiting Hunters and their latest human cargo by the serious, ever-ready armed guards who stood just inside the entrance.
Today Irma came flush with nearly a dozen freshly-abducted slaves in tow. "Hmmmm, now Irma, I see you've done got us some really fine pieces of stuff there," Miss Sarah observed, casting an approving eye especially on the tall blonde shackled directly behind the big Huntress. "Are you gonna be sellin' all of 'em or you gonna keep one or two for yourself again?"
A place like Slave City could not exist without at least the tacit consent of the larger city's governing elite. And the elite's cadre of politicians, law enforcement officials, business interests and media all turned a blind eye to the ongoing slave-trade that flourished within the walls there. But not a totally blind eye. of course: Each week more than a quarter million dollars in bribe money found it's way into the hands and pockets of city and regional officials in return for their inability to recognize what everyone knew was happening down in Slave City.
Making things even more interesting was the fact that quite a few of the city elite not only tolerated the various sordid activities that characterized Slave City, but also were participated in them. Unseen and unacknowledged to others, many of the stately manors and assorted elite private clubs, on close examination, contained well-hidden, sound-proof dungeons stocked with comely slave maidens who tended to every vulgar, base need.
Tossing aside their cloaks of respectability, some of those proper citizens occasionally used the services of the various slave merchants to solve personal 'problems or settle old scores. One example was the Mayor's wife, Mrs. Nanering, a outwardly proper and staid matron of the city's social upper-crust.
Mrs. Nanering had long been enraged by the rather aggressive reporting by a certain young writer for the local newspaper; a series of articles hinting of possible backroom deals by Mayor Nanering with some of the city's real estate developers. The Mayor, secure in his power and connections, laughed off the reports but his wife was one who carried a grudge. And it was one of the slavers in Slave City to which she turned to in order to exact her revenge.
The crusading reporter, Shelly Flynn, along with her unfortunate female roommate, Diane, disappeared from their apartment one night. The three kidnappers were silent and efficient, like they'd done something like this many times before. The pain caused Miss Flynn to regain consciousness. She was being flogged by a strange black man in this large, rather dingy room. Facing her was a small party of people. Miss Flynn was startled even more to see that leading the pack was the Mayor's portly wife. Something was different about Mrs. Nanering now. Maybe it was how she had her dress pulled down, exposing her big breasts. Maybe it was how she had her legs spread wide so that Shelly's friend, Diane, could continue eating her pussy....
"I've never been a person who could forgive a slight easily, my dear," Mrs. Nanering told Shelly. "It's too bad that your pretty little friend here got caught up in all this, but it's your fault. But I'm not a heartless woman - since she's really trying her best with that tongue of hers, I'm considering keeping her. My husband and I have the most darling little cell built in the basement of our home. "
"But you, you meddling bitch, are going to spend the rest of your miserable life working in a whorehouse down here. Our dark friend here is going to keep whipping you until you're ready to beg me to let you stick your tongue up my ass while I pass some shit. Then we're all going to spend some real quality time letting you show us how sorry you are before we watch you get dragged off to your new life...."
Within the slave commercialism of Slave City, the female midgets that people referred to as 'Littles', were everywhere. Almost every slave merchant's operation had 'Littles' on their remises; roaming freely, mostly naked, their food and lodging provided to them. Legend had it that they were good luck for any merchant that sheltered and pampered them.
But the Littles also provided a real service to the slave sellers that catered to them. These small ladies were mostly the ones who helped deliver the slaves' food; who assisted with punishment and bathing; who were the slave-sellers' ever-present eyes and ears within their large slave-holding areas, reporting back on any possible escape plots or other potential troubles. And although their physical statures might have been on the smaller side, their sexual urges toward the many nubile slave maidens with whom they spent so much time. Some Littles boldly approached their targeted slavegirls, threatening to make trouble for them if they refused to cooperate; others took advantage of the slaves' despairing loneliness and hopelessness, offering false sympathy and comfort in return for a sexual relationship. It was said that few of the most lusty slave-buyers could match a 'Little' in regards of getting their sexual satisfaction. It was quite common for a Little to receive as many as a dozen orgasms a day from a multitude of captive slave tongues. After all, it was so easy for one of them to straddle her slave's face, offering a small, available pussy for servicing. So easy to eventually shift that small asshole forward in order to impale it on the slave's tongue....
Little Rhia always prowled her Master's collection of slave holding-cells in search of a new captive who appealed to her. Tonight it was the frightened new blond arrival named Marian who caused Rhia's nipples to harden; perhaps it was those bright green eyes, so wide with fear, so filled with tears....
"Ohhhhh, you poor, poor girl," Rhia whispered in her most soothing of voices. "So scared, I know how you must feel. And I see that those mean men have abused you. I'm so sorry that they hurt you. Look, I'll talk to them and tell them to be nicer to you, okay? Wouldn't you like that? I'll tell them that we're close friends and that we're in love, okay? Oh, you can't talk with that horrible gag, can you? Tell you what, I'll take it off so you and I can kiss. Here, why don't I scoot you down a bit so that you can be more comfortable on your back.....?"
The midget maidens were always quick to recognize a particularly vulnerable slavegirl and then arrange for her to be removed from the main group of prisoners. The targeted girl was usually much more servile and cooperative once she was isolated with only the Littles being her only human contact. The slave merchants tolerated this; one or two slaves would not be missed from the large number they dealt with. As a rule, chosen slave would most likely be taken to her tiny hosts' living quarters and kept there, locked in one of the special cells created for just such a purpose. There, if she was smart, she would entertain one Little Mistress after another. She would soon realize just how all-encompassing her duties were, how difficult it would be to be forced to fully satisfy every gentle demand made by as many as a dozen little resident pussies and assholes. It would sometimes be almost impossible for her to sleep more than an hour at time before being awakened by a miniature cunt being pushed against her face or a little fist being inserted deep in her cunt...
Slave Marian had been the chosen one this time. Securely kept in the midget women's' so-called 'orgy room', Marian was trying her best to keep them happy through her oral efforts. But it was becoming harder and harder to keep up with their many demands on her time and her tongue; a tongue that was now sore and felt raw from hours upon hours of licking, sucking and kissing a seemingly endless line of midget cunts, anuses, toes and even underarms. Furthermore, much to her surprise, there was also painful punishment - although it was given under the guise of it being a just another part of sex. But the paddles favored by her small hostesses did hurt; a few times she passed out from the agony inflicted by those full-weight swings administered by competing paddlers. They were always so sorry when Marian came to; soothing and comforting her by guiding her pretty, flushed face to their pussies. "Poor girl," one would say. "Here, eat my cunt and make yourself feel better...."
Slave Marian was a keeper, her Little Mistresses decided. She always tried so hard to please and was now compliant, so open to whatever sexual demand made upon her, no matter how perverse. Yes, Marian was a ' house slave' to be proud of - so much so that they frequently invited ladies from other Little Mistress groups over to experience Marian for themselves.
Even the visiting Little Miss Juanita, known for her rather bitchy and demanding attitude when it came to sex, was impressed with this Slave Marian. Especially impressed at how Marian pushed and rimmed that talented tongue of hers around and inside Miss Jaunita's anus.
"God! She's so good!" Juanita exclaimed, her pussy and asshole still twitching from her second orgasm......
Slave-selling was not only commerce in Slave City. The abundance of attractive female chattel also provided a ready and cheap source for staffing the many sex clubs populating the area. It was said that in Slave City, one could easily find fashion-model quality slaves serving in even the most dingy and squalid of clubs; that for a few dollars, one could subject a nineteen year-old slave with Miss Universe looks to the most degrading of sex. Indeed, the Slave City strip clubs, sex bars and whorehouses were known for the beauty of the captured and collared slavegirls who worked there; so much so that they attracted cusomers from across the state.
Not only did the various clubs cater to the expected influx of male customers, there also existed quite a number of sex establishment catering to female clients. The lesbian Club Matrixia For Women, for example, was a large establishment divided into four main 'lounges' in the front, with each lounge containing a score of 'private' rooms conveniently located to it's rear. The typical Club Matixia customer was an mature female executive or businesswoman, although there women who hailed from all walks of life.
She came to experience a leisurely period of time with the slavehost of her choice and to have herself serviced and pleased in any manner that she might dictate. The rates were not cheap but there was rarely a complaint about that; after all, that young slavehostess was invariably beautiful of face and body and subservient. No sexual demand would be refused and the slavehostess knew better than to leave her customer unsatisfied. Some ladies came to stay any hour or so, quite a few other paid for overnight or weekend privileges. One could choose a slavehostess strictly for sex or pain or both (the Club retained a wide variety of whips, paddles and straps for rent).
As in most of Slave City's sex bars and clubs, the main attraction at Club Matixia for Women was definitely the rather plain, aging decor (although it was kept extremely clean). It's lesbian client's chief concern was the quality of the Club's impressive offering of SlaveHostesses; literal prisoners-of-love whose only duty was the pleasuring of the women who picked them from from the large photo book at the front bar.
