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C.U.F.F.S.

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Synopsis: A story about a young couple's journey intending on pushing their sexual excitement to the limits they thought each other wanted but an unexpected detour took them down an ever deepening fall into humiliation, depravation, pain and finally total forced slavery.

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter One

It started out as fun.

Susan Banks, 29 years old. Had and still has the looks of a model which she always dreamt of being at a teen before she got married. Her only problem if you can call it a problem were her breasts. Too big for most of today's skin and bone fashion models. She told those who suggested it, that she had no desire to be a bimbo for swim suit modeling or worse. Secretly she would have jumped at the opportunity if her family or friends wouldn't have found out about it. Susan got wet even thinking of thousands of men jerking off looking at her body in pictures. Pictures that never came about because of her strict up bringing and not really having someone who supported such risqué thoughts.

That was until she met Bob. One could never say they were the perfect couple as Bob was a bit of a workaholic but Sue saw things in him that went way beyond his mediocre looks. Bob was a man of ideas, often off the wall ideas and even more than a little of a risk taker. This was something in a man, Susan had never experienced before. All her small town boy friends were straight laced and always coloring inside the lines.

Bob and Sue got married within a year of dating. Sue was happy that her parents weren't alive to object to her marriage. They would have never approved of a divorced man 8 years her senior. They had always hassled her about who she dated and how she acted even up till she was 20. This was mainly because of her older sister Jill. Jill was 10 years older than Susan. She left their small town when she was only 18 and immediately got herself knocked up. Unmarried with a little girl, Jill's parents were devastated and refused to ever talk to her. But before she died, her mother asked Sue to contact her sister and always be there for her. She did and the sisters became close even though they lived a good 200 miles apart.

So Bob and Sue got married and it was typical bliss for the first year, year and a half or so until Bob moved into a management role and his work began taking time away from the marriage.

It became obvious to both of them what was beginning to happen. Bob wasn't going to let another marriage slip down the drain so they began talking about how to spice up their marriage. It was the opportunity Sue had imagined. She eased into how she felt about some off the wall sexual ideas and in a short time they began making plans.

First step was for Sue to get herself a few sexy outfits. Bob was not shocked about her idea of buying an outfit that might be a bit risqué. As a matter of fact he told her to go for something outright slutty. It was fun and exciting the day they went to the mall. Susan couldn't believe how just how wet her panties were as they drove to the mall. True they didn't have the courage to shop in their own town's malls so they drove to Brook View a short 18 miles south.

Picking out the right outfit soon became a challenge between them. First Sue came out in a red filmy cocktail dress, so short that the hem was a mere 3 inches from flashing her panties.

Bob asked what about showing a little of those melons. He held up a black number nearly as short but with a wide open front that would show plenty of cleavage. Sue nearly climaxed when she put it on and dared to step out of the dressing room to show Bob. It was obvious at first glance her husband had a hard on from just imagining her going out in public in such an outfit.

It was Sue's turn to show she could be as bold as him. "What's the matter hubby? Afraid if your baby shows a bit too much skin you'll chicken out?"

Bob said, "Tell you what slut wife. You get your ass back in there and I'll pick out two outfits. You can choose which one you want to go home in but there is no turning back, right?"

Sue smiled. This was exactly the excitement she wanted to feel. Wanton, sexy, hell slutty.

She couldn't help fingering herself as she waited for Bob's new choices. She just finished her climax when Bob knocked on the changing room's door. Sue put out her hand to take the outfits. "Oh no. Give me the clothes you came in wearing." he demanded. In a few seconds she held out the skirt and blouse she wore to the mall. But Bob didn't hand her any outfits. "I said the clothes you came in wearing."

"I gave you everything." She replied getting a little worried what he was plotting.

"No, not everything." Bob replied.

It became obvious what he wanted. Soon the bra and panties came flying out. "Can I keep my shoes?" She defiantly asked. He replied he wanted them too.

What the fuck was he up to? This was a clubwear dress store, not a shoe store but she wasn't about to be the one who backs down today.

Finally, her husband handed her the two outfits he just picked out. Susan immediately noted how little material there was for two complete dresses.

The first outfit was a white PVC dress. Sue struggled to shimmy into it and once on tingled with excitement at what she saw in the mirror. The material stretched tightly and molded every curve of her body and the thin white plastic material clearly was designed to be worn with undergarments because her breasts not only appeared to look like they were only covered by a thin coating of white paint but also the tightness pushed her already large breasts together creating an over flowing cleavage affect. But the worse was how short and tight the bottom molded and showed off her bare ass cheeks while the hem was a meager inch below her now bare pussy. Her nipples and areolas were clearly discernable through the filmy stretched plastic and depending on how she stood or moved so too was the dark triangle of her love nest.

Bob giggled when she heard his wife's frustrating sighs and groans within the dressing room.

The next dress seemed to Sue to be nothing more than a red hot pile of straps and belts. It had narrow bands which came from a halter type top that covered less than a third of each of her full firm tits. There basically was no back nor sides to the top. The top came all the way down to below her navel where an equally short shirt had slits up the front of both thighs. Again without underwear, a wrong stride and one of those slits could part enough to expose her naked pussy. Sue noted the size before she tried it on. It was a 4 and she knew she told Bob to pick out size 6's when she told him he could pick out the outfits.

"Ah, honey sweetie." She called to him. "I don't suppose the fact that both of these outfit are 2 sizes smaller than I need was a mistake by any chance was it?"

"Well my horny wet darling. You told me I could pick ANY outfit for you to choose and you said you would deal with it so pick one to be my slut in."

Sue bit her lip but her arousal and the excitement and thrill of it all was what she wanted and she sure as hell was feeling it now. She walked out in the white PVC. Turned to show it off to Bob and countered with her own snide comment. "Do you mind much if we get them both. I wouldn't want to be seen in the same dress too often when we go out."

Her husband was shocked. He was completely convinced with the deliberate raunchy choices of outfits he had given her that she would have give up in this game and declared him the winner. Instead she was challenging him even further.

"Now if I may have my shoes we can go now." She stated with a wanton smirk.

"Holy fuck." Bob thought to himself. "She's really willing to walk out of this store and into the mall in that slut outfit. He was shocked at her boldness but it was her smirking that really set him off again.

"I believe there are shoe stores where we can purchase a pair or two stilettos to go with those outfits. Why don't you wait for me out in front of the store while I pay for these things. At last Bob saw the first inkling of apprehension in his wife's expression. "Push me will you woman. I'll show you two can push the limits to the extreme."

Bob and Sue fucked like teenagers that night. In reality, they couldn't even wait the 18 mile drive. Sue gave him a blow job during the ride home. Bob lasted only a short time before her exploded.

They both recalled the look the young sales clerk at the shoe store had when Sue sat in the chair before him and he got an unobstructed view of her naked cunt with the short plastic dress' hem riding up her thighs as she tried on 6 different pairs of shoes. They bought one 5" strap on pair of heels and a 6" pair of stilettos that she had difficulty even standing up in.

Both Bob and sue had to admit the day was the most arousing time they had in months and promised to keep the fires burning with other innovations. Susan was so happy that Bob not only seem to understand her longing to let her wild side out a bit but was an enthusiastic partner in helping her play the part of Slutty Sue.

TO BE CONTINUED

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter 2

The craving for more

The next step was clear to both of them. Sue dressed in her hot red dress. The more she looked at herself in the mirror the more she noticed just how revealing the outfit really was. She remembered it was backless but hadn't noticed that it dipped so low that the top of her ass crack peaked out. Still that would not be her concern where they were going. They planned on exhibiting her at a common bar and with so much tit and those ever dangerous slits prone to reveal her bare pussy she had enough to worry or more like feel excited about.

But after the night was over, she admitted to Bob she was disappointed. Oh sure she got plenty of stares and sex hungry looks from a good dozen or so men. And when she did her cunt gushed shamefully to the point both she and Bob noticed her aroused fragrance. But as Sue tried to explain to her husband, in a lot of ways it was the same as showing off at the mall only in a bit more suggestive manor and seeder place. The problem she thought was she felt like a model in a magazine. She was displayed, desired and maybe even jerked off to that evening by a few of the guys there but unapproachable and definitely untouchable with her husband right at the table with her.

"You mean you want to be touched by a stranger?" Bob asked.

Even though she had some uneasiness about this Susan had fantasized so often with being sexually touched by someone other than her husband. Maybe during a dance with an aggressive partner or perhaps allowing someone's hand to venture a bit more than normal at a bar. But nothing more really. And what a hell of a turn on it would be if she knew he was watching her. The trouble was the look Bob had when he asked the question. He looked like he'd be devastated if she just screamed yes and yet she didn't want this opportunity to express herself pass by. "I… ah, I think I could handle it. I mean hell close dancing is a lot of touching and I'll admit I have a desire to see if I would be ok with it." There she said it sort of. At least her husband knew she'd be ok with touching.

Bob was silent for only about 15-20 seconds but it seemed like an eternity before he said. "Ok fine. Hell in one of those two outfits and pretending to be alone, I'm not sure you can keep some guy's hands off you anyway. Just hope once he finds out how wet your cunt is or how hard your nipples are, you can hold him off from jumping your bones right then and there."

It was Susan's turn to be quiet for a few seconds. Bob was thinking of his hand touching my pussy or on my tits. That's a hell of a lot more than I though he'd be ok with the first time. Suddenly she pushed for a little more. "What about me?" she asked.

"What do you mean what about you?

"I mean can I touch back? I mean would you be ok with that?" she stumbled to get it out.

This time Bob's reply was quicker and snappier. "I guess so. I mean you're the star player in this escapade and besides I suppose you can't just sit there like a blow up doll."

