CHAPTER 30
WELCOME HOME, WELCOME TO SLAVERY
“Ok it time to go.” Trent
announced. The simple act of stepping out of the van taught Susan an embarrassing
lesson. When her leg reached out for the curb it caused the tight little skirt
covering her to roll up her thigh as fast as a window shade shooting up and
ended bunched up around her waist. “Didn’t get enough of showing off you ass
and cunt earlier, slut?”
As quickly as possible Sue pulled the
skirt back down to cover herself. She knew she would have to take short
small steps in order to maintain what little dignity she had left wearing such
an outfit.
The short steps caused her tits and ass to giggle as she
walked along with Trent.
He deliberately was walking faster than normal just to make the slut shake and
shimmy all the more. Oh how he loved humiliating this slave. In spite of
everything her had done to her and everything that
Larry guy forced her to do, she somehow maintained a sense of innocents. Trent enjoyed the mental
torture he had the power to convey almost as much as the physical. Perhaps he
should consider capturing more married women who clung to the concept that they
might be saved someday or at least that what was happening to them was being
forced upon them. Trent
could not hold back a smile as he watched the once wholesome house wife’s body
jiggle enticingly for anyone to see. The outfit showed off every curve of her delicious
body almost better than if she was nude. “It is strange,” he thought, “how people seeing a woman on the street dressed like his slave
immediately judge her as a trashy slut and yet the same woman on the beach with
a sliver of a suit would be in fashion.”
Trent
couldn’t help himself. This bitch was turning him on. He hit the button which
sent a jolt within her ass. Sue almost forgot how to stop the pain as she
jerked and twisted in agony. The shocks were so strong she didn’t even bother
to look around to see if anyone might be behind her. She bent over to
deactivate the shocker. The skirt of course instantly exposed her naked ass
with the black plug shoved up it. Luckily there wasn’t anyone on that side of
the street however she was spotted by a passing car which honked as her. “flash you tits at them.” Trent ordered. “And keep moving, slut.”
As they just approaching the main doors to the bus station,
sitting on the sidewalk propped up against the building was a panhandler. Trent paused and turned
to Sue. “You know it would be nice slut, if you gave him the tip you got
today.”
Susan looked at the man grinning up at her. She wondered if
he could see the wetness trickling down between the thighs from his position on
the ground. Carefully she lowered herself by placing a leg out and behind her
so she could bend to hand the man her tip money. Trent noticed this. It wasn’t how he wanted
his slut to appear. With one hand, Sue handed the man her dollar while holding
her halter top closed with the other. Suddenly she felt the zap of the plug up
her ass. She nearly jumped upward to the shock. Her ass reacted involuntarily, clenching
tightly around the thick plug. Trent
started laughing. The transient couldn’t figure out what was happening to the
hot bitch in front of him. She almost looked like she was doing a dance.
Unexpectedly, he saw her bend so far over at the waist that her naked ass was
right in front of his face.
“Oh yah baby.” He cheered her on.
The plug stopped shooting its painful bolts. Sue’s hands
went to her bottom while being unaware once more the stretchy skirt rolled up
with this hasty and deep bending. Once more she frantically covered herself as
fast as she could. None the less she had displayed her plug filled ass and
shaved cunt to this man who had no idea why she did what she did but realized
the man with her, calling her his slut was obviously in charge.
Susan turned to go. “Hey what about the dollar you were
going to give me, slut.”
Sue could not believe this lowly bum was calling her a slut.
Susan tossed the dollar down to him. He snatched it out of the air then looked
up at Trent.
“I’d like to show my apprehension to your slut with a kiss.” He said to Trent.
When a smile crossed Trent’s
face, Susan knew he would oblige this guy. Trent nodded at Susan. She took a deep breath
and turned back at the grubby man. When he made no effort to stand up to kiss
her, Susan looked back at Trent
just as the transient said, “You can sit on my lap for your kiss, honey.” Once
more Trent nodded
for her to obey the man.
As carefully and just as unsuccessfully, Susan tried to get
down without flashing him again. As she lowered herself onto his lap, she felt
his hand cupping the base of the butt plug. “What is this stuck up your ass,
slut?”
“Ah.. ah
it’s a plug sir.” Susan replied without even thinking she responded with the
title. Trent
caught this and was pleased that his slut was learning everyone and anyone is
superior to herself.