Miss Abrams was very taken with her chosen slavehostess, Marian. She had instantly sensed this girl's almost innate submissive nature. " I'm a very successful woman, my dear," Miss Abrams told the girl as she explored her pussy with her strong, experienced fingers. Hmmm, nice and tight. " I have so many pressures, so many responsibilities and I need a sweet girl like you to relax me by giving me the satisfaction that I deserve. You'll do that, won't you, darling? Yes, I just know you're going to do your best to show me that I was right in choosing you...."
The Slave City whorehouses tended be a bit more on the sleazy side, if even that. But that didn't mean that the ladies forced the slavery of whoredom were lacking any more in the quality of their looks and pedigree than those who served in the more high-end clubs. Sometimes where a slave ended up was a mere result of a special sale price at the wholesale level or the consequence of a complaint from a customer. The only difference concerning the whorehouse slavegirls was that they usually began to lose their looks and spirit more quickly because of the rougher nature of treatment and a much higher use by their male visitors.
Sheryl hadn't been used up yet. being that she had been purchased from her slave seller only a couple days before. The whorehouse owner known as Greaser liked Sheryl's pretty girl-next-door face and her trim, twenty year-old body with those perky tits. He had over thirty slavewhores making him steady money on their backs, so it wasn't as if he was in any big hurry to rush this new girl into service. What's the use of having all a sweet little package of fuckmeat around if you can't enjoy it yourself, Greaser was fond of saying. And this one, a daughter of a cop, wasn't she? That made it so much better! So much better as she begged him as he and his house bodyguard walked her into the back room....
Sheryl cringed in pain as her new owner spread her legs and roughly started to force his impressive cock in her tight pussy. Greaser laughed at her distress and plunged himself all the way to the hilt.
"Just think of it, your ol' cop dad's probably runnin' around all crazy lookin' for his darlin' girl! Wonder what he'd say if he knew that his sweet gal was gettin' her cunt all fulled up with ol' Greaser's big dick, huh? Wonder how he'd say if he could see ya in a couple hours when me and my buddy here have ya movin' and fuckin' like a damn streetwhore?"
Although it was difficult for a Slave City Slave Wholesaler to end up losing money, the Tennet Brothers managed to do just that. The two siblings, Mitch and Madison, typified the ways to not operate a slave-selling business. It seemed that a Tennet slavegirl always carried permanent scarrings or marks on her body and she would most likely be too mentally damaged to be trained to serve at anything other than the most menial labors and be used as anything other than a low-status fuck-whore. A buyer could purchase a slave from the Tennet Brothers Slavery Co. at roughly half the price of one bought from the other sellers - but you get what you pay for. The area's back-alley whorehouses were packed with Tennet slaves; broken, limp girls who listlessly serviced those street tramps, drug addicts and blue-collar losers who frequented them because that was all they could afford. These poor girls were disposable and usually only lasted a few months before they had to be dispatched and sold as dog food....
The reason for the Tennets' sorry state of affairs was simple: Both were sadists who had gotten into the slave-selling as a way to be able to indulge their vicious urges rather than as treating it as a business. And being not too bright, they usually were barely able to make ends meet after paying for new slaves, the slave-holding facilities and the hired help.
Once again the Tennet Brothers were in the process of losing money as they allowed good buddy Harold to spend time with just-purchased Bernice. Ol' Harold liked to apply the hot iron to a slaves body over a period of hours. He loved the screams. Madison and Mitch liked hearing it also. Harold could only afford a few dollars for ruining a potentially profitable slave - but what the hell, he was an old friend from way back....
The slavers sold their human stock to both the usually affluent outsiders and to the usually less-than-affluent citizens who resided within the Slave City section. In fact, almost half the regular adult residents of Slave City were owners of one or more slavegirls. These people might have to save up a bit more in order to purchase a comely piece of slavepussy, but that never seemed to be a problem. Besides the increased sales, there was also an additional advantage of the "City's" common citizens being slaveholders; having experienced all the pleasures that went with owning a slavegirl in their homes, these citizens weren't likely to tolerate much in the way of anti-slavery agitation or to cooperate with any outside political concerns or law enforcement agencies bent on undermining their way of life.
Slave-owning crossed all social and economic barriers within the "City" and spurred on by the addition lure of a special 'Slave City Resident Discount', groups of women were just as likely as men to be found strolling amongst the many slave retailing stalls located in the central commercial area. Fully a half-dozen slave shops were owned by women slave sellers, some of them specializing in selling slave to women only. Dora's Slave Shoppe, owned by ex-judge Dora Walcott, catered only to female customers. Dora didn't spend much on the interior design or advertising of her modest operation. In fact, thee was no large outside street sign signifying her business; only a small handwritten placard stating "Dora's" on the simple metal door. But Dora had earned a reputation for offering a selection of only the most beautiful and compliant slavegirls between the ages of 19 and 22, with firm, unmarked bodies: girls from upper and upper middle-class backgrounds. Slavegirls perfect for providing both pleasure and for doing house labor.
Slave Paula was typical of the kind of slave available to the ladies who shopped at Dora's Slave Shoppe. An aspiring model and college student before she was kidnapped into bondage, Paula's haughty, Nordic looks had attracted most of the attention from the early female shoppers who cruised the various slave pens that filled the interior of the business. Paula's bidding price had peaked at fourteen thousand dollars, the winning bid put forward by the black wife of a local used car dealer, Pearl and her younger sister, Maybell. This was Pearl's third slave purchased at Dora's; word had it that Pearl and Maybell were ladies with unusually large sexual appetites. Whatever the reasons, here they were again.
"Damn, girl, you a fine, fine piece of tail!" Pearl intent of taking her time examining her latest buy. "Don't you think so, Maybell? Think this here gal is just the cutest little thing?"
"Yeah, she sweet, alright. Gonna need a lotta educatin' in how we want things done, though. I can tell she still got some ways to go in order to keep my hips movin', know what I mean?"
"Oh, get off it, Maybell. You was sayin' the same damn thing 'bout them other two bitches when we got 'em - and all them moans you was makin' last night sure didn't sound like you was complainin' in any way!"
Miss Ida and her Ma didn't make much money in their various house-cleaning jobs, but the thoughtful Resident Discount allowed for them to be able to afford to buy just the sweetest little nineteen year-old white gal the other week. Yep, a pretty, perky petite ex-cheerleader named Janet. Janet was yellin' and jumpin' up and down, cheerin' on her college football team a couple months ago. Now Janet's world was a completely different one; the squat, rotund black woman who cleaned floors and scrubbed toilets for a living was now the one who liked nothin' better than straddling Janet's chest in order that Janet mouth could do some intense cleanin' of that ol' black pussy. It seemed that in this tiny, substandard ghetto apartment, all life for Janet consisted of scrubbin', cookin' and pleasurin' Miss Ida and Ma.
Ma must have been in her late 80s or early 90s, but that didn't stop her from havin' Janet down on her knees eatin' Ma's old wrinkled cunt or suckin' at Ma's smelly asshole three or four times a day. Janet accepted her fate as a slave to these two old sistas, but it was still hard for her to get used to being regularly bent over by and paddled Miss Ida each day. It was so painful and Miss Ida always insisted that Janet thank her after each heavy stroke of that rough wooden instrument. Miss Ida keep tellin' Janet that she'd get used to it...
Miss Ida's usual daily routine with slave Janet was the dozen or so hard whacks with the paddle immediately upon arriving home for work. Then the fat old black woman would toss the slavegirl unto the bed for a session of face-riding Janet's cute pink lips for the first orgasm of the evening - as far as Miss Ida was concerned, that is; Ma's ancient pussy had usually had a lot of attention from Janet throughout the day.
Miss Ida's solid frame would shift it's crushing weight on slave Janet's as the captive girl licked and suckled on that thick black clit. "Um-Hum', yas, yas! Dat's the way, girl, dat's the way eat pussy! You keeps on goin' now, don't you stop. Your Miss Ida, she's gettin' ready to cum in yo' face! Yas, she gonna feed ya all kinds of pussy juice, have ya lap it all up....!"
One thing about Slave City: It sure did encourage entrepreneurship of behalf of it's citizens. Miss Ida, for example, finally realized that not only could her pretty white slave Janet be a source of much pleasure at home, she could also be a source of some much-needed supplemental cash when put to work out on the street. After arranging for a corner space in front of a grocery in return for a small daily fee, Miss Ida, with only a large window sign, an old armchair and a beat-up mattress, was ready for business. And to Miss Ida's delight, business was good. Nothing like an opportunity to fuck a cute piece of ass to make an afternoon stroll worthwhile. Convenient too. In her first two hours on the corner, slave Janet had fucked three customers, sucked off two others and had licked two cunts. Not bad. Already Miss Ida had begun to calculate how much of Janet's earnings could be set aside for the purchase of another slavegirl to work alongside her. Also, perhaps it might be a good idea to rent a larger apartment or a small house in order that she might set herself up as a madam with her own small stable of slave whores. Out such simple beginnings are fortunes sometimes made....