There it was said and out in the open. Susan was so wet now that she dragged Bob's pants down and gave him her best blowjob ever and swallowed his cum. Something she rarely ever did.

The week seemed to take forever to pass before Friday night. Susan once again dressed in the red dress. Her rational was that it would give better access to most every important part of her body unlike the PVC dress that mainly showed her body off more.

Both Bob and Sue asked each other perhaps a half dozen times if they were ok with the plans. Both needed this reassurance on what they were about to do. The plan was for Bob to go into the lounge first. He would set himself up at the bar while Susan waited 15 minutes before entering. She could decide whether or not to take a table or booth depending both on where some possible action might be and to be within suitable sight of her husband. The only problem being they had no idea of the layout of the place since they once again drove to Brook View some 18 miles from their town. They didn't want to accidentally run into a friends from Summerville or anybody from Bob's office.

Sue gave Bob a long kiss and thanked him for letting her do this. "No thank you", he said pointing to the bulge in his pants. "I'm sure you can thank me when we get home." he winked and headed toward the door.

Susan sat wringing her hands and taking deep breaths. She knew she really really wanted to do this yet it was a hell of a limit pusher. Damn if she could only control her pussy from twitching. She was afraid she'd cum before she ever got out of the car.

Finally she opened the car door. "Ok boys, here I come." She whispered as her stiletto heels clicked across the asphalt driveway.

Her first impression was it was less than a first class lounge. Not that it was raunchy, just not your cocktail and class place. There were no booths, and all the tables were the high round top kind that was supported by a single pole and high stool chairs. She quickly realized she couldn't seat herself at one of these because the high slit in the skirt would expose her easily. Before they left the house, Bob told her the bikini panties she had on were not part of the outfit and if she was going to be Slutty Susan, then she'd have to abide by the original outfit as purchased. Sue knew this would make things 10 times more difficult than her fantasy yet she couldn't show any apprehension or her husband might have second thoughts.

Her choice of seating was soon chosen for her as the two guys possibly in their 30s who had spotted her the moment she entered the lounge invited her over. Not anticipating anything like this, Susan approached them like a moth to a flame.

"Alright baby. What will you have?"

Susan could feel herself shaking as she looked at the two men leering at her. One guy was short and thin. He had a mustache and very thick eyebrows that made him look mean even though he was grinning at her. The other guy who initially invited her over was about 30 pounds overweight for his size and slightly balding. Neither were faintly close to what the guy in her fantasy would look like. Sue hadn't thought about drinking, just her experience. "Ah just a white wine." She softly replied. The heavy guy nodded to the bartender to get a wine while the other got up from his bar stool and move one over so there would be an empty seat for Sue between them. Suddenly she felt a hand on her bare back as he nudged her to get on the stool. His touch startled her at first.

Although succeeding in keeping the dress' slit from flash her pussy, there was nothing she could do to prevent the panels of the dress from falling off to either side of her thighs with just the center portion of the hem to cover her bare hot cunt. Susan blushed deeply as she noted both guys staring in surprise at the fact this gorgeous 22 year old babe was obviously brazenly bare ass naked under the scanty outfit she wore.

"I'm Ralph and this is my buddy Jim." The heavy set guy said as he continued to leer at her body.

"Hi." Sue could barely get out. She took a deep breath. "I'm ah Sue." She wasn't sure for a minute whether or not to give her real name but it just came out. Unexpectedly she thought of Bob and looked to both sides of the bar for him. She caught sight of him on the end intently watching his wife's predicament.

"Nice dress, Sue." Ralph complemented while putting his hand on her waist. Sue shuttered. This was it. Could she allow this? She glanced toward her husband. From where Bob sat, he couldn't see Ralph's hand slow inching up the front V of the dress. Bob winked at Sue and snickered.

Ralph couldn't believe his incredible luck. First this gorgeous young woman in an extremely sexy outfit walks into the bar and accepts his and Jim's invitation to join them and now she wasn't resisting his advances. It was now Ralph's turn to hesitate as his chubby fingers were just to the bottom of her firm breast. Should he go for it. Would she slap him and walk out?

Ralph looked over towards his buddy who's mouth and eyes were wide open as he watched his drinking buddy's venturous frontal assault. Jim nodded and Ralph's hand moved to cup her breast. He could feel the young woman's warm chest rising and falling as she began panting. "You're one hot bitch aren't you." He whispered as he played with her tit.

Sue didn't even notice when Jim took her hand and placed it on his crotch but he was now rubbing it up and down his hard shaft.

This was all going way too fast. Her fantasy was more of a flirting and slow progression kind of scenario with a romance novel hunk. Instead here she was being felt up by a pudgy 30 year old and his friend in a bar. And yet she was so near to a climax. It was wrong and great at the same time.

"How's about we go in back and play a little pool." Ralph said pulling her to a standing position as he made the statement. "Jim get some quarters. We'll meet you in back and shot some balls." He said with a wink. "She seems like she might be good with a stick."

They were up and heading for a back room were a pool table and some side tables were. Bob started to get up to stop her then thought about how enthusiastic she was about tonight. He knew he couldn't follow them back there without blowing the fact they were together but he didn't like the fact she'd be out of his sight with two grubby strangers.

Two old guys who were also at the bar watched Ralph and Jim heading in the back room with the tramp who came in. "Looks like the boys are in for a little fun." One of them said turning back to his drink. "If I was about 30 years younger I'd like a go at the slut too."

Bob looked toward the doorway but from where he was sitting he couldn't see into the room. If he moved to position himself to look in, it would obvious to the bartender and these two guys. They'd probably think he was some kind peeking Tom. Although Bob was all in favor of allowing his wife to play out her fantasies, he didn't like the idea of being considered some kind of pervert. She knew he was out there and if things got out of hand she could call or run out to him. Bob ordered another drink and waited.

Meanwhile, Jimmy and Ralph put the money in the table and brought out the balls to pretend they were really interested in play pool. Neither was sure just how far this babe would go and didn't want to scare her off too fast. "You like to play?" Ralph asked with the transparent leading question."

'What do you think? Sue replied in the same sassy tone she uses with Bob when they are bantering.

"I think we should make the game interesting by a little wager."

Ah oh. Susan felt herself cornered but she never felt so alive, self-conscious and so turned all at once. "Like what?" she responded a little less brazen.

"We'll play cut throat. First person out pays." He said and winked at Jimmy.

"Ah for one thing I'm not too good of a pool shooter and for another, I didn't bring a lot of money."

Jimmy kind of skulked up behind her. "You got a lot of assets to bet honey. And I bet a lot more skill with a stick than you're than you're letting on. Probably a real hustler, don't you think Ralph?"

"I'll bet she is too. Tell you what Sue. We'll play 3 games for say five bucks a game. Since you don't have any money, we'll let you make a worthwhile offer. Ok?"

She was doing everything she could to keep from shaking. "Ok." She replied but not sure what exactly she was agreeing to.

They offered to let Sue break. As she lean to take a shot she realized her bare ass and cunt would easily be seen if she lean too far. Her shot barely hit the rack as she became ever self-conscious. The game was under way. Sue had just two more shots as both men ganged up on disposing of her balls rather than actually trying to win themselves. "Guess you lose that one, babe. What do you offer as payment?"

Susan's heart was pounding. She couldn't offer too much or this would quickly get way out of hand. "I'll give each one of you boys a big wet kiss, ok? She said nervously smiling.

"Ah hold on honey I think we were thinking something a bit more like a fuck or blow job. Right Ralph?" Jimmy perked up.

"Oh no. I can't do that fellas." As she fidgeted she felt her ring. "I'm a married woman. I mean I'm out for a good time and all but I don't fuck around."

The heavy set guys knew if they pressed too much they could lose a good thing here. "Ok, no fucking but show us your tits then." Ralph offered.

Sue considered this for a few seconds and figured it wasn't that big of a price to pay. Granted a steeper price than a wet kiss and her next offer would have been to let them feel her tits through the dress but this was ok too she guessed.

Slowly she pulled the narrow strip off her left breasts and posed to show it as her hand went to do the same with her right. She stood for a few seconds with her chest held high smiling before she shook them like a stripper. Teasing was always a thrill for her and tonight was the boldest taunting she had ever imagined attempting "Ok?" she asked as she began to cover them up again.

Great tits Sue but what are you doing. You lost. You just leave them melons out there and we'll start game two.

Sue's mild protest was over ruled by a slightly bias 2 to 1 vote.

Meanwhile Bob kept trying to lean over enough to see what was happening through the archway leading into the back room. Twice he had seen his wife moving around holding a pool stick as she played the first game but now there wasn't any movement. "You want another?" the bartender startled him as he was intently concentrating on trying to figure out what was going on back there.

"Ah yah. Hey where are the washrooms?" he asked hoping they would be somewhere through the backroom or at least passing that archway.

The bartender pointed in a far corner. "Listen you want to peek at that hot bitch, no one gonna blame you. Just plant yourself over with old Paul and Clem there. They've been watching her bend over showing her ass as she's been leaning over the table. They got the best seat next to Jimmy and Ralph back there."

Bob felt his face flush with embarrassment but wanted nothing more than to be able to see the show. When he moved next to the two older guys he was shocked to see his wife with her tits totally out of the dress' top as she waited with her pool stick in hand to take her next shot. "Well Suzie Slut doesn't seem to be in any distress." He thought to himself.

"Wow look at them knockers on that gal." One of them said. "You ever seen a nicer pair than those lately?" The other old guy said something like he hasn't seen a pair of nice tits in years. Bob laughed and said he had. A rack just like that one.

Sue's second game was worse than her first since she was twice as self-conscious about walking around with her breasts swinging. When the game was over the three players moved to the side of the room where they could not be seen by their eager audience, including her husband, at the bar.

