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Chapter 28 THE PERFECT SALES PRESENTATION

Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 28

(THE PERFECT SALES PRESENTATION)

 

Trent allowed Susan a full day to rest. When he came down with food he quizzed her about the pain level remaining in the areas where she had been bitten.  It surprised him when she related that all there areas were still too tender to even touch and this was nearly 28 hours afterwards. Of course he reached and grabbed a nipple to verify if she was faking. Her blood curdling scream and natural recoil pretty much confirmed her statement. “What about that ass and cunt, slut?” Susan admitted the rawness had dwindled to just an irritation. “Good. This evening when I bring your dinner, you will present yourself for an ass fucking. You will plead and beg for it. If I agree you will position yourself over that table and I don’t care how much that hurts your tits because you will want to do anything to please me now, won’t you slut?”

 

“Yes Master, anything.” Susan’s response wasn’t just said because she knew he wanted to hear it but after enduring such pain a day ago she was more than ready to do anything to avoid a repeat or his threat of enhancing the torture with whips and other things.

 

Trent was impressed on just how fast this slave accepted her fate in comparison with many of the others. He wondered if it was because of the brutal pain from the bullet ants or the warning if she didn’t comply, her husband would suffer along with her. Or was she just jerking his chain in hopes of some possibility of escape. He quizzed her further with the caution her answers better be truthful or they’d both suffer. Once again how she expressed herself and the detail she used convinced Trent she was telling him the truth. She told him she obviously feared such cruel pain but she also admitted she must be sick because she can’t deny that in spite of her suffering she got off on it and has been horny most of the time since her kidnapping. It was because of this constant horniness that she discovered she couldn’t touch herself this morning. Susan blushed when she realized he understood what she meant by that. Susan admitted she could stand a lot of pain but she was having a hard time imagining her husband suffering so much because of her. She’d be willing to take twice as much if he’d spare Bob.

 

“It don’t work that way, slut. Oh you’ll get punished but so will he. And he will know it’s because of you.” Trent added for good measures. Susan nodded and Trent knew using a loving partner while keeping them apart and unaware of the other’s situations was the most potent of his tools. Perhaps he would focus more on couples in the future rather than the single girls which he had enslaved in the past.

 

“You have just told me you will do anything, right?”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“From now on, if and only if I allow you to speak to the camera or if your husband is present, you will refer to him only as you fucker. Is that perfectly clear slut?”

 

Susan nodded. She was shocked.

 

“Say it now.” He demanded.

 

“You fucker, you son of a bitch.” She replied.

 

“Very good slut. Remember I catch you not saying this, by trying to be nice it will cost you both.”

 

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Trent also left Bob lone since he had little need for him at present. Bob would be only fed once a day. This would give him enough nourishment to sustain him but Trent needed him in a weaker state than slut. Besides a tired weaken appearance would be more devastating to slut who he really needed to perform well over the next few weeks.

 

When Trent visited Bob he got the remaining details of his niece’s return. Yet again with the intimidation of further torture to his wife, Trent got more detail about Pam and why she disliked Susan. “You have told me time and again Pam dislikes Susan. Does she actually hate her?” Trent asked Bob.

 

Bob hesitated, nodded and finally answered he thinks so. He confessed a couple of times she told him how she hated how she treated her like a child or wouldn’t let her do what she wanted. Trent replied that this is normal for a teenage girl. Bob then surprised Trent when he said Pam somehow blames Susan for the accident that took her parent’s life. “How so?” Trent asked.

 

“According to Pamela, her parents were arguing in the car. It was about her mom and Susan. Something trivial but the argument got out of hand and she said her dad wasn’t paying attention to the road. He went through a red light. I’ve never told Susan about this because I think it would devastate her. But no matter how far Susan has gone out of her way for Pamela she always felt bitterness. Finally she decided she’d just bring her up with her rules and when she gets old enough she can go on her own. That attitude has seemed to fester even more contempt from Pam.”

 

Interesting, Trent thought to himself. Bob could be saying all this in hope that he would not go after the young girl if he thought I figured there wasn’t a binding protective connection between them. Or if all this was true, it could be interesting. Either way, it didn’t make much difference to Trent. This girl was a loose end and could not be allowed to be free.

