Country Danger

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC, for anyone reading this RP: it seems there will be some regrouping of the characters between the two of us here. More coming!)))

[Beatrice]

Watching Abigail keep still in the dim light, Jason felt a surge of pleasure: she had accepted her surrender; she was the bound pussy he needed. He was considering some of the others too, but this one was his main slut, the one he would defend, care for and subjugate. Her muffled, silenced mouth and her tense face made him feel red hot. "Good girl" he said, and leaned down, half-kneeling on his powerful calves opposite her to reach inside her thick cleft. As he put his hand down there her face went red for a moment, and when he rubbed her flesh she gave a raspy sigh. Right then he wished he'd had two cocks, he wanted to tear off her gag and fuck her mouth and at the same time enter her hot, muscular pussy.

Even as she protested into her gag, he pushed her forward, rapidly freeing his large and quite excited cock. Placing one hand on each athletic thigh, he carefully positioned himself and thrust into her. He grunted with pleasure as he pulled out a little and then thrust again and again and again until his hot seed squirted inside her helpless womanhood.

Mike grinned as Amanda took more and more of his cock. Her upside down mouth was fucking him hard. It had to as he had quite a grasp on that fake blond hair. He didn’t stop bobbing her up and down on him into he’d cum again, this time in her mouth. As she was still upside down, she could hardly swallow and the cum dripped down over her nose, forehead, eyes and hair after he withdrew, soaking her and marking her as his.

“Soon, Hannah, soon,” Alvin offered. It was the closest she would get to an answer as hot cum spurted into her mouth and her ass even as Don put another load down Miriam’s throat.

After awhile, the men did something odd. They untied the girls legs and arms, leaving their gags as they were and leaving whatever happened to be left of their clothing. They then tightly bound each girl's arm in a reverse hogtie and fastened a leather collar around the neck. They then attached the collars with a firm chain, forming the girls into a coffle. Jason then moved to Miriam, the first in line, and attached a leash to the front of her collar by which he could lead the entire group. He then started to lead them off, Hannah, Amanda and Korah being free to ask any questions.

[gagged_Louise]

To Hannah certain parts of her body felt half numb, while others - her head, her breasts, her legs and pussy - she was acutely aware of. Had she really asked, [i]begged/i] Alvin to fuck her most precious place? She had heard herself saying it, and she blushed as she sucked on his fat, hardening dick to be a good girl,. but Hannah had to face up: it had come from deep within her. She had knelt for these guys who had tied her up, who were taking her holes - and begged for release of her heat. Somehow it felt like passing a thin red line. What would happen next?
"You're a juicy little slut, you know this is something you'll be good at" Alvin said leisurely and she went scarlet. “we’ll soon get there, but it’s my decision, not yours, slave”. At her butt she could feel Ryan fingering close to her labia and snickering.

Amanda was struggling to keep her head clear somehow, sighing and taking in the male meat deep in her mouth. He pumped her almost like a football, pushing and holding her firmly with his hands so that she rebounded all the time. Knowing what he was putting her to, and what he had made her write with his cum on her own flesh, she was going to bits with shame now. Those heavy groans made him sound like a giant, and she felt his cock pushing at her tongue root and coughed. "Just take it in deep, slut" he said and pinched her nose.

She moaned with fear and humiliation as the man made her suck diligently and then finally came in her mouth. She gave gargling grunts but his hot sperm filled her and splashed out for the second time over her cheeks, her eyes, her hair. Her body squirming with arms hanging limp and her slit fingered, she sobbed feeling sullied by him, robbed of her self-esteem for now. Amanda's eyesight partly obscured by all the cum, she felt hurt and dizzy and didn't want to see any of these guys again.

Michael grinned at her and after two minutes he finally hauled her down. He tied her hands behind her back, made her sit down on her butt and wiped some of the cum off her face and breasts, though there were still spots and stains visible all over her. She felt cold as she looked furtively around, seeing her best friends bound too and being used like whores.
Later, she would not be able to remember clearly how they were brought outside and lined up. In the bleak moonlight, they were all put in file and their hands and arms bent up on their backs and roped, making them pant heavily and lean forward. Then the iron chain that leashed them together like negro slaves of old, though Amanda and her friends were all white. Jason pointed the way with a flogger as the girls were marched down a footpath over a meadow and then into the forest. Amanda leaned forward feeling the tug on her captive flesh; she was free to speak but fear and numbness was a very effective gag anyway to her mind. How many more will be using my pussy before this is through, she thought, trudging her bare feet along on the path. Around them the night birds were chirping and calling

Abigail muttered and cried into the gag as she felt him riding her pussy and pushing innto it. She was very aware now of her need, and she was beginning to trust Jason a little, but only just. So much more harsh and helpless things aight lie ahead. She moaned hard as he reached her soft spot. "Nnnnghhh...yyeeunmmmpff. p_eeeaase".