The grubby man wiggled the plug until she moan. “You got to
be pretty slutty wearing an outfit like this with that plug sticking out your
backside. Are you the same whore I heard was giving nickel blow jobs in the
alley before I got here?”
Susan couldn’t even reply she was so humiliated. She nodded
yes.
“So I could get me…. Ahh .. well a lot of fucking blow jobs for this dollar right?
“We don’t have the time.” Trent spoke up. As much fun as it was
watching the slave housewife being totally degraded and being felt up by this
guy they had a bus to catch. The guy said ok. He took his hand from her bottom
and wrapped his arm around Susan while his other hand went up the fleeting
skirt. “Damn your slut is fucking wetter than a bitch who
just got fucked by a horse.” Susan struggled but it was useless and unless Trent stepped in again,
she knew she would have to deal with the man’s fingers which were already probing
within her cunt. “Ok, bitch, Hank wants some tongue with that kiss.”
Susan didn’t know what was more repulsive, to have to french
kiss the guy or feeling his dirty hands inside her cunt. She soon discovered
that both were the ultimate humiliation of the day as he finger fucked her and
held her in the kiss for nearly 30 seconds.
When she finally got up, straighten out her skirt for the
third time and came to Trent’s
side. She could not look him in the eye because she felt so soiled. “You better
get use to it slave. Who knows, your new owner might just want you to fuck that
horse he mentioned or be assigned to pleasure his dogs as a kennel bitch.
Nothing is out of the question for you now.”
Susan could not hold back the tears. She didn’t want this
kind of life for herself but she wouldn’t betray Bob either. Mentally her inner
voice was repeating how wrong this was yet as she began to walk again she
detected the unmistakable seepage from her pussy and her nipples right now
stood straight out begging to be abused and more humiliations.
As they walked into the bus station most of the men and a
lot of the women noticed the shameless dressed blond with her ass swinging and
tits bouncing to the clicking of her heels. Slut was the word that came to most
everyone who saw her. “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll zap that ass of yours right
here.” Trent threaten because her short choppy steps weren’t keeping up
with him. Susan knew she had to speed up because she couldn’t bare the zapper’s
pain and to bend right out in the waiting area would be too much. She took
slightly longer strides. Instantly she felt the dress starting to creep up on
her. She had to constantly tug down one side then the other as she tried to
keep up with Trent’s
pace.
Trent
looked up at the schedule. Pam’s bus was scheduled to arrive in 8 minutes.
“Slut, you have five minutes to get one of those guys to go with you behind
those baggage carts and give him a blow job.”
Susan turned and saw about a dozen young guys all wearing
the team jackets. She looked back at Trent.
“You better obey instantly without thought or I’ll will
triple the punishment you have coming to you.”
Her heart began to pound as she walked into the circle of
guys. Trent
watched as she obviously was trying to get one to come with her but either he
didn’t believe her or was suspicious of such an offer. The group began howling
as she tried coaxing two others. They laughed until she grabbed the fourth
guy’s hand and placed it under her halter top on her tit. A cheer went up and
they became louder.
Just when it looked like she found a guy who was willing to
go with her, Trent
hit the remote button. Susan twitched as the bolt of electricity began shooting
up her ass. She didn’t hesitate this time. It didn’t make any difference anyway.
After practically begging any of the guys to suck their dick she had no dignity
left. Susan bent at the waist in order to trigger the level float that would
stop the pain. Her bare ass with plug and all was on display within the circle
of guys who she just propositioned. A loud roar went up again as well as some
ass slapping. Trent
walked over to the group who now were becoming more forward with the obvious
slut.
“Excuse me guys. My friend’s wife here goes wild when her
husband is tied up and away from her. She craves cocks so bad she’ll do
anything but we have to meet her daughter. I just hope her daughter doesn't
have a boy friend with her or this slut might rape him.”
Susan came along. She felt sick to her stomach as she
realized this man could not only control her like a remote controlled toy but
was more than willing to do so to humiliate her. Maybe being sold and getting
away from him would be better than this.
They heard the arrival announcement of the Chicago bus. “Wipe those tears from your eyes
and put on a welcome home smile slut. You have just tripled your hanging time.
Do you want to make it worse?”
Trent
spotted the young teen before Susan. “Go to her and welcome her home. Say
whatever you have to, to make her comfortable. Don’t fuck this up too like your
last simple orders.”