"You lose again Sue. I think the dress comes off for that." Ralph said with a new authoritarian tone. Sue tried to think of an alternative but knew there was little to gain by suggesting anything less.

"Ok but I want to know what you expect before we play the last game." Sue was now timidly cringing as they cornered her against the back wall.

"We'll lets think what you can offer…." Jimmy's statement was abruptly stopped when Ralph hit his shoulder and told him to shut up.

This alarmed Susan. She was afraid he might get physical. "The dress sweetie." He repeated holding out his hand.

"I just want to set everything straight as to what the next game's payment will be." Sue voice had lost all of her previous sassiness.

"Now!" Ralph demanded. He was pretty sure he could get away with his act at dominating the situation. After all here was this married woman who had gone this far. The dress easily slipped off with one motion. She placed it on a stool in the corner. Turning back the two men's smirks were from ear to ear. "You got yourself one hell of a fucken great body. Little lady. Turn around and show it off."

Sue's nipples were so hard they stood out like bullets and hurt. Her cunt was twitching and she felt like she was about to cum even without being touched. The heavy set guy whispered something in his buddies ear who smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead and break." He told her. But as Sue bent over to take the shot she bolted upright. Jimmy had slipped his hand up between her legs and grabbed her cunt.

"Shit, is she ever fucken wet." He said holding up his hand with Susan's cunt juices coating the two fingers he was able to swipe through her slit.

"Hope the lady gives better blowjobs than she shoots pool." Ralph laughed because her reaction sent the cue ball weakly rolling across the green table top.

Sue began to protest but knew how it would turn out no matter what. What she didn't notice as she made her feeble protest about Ralph's insinuation about blowjobs, was Jimmy going out into the bar area. Ralph walked around the table pretending to judge several options. In reality, they decided to stretch out this game with this stunning butt naked woman as long as they could. He barely looked down at the table as he mumbled about the possible shots he might have. By the time Jimmy came back and sat himself behind her, Sue was beyond humiliation. She attempted to cover her bountiful tits with her arm and kept her legs closed partly to hide her nudity but mostly to conceal just how aroused she was. Ralph stopped walking around and put his cue stick against the wall. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked looking at Sue in the corner.

"What?"

"Just what the hell are you doing covering yourself. You lost game two. Your price was to show off that great body." Sue let her arm slowly lower exposing her breasts. The more Sue complied the more assured Ralph felt that he could push this submissive woman to further limits. "Now you're going to have to pay for trying to weasel out on your bet." The woman's look of fear and yet not demanding that the game was over, spoke volumes even to someone as dunce as Ralph. The woman came in looking for trouble, she was standing naked and was probably willing to submit herself to more. "Interlace your fingers together and place your hands behind your neck. She began panting but obeyed. Why? She couldn't even answer it days later but it seemed so right at the moment. This vaunted her big breasts up and outward. "And spread your legs too." Jimmy suggested.

Ralph nodded in agreement but Sue realized they would keep taking this further and further until they requested more than she was willing to allow. She had a feeling they wouldn't stop until they demanded to fuck her and this she wasn't ready for. Sue turned to retrieve her dress and tell them game was over. The chair she placed it upon was empty. Jimmy couldn't contain his giggle when she realized he had taken it.

"Give me my dress back." She demanded.

"A bets a bet. Sweet Cheeks." Jimmy responded.

"You agreed to three games of pool and the consequences." Ralph added. "Now being gentlemen, we wouldn't force ourselves on a lady but you ain't no fucken lady. You said it yourself you're a cheating wife. If you want to go, go but until you pay off your bet, we'll be holding the dress as say collateral."

Susan made a quick assessment of the small pool room. Her dress was clearly wasn't in this room and who knows where Jimmy could have put it. She knew she couldn't go out and do the entire drive back to Summerville naked. She also didn't want their first attempt to go badly by causing a nasty scene. "Ok. Listen. I am a married woman. I wanted a wild night. Something a little different."

"A little?" Jimmy laughed.

"Ok a lot but if you try and force yourselves on me to fuck me I promise you I will go to the police and tell them everything. They may not charge you with rape but I promise it will be a nightmare in court battles. My husband is a lawyer." She lied.

When neither man flinched she decided to play her last chip before calling out for Bob's rescue. "I'll finish my commitment and pay my bet but nothing more than blowjobs. Ok?

"Holy shit." Jimmy mumbled.

Ralph was a little disappointed he wouldn't get to fuck such a choice piece of meat but if anyone told him he would have a bombshell of a babe naked and offering him a blowjob tonight at his favorite bar he would have bet them a years salary they were nuts.

Still Ralph enjoyed the short lived power he got from this woman when he was in control. What the hell. He thought, it was worth a try and he could always relent to her offer. "Ok, Sue, no one will fuck you but you have to completely follow all our instructions until after everyone gets their blowjobs or you can leave now. That's our final offer."

Sue thought for a second. This still could be wild and if they stuck to their promise not to fuck her, what the hell. She nodded and answered. "Ok."

"Ok then. Now this all started with you refusing to stand and wait for your shot in the proper position. Now get your fucken ass over in that doorway. Put your hands back behind your neck and spread your legs so those fuck me heels are touching each of the door jams."

As Sue walked to the doorway between the pool room and the bar, Bob and the other three out in the bar area all saw her for the first time in all her glory. "What the fuck has been going on in there? Bob thought as he got up from his bar stool. While the two old men and bartender made comments and catcalls about the sight before their eyes. Sue glanced over her shoulder. Bob was about to approach. He mouthed the question. "You OK?" Sue nodded yes. As he went back to his seat, he kept smirking and remembering everything Sue told him. "I'll be fine. I have to allow a little petting and it might lead to a little more but I can control it." Now there she was stark naked and doing what with her legs spread wide open. Damn he had one hell of a hard on enjoying this.

"I believe it's still my shot." Ralph said as he lined up his shot and deliberately missed to expand the time Sue would have to endure her submission. Jimmy shot next and sank one of Sue's number balls. Ralph came up to him and whispered something in his ear. Jimmy grin. His next shot left the cue ball nearly in the center of the table. "Your' shot slut." Ralph announced.

By now the bartender and his two regulars and unbeknown to everyone else the slut's husband all moved to a table near the pool room door way to get a better view of what was going on. To shoot Sue was forced to lean way over the table. Both men used their cue sticks to play with her ass and pussy as she bent over. Sue hit a few balls around but nothing went in. Ralph pointed for her to return to her position.

Both Ralph and Jimmy kept deliberately missing shots but making sure they never left Sue with anything to make even if she could with one or the other or both grabbing at her ass, playing with their cue sticks between her legs and for three shots in a row, playfully spanked her ass until she was about to actually shot then laying a pretty good whack across her firm ass. The fact she didn't protest any further or object in anyway told everyone she was enjoying it all. The fact that her cunt hairs were glistening with dampness, indicated just how much of a slut she was.

Finally the game was over. Ralph ordered her to kneel and take his cock while she kept her hands behind her head. He grabbed her hair and worked her mouth hard and deep on his cock until he was about to cum then pulled out just at the last minutes and spewed his load all over her face. He laughed as he invited Jimmy to take his place.

Jimmy was much bigger where it counted than his body would suggest. Sue worked his cock and gag as he rammed it deep down her throat. When he was about to explode he threaten if she lost a drop of his cum she would be sorry. Sue choked down his sperm. She had only tasted Bob's sperm before and not often. She wasn't into swallowing cum but she did a great job this time.

Thinking she was finally done, Ralph called to the stranger in the bar. "You want a go at this slut buddy?"

Bob stood up. "Yah sure, why not."

Sue looked shocked. "Hey wait a minute."

Ralph stopped her before she could protest. "I said you will obey our instructions until everyone got their blowjobs."

"But I didn't make a bet with anyone else." she protested.

"Fine. Go home naked. I don't care. I got mine."

Sue couldn't believe Bob played along. He insisted she swallow his cum knowing she didn't like to do it. Next the bartender stood in front of her. He took forever to finally shoot his load. Her face and chest were now coated with cum.

She couldn't believe the two old men wanted a shot too. As she began working on one of the two, she noticed Bob say something to the bartender. The bartender laughed out loud before handing him a bundle and he began to leave the bar. "Catch you in the car sweetie."

Ten minutes later, a naked cum cover slut came running out to the car where Bob was grinning. "You bastard. How could you have left me in there and to take my dress? What is up with that?" she roared.

"Ah wait a minutes Suzy Slut, I believe you said there would be some fondling, maybe heavy petting. I figured a naked run to the car was nothing after all that."

Bob wasn't sure if she was angry or so excited still that she was raving. "Find a damn motel. I can't wait for the ride home. You have to fuck me now." She giggled.

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C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter 3

Can't Get Enough

The influence of their initial game was enough to keep both Bob and Sue horny for weeks. They couldn't keep their hands off each other thinking back how wild the night's play went. Then one night Sue hinted at a repeat. She said she was fantasizing about it for days and wanted more. Bob eagerly agreed.

For the next 3 months they played out similar scenarios but of the half dozen ventures only one came close to being as exciting to Sue. They tried going to different lounges and doing the same things but soon discovered that in spite of Susan's magnificent body and looks, there had to be the right combination of willing men and a business owner willing to risk such a scene.

They tried, sports clubs. Sue got a lot of feeling up and even gave blowjobs but these were in the bathrooms or somewhere out of Bob's sight and always one on one. There was no shortage of men who wanted to take her to a motel or some place else but nothing like what happen at the first bar and pool room.