When he pulled out of her she sobbed softly, and it was all but impossible to get upright after he had untied her ankles. She nodded at her master to mutely ask for help, and he realized her legs must be half asleep by now and lifted her into standing. At first she felt like she would be falling helplessly again, and with her hands lashed into the reverse prayer position on her back, she might have hurt herself. She grunted sharply and to her relief, Jason dragged her over to the wall nearby and plopped her back against it. Standing there and making harsh, unsteady breaths, she could see her friends being fucked and the gradual mop-up of the scene.

As they were brought outside she felt the clear night air over the country, but she had little time to feel poetic about this. The chain linking her to Amanda in front of her and Miriam behind made a sharp tug from neck to neck as soon as they got moving. To make sure no one would make an attemopt at her privates, Jason had added a crotchrope itchng at her sore cunt. Mumbling into her panty gag, she was forced to march with the others into the forest, pines and birch rising high above them.

Miriam, still ring gagged and feeling overcome with humilation and a half-dazed anger after being forced to serve Don, staggered with muffled sobs onto the meadow outside, where the ropes forced her to bend. Her mouth, neck, pussy and breasts were aching and her state made her think of the Christian slaves who were flogged and sent off to die during the persecutions of some Roman Emperor. She dimly hoped this would be over by noon, but it felt a very long time to there.

Korah wondered what ever Bob and Jason could be up to as she finally ambled along on the cool, but mostly dry and half grass-striped path. She was in front and felt the tug on her from Jason's firm leash. When Bob tied her she had wanted to fight back - she alone had escaped being tied or gagged that far - but Bob had just ordered her to her knees and then told her to put her hands behind her back. When she obeyed, he'd tied the strong wrists and then forced her arms up inversely to push her hands up to between her shoulder blades. that moment really tested her obedience, but she was determined not to stir up trouble even when she was made helpless. In a way she felt she was more at one with her firends now that they were all bound and led away on a chain.

"Good girl" Bob had said and forced some rope around her breasts, bringing it wirily together with the ropes holding her arms. Now she really couldn't hold it - she sobbed and cried out, kicking slightly with her feet. Bob grabbed her head and shook her "What are you doing, hun? Listen kid, you can't go about..." and before they went out, he pushed a black leather ball gag between her teeth and strapped it tight to make sure he would have no further trouble. "Mmmmghhh!" Korah moaned at the humiliation and pain. Then he removed her stylish high-heels leaving them in a plastic bag in the cottage.

Outside she was put at the front of the slave caravan and with three of the men riding on horses and the others walking by, they set out into the forest.

[Beatrice]

The slave caravan was marched deep into the forest. Eventually, they came to a clearing where Alvin, Ryan and Don dismounted. All seven men faced their captives with icy expressions. Amanda actually did still have her sneakers on. They had never been stripped from her. However, the eyes of the men took in her long, bare legs and her perky breasts. They then looked over Abigail's athletic form, naked in her sneakers, collar and tape gag with panties inside. Miriam's plump figure in panties, socks and ring-gag got its fair share of stares. They only looked briefly at Korah, still fearing to offend Bob.

Jason smiled. "As you sluts might or might not know, Bob and I are rather close friends. However, I have decided to overrule him. You cunts are fit only for the collar and the collar is all you shall know until you're too old to be hot, maybe fifty or so. If you're good, we might work something out in thirty years. However, if you're bad, you'll be put down at that time. Amanda, your cock holster has been left open. It wasn't really done to facilitate conversation but you might as well respond on behalf of your friends."

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda looked around, from her crouching position. She tried to get her back a bit more straight, out of the humiliating hunched posture forced by the ropes and coffle chain, but it was hopeless. And the darkness and what she had gone through earlier during the night made her shiver:
"I...I didn't think...We are not..just cunts..." she said haltingly.

Some of the men laughed, and Michael replied "Oh so you're not a cunt? I thought I could feel just that wet hole in you when you hung there like a block of meat. What does it say on your belly?"

She winced, looking around at the men on their horses and sensing the present threat. Who knew what these men might do next if there was some overt protest? And what chance did they stand, five girls bound, naked and mostly gagged?
"That was not like...I didn't ask to be hung up", her voice sank almost to a whisper, "and fucked..."
The end of her reply was drowned out by the hoots of Alvin, Jason and Ryan. Michael added, turning the knife in the wound to her pride:
"Says clearly on your body that you're "property of Michael", slave cunt. You wrote it yourself. I can sell you if I don't want you, ship you overseas in a cage to a brothel in Russia, do you understand? Anything more, cunt?"

Amanda fell silent, and her gaze went to the ground. Then a grunting, slushed sob: "Nothing."