Susan carefully walked toward Pam who was noticeably stunned
at her aunt’s appearance. Trent
kept an eye for security and his slut. This was a crucial period. He had pushed
her hard the last couple of hours to make sure she knew just how totally she
was under his control. He wanted her to act without independent thought but
there was the risk she might crack and go the other way.
Pam was cuter than she appeared in her picture. A half of a
million price came to Trent mind as he watched the young girl apparently
berating her aunt’s appearance to the point she didn’t want to be seen with
her.
Susan nearly grabbed Pam’s arm and brought her to Trent. “This is a friend
of Bob and mine. He’ll drive us home.”
Pam asked where her Uncle Bob was. “He’s dealing with some
kind of possible electrical problem at home. We should get back and help him
out before he electrocutes himself.” Trent
said with a chuckle.
“What the fuck is up with Susan? She looks like she should
be living here on the street in that outfit.” Pam snapped
“It your aunt’s whole new personality and look. Bob wanted a
little wilder wife and this is how far she took it.”
“I don’t want to be seen with someone dressed like a slut.”
She said stepping back from them.
“Hey baby. Are you and the other chick offering the blow
jobs?” one of the baseball players asked as they neared them.
Pam’s mouth dropped. “What? Who the fuck
do you think you are talking to?” Pam shouted at the group.
“That slut wanted to suck us off for free, bitch. Just
because you’re not up for it doesn’t mean the whore with the plug up her ass
won’t be willing to drop to her knees.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here. I want to talk to my Uncle
Bob. I can’t believe you people.”
There wasn’t a word spoken as they walked to the van. Pam
would not walk with Trent and Susan but rather lagged behind. Trent would have preferred her in front of
them but she was following along. “When we get to the van I will grab Pam.
There’s a syringe right on the floor. You will sick the needle in her ass while
I hold her. Do you understand slut?”
“Please master don’t make me do
this too.”
“Are you saying you want your tits and cunt bitten by your
favorite ants while hanging tonight?”
Susan heart nearly stopped thinking of just how painful that
all could be. “I’m sorry master. I will obey please forgive me.”
Pamela pretty much bitched about everything. She was upset
with her aunt about having to take the bus, the fact her aunt had embarrassed
the hell out of her in the station and why her Uncle Bob wouldn’t tell her
anything about all this when he called her. When they reached the van she
muttered, “What a piece of junk.”
Trent
slid open the van’s side door. Pam immediately noticed there were
no seat in the back of the van. “Where the fuck do
you expect me to sit? Hey what are…
mumm… mummph. Trent
grabbed her from behind placing one strong hand over her mouth and another
trapping her armed to her sides. Susan’s hands were shaking as she picked up
the hypodermic needle and looked at her struggling niece. How she wanted to say
how sorry she was.
Pam guessed what would happen next and began to struggle
harder when she felt her own aunt lifting her skirt up in back and sticking her
with the needle. “Ouuu bissh.” Was all she could get
out with the hand tightly over her mouth. Very soon her struggled slowed as she weaken. In less than 20 seconds she went limp. Her last
visions were of her own aunt standing there holding the needle that was causing
her to slip away.
Trent
rolled the young girl on to the floor of the van and ordered Susan to get in
too. He tossed Pam’s bag in back and went around toward the driver’s seat and
took a small camera out of the seat divider storage compartment. “Stripper her and
be quick about it.” Susan worked the buttons of her niece’s jeans and pulled
her them off her. She had to lift her limp niece up to pull the shirt off
leaving her with just her bra, thong panties and shoes. As Susan began to untie
the shoes she noticed Trent
was taking picture after picture recording her participation in her own niece’s
kidnapping. “I said everything you stupid slut.” Trent roared when Sue hesitated to go any
further. “Rip the bra and thong off her.” Sue did as ordered. “Here, lock these
on her wrists behind her back.” He ordered tossing her a pair of hand cuffs.
The pictures continued. Before she was done, Trent had her spread the drugged captive’s
legs apart and locked to the side walls as well as locking on a leather hood to
blind her. “Now you strip cunt.”
With her scanty outfit this took a few seconds before she
was naked too. Once more he tossed her a set of hand cuffs. Susan knew enough
to lock them behind her back. Finally, he took Pam’s top and stuffed as much as
he could in Susan’s mouth and used duct tape to hold it in place before placing
a second hood over her head and lock this on.
Trent
lean back, it seemed everything went as well as he hoped it would. He hated the
whole idea of such an impromptu kidnapping without detail plans but now he had
two nice pieces of ass in back and soon a pocket full of more money.
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