Then one night they passed an adult book/novelty store. They both thought the same thing. There was probably a good supply of men that had few taboos about sex and perhaps a few that would be bold enough to turn them on. They planned their scenario. Sue would go in shopping for a sexy outfit and when she targeted a guy who was obviously interested in her, she would approach him and ask if he'd be willing to give his opinion on a choice of a sexy outfit she wanted to buy for her husband's surprise birthday party. It was up to her, depending on his level of his response just what she would offer for his assistance. Bob scouted out the right store. It had a selection of outrageous sexy outfits, a changing room and yet wasn't so upscale that they would toss her out if things went well. Bob even told her 6 outfits he wanted her to try on and told her to buy the one the guy picked.

That Friday night Bob drove his wife to Hot Stuffs. Sue wore a pair of tight shorts and halter top but nothing like the two outfits she'd been wearing to the bars and other places. Then again the idea was for her to end up buying her third sexy outfit. Of course as always since day one, she had not worn any underwear. As a matter of fact Sue hadn't been wearing underwear of any kind most of the time. It made her feel lewd and racy.

"Well here it goes." She said with a smile and kiss for her husband. Susan got out and quickly walked to the door. In spite of the fact she'd already done similar stunts in the past few weeks, the risk always sacred her a little but her moist pussy overruled any intellectual considerations about such perils she might face.

For some reason she pictured the place to be dingy and raunchy but the store was roomy, clean and well lighted. Maybe too well lighted, was her first impression as she thought about coming back out into the store to model outfit's Bob had chosen for her to wear.

Her first task was to find the women's clothing section. A big sign over three racks of clothes labeled the department. Naughty wear. She looked for the outfit's Bob had described to her to pick out. "Humm, he didn't exactly describe them adequately. Yes there was the hot pink latex dress, but he kind of forgot to mention it was barely opaque. The black fake leather outfit had twin holes where her nipples would protrude through. They were all less than advertised and she felt her pussy beginning to trickle. She couldn't hold back her excitement.

Susan began to look around to find a guy who might be interested in assisting her. There was no shortage of attentive males. There were no less than 6 guys who ranged from slyly sneaking a peek at her to 3 of them who blatantly watched her pick through the clothes or more likely at her hard protruding nipples in her halter top. Sue looked toward the front door as her husband entered. "And the games begin." She thought to herself.

Sue had already decided on her choice of men to ask for assistance. He was one of the three who wasn't afraid to look at her directly. She thought she saw him smile at her before. As she approach, he stood and watched her boobs giggle in the halter. Sue could feel her face flush as she knew just how she appeared as well as what she planned to ask him. "Excuse me sir. I was wondering if you could give me your opinion about several outfits that would be sexy enough….." she blushed deeper, "actually slutty for a surprise party I want to through my husband."

There she said it. She felt her heart pounding. She felt like she just said look at me I'm a whore. Then again she just about called herself a slut.

"Like what do you want?" he grumbled. His gruff response was much less than she was expecting. "What the hell do I know what your husband would want."

Ah, husband. The H word seem to turn him off. She saw the guy check her hand for a wedding ring. Sue realized she would have to block out this negativism of admitting she was married. "I don't know which of the outfits I picked out would be the best that guys would want me in. I could try them all on and model them and maybe you could give me your opinion."

As she presented her proposal she tried to look for any kind of a spark of excitement but his eyes narrowed as if he suspected this to be a joke or scam. Sue licked her lips and look right into his eyes. "I'll make worth your time, if you want."

The 5 to 10 seconds of silence seemed like an eternity as she awaited his reply. She fought her heaving breasts from being so obvious. "You shitten me right? You going to fuck me just for my opinion?"

Susan almost gasped. She shook her head no. "Ah, not fuck you but I'll give you one hell of a blow job." She stumbled.

The guy's eyes were all over her body. "Prove your serious honey and not jerking me off here. Flash me some tit." He demanded. Sue looked over her shoulder. The situation with the other men who had been observing her hadn't changed much yet she knew she had to pass this test to accomplish her goal. "Can we go somewhere in back or something?" Sue asked.

"Listen cunt. This is a porn store. Nobody here will be offended by your flashing tits. Look at all the fucken jugs in these magazines." He held up a copy. Susan started to think she picked the wrong target and yet she knew his vulgarity towards her somehow made her all the more excited. Susan pulled her the halter top off her right tit so he could see her fine breasts. "Come on, bitch. If you are planning on being a slut for your husband and giving me a blowjob, you're going to have to be raunchier than that. Show those jugs." He said loud enough that those watching what was coming down between the two of them would know what was about to happen here.

Sue fought back any hesitation and pulled the halter down so both breasts came pouring out. "Satisfied?" she smugly asked. Any notion of modesty was now out the window for the young playful wife so she turned to let the others see her exquisite pair. "Do you believe me now?"

"Full blowjob right? No holding back?" Susan nodded and the man guided her toward the pile of clothes she was about to model.

Needless to say, this would not be a one man fashion show as planned. There was no way this guy could or would have stopped the other guys, including Bob in the group, from gathering around the outside of the small curtained room that Sue went into to try on the outfits.

She got a round of applause as she exited from behind the curtain in an extremely tight and short dress with a low neck line. Sue's excitement and confidence began to build as she felt herself being the center of attention in the back of an adult novelty store. In spite of things not going totally according to plan she somehow felt somewhat in control. The guy had her walk back and forth and then told her to bend over to judge how he liked it from the back. Of course the dress was way too short to bend in and without panties she'd be showing her ass and pussy to all these me. She was building up her nerve to do it just that before she felt a hard stinging on her ass. "I said bend over bitch." The guy roared and a couple of other guys laughed at how she reacted to the swat. Without further hesitation she did in spite of her exposure.

"All right. Look at that wet naked cunt and tight asshole of hers. Someone commented.

"I got something to stuff in those holes, right here, honey." Another shouted.

The next outfit was a feathery sheer thing that hung like a negligee rather than a dress. This time they not only had her walk up and back but in front of each of the 7 men now gathered both in front of the small changing tent but also in the next row over.

As Susan was about to reenter behind the curtain a voice rang out. Not just any voice, it was her husband's. "Why not have the slut change out here so we can all get a good look at that body?" His suggestion was instantly agreed upon by all in the store and even though she began to refuse she decided this was the second time he was trying to add to her humiliation so she would show him.

This was the second time in a couple of months that she would be naked before strangers while her husband watched other men lust for her. What a fucken turn on.

From that point on, things got a little more wilder. As she made her required fashion walk before those awaiting, several men grabbed her ass, groped her tits or pinched her nipples when she had on the fake leather one with the cutout holes for them. She had gotten so horny that she wanted to leave immediately and get Bob's cock inside her now dripping pussy but she had a commitment to the guy she promised a blowjob for making his choice. Sue and the guy went into the back room where there were individual stalls to watch videos. He made her take off the translucent pink latex dress even though it's sheerness allowed for her ass, pussy and tits to be distinctly seen but with a pink sheen to them.

When she had the dress off he made her stand with her legs spread while he finger fucked her glistening cunt. This wasn't part of the deal but she loved the feel of his rough fingers inside her so much that she lost all control and was soon begging him to fuck her.

Susan never told Bob about the fucking but she did tell him how the guy pinched her nipples horribly and made her beg him to slap her tits. Susan figured it was all the excitement that built up with her the exhibitionism but later admitted to Bob that feeling his dominance and her willingness to submit to his will.

Bob and Sue made a couple more attempts at finding the extreme thrill that these games once delivered to both of them and they soon discovered it was difficult to generate the right combination of events. They began talking about moving to a new level.

*** ***

To Susan's relief it was Bob who suggested maybe she needed to push the limits. He said perhaps attempting having sex with a stranger would be the next stage only if she was agreeable to this. His young sexy wife suppressed showing her excitement at the thought. She may have done to good of a job because he reconsidered the his initial idea of them just going out and finding a target at a bar or somewhere else.

"How about trying a swinger's club?" he asked.

This was a total surprise to Sue who never really considered the idea of Bob being involved with another woman. She knew she couldn't protest this. After all look what her husband had allowed her to enjoy. Still she had always thought her exhibitionism and play was for both of their excitement. "Ah bullshit she told herself. True Bob enjoyed watching her exhibitionism, the humiliation and outcome of those she teased, but she knew she had to be getting the best end of the ordeals so why should she be selfish?

After 6 attempts with 2 different groups they both decided this wasn't for them. Susan told Bob there wasn't the excitement with the exhibitionism, the risk with total strangers, and as hard as it was for her to say, even the humiliation she enjoyed. Lastly she told Bob there was the fact that her best orgasms were with the guys who took little guff, who she felt like she had to obey.

A month and a half later they went for the big one. Bob would take Susan to a sports bar and depending on the interested. She of course would be their in all her teasing glory so when Bob stuck up a deal they knew what they would be getting into bed with. Finding a guy they could trust and someone to trust that you and this gorgeous woman weren't scamming him for a mugging or worse now days came across harder than they figured. Finally they settled on a college student that was very willing to go home with them and would allow Bob to watch and maybe go on from there.

The evening turned out to be a pretty good turn on for Bob but little did her lover or Bob know, Susan faked an orgasm. It wasn't like she pictured. It wasn't dangerous, fun in how she envisioned it. Hell, she didn't know what she wanted but when Bob found out she didn't really want to continue pursuing this stage he was both confused and more than a little frustrated with his wife. What the hell did she want?

Two nights later they laid in bed and talked. "I don't honestly know Bob. Sometimes I wish I was walking alone at night and a gang comes out of a van or something, grabs me and rapes me. They make me do all sorts of depraved things. They make me submit. Then reality hits and I know that's stupid. I mean the arousal I feel thinking of the risk and danger is like an aphrodisiac but on the other hand I would want most everything to go as I wanted it. Like when things hurt too much, I'd want them to stop. I'd only want to experience the things I'd want and not what some perverts wanted." She turned to her husband who had been so supportive in all this and said, "You have one hell of a fucked up wife."