[Beatrice]

"Hold on, guys! Hold on," Jason said. "She is more than just a cunt. She's a pair of thighs, a pair of tits, an ass and that little mouth of hers too!" The other men laughed. Jason shook his head after a moment. "Seriously, Amanda, we know what you are. You're a very vibrant, spirited and intelligent young woman. That's the only kind worth owning. The illusion you seem to have is that that's enough to warrant freedom. It isn't. Any...questions?"

[gagged_Louise]

"But hey, owned?" it flashed through Amanda's mind, at once tired and hyperactrive. She cocked her head fa bit feebly and looked at Jason. "You mean, he owns my body - me as a...person?" She nodded to Michael, and tried again to sound assertive, but it felt impossible. Before Jason even answered, she added "Or you guys together - you own all of us?" She felt the presence of her forcibly silenced friends, thought of their parents, brothers, sisters and their school romances - thoughts jumped through her head to and fro. He was saying they would be somehow serving this bunch for - many years, like cumbucket whores to be used at will.

"I'm not sure I signed up for that" she said slowly, but before the phrase was finished the men were laughing again, and she knew that what she said just before - "you own all of us?" had weakened her argument. It was an open door, it was going to make them feel even more united toward them.

"Of course we own all of you, young lady. You've been sold, you sold yourself by accepting to let us take what we wanted and take protection of you. You could have backed off, but you took the deal, and now we have full power over you girls. You are bright and pretty, and well worth knowing, but you're owned, and the most obvious proof of that is that any of your holes can be filled by us whenever we wish. And you will learn how to talk in a way that recognizes the fact" He made a pause and smirked: "You already know what your mouth can be used for to show you're a good girl, don't you, slut?"

Amanda knew there was nothing she could reply that would have bearing on what Jason had said. Finally she mumbled, "Yes, Sir."

Abigail, a few feet behind Amanda, made muffled sounds into her stuffing panties and still felt the bruises where jason's whip had hit her. She was tired, so tired she would almost have wanted to kneel if that hadn't been so obvious, but she grasped that they were not coming home soon if thse men had their way, They had somehow become the - slaves of these men? Jesus. She cursed the light-heartedness that had made them get those drugs, she growled again. and at the same time felt the crotchrope digging into her furrow and making her squirm. Some of the men were starting to look at her. Despite herselff, she growled: "Mmmmghhhh!!"

"What's that, whore?" someone said.

"Shush - quiet, Abbie" Amanda called to her.

Tears were pouring over her chins and at the same time she felt the grinding motion in her crotch. Her heart pounded - was this how it would be? Her right to her own body, her own decisions broken down? And now - are they going to use me in front of all---

[Beatrice]

It was Don who first moved towards Abigail. He unlinked her collar in front and behind and led her by her chain further into the clearing. He wrapped his hand in her hair and started to push down but Jason held up a hand once more, causing Don to hold for a moment. "Don't force her to her knees just yet. In fact, none of you will be positioned for the next little while. Instead, you will be ordered into position. You are expected to obey instantly and without question. If you fail to do so, you will be punished severely and then you will be forced to obey the original command. I am going to divide you girls up now. Don may have Abigail, Bob Korah, Mike Amanda, Alvin Hannah and I reserve our chunky little redhead for myself." The girls were divided up swiftly enough, two of the men wandering off disappointed.

Don looked at Abigail, removing her chain completely. The collared athlete was drenched in sweat by now, her dark hair clinging to her head. Her hands were bound tightly in a back prayer and her mouth well gagged with panties and tape. Sneakers and socks adorned her feet but she had no other garment. "Kneel, slave," he said firmly.

Hannah, still dressed from the waist up and ungagged, was tied before Alvin. He reached down and gently touched her sex, checking for moisture. "Alright, Hannah. Let's start with just words. Words have a lot of meaning, you know. Repeat after me. Hannah is a slave girl."

Bob, meanwhile, took the gagged and breast bound Korah aside. He beamed down at her, a genuinely loving Master. He reached behind her and pulled out her gag. "Korah, you simply are ordered to answer one question honestly. Do you love your Master?"

Mike had Amanda, collared and dressed in her tiny pink shorts and her sneakers. Her hands were bound well up behind her back. He took a moment to look over her long legs. "Spread your legs, Mandy."

Jason himself was looking over Miriam. He looked at the ring-gagged redhead in panties and socks for a long moment before pulling out a small clamp. He started to reach for her nipples but shook his head. He took the fatty flesh of her thigh and pinched it, clamping the harsh metal clamp on it. He then moved to her other leg and repeated. He did this around her thighs, putting about a dozen evenly spread and quite painful flesh clamps on each thigh. He then freed her hands. "Don't remove them or the gag," he said and then he simply walked off out of sight.

[gagged_Louise]

Hannah looked up into the face of the man who had fucked her mouth, whose cock had stuffed her back at the house. She swallowed, but sensed there was no return. "Hannah is..a slave girl" she said.
"Louder. What is Hannah?"
"Hannah is a slave girl" she said with a bit more force and sting; her face went very red, though no one could see it clearly. She tugged hard at the ungiving ropes on her wrists, feeling defeated and tossed into something quite new.