Miss Ida's first day as a street-corner vendor of slave pussy was coming to an end. Her pretty white slave, Janet, had attracted a surprisingly large number of customers who gladly paid the modest fee to sample what she had. Slave Janet's lips were sore from sucking all those cocks and clits, her mouth and throat tasted of putrid cum and cunt juices and her pussy was so raw that she cried and wrenched in pain as she took the cock of the last customer of the evening.
"C'mon, girl, sit yourself down on our nice gentleman's dick. Hurry up, gal, don't keep him waitin'! You don't wanna make me look bad in front of these other peoples, do ya?"
Janet groan was shrill as she impaled herself. It hurt something awful as she obediently began to move and grind her hips, thrilling the customer with her fucking.....
Lonnie had bought freckled-faced Claudette only a day before and he had already rode her with his big dick at least a dozen times. He didn't know what it was about her that made his cock instantly get hard and twitching, but whatever it was, she had it. Lonnie lived with his main woman, Scarlett, and although she had not hesitated in the least when it can to using slave Claudette to satisfy her own needs, Scarlett still was having a jealously problem. Damn, she thought, he's addicted to that bitch's pale pussy; every time I look, he's on top of her. It wasn't a case of Lonnie having ignored Scarlett. She still got her share of that hard fuckin' - it just wasn't as often as that new slave bitch was gettin' hers. Already, very tentative thoughts, tentative but dark, had begun flirting around in Scarlett's brain. Thoughts of perhaps poison or some kind of 'arranged' accident that would result on slave Janet no longer being around.....
Lonnie made his money in the City's shady underworld. Scarlett and he never discussed his 'work' - and she knew better than to ask. Lonnie could be quite dangerous if irritated in the slightest, so whatever Scarlett might consider in the way of ridding herself of this pesky slave would have to be done with great caution on her part.
Scarlett would have to hold her tongue and conceal her hostility toward this new slavegirl and all the attention being given her by Lonnie. Maybe, just maybe, Lonnie would actually injure the bitch by fucking her so damn often. Just like now: Lonnie had only been away for a little over an hour's time and it looked like he was getting ready to fuck slave Janet after having just returned to the house. Yes, Scarlett noticed the large bulging in his pants as he went over to the cringing captive and pulled her to him.
"You know, bitch, all I was thinkin' about was gettin' back home and fuckin' the shit outta ya," Lonnie told the slave. " C'mere, honey, give yo' Lonnie-man some more of those lovin' little kisses dat you do so well. Here, put yo' hand down here and feel how hard my dick is. Yeahhhh.....Big, ain't it? Shit, let's go inna bedroom now. I'm gonna fuck ya in the ass because I'm feelin' all randy-like, know what I'm sayin'?
"Scarlett, why don't ya come in with us? Got an idea, after I'm done fuckin' this bitch, why don't you go an' put on that big ol' strapon ya got and then you take your turn at drilling her in her ass while I watch? Yeah, I'd like to see that....."
Lonnie's big weakness was his gambling habit. Being young and somewhat overconfident, he was frequently easy pickings for the older, more experienced players who populated the card tables which he habitually sought out. it seems like Lonnie was always one winning card short of winning. Then one night he lost quite a lot to Big Benny, lost more money than he could get his hands on within the week. And Big Benny was definitely not the type of person who tolerated not being paid what he was owed. Lonnie, besides the bit of cash and car that he gave Big Benny to satisfy part of his debt, could offer only one other thing that might save his health and life prospects. And Big Benny took one look at slave Janet and decided to accept her as the remaining settlement to the debt owed to him.
Lonnie's cock had been large, but slave Janet soon discovered that Big Benny wasn't called that because of his height or weight! His hugeness stretched Janet's pussy and caused her to cry out in agony as he slam-fucked in that brutal way that he like so well. Her cries and screams were even louder when he turned her over on her stomach so that he shove that humongous shaft up her protesting rectum. She hoped that she might somehow stretch enough so that some of the distress might lessen - but he was just too big.....
"Uhhhhhh, here it comes, baby," Big Benny grunted as he once again began to crudely forced his monstrous cock into slave Janet's sore pussy. " Goddamn, gal, you is still tight! I ain't complainin' , though - I love feelin' my dick pryin' you open as it works it's way in....."
Janet head jerked from side to side and a hoarse gasp came from her cum-tasting throat as the head of Big Benny's thirteen inch shaft rammed against the rear of her uterine wall. "Hhhhhhhhuggggghhhhh....!" She felt as though she was being split apart.....
"Oh, yeah.... yeahhhhh. So good, baby... so goooooddddd...!"
Ronald Williams was one of the mid-sized Slave retailers who plied their trade in the seedy environs of Slave City. 'Ron's Slave Sales', while not as large an operations as some of the others, was still well-regarded for the quality of the slavegirls that populated it's stalls. Ron was a person who got in this rather unsavory field simply because he enjoyed having access to scores of pretty girls who couldn't say 'no' when he wanted his pleasures. Ron Williams had always had a big problem getting laid in his earlier days - the reason being that huge dick of his; the womenfolk tended to flee when they got a look at the size of it. There had also been many instances in which a woman had begged off after just a few minutes of having her insides battered by Ron's monster of a cock. For them, what Ron had for a cock was just a bit too much.
But the slavegirls that found themselves prisoners of Ron's Slave Sales could not say 'no' to the man who now was in complete control of them. They could only gag from trying to fit their captive mouths over that giant cock's width or whimper as it stretched their suffering pussies and assholes so much that it felt that their flesh would tear or rip. Out of each shipment of new slave meat, Master Ron would select two or three captives that especially appealed to him and keep them in a separate area to await his visits....
One of Master Ron's current choices for his personal attentions was a pretty 21 year-old filly named Anita. Anita had been previously engaged to a successful young man and had been looking forward to a wonderful life full of promise and contentment. Now all that was behind her as she gasped while obeying Master Ron's instruction to hold his cock in her dainty hands and admire it.
"It's all yours, gal," Ron whispered as he held Anita close to him. The slavegirl's fingers felt so good as they tried to wrap themselves around his huge meat. "Not many bitches get a chance to experience a superior dick like this one, so you should consider yourself real lucky."
Slave Anita suffered as Master Ron impaled her protesting pussy with his hard, huge pole. Ron liked to make his girls scream and squirm in their discomfort; it make him feel like a real macho man when they begged him to 'please stop, you're hurting me'. That only served to excite him more and keep his shaft hard as he ratcheted up the intensity of his sexual assault on their holes. He was assaulting Anita in one of the stall set aside for his 'personal-use' slavegirls while another chosen slavegirl looked one in horror in the knowledge that she would soon be subjected to the same treatment before the day was over. Ron always made sure that the other slaves who he had selected for himself would be able to look on or listen to the cries and moans of the bitch that he was raping; it thrilled him to know that they were trembling at the thought that they would have to experience the same terrible fate, that it would eventually be their turn. That made them sob and whimper in panic as he approached them with that grossly oversized, muscular cock fully erect and ready to do it's damage. He really enjoy that, making them cry even before he had started to press his big meat-weapon into their warm, yielding flesh.
Making it even more enjoyable at the moment was the presence of one of the midget maidens, Little Kari. Little Kari, ever the impertinent and irreverent sort, liked to closely observe Master Ron's rapes, making lewdly and sometime hilarious comments and even injecting herself into the action; licking Ron's balls or ass while he fucked or lending a small fist to whatever hole Ron's cock was not pummeling at the moment....
"Oh, fuckit, girl - you're acting like you haven't had a cock in ya before," chortled Little Kari as she watched slave Anita squirm and whine as Master Ron began to open up her cunt with his big dick. " Godamnit, Master, these young girls today just don't appreciate good lovin'! But she'll learn, she'll learn to appreciate it just like this other slavegal is appreciatin' how good my asshole tastes on her tongue."
Little Kari stretched out and pulled slave Anita's face toward hers. "Here, gimme that cute mouth of yours, girl - give your Little Kari some wet kisses while the Master fucks you...."
Miss Venus had just made her choice after careful consideration of all the new slave meat on display at Ron's Slave Sales. The petite slave Mary would suit her purposes just fine. The pale slave's next-door looks would be very popular as she was paired with some of the hardened bull-dyke and street ho performers in one of the popular lesbian sex shows that Miss Venus was known for putting on at her Venus Lesbian Palace. Her shows were usually old out in advance, the capacity audiences eager to watch as innocent slavegirls were put through their paces by the older veteran lesbian bitches that Miss Venus chose especially for their big clits and dominant sexual ways. The audiences loved seeing frightened and subservient slaves eating dome pussy and ass, painfully taking brutal fists and drinking quarts of dome piss. They howled with pleasure as the slavegirls screamed in pain as their dome partners flogged their tender bodies with an assortment of straps, belts, canes and paddles.