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C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter 4

Years of Blandness Ends

The phone rang with the horrible news. Susan's older sister and husband were killed in a car crash. It was a miracle their 12 year old daughter wasn't hurt. There wasn't much family to attend the funeral. It had only been Susan and her sister who was 11 years older than she. Both parents were also tragically lost 3 years earlier. Now faced with one of their most serious of decisions, Bob and Susan agreed they had to bring up, Pamela. So Susan, at not quit 23 years of age found herself the surrogate mother for, to put it mildly, a 12 year old brat.

With the lost of her parents and having such a young aunt, Pamela didn't take well to a situation already difficult with her stage in life. Bob, who was as old as her parents got along better with her but life for all three began radically different. Neither Bob nor Susan were prepared for this but they pursued and for the next 6 years raised Pamela as if she was their own.

Any considerations as to where or what stages in their pursuit of their sexual fantasies they were at was forgotten. Bob immersed himself back into his job and was even more successful. Susan, now at age 29 was unsatisfied both in her marriage and mostly at a lost on how to bring up her teenage niece. She just wanted things to be as they were when they first got married. She never wanted a child but life can be full of surprises. She dealt with the situation and often masturbated with her fantasies for sexual release. Still she had a strong desires for those past experiences and even more. That is when she began to explore the world of cyber sex and the amazing things she never knew existed out there.

Then as a reward for Pamela's enduring, barely graduating, high school, her Uncle Bob and Aunt Susan were sending her to Europe for 6 months. Plans were for her to stay with friends in England for 3 months and then distant relatives of her late father in France for the balance of her stay.

Pamela was excited about both the trip and getting out on her own for awhile. Her and a friend would enjoy their trip for sure. And just as much Bob and Susan were looking forward to six months without their niece around the house. They'd been talking and Bob agreed with his wife that they should do something to spice up their relationship and especially sex life during this opportunity. Hell just having Pamela out of the house so they could make love anytime they wanted would be a big step.

Weeks before Pamela's trip Susan began showing Bob her communications she was having with a BD/DS group. "I know a lot of it is bull," she said, "but there is one segment that dominants take on people new to submission. I've read every account and even if half are real it is really exciting to me, honey."

Bob knew back when they first were married and they began to play, one of the biggest turn-ons for his wife was not just the exhibitionism, their attempts with swingers and other sexual encounters wasn't just the sex but more so the feeling of being under someone else's control and the risk of having little say in the direction of an ordeal. As soon as Pamela left on her trip they decided to test out this new sexual experience. Bob bought handcuffs, ropes and leather cuffs and other gear he found at the same book store his wife sucked off her fans who enjoyed her modeling show 6 years ago. He chuckled to himself as he fantasized bringing her back to the same place now. Sue was just 29 now and in as good or better shape than in her mid-twenties.

Their first attempts were typical. Bob tied Sue to the bed and teased her body for an hour before giving either of them release. Maybe because of how long it had been since they had a real long foreplay or maybe it was the feeling of freedom without their niece around but Sue thought it was fantastic. Sue couldn't wait to write up a summary of their first attempt as well as the feelings she got from it and send it off to the BD/DS group like so many she had read in the past. For some reason it made this whole new venture a degree more exciting sharing with hundreds, maybe thousands of anonymous strangers.

For the next week they repeated their session with a few changes here and there and like before Sue's cravings for something more, something different grew within her. Bob was willing and eager to play along with his wife's eroticism but it was time consuming.

The first new step came on the weekend they planned on taking Sue outdoors to add to that degree of risk she loved to feel so much. It was early May and warm so bringing his naked captive out into the yard at one in the morning and tying her ankles tightly together and cuffing her wrists behind her back would be their plan. But…. Bob always tried to add a little something just like he had in the past. He put her all the way behind the storage shed at the back of their property, completely naked and tied as she was only able to move by hopping. "I'll meet you back inside when you get there." He told his lovely fettered wife. "All you have to do is cover the 100 yards or so back to the house trying not to grunt or make yourself too conspicuous because the last 25 yards will be in direct view of the Daniel's deck and the back windows you know. I wonder what our neighbors would think of Slutty Sue all tied and helpless right outside their door?"

Bob hadn't called her that since the exhibition games. He obviously was into to it as much as she was. Sue also knew his warning was more him stirring her arousal pot than actually cautioning her but he was right about the stretch where there would be no cover, no bushes to jump behind, no way to avoid being seen if someone was to look out back and no way for her to avoid being seen since she could only hop and bounce showing herself off with both her ankles and wrists taken from her. And what a sight she was as her husband watched his naked wife struggling to make it back to the house. Her large full breasts bouncing wildly with each bounding leap forward in an anxious attempt to cross only a semi-concealed back yard. She was doing pretty well until a dog barked. It was just common night time noises but to a naked tied woman any sound other then her panting and those she knew she made were possible danger. And this type of exposure wouldn't just be exhibitionism like at the bar or bookstore ordeals. This would not only expose her in all her full glory but also her kinky nature as well.

The first time Sue fell, Bob was about to bolt out from the house to help her until he watched her roll around, wiggle to a sitting position and somehow made it to her knees and finally hop up and maintain her balance well enough to begin again.

It took her a full 15 minutes to make it back to the sliding door but it seemed like an hour to her. Bob opened the door and let her hop in. "Wow you looked fantastic out there." Bob told her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now." Susan was able to get out with the shortness of her breath. "No, no don't untie my hands. Fuck me like this." Sue came three times as Bob pounded into his bound captives sopping wet cunt on the kitchen floor.

Exhausted as much as she was, Bob rolled off her and asked how she enjoyed it "Tomorrow night, I want to be hog-tied so I have to crawl back.." was her reply.

This was exactly how they played it the next night with another of Bob's added spices. The vibrator in her was turned on when he left her to begin. Because her pace was ten times slower inching and scrapping her naked body along to the house rather than hopping and the fact that she climaxed 6 times with the vibrator during her trek, it took her nearly and hour and 20 minutes in all.

This was just the beginning of fulfilling her fantasies. Susan was hooked on bondage and the fantastic sensation of nearly complete helplessness.

Again she wrote her detailed report to the internet group and this time asked for suggestions as to where they might go from here.

*** ***

Needless to say Susan was shocked to get as many as 45 replies in the next 2 days both commenting on her two reports as well as a lot of offers to fuck her, dominate her, whip her, make her drink piss and things she didn't even know what they meant. There were also some that replied with a kind of a welcoming her to this new world of excitement called bondage. And there were some suggestions for her next plans. Again these ranged from the ultra bizarre to a few she discussed with Bob. One in particular they thought they could work it into an event that was already planned for the upcoming weekend.

Susan printed out two copies of the e-mail and they both reread it as they considered how to realistically work the ideas of the "Strict Master" who sent the message.

"You know what would be fun?" Susan spoke up as they went over the e-mail. Bob nodded no. "What if we write this guy back and tell him what is planned for this weekend and give him some limits which we would not consider crossing but let him work up the scenario." Ever since she began to read the stories and things in some of these sites, she had an overwhelming desire to be mastered by a stranger. She related that her arousal must be the same as it was to expose or degrade herself to a stranger or give a blowjob to a stranger or having sex with strangers. There was some kind of fascination with playing with fire. The risk involved with not having control or the safety net of her husband to say no.

Bob looked at his sumptuous wife and knew instantly she'd get her way sooner or later. He agreed to let her contact him and tell him she would obey his directives for the upcoming planned barbecue at his neighbor's house on Saturday. Bob also told her she could give his e-mail address at work if he wanted to plan surprises for her without her knowing about them. Sue was so happy she jumped on Bob and between each kiss telling him how he was the greatest.

The e-mail appeared in Sue's inbox the next morning.

7:25AM

To: Susan Banks

From: Strict Master

Slut,

I doubt you know what you are getting yourself into but if you want to try and taste the enjoyment of submission, your part will be three fold and simple.

First, you will write me back with a picture of you, naked. To verify it's you and not some fake, I want at your feet a copy of today's USA Today newspaper. In this e-mail I want you to tell me as much about you as possible as far as pervious experiences and something you would be ashamed to tell your closest friend.

Secondly, I want you to have your driver's license scanned and sent as an attachment.

Lastly, If you plan on complying with 1& 2 then begin faking like you are coming down with something. The afternoon and evening of the party you will be submitting and climaxing like hell but you will not be partaking as your normal role.

Strict Master

Sue read the e-mail. In many ways it was exactly as she desired. Nothing simple like go to the bathroom every hour and play with yourself. It was mysterious, frightful and had a key phrase she knew got her really wet, "party you will be submitting and climaxing like hell".

Without thinking about such things as safety or consequences, Susan had Bob took the full length picture of her completely naked after buying a copy of the USA Today. She went to the local Kinkos and had them scan her driver's license and sent everything back with her reply.

6:23PM

To: Strict Master

From: Susan Banks

Dear Master, {Susan thought about how to address him for 10 minutes before doing so.}

I have attached the picture and a copy of my driver's license to prove I am for real. As for your request…..

{Susan went on to write 4 pages describing her past experiences in detail including her feelings and thoughts about them. When this was done she had considered what and how she would answer as to what she was the most ashamed of. At first she thought about telling him how she fucked the guy in the book store without Bob knowing or approving it. It seemed trivial now considering how far they went since then. Finally she began to confess what really she felt ashamed of.}

During the initial days of flashing and oral sex with strangers, I went out on my own three times without Bob knowing. None of the times did I go any further than what I did with Bob watching until I screwed up one time. I dropped Bob off at his office because his car was being worked on. I was dressed to flash and this software salesman that Bob had been avoiding obviously spotted me. To make a long story short he followed me and I don't know if he actually caught me in the act of my game but when he approached me and introduced himself, he hinted he knew what I was up to and asked how Bob would react. I was stupid and should have told him to fuck off but I didn't want any possibility of damaging my husband's trust with regards to all this new sexual adventures so I accepted his invitation for lunch and drinks. This lead to him testing how far I was willing to go to keep my secret. His hand went up my skirt and I moved away but when he said oh that is how it will be, I let him resume touching me. In no time he was fondling me. It ended up in a motel but I told him if he wanted to fuck me, he would have to promise this was a one time thing. Surprisingly he didn't try anything anytime later.