Amanda spread her long, sleek thighs in the grass. She felt slutty, but he had already pushed on to so many parts of her body and resistance was not an option for now - he actually held her neck on a chain. With every ten minutes, more of her freedom seemed to be taken away from her.

Kneeling before Don, Abigail would have wanted to cry and to get a big hug by someone and to be told this was all a bad dream, but she knew it wasn't. She looked up at him, her mouth forced shut - she knew it might be opened only to make her suck a cock, or two cocks...Kneeling powerless and degraded her big, round eyes tried to ward him off. "You look so sexy bound and silenced like that" he said, "I know we will have lots of fun together"
"Nnnnghhhhh!" - it rose with a raspy, muscular sound now that she knew none of them would be spared and that these guys really saw them as their chained slaves. he can see my naked, hairy pussy right there, and the crotchrope going down into it, and I can do nothing about it, she thought. If he slaps my face or pees on me there ain't a thing I can do.

Feeling the ring gag extracted, Korah breathed hard. He helped her get the drool off her lips and nose but didn't bother about the wet and filth that had landed on her breasts. "Yes...Yes, I love my Master" she said.
"Good girl" he said, looking down at the kneeling girl. "I'll have you begging to suck my cock in time, like she did for him" - he nodded at Amanda.
Korah blushed heavily. "Your hands are bound, Korah, you can't guide yourself any more. Are you a needy cunt?"
She swallowed hard, tears went to her eyes. He waited, and then tapped his boot into the ground. "Well?"
"I..Y-yes, I am a hot, needy cunt."

Miriam knelt on the grass, her hands at the sides of her hips. Feeling like a muted animal she loked around at the ghostly, almost ritual scene as her friends were made to say they were slaves and deserving to be fucked. She didn't dare to remove the itching clamps even as they cuut inot her flesh, if she tried one of the men would certainly see it and report her, and she would be punished. She arched her back and moaned in a low voice, at a loss for what to do.

[Beatrice]

Alvin reached up and gently stroked her dark hair. This was definitely a different side of him than she had seen in the house. "However, if Hannah is a good slave girl, she can get some rewards. Do you remember what you asked me for back in the house?"

Michael smiled as he looked over Amanda. Then he crouched down and placed his hands on her calves, just above the tops of her socks. He then moves up, feeling her knees. He then made his way to her thighs, groping her outer and inner thighs gently and pressing at the crotch of her shorts without opening them. "Who owns these legs, Mandy?"

Don did, in fact, give Abigail a hard slap to the face. "You're the most miserable, spoiled, self-absorbed little slut of the whole bunch. You aren't even worthy to lick the soles of my boots, much less suck my dick. Maybe if I sell you I can get a good slave with the money. Some people like dumb tomboy sluts."

"Do you know something, Korah?" Bob asked. "Your Master loves you back." He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, one hand running through her dark hair. "Now, kneel," he said.

After awhile, Jason came back to Miriam. "You may remove your gag and clamps. You have passed a test in obedience."

[gagged_Louise]

It came so unexpectedly. Abigail flinched and the sting of fear hit just before his knuckles hit her cheek and the side of her nose. She tried to bend off a little, but that wouldn't lessen the impact. She had never been hit to the face before and feeling the burning sting and munching into those drenched panties as he called her a cunt and a wortless slave, she broke down crying. Her bound wrists rolled high on her back as she bent her head and cried, swallowing some of her sodden tears and coughing. Little worthless slut, you dirty self-possessed cunt, she heard him rapping it out. She looked up again and met his angered eyes and it sank in: he had said he might sell her. The thought was surreal, but Jason had said just a few minutes before that one of her best friends could be sold as a sex slave and shipped in a cage to Russia if she didn't prove to be good.

The thought made Abigail feel frozen, and as she looked up fear and a sense of wishing to be a good girl kicked in. Her head bobbed as she shook with tears, anger at him first, but then a need to be pleasant and win his affection. Lumps of tears swelled her throat and made her shake her head. She barely noticed that Amanda was looking at her.
"Please...Ummmghhh...I shall be...good slut" she grunted into her cruel gag, the words only half intelligible.
"You think you can try to be a valuable slut?" Don said slowly and letting each word go in.
More tears flooding her throat and spilling into her bared cleavage. "If you are not, I may have to sell you." She shook as if he had whipped her in the face, and made a dog-like, long cry, her belly pounding and gleaming as she sobbed on her knees.


Amanda looked up at Michael, straining to control her voice. "You do, they're ...your thighs."
"That's right, slave Amanda. Even if you're hot, from now on you will learn how to remain close to me and please me - me and all the band."

He tugged at the crotch of her shorts, pushing his fingers gently against her mound under them. Amanda sighed almost inaudibly with a mixture of fear and turn-on.