This slave Mary would be a perfect partner to endure the onstage attentions of Miss Bertha, a particular brutal and beefy street-whore who was a favorite performer of Miss Venus. Miss Venus would have to caution Betha, of course; Miss Bertha sometimes tended to get carried away and might damage this fragile little bitch if not properly -and repeatedly cautioned. But first, Miss Venus would keep Mary caged in her person quarters over the next week or so in order that she have the chance to show her new Mistress-owner the proper appreciation of being purchased.
Newly-bought slave Mary could only repress her urge to gag as she obediently open her mouth wide to accept the drooled spit offered her by her new Mistress-owner, Miss Venus.
"Ahhh, that's a sweet girl," Miss Venus said as her saliva trailed down to coat her new slave's submissive tongue. A cute, appealing tongue; so suitable for exploring all the dark, wet places that the Mistress had in mind for it. "Now taste it thoroughly before you swallow it. Mmmm, you like it, don't you...?
For a pair of mature, hard-edged dome dykes like Shona and Ginger, being featured performers at the Venus Lesbian Palace was a very pleasant situation in which they essentially got paid for indulging themselves to their heart's content. Both had deeply-ingrained traits of dominant/sadism and a definite liking for getting their pleasures from the rough use of their subservient slavegirl stage partners. Ginger was a good ol' country gal, a former biker mama and barfly. She had come to especially enjoy using the compact whip taken off the dead body of another rival domme in a fight over a young female captive that they had both claimed. That had been a decade ago, but Ginger had shown no signs of mellowing as she approached her middle 50s. Shona was a black former streetwalker and brothel whore, a real tough old sista who once took possession of a cute little blond gal from a particular tough pimp and his number-one ho by cutting their throats as they slept. She was too old to work the street corners now, but no matter as she had become an audience favorite at the Lesbian Palace with her sometimes savage ways in taking her pleasure.
These two hard-assed bitches had formed an unlikely friendship in the early days of their employment at the Palace that was first based on each admiring the other's work onstage. Now roommates in their moderate quarters located on an upper floor in the building that housed the Palace, Ginger and Shona were the types who sometimes tool their work home with them. Today their 'work' was poor slave Patty, a delectable piece of pussymeat who had been forced to serve as Shona's submissive partner in her time onstage. Only last night had slave Patty caused audience cocks to harden and audience pussies to moisten as she dutifully closed out their act by tearfully gulping down the foul lumps of turd that a squatting, sexually satiated Shona had grunted out of her ass. A standing ovation for Shona and her latest little bitch.
Miss Venus, ever so eager to keep one of her top performer domes happy and in the fold, had agreed to Shona's request to buy slave Patty for discounted sum. Patty would be replaced onstage by yet another slavegirl who would thrilled the onlookers by doing whatever Shona wanted her to; slave Patty's new mission in life would be as a live-in slave to her Mistresses Ginger and Shona.
Ginger patiently waited her turn with their new slavemeat, watching intently as her girlfriend Shona played tongue-tag with slavemeat Patty on the bed. Ginger noticed that Shona was in heat now, her dark skin glistening with a thin coat of sweat as she began working her hard, experienced fist into Patty's protesting asshole and she knew what was coming. What was coming was so much shrill screaming and shrieking from slavemeat Patty as Shona's black fist dug it's way ever so much deeper up Patty's rectum. Shona knew just how to inflict so much delicious agony without causing injury and everyone else on their floor would hear the slave's loud, pitiful cries as her dome Shona finally cored her relentless arm in up to the elbow.
Yes, Ginger had to wait for her chance to introduce herself and her whip to this new slavebitch, but in the meantime it was going to be quite a show.....
Of course the majority of lesbian purchases of slavegirls were for strictly non-commercial purposes. The ladies of the 12th Street Social Circle had pooled their monies to buy a fresh-faced virgin, a very expensive proposition indeed. Virgins of legal age were rare nowadays, so this had been no bargain. Fifty thousand was the non-negotiable price for the blond-tressed 23 year-old virgin former school teacher named Dianne. But the Circle ladies had wanted a beauty unspoilt by the cocks of men, someone of beauty and able to wet the panties of the members when they thought of their time with her.
Dianne had not been broken or trained like the majority of slavegirls purchased; the ladies of the Circle thought that it would be so much better to be able to themselves make her into the dutiful sexual slave maiden that they wanted her to be. This was slave Dianne's first night of enslavement at the Circles basement facility that they had set aside for her. Her first protests were discouraged by the whips that had been handed out to the first grouping of lust-eyed women who came to visit her and get acquainted. Miss Emma had drawn the first straw; she would have the honor of being the first to show slave Dianna how to eat a woman's pussy.
The slavegirl, a product of a religious upbringing, whetted the ladies' appetites with her pleadings as Miss Emma pulled her gently but firmly to the bed in which she would be performing her subservient duties to her Mistresses for the many years to come.
"Come, darling, climb on the bed with me so I can begin teaching you how to satisfy an experienced woman," Miss Emma insisted with an urgency resulting from a pussy twitching from anticipation.
"Oh, please! Please don't...." The slave's words were cut short by a half-dozen strokes of another lady's whiplet.
"Get your pitiful ass on the bed, you fucking thankless bitch," the other lady yelled at Dianne as she raised her arm to deliver another stinging blow.
"Now, now, no need for that, is there, dear? See, our sweetie was just a little shy, that's all. Here, my girl, suck on this tit. It will make you feel better...."
But even with the lesbian-oriented share of the slavery business, two-thirds of the retail buying market in Slave City still composed of men. Men, with their sometimes irrational sexual drives; men who felt the need to satisfy the urges that built up in their cocks, cocks that bulged and throbbed beneath all those trousers and jeans. The males just had to have it, just had to have that hard, snug feeling that came from having their dicks deep inside a slavegirl's pussy, mouth and ass.
These men made the slave-hunters, the slave wholesalers and retailers rich - or at the least, financially comfortable. Lust, pure and simple, was the name of the game. The captured slavegirls, from all walks of life and from all parts of the nation, were the living, human, chattel in this game, this business. They had no rights, no way of protest or resistance. They could only serve, to obey, to satisfy the needs of those who purchased their bodies.
So it still was back at Ron's Slave Sales as Master Ron enjoyed the supple body of yet another captured slavebitch who had caught his fancy. Her sale price, based on the fact that she had be so brutally used since she was bought wholesale, would be lower - but not so much as one would think. There were buyers who preferred bitches who had been sexually broken down by a crude stud like Master Ron; these slaves would feel a relief at servicing normal cocks and satisfying normal desires in contrast to what they had endured from his too-big shaft and his sometimes hour-long fuckings.
Ron's voice was guttural and hoarse as he grunted out orders to the slavemeat who sat astride him, her aching asshole impaled on his rock-hard shaft. " Work it, cunt. Work that ass. Keep it movin' ! Yeah, like that! Keep that butt movin! Faster!"
The slavegirl bounced her ass faster, up and down on that huge dick that felt like it would tear at her innards. The pain was so was overwhelming - but she had no choice but to give her Master what he wanted. Give him everything he wanted...
Although white slavery could be quite an uncomfortable experience for the slavegirls involved, there were instances of tenderness and consideration within the sales stalls within Slave City. Girls who, in normal circumstances, would have lived their lives confined strictly within a certain social strata, would now have the opportunity to meet and mix with new people and surroundings. So in a way, the slave retailers of Slave City were performing a valuable social service by bringing together people of different economic backgrounds and outlooks. Take slave Tammy, for example: If Tammy had not been abducted just two days before her wedding, she would probably would have spent most of her life in a dreary routine of upper-class pursuits and submitting to her dull financier husband's small cock. Now Tammy would be saved from all that, now she would be able to experience a almost radical change of scenery and living conditions...
The Ralston family had traveled hundreds of miles from their back-country farm to select a suitable life-slave to join and serve them. They were not rich by any means, having had to save money for years in order to be able to afford buying a slavebitch like Tammy. And yes, the Ralstons did like Tammy, liked her a lot. Such a nice girl, such pretty hair, such a wonderful body..... Mama and Grandma Ralston thought of how slave Tammy would be able to help out on the homestead by doing the cooking, housecleaning, farm labor - and Tammy's tongue would be used to satisfy their neglected pussies and assholes at night. Pa Ralston's thoughts were mostly of how he would be able to ram Tammy's holes whenever the urge prompted him - and he knew that those urges would be coming frequently...
"Yes, girl," Ma Ralston breathed into slave Tammy's ear along with a wet, appreciative tongue, "we're gonna take such good care of you. And I know you're gonna do your very best to take care of us, mmmmm? We know you are gonna enjoy your new life back at our place. It's kinda run down, but you'll be able to help tidy things up...."