Damn I can't believe I confessed this to a complete stranger but maybe that is why I did. This anonymity is freeing.

Thank you for replying,

Susan

Trent Williams, smiled as he read the naive woman's reply. He once again picked up the printed out picture of her naked as well as the copy of her driver's license. He opened the file cabinet behind him and took out a folder containing print outs of her previous online reports. He added the new e-mails, stapled her picture to the front and marked the file as "Working Potential". "So much for anonymity, slut." He said to himself as he recorded everything from Susan Banks drivers licenses. Finally he returned to his computer and began to think up an ordeal that would fit within her and her husband's limitations.

His first reply was to Bob.

7:26 PM

To: Bbanks

From: Strict Master

Bob,

As you should be aware, your wife gave me your e-mail address along with her request for me to construct an ordeal for an upcoming party at your neighbor's house. I assume being a barbecue it will be out back and your wife mentioned it is right next door. If you can, please tell me how excited, how humiliate, and how strenuous you desired this to be for her. Along with this, if you can supply me with copied of pictures of where the main party would be held in relationship to your own back yard.

Also do you have or can you get some of these items? {Trent's note went on to list various items.}

Finally, this may seem odd to request but if everything goes as I plan, this becomes a key element in both distracting you and making things just right. Tell me, someone, a coworker, an aggravating friend or better yet a sale's person you have avoided and would not like to really spend time with at this party like an annoying insurance salesman or like in those commercials with that annoying software's salesman.

Reply fairly quickly as I need time to set this up and we only have 5 days.

Strict Master

Trent didn't want to be too obvious but then the idea of the commercials with a pesky software salesman just struck him. Trent also knew from past experiences, if you create a situation where time is short, you often force predictable and hasty reactions. Such was the case as Bob replied as hopes.

8:23 AM

To: Strict Master

From: Bbanks

Dear Strict Master,

I am behind my wife's aspiration to submit to your commands and have told her I would assist where required. Attached are photos taken from different angles from our yard into the neighbor's yard and back deck. It is estimated there will be approximately 30-35 people there.

Susan can't do anything half way so as to your question how excited do I want her to be? Extremely. How humiliated, as much as possible but as our limit stated, none of our neighbors must totally know what is happening. Sure they can suspect but we have to live here. How strenuous, as I said, Susan doesn't do anything half way.

It's ironic, you mentioned those commercials about annoying software salesmen. There is one guy who has been taking me out for lunches, and drinks you name it but doesn't get the idea we are not ready for his stuff yet. I haven't seen him in a while but we'll see. His name is Larry Parker.

Will await your reply.

Bob Banks

Perfect, Trent told himself. He replied to Bob first and in great detail told Bob exactly but not in total, everything he had planned. When Bob understood the scenario he also thought he completely understood why he had to invite Larry Parker as his guest to the barbecue. Needless to say Larry was happy to accept Bob's invitation to the party. He wondered how Bob's sexy wife would react about him being there considering the very last time he had seen her, she was laying naked on a motel bed.

Next Trent wrote back to Susan and told her she had one more assignment to do. She was to sit down and write a note word for word as quoted and seal it in an envelope and place it under their front door mat.

Trent sent Bob one last set of instructions after confirming he had arraigned and set up everything as he directed. Bob agreed to follow them.

Saturday at three found Susan getting ready for the party. She had very little idea what was in store for her and sure as hell didn't know why she'd been pretending she was getting sick. She learn when Bob came in from the garage. "Ok, Slutty Sue are you ready for your internet master's ordeal?" Sue nodded but wasn't sure what she was agreeing to.

Bob, lead his wife into their backyard. Sue could see the tables and things set up at the neighbor's house. Then she saw something odd on their side of the fence between the properties. It was a piece of plywood approximately 6 ft wide, 8 feet high with 2-2ft side pieces on each side coming forward.. At first glance it reminded Sue of a small bus stop shelter but without the roof. "What the heck is this?" she asked.

"Oh, you'll see." Bob said with a devilish grin.

"Ok take that top and those shorts off." Bob ordered. Susan started to protest when he reminded her she wasn't following his orders but those of her online master and she sure wouldn't want him to tell him how reluctant she was with her first test. Susan stared at Bob before realizing he was serious. She looked around the flimsy canopy set up. It was directly in line with the Daniel's back porch. In a little while, there would be dozens of neighbors and other people she knew all too well right there. "Come on Suzy Slut." Bob said in a low voice in case either of the Daniels were out setting things up. Slowly she removed her top freeing her braless tits. In spite of the many previous ordeals Sue automatically covered her firm large breasts with her hands. Bob's look of impatience finally made her slide the shorts down her legs. Bob was pleased to discover his naughty wife wore no panties either.

"Now stand up here." He told her pointing to a small stool. Susan did as told but was extremely weary about being naked only a foot from her friend and neighbor's yard.

Bob, had ropes ready for her and in a few moments tightly tied her arms spread high and wide apart. Next Bob took one of her ankles and pulled them to the side but when he tied off the rope it was more than a bit slack. Bob proceeded to pound a stake under that foot taking time to check for proper height and location. When he proceeded to do the same with her other foot, Sue let out a grown as this caused her to hang from her wrists.

Her eyes widened when she saw him holding yet another pole but with what looked like a vibrator taped securely to the top. Bob worked the pole into the soft ground then commanded that she lift herself up on the two poles near her feet. Sue struggled as the stake tops hurt her feet as she attempted to hold all her weight up as long as possible. Sue's body shook as she felt her husband work the vibrator into her already wet cunt. She grunted as her legs were already straining and her feet were quickly getting sore from the narrow limited surface of her twin support poles. In a few moments she discovered when she could no longer stand the biting pain in her feet or straining legs that returning to a semi-slouch position hanging from her bond wrists now lowered her cunt to the hilt upon the vibrator. "Bob, no. I can't it's so deep and it hurts." She moan as she forced herself to frantically seek relief to her cunt by reaching out with her legs and re-supporting herself on the painful top of the poles. "Bob, Bob, honey. Please, I can't do this."

But Bob was busy hooking something up to the vibrator. Then stood in front of her spread-eagled wife. He pushed a button on what look like a small remote controller.

The extremely strong vibrator went wild within her. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Sue screamed as a wave of pleasure instantly was mixed with the pain she was feeling. "That is why Strict Master was very explicit about not gagging you. He said it would add to your torment to control your moaning and cries once the party starts and people are but a few feet behind you."

"Bob, Bob I know I asked for this but I don't think I can take this." She frantically pleaded. "Not like this." She pleaded quietly hoping no one but Bob could hear her.

As Bob began picking up some tools and ropes, they both heard their neighbor's welcoming the first of the afternoon's guests. "Oooh!" Susan was panting as she had to lower herself deeper once more upon the dormant vibrator pole. Bob began to walk to the house.

"Hey Bob. How's Susan feeling." She heard Janet ask from next door.

"She's all bound and stuffed up and can't seem to shake free of what is attaching her. She wanted you to know she will be there in spirit." Bob replied. "I'll be over in a little while. Got to change and do one more little chore."

Sue couldn't believe he was really going to let her suffer out there like this. It was diabolical. She couldn't moan or make a sound because of how close she was to everyone just a few feet behind her. The ropes wouldn't let her completely close her legs together to try and reach for the ground for support. On the other hand because the ankle restraints were so loose, they did nothing to help support her either. She would have to alter between hanging deep upon the pole and vibrator or spread her legs wide and teater upon the tortouous, pole tops. Neither was without it's own form of suffering.

Perspiration began to bead up and trickle down her cleavage. A fly began to bother her. Both was frustratingly tormenting in it's own right. Susan never felt so utterly helpless to do anything but endure. Then her torment went up several notches as the vibrator went on again. Bob was laughing as he watched his naked bound wife's body stiffen and arch up. Just beyond her 6 men and women casually chatted while she came ever close to her first climax.

When Bob was ready, he came back out in their yard. "I got to go honey." He now whispered because of the many people within a few feet of his sweat drenched wife. "That was wild to watch but Strict Master had one more torment for you to tolerate."

"Bob please, I can't take this." She pleaded softly.

"Ah, he said you would panic but this should keep your mind occupied a little." Bob held a couple of wicked looking metal clips with sharp teeth on them. From the ends hung very short chains and tiny bells. Bob spread one of the clips and let it bite her already aroused nipple. "Ahhh gawwdd!" she frantically fought from screaming like hell. Her legs writhed about as much as the ropes allowed them. This caused the bell to tinkle.

"You don't want to ring these too much or someone might look over here and discover Tinkle Slut." He said as he clipped her other nipple. Sue's head shot back as she tried to absorb the pain with all the control she could muster. Her eyes were closed shut and her head went back as she struggled to absorb ghastly pain each of the clips was delivering to her tits. By the time she calmed her self enough to finally lower her head and open her tear filled eyes, her husband was gone to join the party taking place behind her. The naked, spread, clipped and impaled woman panted as the full effect of her situation began to mount in her mind. Pain would be continuous and ever increasing whether it was the straining of her legs trying to hold herself up or the pain of the pole tops that her feet attempted to balance upon or the deep skewering of the vibrator pole or the wrenching of her arms when she hung by them and of course the horrible bite of the metal bell clips to her very sensitive nipples.