[Beatrice]

"I shouldn't have been able to hear that," Don noted in faint irritation. He tugged the tape off of Abigail's mouth and pulled the panties out, placing them on the ground. He didn't forbid her to speak but neither did he speak to her. He rose and grabbed her by her raven curls, pulling her from her knees to her feet. He then forced her back down, positioning her in a sitting, rather than kneeling, position. He began to slowly untie her boots and slipped them off. He then slipped off her dirty, stinky socks and placed them on the dirty ground with her panties. He took a moment to get out a roll of tape, allowing the clothing time to pick up dirt. He then lifted it, pressed in on her cheeks and forced the panties into her soft mouth first. The socks followed one at a time. He pulled her hair up and tightly, tightly wound the tape over her mouth and around her head. When he finally cut the tape from the roll, she was in no position to make any but the faintest grunt. "There we go," he noted, patting her gagged mouth lightly. He reached down and twisted her nipple, hard. If she was properly secure, he would hear no noise from her screams.

Michael pulled his hand back. Without explanation he asked, "What was an ordinary day like for Amanda before she became a slave?"

[gagged_Louise]

Abigail felt as if she was falling, tugging blindly at the ropes holding her arms and hands, she shook with suppressed terror. The man was treating her like she was nothing but three holes to use, a dumb whore, and no one here would help her. Chewing at the panties and socks she felt like puking, but the dripping, slightly cold feel of the stinking wool kept her body from it. But she couldn't stop herself from crying. Her head kept bobbing in fits as she sobbed and tried to find a way to get at least half upright. When she felt her right nipple being pinched and twisted around she bit hard, telling herself not to scream. "Uummgh...Aah..NNNNNNGHHHH!!" she let loose in abrupt, bitter grunts separated by silence.

"Slut!" Don muttered and slapped her gagged face hard, making her countenance rock backwards. She felt as if she had been transported to some stone age wood eight thousand years ago.

Amanda watched in fear, her face freezing. Then she began, haltingly: "Slut Amanda used to see her friends from school most nights, and she liked running and dancing..."

[Beatrice]

"No, not Slut Amanda," Michael corrected firmly. "Miss Amanda Glickman. As you tell me of your past life, you will always, always refer to yourself as Miss Amanda Glickman. She was such a happy, lucky, proud, vibrant, carefree young lady, after all and I want you to recapture in full the pride and comfort of your freedom. So, go on. Miss Amanda Glickman liked to run. Was she on the track team?"

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda swallowed.. "Yes, Amanda was one of the best girl runners of her school and she would be a mainstay in school track events. She went to ballet classes too, and sometimes she would be doing show dancing too. She and her friends would go out on the town to have fun...She might not be in with any special guy, but that crowd were a feisty lot...".
The feeling of her clit was getting into a slow but steady thump. Watching Abigail on her knees and crying into the thick socks-and-tape gag, and at the same time feeling the ropes binding her arms and wrists, truly holding her powerless, she was starting to feel increased arousal and some of her words came out a little slurred. She began wiggling her body softly, aware that Michael would see it but also for herself.

Korah slowly went to her knees, her nude skin shining with a pale hue in the moonlight. She worked to keep as upright as she might, at no price did she wish to topple over from her own weight as she went down. Her lips tensed as she looked up at him. "I am a slave" she said, "your slave Korah".
"That's right. Does my slave feel tickly in that cunt?" Bob asked.
"Y-yes...your slave can't stop herself from feeling...hot, Sir." She swallowed hard.

Miriam nodded at Jason and brought her hands up to her left nipple; she reckoned she would cry out and so she preferred to wait with removing the gag. Hands shaking slightly, she reached for the point of grasp with her right hand, rubbed at the swelling skin around and then pulled at the spring. She breathed hard: "Uuuunnnghhhh..." as the pinchers lifted out of her flesh; it was every bit as bad as she had guessed.

By the time she had got the ring gag out two minutes later, she was crying and keening openly. She felt too tired to form any words, but the phrase "my mouth is a cunt now" whirled around in her head.

Abigail felt the stinging swipes like more blows to her self-esteem, but when looking right up at him she could no longer think of any safe space from which she should direct her protest. They were so totally given over to these men, and they had even surrendered themselves for free sex in a way, so what could she do? When she tried to close off what was going on she felt as if she were in a bubble with only herself and Don - no way she could stop being aware of him. She bit into the slimy, packed socks and panties, searching for Amanda's far-off eyes, and then looking back at...him. She couldn't even remember when she had been on her knees for anyone since she was a litttle girl, except in the starting blocks and ready to run. As he went on twisting her nipples, Abigail tried to force herself to be a good girl and to stop moaning, but she knew that would send the pain deeper into her body and mind. She had no choice but to swallow up what he dealt her, to try to contain it as it flowed over her mental barriers. "Nnnnghh!! Ooohh...no! MMmmoummerrgghh..." she grunted like a whipped donkey..