While slave Tammy was only one girl and there was only so much that she could do, like any good slave, she did her best. Life on the Ralston homestead was somewhat difficult, but Tammy's efforts did manage to win over the approval of her new owners. As country people, the Ralston clan appreciated hard work when they saw it and they never hesitated to reward it. A good girl like Tammy, they all decided, deserved to be spared the pangs of loneliness when not hard at work cleaning up the barn or helping haul firewood or fetching water from the well... Pa Ralston made it his duty to visit slave Tammy a couple times during the day; her available pussy was always snug around his cock and she never failed to move and rotate her hips in the way that Pa liked.
But Ma, Pa and Grandma Raltson also shared Tammy with Cousin Roy. Cousin Roy was the one who helped things greatly around the farm with his truck and strong arms. It was only fair that Ray also be allowed privileges with cute, compliant Tammy. And it was also a chance for Tammy to have special time with someone closer to her own age.
Cousin Roy Raltson wasn't a greedy person; he didn't push for more time with Tammy, he was a patient and understanding young man. He always waited until slave Tammy had attended to the needs of the elder relatives' needs before dragging her into the spare bedroom in order to take what he wanted.
Roy liked fucking Tammy's tight ass, enjoyed ramming his hard dick hard and deep. Tammy's moans were so sweet to his ears.....
While some slaves like Tammy did travel far from the environs of Slave City to do their service for their new owners, others like slave Paula and slave Mildred, were slated to begin their new lives of servitude at locations only a few city blocks or so from the slave retail stalls from which they were purchased.
Madam Carla was an owner of a small but well-attended whorehouse situated on a trash-laden back street frequented by the lower strata of Slave City citizenry. But while Madam Carla might have catered to a sleazier clientele, that didn't mean that she wasn't dedicated to providing them with the best servicing from the mouths, asses and cunts of her small stable of slave-whores. Not many a customer stumbled from Carla's establishment without having his semen drained from his balls by the holes of her obedient slaves. Their total satisfaction kept them coming back, leaving their hard-earned money and having no complaints about leaving it.
Slaves Mildred and Paula's first hours of whorehouse work would be closely watched and supervised by Madam Carla to make sure that they displayed the proper positive attitude and learning abilities towards their new duties. The Madam had a sharp eye and was never hesitant to intervene in order correct a novice slave-whore; some of them would always need special instruction or guidance concerning their techniques or mental approach to the work that they were now obliged to do.
But the Madame was grudgingly pleased by how these two novices were performing. While slave Mildred was being approached by a customer who was telling her to bend over so he could push his dick up her ass, slave Paula was busy trying to stretch her mouth over and take in as much of an old black tramp's big cock down her throat as possible...
"They look like they're going to be good girls," the Madame said to herself. "Good girls, indeed...."
Within the slave value system, virgin slaves were held to be the most sought-after. A true, verified virgin's price could be two to three times the price of an non-virgin girl of equal looks and stature. There was quite a large waiting list ('special order') of well-heeled clients who were willing to pay the steeper price for the privilege of deflowering an innocent and previously - unfucked girl of 18 - 21. The slavers were constantly pressuring their contracted bounty hunters to find and bring in those legal-aged virgin damsels who were beautiful of face and firm of body. And although the hunters ranged far and wide in their searches, the retailers of Slave City were lucky to obtain more than a few such slavegirls each month.
Virgin slave-bitches not only served to fetch higher prices, they were also used as additional element to cement deals and political alliances. Many a corrupt official or law agent would demand that a virgin slavegirl be thrown in as an sweetener along with the usual wads of cash bribes. Although they needed the protection that the bribed officials provided them, the slavers were no fools and it was rare that they would consent to parting freely with such a prize. No, the slavers were hard bargainers: The official might be able to have a virgin - but only at a discounted price. After having to pay a bounty hunter up to twenty thousand dollars for a captured virgin, the usual bribery discount was one-half to one-third off the retail price.
Bonnie was the prize that closed the 'protection' deal between her slaver and the state's highest-ranking law enforcement officer. After the arrangement (renewed for the third consecutive year) was agreed upon, slave Bonnie, a 20 year-old virgin daughter of a minister, was allowed to be purchased by the official for the 30% discounted price of $50,000.00 - a sum deducted from the sum being paid for the protection agreement covering the upcoming fiscal year.
Bonnie would go on be a big hit at the official's secret sex parties. That's after she had been so brutally and repeatedly stripped of her innocence in that small cell that he kept her in. He had enjoyed the many nights, the many sweat-filled hours he had spent fucking her in the most perverted manner, gradually transforming slave Bonnie into the whore that he knew she could be...
The slave stalls were filled with beautiful slave bitches who had so abruptly been snatched away form their previous lives. At the beginning of their incarceration, there were so many tales of woe, so many tearful entreaties for mercy or relief from the trembling lips of pretty novices unsure of what the future held for them. They shrank back as the slavers and potential owners squeezed and pinched their breasts and nipples, testing their firmness. They shrieked as the leather whips, crops and wooden paddles impacted their bodies in the first sessions of discipline and training...
But these slaves weren't be honest, not really. They really wanted this; they just were not aware that they did. Under their veneers of innocence, they were all whores, were they not? Deep down, didn't these bitches really yearn to exist without the responsibilities of choice and decision? Didn't they really not want to have the honor of satisfying rather than being satisfied? Yes, they wanted this. They needed this....
And customers like Mrs. Lucile Feingold knew it.
Mrs. Feingold's beauty queen looks had long faded - helped along by her hard-living ways and the always-handy alcohol and drugs that were a part of her globe trotting lifestyle. Her visit, along with her sister and indulgent husband Hank, was her fourth at the crowded slave stables of Beech Street Slavers within the year. Those other girls that she had chosen had worked out well, but for someone as jaded as Mrs. Feingold, the attractiveness of a slavegirl tended to wear off quickly after so many weeks of use. Having tired of that particular girl, she would find herself again cruising the slave stalls for someone new. Hubby Hank had no problems with this; his wife's throw-offs made for good fun down in the special torture chamber that he kept stocked.
Mrs. Feingold knew how these slaves really were; she knew that deep down, these bitches really wanted to be of service to someone as famous and well-known as she. Like this slave bitch named Martha . Martha didn't fool her with that woe-is-me face and sorrowful eyes, didn't fool her at all. Mrs. Feingold knew that bitches like Martha pretended that they didn't want to be treated like common whores - but they really did. They just wouldn't admit it, that's all.....
Mrs. Feingold's face was hard while looking down into slave Martha's wide eyes as the girl labored so earnestly at eating her experienced pussy. "Keep on, you little whore, keep on lapping away with that tongue of yours. Stop acting like this is new to you. You know that this is what you wanted to do as soon as I walked in here. Even before I bought your sorry ass. So keep at it. Show me what a nasty, naughty little pervert you really are...."
Yes, these slaves all wanted it; they wanted to be treated like pieces of meat. They just didn't realize it, that's all. But eventually their new owners would make them realize it. That's why their Superiors used the hard and harsh whippings and beatings - to make these stubborn slave-bitches admit that this was the life that they were made for. To force them to acknowledge that they deserved to be owned and used. It was just unfortunate that their respective Masters and Mistresses were unable to help these slaves find their true inner selves without having to resort to intense physical punishment; but they had to do it. The average slave slut was always reluctant to admit that they were most happy when
seeing to the needs of their owners, whether it was taking His big cock up her ass or using a tongue to clean out Her rectum. So the slave might have cried out from the pain inflicted upon her by her Superior, but we all know that in some hidden recess of her mind, she knew that it was all for her own good.
"Uhhhhhh...please! Not again! It hurts...!" Newly - purchased slave Cindy pleaded as Master Herb forced his eager cock into her sore pussy for the third time that night. "Nooooooo.....owwwww...!"
But Master Herb knew that Cindy really didn't want him to stop. She might have thought that she did, but Herb knew that deep inside, she really wanted him to fuck her, use her, humiliate her again and again. And Herb, being the considerate, caring Master that he was, intended to show his new slavegirl the joys that came with recognizing her true submissive nature. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You want me to put the belt to you again? Do you?"
Cindy immediately quieted. Only soft sobs now as she obediently arched her hips up to meet the full force of Master Herb's slamming thrusts.
"See, I knew you liked it," Herb grunted in her ear as his dick attacked her cunt harder, shaking her body. Yeah, he knew that Cindy loved it. They all did....
one of the more unique services available in Slave City was offered up by a secretive society of urban witches called the Sisters of Wraith. No one really knew just how many members the group had, but it was rumored to number in the hundreds and that some of the country's most powerful women were included in its rolls. Whatever the reason, this society had existed for a century and showed signs of expanding it's reach into all areas of the nation. But here in Slave City, it's main outlet to the outside world consisted of it's slave re-sale and slave disposal services. The disposal of slavegirls was an especially - needed service; how did one safely and conveniently rid one's self of a slave when one wanted to replace her or if she was no longer desirable to keep, either for reasons of finance or her not living up to expectations. The authorities tended to react badly to finding bodies of slaves randomly dumped in the countryside or floating in rivers, so some safe method of getting rid of used slaves was solely needed. Hence the Sisters of Wraith, who paid a slight price for your slavegirl and took all responsibility off your hands.