 

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Bob was hungry and tired when the TV screen came alive that evening. He sat up on his mattress and looked over to the screen. The camera was focused on his wife. Bob first noticed how her nipples were a bright pink and appeared to still be somewhat swollen but nothing like the last time he saw her. “Please master would you please fuck this slut’s ass?” he heard her say. Trent entered the picture. His dick was out of his pants and Susan appeared to be extremely eager to get at it.

 

“An ass fucking would be nice slut. Do you mind if your husband watches? He doesn’t have anything better to do right now.” Susan glanced at the camera but didn’t want to look right at it while she was degrading herself like so. “How do your tits feel, slut?”

 

“They still hurt some Master but I want you to fuck me anyway.” She replied and went to the table, bent over it as previously instructed. Susan plainly grimaced when her weight pressed on her tits. Bob watched as Trent applied some lubricant to and in her asshole. He didn’t even realize he had grabbed his crotch as he watched his wife about to be ass fucked.

 

Trent entered her ferociously. Bob could tell his cock was larger than his own and could only imagine how it felt. He knew in the past Sue had told him to go slow and easy the few times he had fucked her ass but now she was begging to be fucked and seemed to really enjoy his rough treatment. “Yes… yes fuck this slut Master.” She screamed as Trent picked up the pace. In truth, with the pain of her swollen tits rubbing on the table and the savage fucking she was getting excited but not to the degree that she was portraying. Trent grunted as he picked up his tempo. “I’m going to cum slut. Get down and take my cock in your mouth for your master cum.” Susan quickly got up and knelt in front of him. She noticed and could detect some of her own filth on his cock from her ass. She had to fight herself to open her mouth and take it in her mouth enthusiastically.

 

This was much different than any blowjob she had ever done before. She had been forced to suck more than a few foul tasting cocks recently but this was disgusting to her. Still she knew the consequences and went about her business.

 

Trent shot thick streams of cum, holding her head up against his crotch as he took pleasure in his power over this slut. Susan desperately tried to ignore what she knew she was tasting besides this cock’s cum. “Lick me clean.” she heard him say while he still held her by the hair. Susan dutifully obeyed. She kept licking when he moved up so she could clean his balls and all of his shaft with her tongue. Finally when he felt it was enough he whispered for her to address Bob. She hesitated just a second as she thought  what he wanted before remembering what she had been told that afternoon.

 

She looked at the camera. Her eyes starting to weld up with tears as she said, “You fucker. You son of a bitch.”

 

Trent raised his foot and kicked the kneeling woman over and laughed while shutting off the camera. “You did well slut. Tonight your husband will not have to endure getting his balls bitten by the ants.” Trent pointed to her cell where she crawled in. There in the corner was a bowl with some stew or something in it. He told her from now on she was to eat on all four without using her hands. He pointed toward the security camera and warned her he would know if she disobeyed. Further he told her between each bit she was to stick her fingers in her cunt and scoop out some of that slut juice he knew she had because of the humiliation and lick it. “This is the way you will eat unless told differently. Also if any bowl isn’t licked completely clean you it will tell me you are not hungry enough for your next meal and both you and your husband will miss that meal. Do you understand cunt?” Sue nodded but wondered if he was so pleased with her fucking and performance why he became so cruel to her. She looked into the bowl and began eating as instructed. She could not deny the fact eating like a dog and having to clean it with her tongue was very humiliating even if only being caught by the security camera. The bowl would slide on the floor as she licked at the sides. She was forced to chase it like a dog trying to get every last bit. For some reason too, eating like this on the floor also seem to emphasis both her nakedness and demeaning, ass up, position as she licked her dog bowl. In spite of it all Sue felt it really didn’t matter as long as it saved her husband more pain.

 

For Bob, watching his wife getting ass fucked and sucking a soiled cock was an appalling turn on. He was so excited he was about to cum when she looked at the camera and called him a fucker and son of a bitch. She clearly was telling him, this was all his fault. He stupidly planned this with a guy he never checked out. He got them into this and she had to suffer because of him. Bob did not sleep much that night.