"Yes" Hannah said, looking up at Alvin. "I asked you, Master, to...fuck his girl."
"Oh, you asked me, cunt" he said sneering slightly.
"Forgive me. Slave Hannah begged Master to fuck her."

[Beatrice]

Mike backhanded Amanda hard across the eye and then gripped her firmly by her fake blond hair. He jerked back, pulling painfully on her scalp as he forced her eyes to lift up to meet his. He tightened his grip as his furious gaze bored into hers. "What did you do wrong, slut?"

"How do your breasts feel?" Bob asked Korah as he reached down to lightly pinch her nipple as he watched her restrained breasts turn a purplish color.

Jason gently gripped Maital by the arm and walked her further through the woods in her collar, panties and socks. He pulled her further through the woods to a hidden cabin. He walked her over to a device and bent her over. Her legs were straight but her back was at a ninety degree angle. He then strapped her head down onto the device and tied her hands behind her back. It held her steady and presented her rump. She could hear him kindling a fire and then he moved to fit a bit into her mouth. "Don't be afraid to bite down."

Don finally stilled his hand, running it casually through Abigail's hair. He pulled on her leash and walked her to the same device Miriam was strapped to. He bent her down and strapped her neck to it before removing her gag. He gave her some water in a squirt bottle before replacing it with a bit.

"Present yourself," Alvin ordered Hannah.

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda winced with the sudden surprise. Did he really ahev to teach her this? She thought hard for a few moments, then said in a pale voice "Your slave Amanda did not keep still, although she had not been given permission to move. The slave begs forgiveness, Master."

Korah clamped her mouth shut and compressed her voice into a muffled, subhuman grunt as her nipples were torn. She tried to keep a low voice until she had some hope of not crying out if hse opened her mouth, then she separated her lips: "I...I deserve this...I am...just go on..."

Bent along the two wooden scaffoldings, muffled and bound, Abigail and Miriam looked each other into the eyes. Abigail had been through a good deal already and struggling, trying helplessly to pull at her bonds, she felt slightly fatalist but also turned on. We are sisters in slavery, she suddenly thought looking at her friend, or we will be. Nobody knew they were here, they could be used for whatever these men wanted or strung up in a tree or... Her cunt was suddenly going moist with the images...then she felt the smoke and crackling heat and wondered what would be happening next.

[Beatrice]

"No, you big, stupid, slut. I instructed you to refer to yourself as Miss Amanda Glickman and you called yourself Amanda. You will say, in full, Miss Amanda Glickman everytime you refer to yourself in your old life. You have one more chance to tell me about it correctly. If you fail, your tongue will be cut from your mouth without further ado. I don't give a shit if you move. You're restrained tight enough," Mike said, still holding her hair tight.

Bob frowned, "No, you don't, Korah. I love you. You are my slave but not like these other sluts are the slaves of their masters. Your happiness matters to me. If you really aren't into something, you, alone among the slaves, may tell me and I will usually fix it." He kissed her lips lightly. "So how do your breasts feel, dearest? Tell the truth."

The next thing Abigail and Miriam felt was intense heat approaching their left cheeks. Miriam's thick, white cheek and Abigail firm tan one alike had brands pressed into them, seering the flesh as the men held them steady. The men were horny but even the most dedicated masochist would likely have felt nothing but agony on the girls' side, much less these new captured sluts. Without their bits, tongues would have been bitten off. As soon as the brands were pulled away, the men were rubbing those asses with ice and soothing palms to clean the brands and ease the women's pain. They were hard men but even they felt a bit of sympathy at this. They then moved around to show each girl her brand, J on Maital and D on Abigail. They then unhooked the bits and stuck water bottles into their mouths, letting the girls suck the water for a bit.

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda shivered slightly, then gathered her voice: "Feeling...hard and a bit swelling..." She coughed and blushed in the moonlight, then looked up at him. "Please forgive me. Using my full name when I'm speaking of myself back in the day, that's fine. I promise to do that. But how do I refer to myself now, if you ask this girl how she feels or what she'd beg for?"

Abigail felt tension slamming through her. She had been used as a doll for the past few hours and now she looked in awe at the marks that told her and Miriam they were seen as some kind of human chattel. She started sobbing and hissing under the pain and humiliation, she just couldn't believe it. She was stamped, branded as a slave, no one would ever be able to remove it. Chained and used for anything they'd ask. Mommy, mommy! Worse still, she could feel her clit twitching softly.

[Beatrice]

Mike sighed as though she were pestering him, "Amanda, you are restricted by more orders and my rules. If I haven't bothered giving an order yet, then you have a choice until I take it away. Just I or me works for now. Now, please talk about your old life according to instructions. Remember, just one slip up means that tongue is gone. Then you won't have to worry about how to refer to yourself."