The Sisters of Wraith believed that their witches would gain the life forces of the slaves that they tortured and finally put to death, that in the moment of a slave's most intense agonies, that slave emitted a part of their essence that could be absorbed by whatever witch-bitch who had inflicted all the pain and torment. An even more powerful life-energy could be yielded up by the slave in her last moments of life - her very soul draining from her dying body and absorbed by her Wraith. No one could attest to the accuracy of these beliefs, of course, but it was a fact that members of the society seemed to enjoy a robust health and most appeared to look at least a decade younger than their actual ages.
Although the Wraiths advertised a 're-sale' service, no one could ever recall any such transactions. Maybe they did do some re-sales of their slaves, but so far it seemed a case of whatever slaves were taken in by the Wraiths never left alive....
Manuela and her husband had enjoyed the past six months of the pleasures that slave Joyce had provided them. Such an obedient and sincere slave. It was not a matter of their being displease with slave Joyce; it was only that both Manuela and her beau were tired of her and intended to replace her with new meat. So it was convenient for Manuela to have the Sisters of Wraith to take her slave off her hands - and also make a little cash in the process. Manuela was disappointed in the small price she got, but it was a case of being able to rid herself of the slave and moving on....
"See how good this puta licks your pussy," Manuela told the Wraith with whom she bargained. " I tell you, she's got a tongue that will make all of you quiver throughout the night! She's well worth over three hundred dollars! How about two for her?"
The Wraith representative chuckled as she felt the slave's wet and earnest tongue on her clit. " Oh, all the slaves get to be very good at eating cunt here - they have to. No big deal. But two hundred's a good price......"
The day's new purchases were reviewed at the end of each day. It was then time for the somewhat involved process of deciding which slave would be given to what witch to serve out her last days. The Wraiths had a fair system to determine all this: It was a simple case of the next Wraith Witch on the list. That way, conflicts and any possible accusations of favoritism were neatly avoided - and besides, the steady volume of incoming slaves was such that any witch who wanted it could have a fresh slavegirl to do with as she wished in the usual timeframe of every two weeks. Wraith Charlotte was the witch who usually oversaw the list of assignments. After spending an hour or so directing the usual get-acquainted sex-and-punishment sessions, she was ready to get on with her duties. Although it would be easy to just randomly give any slave to any witch, Charlotte was one who exercised a diligence that made her very popular for her position as assignor. For instance, the new slave Beth had the willowy, lithe stature that would especially appeal to Wraith Eunice while the crying, trembling slave Maria had the short hair and more sturdy physique that would appeal to the old witch called Theresa. Both Theresa and Eunice were next on the list for assignments and each would surely enjoy their time with their newest victims and exact every last ounce of pleasure and life-force that could be had from them.
"Sister Ann, would you please summon Sisters Eunice and Theresa in from the Waiting Room? Tell them that their new girls are ready and so eager to serve them. Tell them that we can attest to these sweet bitches' cunt-eating abilities and that both show great promise."
The first few minutes of meeting her assigned Wraith Witch was usually a shocking experience for a new slave-victim.
There was always something a bit unnerving about the eyes and manner of the Wraith and the way in which the Wraith examined her body and probed her holes with ruthless and rude fingers. Although the slavegirl usually had no idea of the purpose of the Society, it soon became clear that something here was very usual and very wrong. Perhaps it was the distant and muffled screams and pleadings that somehow managed to escape from all those closed doors down that wide, dank hallway. Full-throated screams that were more intense that any screams that the slaves had emitted throughout all their term of slavery to their former owners. Perhaps it was the faint, pungent odor that somehow managed to defy all the applications of disinfectants and cleaning agents. Whatever the reasons, the new slaves' depression and apprehensions were almost always rapidly replaced by a dreadful fear previously unknown to them.
It was only 15 minutes into her first meeting with her assigned Wraith, Marbela - but slave Rhonda was already in a state of dread. Her pretty face had already been reddened and bloodied by the powerful series of slaps from Marbela's hand. "This is to get our relationship off the proper start," Marbela had stated. " This is to let you know that you will experience so many different things in the time we will spend together."
Marbela's mate, Sonia was there also. Tall, with those frightful and deranged eyes. " You will service Sonia as well as you service me," Marbela instructed. " We do everything together..."
"Now, slave, give your newest and final owners kisses from your sweet mouth. Open wide, girl, and give our tongues your greetings...." Rhonda's eyes teared even more as she did her best to answer her owners' probing and aggressive tongues with her own.
In the dungeon room designated as No. 4, the exchange of life forces was strong. After three days of the most delicious torture of her assigned sacrificial slave, the fat witch known only as 'Big Emma' had decided that it was finally time for her to take everything that the slave had left to offer her. Holding the sword that she had inherited from her 200 year-old Wraith mother, Big Emma had positioned her slave on the concrete floor. The eons-old chants that Big Emma had uttered lasted only a few minutes and then it was time for the strong-armed swing of the sharp sword. It took two blows to completely sever the slave's pretty head, but it was so much worth it as Big Emma's rounded body quivered wildly as her victim's last bit of soul-energy rushed out and was captured.
"Uggggghhhhhh....Ohhhhhhh...." Big Emma's voice was guttural and throaty as she threw back her head, accepting the gift of the slave's tortured soul flooding into her. The other witches in the room all turned to watch as Big Emma's eyes bulged and her big body shook in a minutes-long orgasm....
But over in the another corner of the room, a new voice joined in the chorus as the slave named Dianna screamed at the top of her lungs as Wraith Lucida began to slowly, every so slowly, cut out one of her eyes with that dull knife....
"Noooooo! NOOOoooo! Oh, God!" The slave's screams intensified as the Witch Lucida knife dug into her eye.
Lucida thrilled at the energy that was being generated by the slave's terror and excruciation began to flow into her own body. " Oh, yes, my girl. Such pretty blue eyes you have. I must have them both for my collection, my darling. Give them to me...."
"Godddd! Help me! Aaaiiiieeeee....!"
"Mmmm...here it comes. Just a little more and then we'll stop the bleeding before we move on to the other one, okay?"
There were some very ironic and poignant moments that occurred over the years at the Sisters of Wraith compound. Life tends to sometimes offer revenge against those who flaunt their own petty cruelties towards others, being crueler than those offenders could ever imagine. So it was with slave Harriet, that former college cheerleader who had finally began to bore her slave-owner and then had been sold to the Wraiths for the sum of one hundred dollars.
It was so ironic that she had been assigned to the young Wraith Witch named Beanice. Beanice, who had gone to high school with Harriet. The Beanice whom Harriet and her friends had nicknamed "Goofy Face" and had endured their taunts and bullying throughout those school years. Beanice, who had never complained about her treatment. Beanice, who had never forgot.
"Oh, I remember you," the astonished Beanice had exclaimed. "I remember you so well! And here you are! All those incantations that I've uttered over all the years - and I had come to believe that nothing would come of them. But here you are! Yes, you do remember me, I can tell from the look on your face. Well, I just want you to know that I hold no grudges against you now - but I'm so happy to be the one to help you atone for your bad behavior toward those less fortunate than you. I'm not like the other witches here; I don't get off from causing needless suffering. No, my pretty Harriet - I get my life-energy jolts in the course of doing a good deed. As you can probably see, I've been a nurse for some time, serving down in the most neglected inner-city areas. I specialize in finding badly-needed organs for transplanting into very poor and very needy patients in my hospital...."
Slave Harriet's eyes widened and her complexion paled as she began to realize the implications of Beanice's words.
And Beanice laughed softly as she saw the look on Harriet's face. " Yes, Harriet, my patients need a steady supply of fresh organs to keep them alive. The fresher the better....."
Beanice's face practically beamed from behind her large glasses as she began to pull on a surgical glove. " I don't mind all the blood, you understand," she told her terrified victim. " But a lady just has to protect her nails, don't you agree? Now, I can see that you're going to be a good organ donor. I hope you don't get upset just because I don't have anything to give you for the pain while I'm working on you. Don't worry, I won't mind if you carry on a bit as I operate.
"First I'll remove your kidney, then your liver - got a rush order on those, okay? After that, it'll just be us having fun as I cut you open and explore around inside you for a bit before you finally die on me. Hope you don't mind if I cut out your heart and take it home. I have an idea of making the most wonderful broth...."