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The following morning Trent woke up in a playful mood. Playful for him alone of course. He came down stairs with a bowl of dry cereal for his slut. “Have you ever tasted piss, slut?” Susan told him how she was made to drink piss at a motel Larry had brought her to.  “Good then we won’t have to go though a lot of griping about it. Some people enjoy using a slut slave as a toilet or just pissing on a beautiful woman. I guess it makes up for the times some bitch like you turned them down or whatever.” He said placing the bowl on the floor and picking up a cup which he began to piss in. “Prove it.” He said pouring the piss over her cereal. And make sure you clean the bowl like a good bitch.

 

Susan’s stomach turned as she looked at the piss soaked brand flakes. The stench was foul. It would be easier, she thought, if she could just gulp it down quickly but lapping up small portions with her tongue made the nauseous task all the worse. “You finish every last bit before I get back or …. Well you know the routine by now.”

 

Trent went off to bring a bowl of cereal to Bob. Since it would be his only food for the day, Trent didn’t consider doing anything to his cereal. Besides degrading the slut was sport. Using her husband was just business.

 

After the nasty breakfast Susan got a surprise. Trent had brought her upstairs and told her she had 5 minutes to take a shower. Afterwards she was given her make up. Once presentable Trent set up the camera and told Sue she was to read from cue cards he had prepared. Again he threatened her and her husband with punishments if she didn’t sound enthusiastic. He told her each cue card had a number at the top. Trent gave her instructions as to how he wanted her to pose for each card and what he wanted her to do while she was being recorded.

 

He went over everything a couple of times before finally turned on the camera. Without her knowing what she would be saying she was made to practice each pose when he told her a number. Finally he described in detail what he would do to her and then to her husband if she hesitated in her performance or wasn’t convincing enough.

 

Trent had a hand held video camera and told her to begin. Susan sat with her arms supporting her a little behind and to her sides. Her legs were parted about two feet apart. Leaning back slightly, as she was, she appeared to be thrusting her tits out and obviously not shy about exposing herself completely. “Hi. My name is Susan but most men just call me slut or cunt.” She read. “That is truly what I am. I’ve been a married woman for more than 9 years.” The next cue card with its number indicated she was to hold her hand out so the camera could focus in on her wedding ring. My husband knows I’m a slut and that I get off on pain and humiliation that is why he arraigned for my slavery.”

 

The next card meant she had to stand up with her legs a full yard apart and her hands placed behind her neck and thrust out her tits. “Now this slut is available to the highest bidder.” Susan read the sentence. She faltered ever so slightly when she realized what she was saying but with her flushed face and yet lewd pose it a worked for Trent. He slowly panned around her naked body showing all her juicy assets. When the next card was revealed she leaned forward as instructed. Her tits hung and wobbled somewhat and she looked right into the camera. “I have love sucking cocks and have the ability to deep throat.” Next she turned and spread her ass checks apart. “My ass is for fucking or beating.” Susan had to turn around as she stretched her own pussy wide open. “I have fucked so many cocks I can’t keep count but I have a clean bill of health for my new owner.”

 

Trent noticed both in her voice and demeanor she was beginning to lose it. He paused the camera and put it down. Susan began to cry. “I’m….. I’m sorry master.” she cried. She was both afraid of the consequences for her failure but also the fact she had just become aware of her fate. Trent told her to take a few minutes to compose herself.

 

All of Trent’s captives reacted with a natural sense of dismay when faced with their future. Finally, he decided it was time to clarify things for Susan. “If you rationally think about it, being sold as a sex slave is a hell of a better alternative than if you were kidnapped, raped and tortured by someone who’s only plans for you were limited. You are a natural slut. You can’t deny how you react to abuse and even though you may want to deny it you are aroused right now.”

 

Susan hated herself and hated him for pointing out this fact. “What will happen to my husband?”