Don ran his hair idly through Abigail's dark curls, gentler now that she was branded. "You are allowed to talk, girl."

[gagged_Louise]

Korah felt blood rushing through her chest as her nipples were steadily wrenched. She squirmed trying in vain to free her hands. "Please...you must?" she moaned. "It hurts and it tears at me, feels so..."
"You're feeling hard too? I can see the reddened colour."
Korah swallowed, then she groaned with pain. When she opened her eyes, it came in a half-whisper: "Y-yes...hard and yummmy..."
Amanda swallowed. "Miss Amanda Glickman was one of the best girl runners of her school and she loved to be around the sports events. She was proud of herself, and she'd gone to ballet classes.."

Out of the corner of her eye she watched Bob and Korah. "If you're feeling hardened and rosy from this it means you do enjoy it, slut.So you need it..." Korah blushed: "yes"

You know I can take any of your holes at all times"
Korah nodded. Amanda saw it and at the same time she noticed Maital and Abigail were gone. They had been taken somewhere, what was going on? The thoughts diverted her attention, and when Michael thumped his boot into the ground, "Well?" she hurriedly went on:

"Going to the movies was something Amanda enjoyed very much..."
The next moment she stopped, and her face went white:"No...n-no!"
He slapped her face: "Worthless slut!"
Amanda burst into tears: "Please gag me, please just...I promise I will suck you off a hundred times..."

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC: Editing out the two last lines of the above, from "He slapped her face" onwards)))

[Beatrice]

Korah felt blood rushing through her chest as her nipples were steadily wrenched. She squirmed trying in vain to free her hands. "Please...you must?" she moaned. "It hurts and it tears at me, feels so..."

Bob nodded and reached down, unbinding her breasts and kissing them gently. “There you go, sweetie.”

Amanda swallowed. "Miss Amanda Glickman was one of the best girl runners of her school and she loved to be around the sports events. She was proud of herself, and she'd gone to ballet classes.."

She noticed Maital and Abigail were gone. They had been taken somewhere, what was going on? The thoughts diverted her attention, and when Michael thumped his boot into the ground, "Well?" she hurriedly went on: "Going to the movies was something Amanda enjoyed very much..." The next moment she stopped, and her face went white:"No...n-no!"

He growled at her as he grabbed her by her fake, blond hair. He pulled her over to the fire and got out implements, swiftly cutting out her tongue and then cauterizing the wound with heat.

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda wished she could have thought beforehand. She sobbed quietly as she was hauled up and dragged over to the fire. One of the other men - she didn't recall later whom - held her tongue out with two hard pinchers, while Mike prepared the knife. When he held the heated blade in front of her tongue she sniveled and shut her eyes in terror.
The hot cut was terrible - she cried aloud, and for a while she just passed out. When she woke up, she could feel an abysmal, tearing pain in her stumped tongue root. She fell to the ground, her arms and hands still bound on her back, growling and moaning. To make her sounds less conspicuous, Michael shoved in a bit of a conifer cone into her mouth and tied a scarf over to keep it in. Although he had seen to put a wad of cotton between the cone and the mauled promontory that had held her tongue, soon the movements of her mouth had shoved some of the cotton aside and the wooden tips were scratching into the burnt surface of her flesh. Her breasts, at the same time, were pressed toward the grassy, craggy earth. She groaned like a hunted down, bound donkey.

Korah felt an intense wave of aching running through her breasts as the chafed skin was exposed. It was a bit as if comon had splashed cold water on them. Gratifying that he admired her girl parts, but she would desperately hav wanted to reach with her hands and rub and protect her tits. That was not to be, however. She tugged at her wristropes and waited for what would come next. She suddenly noticed Hannah was the only other girl left nearby.

Hannah, still kneeling on the ground, spread her legs a little and turned her body in an attempt at a graceful twist. Her white tee was thoroughly sodden with sweat, damp and cum now, she wished it were gone. "Would you like to have some more free sight?" she said with a thin smile, "If it feels good, please pull off my shirt..."

Tugging at the ropes that held them and thinking of the brands they had just received, Abigail and Maital waited uneasily for what would happen next. Would they have to work as country slaves, cleaning and working in the fields and sucking cock all day? They felt pushed into themselves as they waited for morning to arrive.

[Beatrice]

Michael grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her up to her sneakered feet, walking her over to a chair where he sat. He smiled slightly, pushing her to her knees. He ran his hand through her fake blond hair, sighing slightly regretfully. “The chatty, gossipy, prattling Miss Amanda Glickman, stripped of the power of speech. I suppose a lot of men who had to put up with your nagging would thank me. Still, I didn’t like that. You made me do it though. Don’t doubt again that I’ll do what I say I’ll do.”