A sacrificial slave's anticipation of her own horrible death is such a powerful thing. The energy that is generated has more force than the finest aphrodisiac to a Wraith Witch. So it was with the Witch Eunice as she soaked in the panicked terror given off by the newest slave, Beth, as the terrified girl cowered in the corner of the small execution room.
"Oh, please! No! Please! I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!"
Eunice's old pussy was beginning to leak its juices as her victims' anguished cries grew more and more pitiful. The slave had spent the previous night thrilling Eunice's pussy and asshole with her tongue, had did everything in the hopes of being spared. So much energy for Eunice to soak in, to absorb.....
"There, there, my child. Don't be so negative after all the good times you've given me. My daughter Nina here is so good with her little ax. See how cleanly your friend's neck was chopped yesterday? That's how she's going to do yours. Come here, my young darling. Come into my arms so I can give you the last kisses that you will have in life. Don't fight it, sweetie. Give me your soul and your pretty head. All my friends will forever remember and appreciate your beauty when they visit my home and see your head mounted with all the others on my wall.....
"Yes, dear. That's the way. Let me embrace you. Mmmmmmm..... Now accept my tongue and my spit down your pretty throat........ Such a pretty throat..."
It would take some time for Cindy Ellen's family to put together the huge ransom that Cindy's captors had demanded for her and her sisters' safe return. But the mobsters weren't worrying; they knew that the Ellen family had millions in assets and they also knew that the Ellen clan adored their young daughters. Yes, the family already had their minions busy choosing which real estate assets, treasury bonds, etc. to liquidate in order to present the twelve million dollars in cash.
In the meanwhile, Cindy would be providing some much-appreciated relief and relaxation to her captors. Of course, this was only after she had undergone a few hours of punishment. Amazing how a little bit of paddling and strap can change a 19 year-old girl's mind when it comes to giving up all the pleasures that her body is capable of.
"C'mere, you sweet little white bitch," one of the mobster's girlfriend demanded loudly as she snatched Cindy by the arm. "My boyfriend says you got some good pussy, so I gonna find out how good you can be at makin' me feel good! These other ho's just gonna have to wait 'til me and you is done doing our thing, right?"
Big Mack's big cock hurt so much as it started stretching open Monique's Ellen's virgin asshole.
"I don't care if yo' daddy buys you back or not", Big Mack chuckled as his peckerhead pushed its way deeper into the captive's anus.
"Either way, you is gonna make me some good money, whether it's yo' daddy's cash or if you ends up sellin' your pussy on the street fo' me. Yeahhhh, either way - you is gonna make Big Mack happy!"
"Oh, Godddd...... NO!" Sweet Monique's cute mouth screamed a cry of anguish as Mack's black dick now was working it's way up her ass, now almost up to the hilt.
"Ughhhhhh..... Ughhhh-h-h-h," Monique's head rolled side to side as Mack began pounding her close-in, pinning her back up against the rusted metal door of the dank concrete bunker.
"Don't fight it, bitch. Give in to it. Take all of it! Give up every inch of that asshole, Bitch! Give it up!"
Myra Ellen cried both from pain and shame as her trim, elegant body tried it's best to move in rhythm with that of her captor Jason. Her cunt was totally filled with Jason's wide and long cock as he began to yet another rape-fuck of her once-proud body. As the eldest Ellen sister, 25 year-old Myra was used to looked up to by her two younger siblings. But she was so thankful that neither of them could see her now as she was forced to rotate and buck her hips like one common street whore.
"Yeah, gal....yeah-h-h-h....." Jason groaned as Myra lifted her hips, lifted them just right to meet one of his jackhammer thrusts. "Yeahhhhh....just like dat," he whispered in her ear as she obediently grinded her pussy against his cock. "Just like a ho'...." He put his weight on her now; began fucking her like the black men fucked black women down in the ghetto....
Myra's cunt was tormented by the power of her captor's long cock as he began again breaking her down with his cruel fucking. Her insides had spasms of pain as his big cockhead slammed hard against the deepest walls.
"Mmmmmm...You a much better fuck than yo' sisters, bitch! After we get through, I'm gonna paddle ya until I know you gonna be real ready to put on a show for your sisters. They gonna watch ya as you shows them how to be a real ho.........."
LeRoy was taking it easy after engaging in yet another rape session of Doreen, his hostage of two days. By now, they would have discovered the note he left for her drug - dealing father to find. And her father knew that he was in no position to call the police to assist in finding Doreen. Of course, Doreen's dad had a lot of power and muscle on his side - but LeRoy also had a lot of fellow crazy gangbangers who weren't afraid of anybody. So right now, the only thing that had his attention was this gorgeous piece of white pussy laying beside him.
This pretty bitch was drivin' him crazy. His huge cock was beginning to throb again, starting to swell up in size. Pre-cum forming at the head. LeRoy didn't say anything but Doreen noticed it and pleaded, " Please, please don't! I'm so sore.......!"
LeRoy didn't speak, but it was clear what he had in mind as he slowly but aggressively dug a finger, then two fingers in Doreen's asshole.
His victim quivered with the dreadful knowledge of what was coming and that she could do nothing to stop him from doing what he wanted.
"Oh, no....No-o-o..! Please don't........please!" His fingers were digging deeper now, hurting her more....
LeRoy's voice was hoarse. His dick was swelling to an almost monstrous length. "Turn over, baby. I'm gonna break you in real good...gonna teach ya to like it!"
Some women weren't abducted for money, only for the unrestricted sex that they could provided their captors.
That was the case with Carolynn and Gloria, two college girls who got lost while exploring the Big City and made the mistake of accepting a ride from the wrong people.
They initially resisted, of course, but it only took a few hours of 'attitude adjustment' to make them both servile and compliant. These gang members were not patient; they wanted to fuck some white pussy and that was that.
Back at the gang's hangout, the two captured girls learned how sex was practiced in the 'hood. It would be almost a month before they were totally broken and put to work making money for the gang as drug-addicted, back-alley prostitutes. Never to again see their families or the people they were raised with...
Carolynn and Gloria were forced to put on quite a show back at the gang's headquarters; the first of many such sex-shows for the amusement of their gang captors.
Gloria pretty mouth was thrilling to Bobo as she learned how to suck his black cock; managing to cause his nuts to push their supply of heavy cum up the long length of his shaft and flood into her waiting throat. Bobo threatened " You better not spill a drop! Swallow it all!"
Carolynn was also learning to take orders and do what she was told, no matter what. And it hurt her a lot as one of the gang's females forced her to lower her asshole and impale herself on a gang thug's thick dick. The pain was overwhelming, but it was a way of teaching Carolynn to fuck no matter how much it hurt. She also learned the basic fact that gangsters liked to fuck girl up the ass......
Anna Peoria was a 19 year-old tourist who came to the States and was captured one night and never found. No one could discover what had become of this beautiful young from a foreign upper-class upbringing who arrived one day to visit and had simply disappeared....
What they could discover was that Anna had been a 'Special Order' kidnap victim; the kidnappers had spotted her as she left her hotel; saw that she almost perfectly fit the specifications put out by a powerful inner-city brothel Madam named Mama Malene. Mama Malene was tired of all those tough black gals she had been involved with over the years - " I want one of them cute white gals with blonde hair," the Madam had decreed. "And she gotta have a real nice tongue that can lick all my holes and make me feel good all over!"
Amazing what fifty thousand dollars can buy when the right people are contacted.
Mama had a nice little room waiting down in that big cellar of her house. Soundproof. Locked metal door. Air conditioned...
"You mine now," Big Black Mama Malene told her thoroughly frightened slave. "I is gonna keep you until the end of my days. And if you want to live, then you is gonna have to please me every time I comes down here to visit you. I knows you hurtin' from me punishin' you. But if you do a good job of pleasin' all my holes, I is gonna treat you real nice, understand? If you dares to disobey me even once, real bad things is gonna happen to ya. Real bad things!"
Anna could only cry as Mama lowered her big body down on top of hers.
"Give Mama a good kiss, sweetie. Show me how much you belongs to me...."
Mama's thick tongue was wet and dripped thick saliva as it found Anna's repulsed mouth .....
Betty and Beatrice's drug-dealing father had thought that he could yet again talk his Asian suppliers into extending his repayment deadline. After all, they had done so the four previous times when it came to paying up for the high-quality heroin that sold so well on the streets. The trouble was that he had gotten into the habit of snorting half the supply up his own nose. His wife and two daughters had no idea of their dad's true profession; he had always described his business as "import-export". But now there would be no further doubts left about daddy's business - and it's unpleasant consequences upon them.
The Asian druglords had made it very clear that Dad and his entire family were going to be killed unless he had some way of coming up with the money. Dad had begged and pleaded for the lives of his wife and two daughters to be spared. No, he only could repay a half of what he owed. Could something be worked out?
Well, after looking over his beautiful cowering wife and equally attractive daughters, 18 year-old Beatrice and 20 year-old Betty, the gangsters decided something indeed could be worked out....