*** ***

An hour and a half had passed. Susan hung exhausted drenched in sweat and in her bonds. She had cum each of the four time that Bob had pushed the remote button which sent his wife more and more intense stimulation. By the fourth one, she was beginning to lose control. Her moaning became louder and her body's twitchings caused the bells to ring. Even the awareness that all this was happening and endangering her discovery added to her titillation. Susan looked down at her poor swollen clipped nipples. They throbbed as they fought to swell with arousal even while suffering the worse pain she thought she would ever feel. She also was aware her cunt was leaking her own juices. Never had she secreted so much love juice in her life. And never had she felt such long intense orgasms. What in hell was the matter with her? Here her body was wracked with pain and yet the pain and arousal was so intertwined that she was having difficulty determining which was which.

In time Susan was now going on her fourth hour spread out receiving pain and pleasure. She had never been tied for more than two hours at one time before and wondered if it was wise to have followed some unknown master's demands upon her. Surely Bob would come soon. Suddenly she heard the voices of Mr. Pine and Judy Daniels so clear they must have been less and a few feet on the other side of the fence. Sue tensed as she listened to Pamela's assistant principal talking to her neighbor. Susan had spoke often with him since Pamela had gotten into so much trouble over her 4 years in high school. All Susan could think of was what would he think, what would anyone think of her if they ever discovered her like this. Suddenly the vibrator came alive. It was such an unexpected shock considering how she was intently listening to and trying to keep from being heard by the two so close behind her. She bolded which tinkled the bells attached to her nipple clips. Bob left the vibrator on an extra long time this attack. She fought but could not avert her sore swollen cunt from going off again. Her body shuddered upon the vibrating staff within her. The tiny bells danced and announced her sluttiness.

"Did you head that?" Mr. Pine asked Judy.

Bob had switched off the vibrator but she was still climaxing.

"Ya. Sounds like a bell or something." Judy replied.

"I've been hearing it all night." Bob's voice stated. "Must be some pussy with a bell on her." He said as he cruelly pushed the button to start up the remote control of the vibrator once more and once more sending his sexually vanquished wife back to the peak of orgasm. "Anyone for a refill on your drinks?" Bob asked. "I'm buying with your money." He teased Judy.

By the time Susan settled down she was beginning to hang limp in her bonds in spite of the pain this caused her cunt. Her legs no long had the strength to reach out for and hold her up on the so called support poles. Despite the cool evening air, Susan's body was covered in a glistening sweat. Her own pussy juices freely ran down her legs and down the well coated pole topped with the vibrator. Susan wanted nothing more than to be free and soak in a warm bath. She knew she'd reflect on this ordeal for a long time and have many climaxes reminiscing about it but for now she was spent and couldn't imagine how she could stand any more abuse. But this was Strict Master's specialties. She expressed a desire to endure more than she or her husband could conjecture up and that was the ordeal he had planned for her to endure.

Bob checked his watch. One of his instructions was to inform Larry Parker that he would be leaving soon. Since Larry was only there for two things, hopefully to see Bob's sexy wife that he had blackmailed into going to a motel with him and maybe finally getting Bob to commit to a large software order. Either one would have been a big score for the weasel of a man. When he first came to the party and discovered Susan wasn't in attendance, he knew this was his primary reason for coming. Both his disappointment and a few too many martinis curtailed the later objective. So when Bob told him he was planning on leaving, Larry thanked Bob for inviting him. He asked to send his regards to his Susan, knowing damn well his inside joke would be repulsive to her. Larry left without even thanking the real hosts of the party and headed for his car.

As he headed out to the street where his car was parked, he remembered the strange message he got Friday at work about a golden opportunity and checking under Bob and Susan Bank's front doormat. He forgot about it until he made his way out to the front and spotted their house. It was stupid but what the hell.

Bob looked at his watch again. He was instructed to stay an hour and a half after the software sales man left. It didn't make any sense to Bob why Strict Master insisted he bring the jerk as his guest. Maybe it was just his sick joke at making Bob's evening a little tortuous too.

Turns out it was a two part assignment. The note in that sealed enveloped was hand written by Bob's spread eagled cum gushing slut wife. Bob had no idea there was a note inside and of course had no idea what it said. Susan didn't exactly know to whom she wrote what was instructed of her. Considering what she had to write, she was confident it was meant to spur Bob to finalize the ordeal with an experience she had never genuinely experienced but wrote often about when communicating with her online master.

The first surprise was Larry Parker's Son of a bitch if there wasn't an envelope under this doormat. The note was hand written. Susan was told exactly what to write but had no idea what it all meant but was sure it was to her husband.

Larry read the note for the second time:

Hey Stud,

By now I'm probably so fucken horny that only you can finish me off but I want it hard. I owe you big time from our last fucking and need some extra spice. You have to take me. You have to make me beg for it before you earn me. Are you up for it, stud?

On the side of the house in the storage box you will find the tools you will need to break a bitch like me. I plan on fighting you so you have to take me. Want to play, stud? You have an hour alone with me to see who wins.

Waiting for you out back,

Susan

Of course Susan would have never written the note if she had the slightest idea it wasn't for Bob and sure as hell not if she knew that lowlife Larry Parker would be involved. Bob, who had been completely obvious to his wife's first encounter with the man, could never have guessed the breast whip, lead fish weights, additional clips and ball gag were for the salesman he could barely stand to deal with let alone give him such instruments to used on his helpless wife.

If it was anybody other than that sexy bitch Susan Banks, Larry might have laughed the prank off. But he did catch the bitch once before being outrageous and her figured she obviously she didn't want old Bobby to know her kinky games. After all it was important enough to fuck him for his silence. Maybe he should check this out.

When Larry open the storage box he was shocked to see a whip with 9 leather straps and the other items. It was the rubber ball gag that lit up his face. "Alright." He said to himself as he began to search for the kinky bitch.

If it weren't for the fact Susan couldn't scream, protest or even whisper without being heard by those attending the party right next door, she would have told this fucker to get the hell away. Not that a naked spread eagled woman could do much other than protest. Just then, Bob who was still playing the game he thought was on, pushed the remote button again. Larry was close enough to hear the vibrator buzzing within her cunt. He watched her face change from anger and fear to absolute sexual loss of control of her body. Her mouth open and only a soft moan escaped. He observed how her muscles tightened as she pulled on the cords holding her wide open. Her eyes closed and her sexy mouth opened in a sort of silent scream. Larry grin while he watching her body quaked as she climaxed before him. And as it did he heard the tiny bells chime. "So that was the source of the sound everyone was hearing now and then." He told himself. "This kinky slut has been out here fucking herself all evening." Larry looked down at the pole and vibrator that entered into her red, very swollen cunt. He noticed how her fluids just ran down the pole.

By the time Susan open her eyes, Larry was right up to her. "Please go." She whispered her embarrassing plead.

"I don't think so." He replied as he quickly shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. "So you want me to take you? You own me big time, you say here."

Susan' eyes widened as she saw him holding the note. And much of what was written by her came back to her. She shook her head no. Frantically she shook her head no but as Larry figured that was what her game was all about. To fight him. Make her submit.

First Larry disconnected the bells from her nipple clamps. She was hoping he was going to take them off. The clamps delivered a burning sensation from the bite of the metal teeth to her sensitive nipples and deep into her breast. But instead of easing her pain, he took a handful of the lead weights so thoughtfully provided him. His deliberate and diabolical method of adding the weights made her moan into the efficient gag. He attached a couple of 8 inch chains to the nipples clips. Then he picked up a weight and attached it to one or the other end of the chain and let it drop. The jerk to the nipple was like a tremendous jolting shock of electricity. Susan's head flung back as she bucked with each drop. One by one her sadistically added all the weights to each chain. Each new snapping jerk became more and more brutal until she had 6 one half ounce weights dragging her tits and nipples downward. Susan had tears in her eyes as she tried to regain control of herself after the terrible pain she just experienced.

"Still want to be obstinate with me?" he asked licking away her tears. As he looked into her terror stricken eyes, her expression immediately changed. Her body began to temblor again. Larry looked down at the poll and vibrator going off within her. He snickered and said something about her cunt overruling her pain center or maybe that is why she invited him here tonight. Susan heard him but had no facilities to even respond if she could pull herself out of the intense orgasm. The vibrator stopped but the slut on a stick continued to hump it even though it made her weighted nipples and tits bounce and add to their torture.

Susan hated the fact she was so blatantly wanton in front of him but tied completely spread and exposed as she was and that maddening vibrator impaling her, she knew the shame and humiliation was just adding to her stimulation. Any thought of morality was playing way down the list of sensations behind the titillation of the climaxes, the feeling of pain and the sheer humiliation of it all.

"Ok you had your fun now time for mine." Larry said as he picked up another clips identical to those tearing at her nipples. Susan couldn't imagine feeling another one there. It wasn't to be. Without fanfare or any of the pervious tormenting, he simply clips the beast to her clit. Susan's reaction was that of a wild woman as she bucked furiously but the ropes held firm. "Oh no you don't." Larry said slapping her face as he saw she was about to pass out from this.

Tears were now streaming from Susan's eyes. Drool seep from around the ball gag which she was biting down so hard upon that she nearly crushed it to half it's normal size. Larry stood back and reveled in his power over this hunk of sexual sluttiness. "You want me to take that off your slut knob?" Susan pleaded yes with her eyes and nodded frantically. "Fine. I'll take it off if you let me fuck your ass." Sue quickly agreed.