 

“Much of Bob’s fate will depend on you, your cooperation and your attitude. If you obey and do not cause problems no matter what is demanded of you, he will be released unharmed. Of course he will probably try to look for you but unfortunately he’ll be at a great disadvantage.” Trent noted her quizzical expression. “You see your husband will not dare go to the police or other agencies. It seems he’s is the prime suspect in the murder of one Larry Parker.” Trent lied. “You provided all the motive needed with your submission to that asshole along with the many times you were seen by neighbors and bar friends and so on. I provided the evidence linking the murder weapon to Bob.” Susan’s mouth dropped as she took in all this information. “I’m afraid a wanted murder without any financial resources will have a pretty hard time tracing down his sold wife.” Trent paused for affect. “Then again, I could end his misfortunate state of affairs if you want that.”

 

“No please. Just let him go. I’m the one you want.” She implored.

 

“Well if you both cooperate you have my word on this. Now are you ready to continue?”

 

Susan was told to redo the make up her tears messed up. As she did so, in some stupid way she did feel better about being sold into slavery compared to being killed. She also had a new rational for cooperating.

 

He signaled her to begin again. She started at this point kneeling with her legs spread open and once more her hands behind her neck. “I am new to slavery so you will have the pleasure of training and disciplining me. I have been a spoiled American slut, perfect for a buyer who may be so incline as to own such an animal. Bidding for this slut should be carried out under the normal guidelines. Contact about my sale will be initiated by my selling agent. If interested, arrangements can be made for a personal examination of the product and/or a thorough evaluation.”

 

“Much better slut.” He told her as he shut the camera off. “You may just be beginning to learn that absolute cooperation will make your life a little less painful.”

 

“Master may this slut ask you one question?” Trent nodded. “Have any of the women which you have sold into slavery ever returned to their past lives?” Susan had to know if there was any hope.

 

“Can’t say any have then again I’ve never attempted to sell such an old bitch as you.”

 

As bizarre as it seemed his comment offended her. After all she was only 29 and in great shape. “What happens to them if the owner tires of his slave?”

 

“That is your second question slut and you were only given permission for one. You and your husband will be punished for this offense tonight.” Trent had to make her understand there was no room for the slightest infractions. “But since you will pay for this I will answer you.” He looked down at the woman still kneeling and posed like one hell of an enticing slut slave. “A couple of the very young girls, I understand have been resold at a profit to other owners. A few high mileage, well used cunts have found their way into S&M brothels in Malaysia that provide American cunts to a variety of well to do patrons that desire few restrictions on their usage.  I suppose at some age there is a point when a sex slut slave is of no value and perhaps if lucky to be owned by a compassionate owner, she might be given her freedom for her years of satisfactory service but with a good portion of the world envious of the United States and its life style the American slave is in high demand for abused and have resentments vented upon them. It’s just a fact of business slut.”

 

Trent popped the disk out of the camera. He would need to edit a little and add some secret coded contact information to it along with there and when this slut can be seen and used in person in the near future before making copies to be sent out. While Trent Williams was not a big time white slave supplier those who had known of his merchandise often were amazed by the fact he could get the offered cunt to make her own sales pitch CD. They didn’t know, nor really cared, how he persuaded them to appear to be so eager to enter into a life of a pain sexual slut slavery but those who had made purchases discovered it wasn’t because they were masochists in nature. What they purchased was exactly what they were hoping to own, a beautiful woman who could be humiliated, degraded, abused and suffer only because of her slavery status and not some boring drugged up, mentally broken down piece of ass. “Go down to your cell and wait for me. You will assist me in acquiring some merchandise which will be arriving soon.”

 

Susan was too shook up to wonder what he meant. She thought about her husband and his well being both presently and in the future as a wanted murderer. She was sure he would still try to discover her whereabouts if at all possible. She knew what and how Trent had made her say to her husband had to play emotionally on him. She wished somehow, someway she could have a chance to tell him she’ll be ok with whatever happens. But Susan also began thinking of a myriad of possibilities for herself. At best she could be bought by someone who desired her for her looks and sexual appeal but after listening to Trent, the endless other prospectives were frightening and yet she noted she was still wet with excitement.

 

**** TO BE CONTINUED ****

 

 

 

 


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