Bob smiled as he took hold of Korah’s breasts, gently rubbing and massaging the suffering flesh even as he leans forward and kisses her slightly on the forehead. “You’re a good slave, Korah. What do you want for your reward after your branding?”

Alvin responded by cracking his whip on Hannah’s athletic, toned ass cheek, hard. “Legs wide, lean forward, present your sex, keep your head forward and your eyes down. No one cares if a dumb tomboy slut likes her clothes.”

“We said you sluts are allowed to speak,” Jason said to Miriam and Abigail.

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda looked up at the man who had made her his property and robbed her of speech for the rest of her life and even thrown away her tongue into the forest. Her blood was rushing, her mind almost refused oi understand what had happened to her. But the pain in her mouth and her bound arms were all too real. "Uuunnnghhhhh!!" - she heard herself making an inarticulate, muffled sound into the makeshift gag. She growled again, and then shook her head and started weeping helplessly. Naked and bound and with her tongue cut, she was little more than an animal. She could see the form of his bulging cock under his pants.

Sweating heavily, Hannah spread her thighs and pushed her mound upwards while looking obdiently down. Will he fuck me alone or will I be banged by the others too? she thought.

"Branded?" Korah thought. Are they really going that far or is it jut some cranky joke way of speaking. He's likable in a way, but...where are they taking us? It already felt like they had travelled five hundred miles since yesterday.

"I would like something to eat..P_ease Master. And a beer" she said. "And to see the other girls. Please would you see to that we're kept together.".

"Miriam was the first to speak: "Where do you intend to keep us as...slaves?" She would have wanted to point out that slavery was illegal under US law, but she sensed she had better approach that issue a bit more obliquely.

[Beatrice]

Amanda wasn't naked. She was topless and her little shorts left her legs bare but Mike had never bothered stripping her all the way. He didn't seem to plan on doing it right now either. He simply ran his hands through her hair as though petting her. His cock was quite hard but he was being gentle for the moment, letting her adjust to the loss of her tongue. She could have a moment to kneel in peace.

Alvin unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, pulling out a hard member which he forced roughly into Hannah's tight sex. He thrust in and out, slowly but firmly, pressing all the way inside of her, claiming her as his.

Bob kissed Korah lightly on the lips, "You can eat and have a beer, love. Unfortunately, I can't swear for the other girls. They have their own owners to worry about. Just because I care for you doesn't mean you can forget that you're a thing now, a piece of property, for the rest of your life."

Jason unhooked Miriam from the rack, helping her to her feet and attaching a leash to her collar. Don did the same for Abigail. It was Jason, however, who spoke. "I have a cage for you in my basement, Miriam. You might get a larger living space later if you're good."

[gagged_Louise]

Looking up at him, arms and hands still bound firmly on the high of her back, Amanda wailed and sobbed. In a flood of light she saw how they had been driven down this alley, herded like sheep, and turned into sex slaves, but when she tried to pinpoint to herself when they should have resisted, it turned vague. The thoughts just irked her: she knew she had only had half chances to speak up and would these guys really have listened? Still she had not dared, and now they were lost. Her best friends had been taken somewhere, had been treated like cheap cunt whores, and she knew that before sunrise she would go to the same place. And it would mean lifelong slavery. Oh my God!

Sensing the foul, tearing conifer pinching the base of her tongue root, she was so lost that her earlier life seemed to drift. But his eyes were inspecting her breasts and her sputtered, greasy face. Soon she would be fucked hard and...

Hannah moaned as Alvin plunged in-out, in-out in a steady rhythm. It hurt, he was too big for her and she thought with fear of how she would be used by this man for the time to come, most likely years. Her hands dug into her back as she tried to get a more comfortable position. His heat was harsh and rough, never gentle, but the groaning left no doubt that he enjoyed having her bound and ready like this.

Bob's talk of her and the others as property made Korah slightly dizzy, she was too tired to fully register what it could mean. Her mind wanted to creep into a cozy corner. "You know, one more...after the branding is over I want to...get some sleep, I could use that" she mumbled. Leaning forward and feeling the heaviness of her arms bound up behind her, she felt as if her whole being was concentrated in her crotch, and she had to make an effort to sit steadily wearing the high heels.
Bob laughed. "Sleep? You're lucky if you'll get any sleep - I don't think so, slave!"

Miriam and Abigail stood uneasily, their hands firmly tethered behind their backs. Almost totally undressed, dirty hair, cum spattered faces and wearing leather collars which the men now tugged with leashes, and then the burnt-in marks - they knew they looked like beasts, or women about to be killed with impunity in a civil war. At least these men didn't seem to be planning on murdering them, but they had made them slaves and cut the connection to their earlier lives. Looking at the dark trees behind the cabin, and the night sky above, Abigail wished she could cry, but she felt so emptied it just wouldn't do. All that came from her was a low, silly whimper. "Let's march them tied to the saddles of our horses, shall we?" Don suggested to Jason.