Betty and Beatrice and their Mom had no choice: Work off their father's drug debt or be killed along with the rest of their family. For the next six months, the three women would serve as well-used whores for the Asian gang's senior members who had relocated to the States. Any resistance or failure to obey would result in their 'permanent disappearances'.
But so far, their Asian captors were pleased with the deal they had made. At the moment, Mr. Hiyashi was especially pleased as Beatrice's pretty mouth teased the last of his cum from his cock. Mr. Hiyashi loved how these American bitches submitted to his frequent whippings in order for him to get his dick hard. After a rest, he would come back start again by rolling the beautiful mother on her back and fucking her while her two daughters were forced to watch and learn....
Cathy was crying and wilting under the repeated abuse of Senor Martinez and his wife. She had no idea of where she was - only that it was a small shack somewhere south of the border, in a place where they spoke mostly Spanish. And she also knew that it was her own father who had peddled her off in order to save his own life. The Latin drug cartel were not known for their forgiveness of monies owed to them, so Cathy's father had made a deal. He agreed to say anything when they came to take his very attractive daughter and would plead ignorance when the authorities came to investigate her disappearance.
Senor Martinez had farmed his cocoa crops for the Cartel for many years. It was hard work, but the pay made it all worthwhile. In spite of his peasant appearance, Senor Martinez had quite a bit of money stashed away in tax-haven accounts. Yes, the money was good. And so was the Cartel's gift of this pretty Anglo bitch for whatever use he might see fit. He was thrilled and so was Senora Martinez, who looked forward to all the pleasures that Cathy would be providing to her long-neglected old pussy.....
It was only the second night of captivity for Cathy but it had already seemed like months. And it would only get worse. Senor and Senora Martinez would keep Cathy bond and beaten for at least 6 months before they relented even a little .....
"Si, you're getting better at your begging. I like that. My wife likes it too, I can see. But it does not matter. We will punish you for months and months before we let you have the chance to show us how grateful you are. Si, go ahead and cry all you want because it is only just beginning for you. Things are going to get worse for you here. So much worse!"
"Oh, please! Mercy!"
"No, girl. There will be no mercy for you yet. Be patient! There will a day when you will not remember even your name and you be so happy to work hard in the fields and so anxious to service the both of us in bed..."
Milo and his partner had purposely let the dance club owner get behind in his payments for all the heroin that he had been putting up his nose. Milo knew that the club owner, a man named Damon Clives, was weak-willed and didn't have a brave bone in his body. What Clives did have, however, was a beautiful, young - looking wife (37 years but could pass for 25) and an attractive, trim-bodied 18 year-old daughter, Vickie .. Milo had decided he wanted the two of them the first time he had visited the Clives' home. Mrs. Clives had been made uncomfortable by the way he stared at her and by the very visible hard-on in his pants as he was already thinking about how he wanted to fuck her.
"Make a choice right now, Clives," Milo had said while holding his pistol to Damon Clives' head. "Either you phone your wife and daughter to get their asses over here pronto or else I am gonna put a bullet in your head. Make up any story you have to get them both to come over, but get them over here! If they're not here within an hour, you're dead and we'll still grab them, fuck them and dispose of them when we're done with them. If you get them here, you're gonna walk your sorry ass out the door and you won't say a word to anybody about this. If you do, you know what will happen to all of you, understand? Me and my buddy here are gonna enjoy fuckin' your wife and little girl for a couple of weeks, then we'll give them back to you...."
Clives gulped and made the call.
Mrs. Gwen Clives looked even better without clothes than with them on. And she was so spirited, too. Milo loved how she fought him when she realized what her weakling of a spouse had done to her and her beloved daughter. Only a series of hard slaps that rocked her face from side to side and the threat of seeing her daughter killed had subdued Mrs. Clives. Milo liked how humiliated Gwen was as she was forced to return his deep tongue kissing and when she had to open her legs wide as Milo fed his huge, thick cock into her tight pussy....
"Take my cock like you're some whore, understand? Show your daughter over there how to fuck like the bitch you are." He liked how she sobbed silently as he pounded her pussy and heard Milo's partner having his fun fucking her daughter.
"Mom...! Oh, Mommy...!" Daughter Vickie's voice was shrill as she was forced to give it up over there on the couch....
Milo held the captive wife's ass steady as his cock slowly began to stretch her tiny pucker. She started to scream but muted when Milo growled, "Be quiet, bitch or I'll go over there and slit your daughter's throat." He had already fucked Gwen a half-dozen times and had made her watch as he had also put the dick to her daughter. Now it was time use that nice bubble-butt ass of hers. So inviting as he had bent her over the back of the loveseat.
Gwen could only clench her teeth as Milo started fucking her asshole. She tried to tune out the sounds of Milo's buddy teaching her daughter to the painful joys that came from paling her own asshole down on an eager cock.
It had been three weeks of captivity for Gwen Clives and her daughter. Three weeks of suffering from belt-whippings and all the fucking of their holes by the sex-mad Milo and a few other trusted thug friends who got share in the rape-fuckings of daughter Vickie. Milo didn't share Gwen; Gwen was for himself and no others.
He had gotten birth-control pills for Gwen to take; the way he was fucking her over and over and the way he was always shooting big, thick cum-loads deep in her cunt, she was sure to get pregnant if not given the pills.
She was such a good fuck now, a great fuck. Now she was so obedient, knowing how to give it to Milo just like he wanted it. She knew how to raise and gyrate her butt to meet the brutal thrusts of his oversized cock up he ass. She knew how to eat his asshole while her daughter dutifully sucked his dick and she forced herself to over come the humiliation of being forced to kneel beside her daughter and share with her the thick cum that he jacked from his spasming cock. She began to wonder when he intended to let her and her daughter go as he had said he would....
"Please, Master, you promised that you would set me and my daughter free. Please tell me when you're going to let us go," Gwen asked pleadingly.
"Hmmm, your daughter just asked the same question last night. Did you forget that she turned 19 yesterday? 19 and such a good little whore, wrapping her legs around me when I emptied my nuts in that shallow pussy of hers. No more pills for her - or you. You're both gonna give me a lot of babies...."
"No! Noooooo! You promised! You promised my husband...!"
Milo laughed, " Ohhh, didn't I tell you? Your husband's dead." He was real horny now. " Now massage my dick with those soft hands of yours the way I like it and spread those legs. It's time you start makin' babies...."
It was confirmed now. Both Gwen Clives and her daughter Vickie Clives were now pregnant with Milo's babies.
To celebrate, Milo invited his brother over for an "anal party". Lots of cheap wine and lots of fucking the two kidnapped females in the ass.
Milo's bother was so impressed at how well-trained Gwen and Vickie were. So good at following every order....
"I gotta tell ya, Milo. I'm impressed. Really, really impressed," Milo's brother said. "Never saw a guy fuck a gal in the ass and then pull it out and cum in her mouth like you just did. God, she almost managed to swallow it all, too!"
"I told ya she was a bitch who does what she's told to do. She could have swallowed everything if her mouth was a little bigger."
"Well, my cock's not a monster like yours. Mind if I fuck her ass and then see if she can gulp down all of my cum?"
"Sure, after all you're my only brother. Share and share alike..."
There are always debts to pay and many times it is left up to the innocent to repay them. That these innocent girls may have had nothing to do with running up those debts - or may not have even met the debtors is frequently besides the point.
That was the case of the 19 year-old college sophomore Janice. Janice had only met the guy named Preston once while attending an off-campus party. She had spent perhaps a total of 15 minutes in flirtatious conversation, felt a non-connection and moved on. But that was enough time for an onlooking contact for 'Preston's' drug suppliers to form an erroneous conclusion. Reporting back to Preston's inner-city debtors, Janice had been mistakenly described as Preston's girlfriend.
Therefore when Preston barely managed to escape the drug debtors, it was only natural that they refocused their attention unto his supposed 'girlfriend'.
When they kidnapped her, no one believed Janice's terrified denials of any relationship with Preston or of any knowledge of his whereabouts. But no worry, the drug gang decided. Janice had a beautiful face and a very nice body. She would more than earn back their money by being put to work in one of their inner-city brothels.
The kidnapped Janice was disoriented and confused at the fate that had befallen her. A case of mistaken identity had resulted in her now being forced into prostitution in order to repay a drug debt. Her parents, friends and the authorities would never find her.
The tall dusky brothel madam Leticia would be in charge of breaking Janice down in order to make her a more compliant fuck for the establishment's ghetto clientele. Leticia was an expert at preparing slavegirls and she was wasting no time getting the new white girl started out on the road to total readjustment. to her new life.
"C'mon, baby. Be still and take all this nice whippin' that yo' Aunt Leticia is layin' on ya. Just hold on to Aunt Margie there. That's the girl. Give into it, baby. Let yo' Aunt Leticia teach you to take the pain.... then ya say thank you likin' her mucky pussy and grubby craphole!"