He had her where he wanted her, he thought. But the bitch deserved to pay for shunning him. "I'll fuck your ass after I use this on your tits." He said holding up the multiply strap whip. To Susan nothing could hurt worse than the clip tearing at her sensitive love button. She nodded yes again. But Larry enjoyed this too much. "What do you say to 3 on each tit?" Sue agreed. "No lets make it 6." Without hesitation she consented. Larry began to reach between her legs then stopped. "What do you say to an even dozen on each tit." Susan was beginning to consider what he was suggesting yet she couldn't take the terrible clip on her most sensitive of she places. The pain racked woman once again moaned loudly and shook her head yes. Finally he removed the horrible clip and picked up the whip. Susan began to cry even before the first of two dozen lashes began thrashing her tits. By the forth lash she knew she never felt suck pain except perhaps that damn clip on her clit. This was a different kind of pain. It stung then burned its way through her ample breasts. It made her recoil with such force that she was sure the party guest on the other side of the fence would hear her moaning if not the slapping of the leather on her flesh.

The next two delivered a slightly different message through her body. Although every bit as painful the bite of the leather thongs and maybe even more so because of the fact her tits were already burning with pain, she began to feel her cunt react too. It was impossible to think or focus on her bizarre reaction as she panted in wait for the next blow but it was happening. Her cunt tightened on the inactive vibrator within her and she involuntarily began to hump it once more.

The next two lashes did it. She exploded into the strongest climax of the evening. She was a wild animal thrashing her body and whipping her head about as she rode out the wild orgasm. She was completely unaware her tits received the balance of their punishment during her climax.

Larry quickly untied her. She had no strength to fight or resist. He placed her on the ground and fucked her ass. She couldn't care the least who was fucking her. How her body ached or if anyone would have seen them.

The bastard just left her lying in the grass when he was done with her. He got what he wanted from the kinky slut. He'd never felt such power over a woman and it was twice as enjoyable since this woman disdained him. "Who's high and mighty now, cunt." he said to himself looking back at the naked woman lying in the grass. "My cum is in your fucken ass." It wasn't until he was half way home that he wondered if Bob Banks knew about his wife's invitation to him. Or for that matter the first time in the motel. Why out of the blue did Bob Banks invite him to his neighbor's cookout if he wasn't part of it? But then again if he didn't know it would be even better for him because the slut would have something to hide.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Chapter 5 A

You Bastard! How can I serve you next?

Bob was more than a little shocked not to find his wife still hanging where he had left her hours before. By the time he found her she had already gotten on line to tell that bastard Strict Master what she thought of him and his trick with Bob's salesman guy. Their chat was brief and instead of sounding the least bit remorseful Strict Master ordered her to send him a full report by the next day at the same time or else not to bother contacting him again.

Susan's only reply was "fuck you", then she quickly signed off. She couldn't believe the arrogance of this fucker. But even while she soaked her terribly battered sore body in the tub her demeanor was already beginning to change. She fought her own concession that it was the most intense night of arousal, multiple orgasms and excitement she had ever experienced. She'd been deceived and put into terrible risk besides the fact exposing this kinky side of herself to a scumbag like Larry Parker.

So why was she playing with herself instead of getting more angry with Strict Master? "Fuck him." She said out loud to herself. The pompous ass can sit by his computer and get himself some other stupid woman to play with. She had Bob. And Bob supported their games. She didn't need this guy.

Bob's drunk snoring had waken Sue for the second time. She laid there once again replaying her 7 hour ordeal while no longer pretending she hated it. Maybe, just maybe she'll write her master but she won't let him have such a free hand with her next time. Susan got up and wrote a 6 page report detailing her feelings, her fears, her reasons, her dislikes and her pleasures. Then as she proof read it, she realized, her pleasure list was 3 times the length of her dislikes. It was her candid reaction but it still angered her that some unknown bastard would snicker at her honesty.

Maybe, just maybe she'll let him have control over her next ordeal but she'll make her feelings be known first.

A day later, Susan got a reply from Strict Master. He told her there would be no concessions, no bargaining and no limitations or she can just sign off. And he told her in her next reply she better beg for forgiveness for acting like a bitch with her earlier attitude.

Susan was enraged but when she considered her options, she wrote back. She agreed to his next ordeal but in her mind she figured, maybe, just maybe she'll …… oh hell she wanted to feel the excitement she got from submitting to this unknown master.

After accepting her regrets, he made her answer many more personal questions ranging from her home phone number, address and where Bob worked to how many days vacation he had coming. Sue didn't feel comfortable giving out such information to a stranger but anytime she hesitated with a response he threatened to sign off and she replied instantly. Then finally he told her she would have another ordeal the following Saturday night and to tell Bob to expect instructions from him.

Trent sat back in his chair after signing off. He added all the information he'd accumulated on Susan Banks. Ever since he stumbled into this line of work, if you can call it that, he was very careful, very meticulous and took his time before striking.

He began developing and sending off Sue's husband's instructions for his wife's next task. He decided to make it simple and yet more perilous. It was more of a test for them to see how far they would take risks.

Saturday night finally arrived. Bob and Sue had another great week of sex. They both had fantasized and thought often about what was to come. Bob found himself horny as hell and his wife was willing and ready to fuck him anyway he wanted it as often as he wanted it.

"Damn Bob. I'm fucking dripping thinking about tonight. Can't you give me a little hint?" Sue cooed.

"You know Strict Master has sworn me to secrecy. Besides isn't it a hell of a lot wilder not knowing what you will endure?"

Sue asked Bob how she was suppose to dress for the night. He told her it really didn't matter considering she wouldn't be wearing it very long. Sue licked her lips in anticipation. "But you are to wear these." he told her showing her a brand new pair of heels. When Sue took the box she noticed they were far more than heels, the were pencil stilettos point heels with an added features. First they had tiny locks that once locked, the ankle straps and therefore the stilettos were secured on her. Secondly they had a feature not so unlike those in kid's sneakers. With each step a red LED lit up for a few seconds on the back of the shoes. But not just a simple flashing light like the gym shoes but rather small lettering that spelled out FUCK ME. Sue tried on the shoes and practiced walking in the incredibly high 6 inch heels. Sue was very unsteady as the ultra thin heel did little to balance her feet. She soon realize she had to essentially walk almost on tip toes and utilizing the heel as nothing more than a quick point to steady each step before taking the next. The arch of her foot and the strain on her calves would be a torture of their own. It was extremely difficult but not impossible to do. As she practiced, Sue made out the words as she passed in front of the mirror and noted they stayed on for about 5 seconds apiece. Basically in a normal stride they would be on all the time until she stopped and didn't move. In front of the mirror it didn't seem too long but once outside and possibly being seen by somebody it would be hell. "I hope I don't have to walk very far in these." She commented to Bob.

"Why you don't like the advertisement?"

"Well that, and look at these fuckers. I'm basically teetering in the balls of my feet and these pencil thin heels. These aren't designed for anything more than posing in." Sue sat down as the short trial already made her calves and feet hurt.

Bob laughed. "But they make your ass sway so seductively and think how your tits will giggle walking in them."

Sue's mind began to go crazy as she tried to imagine where and what she'd be doing in these ridicules heels and probably naked.

Since Bob told her it wouldn't matter what she wore, Sue simply put on a t-shirt and pair of shorts to go along with her FUCK ME heels. She had to laugh to herself. As if men didn't already get the idea about a woman in red pencil high heels as fuck me shoes. She figured they would be trolling for the dumber, slower members of the species when now days when you have it spelled out for them.

They drove to a popular teenage make out spot in a forest preserve some 15 miles from their home town. Neither Bob nor Sue were brought up in Summerville area so they honestly couldn't vouch for the tales about the preserves but if you believe half of everything you heard about it, on any given weekend night there were as many as 50 couples going at it sometime or somewhere throughout the woods. However that was about 5 years ago. As of late there had been many of both vagrants and illegal aliens who made the preserves their nightly hangout. Sue began to legitimately worry. Bob mentioned she wouldn't be wearing her clothes very long and she'd heard accounts of women joggers being hassled in this area. What could she expect?

Bob was told not to respond to any of her concerns or discussions about the situation. Strict Master and Bob both discussed not only the possibilities but probabilities of Sue's encounters. Bob figured, she'd already given blowjobs to more than a dozen strangers during earlier games, fucked another dozen while swinging and bar slutting. If or really when it happen tonight, Bob figured she'd be so horny by the time it came about that she'd probably be the one who ran down some homeless guy or whomever. Strict Master's chats with Bob pretty much gave him solace that there are pretty much flat out horny slutty women in this world and his wife was one of them. At least this way he provided and somewhat controlled her fulfillment for her lust and enjoy the benefits like this week's wild fuckings. The alternative for a wanton woman like his wife was that she'd find it on her own. Bob wasn't totally convinced about everything Strict Master told him but he knew from the beginning being married to such a hot and much younger woman would have it's problems but the benefits outweighed the problems.

As for Sue, she did have wild cravings but not uncontrolled like Strict Master told Bob. If anything, she was intimidated by a lot of this but felt she was doing it for her husband. She couldn't believe how easily he allowed, even encouraged strangers to use and even abuse her. It was more than a bit unsettling how far he pushed the boundary of the games that initially were planned to be perilous but limited to cunt wrenching and her wantonly vulnerable to just about anyone who wanted such a slut. Still she had never seen him so horny and wild than when the restarted these games.

Bob took out a small bag from the back seat as they got out in the forest preserve's parking lot. In the dark the FUCK ME lettering was bright and clear. It made her shiver all the more. Bob guided her down the path. She couldn't walk very fast in the precarious heels and the path wasn't all that level. "Dang, Bob, how much further. These fucken stilettos aren't hiking boots, you know."

"Hey just doing what I was told by your," he stressed the word your, "master's orders." He pulled out a piece of paper. "Says there's a covered lookout point about a half mile down here. That is where the fun begins."

"A half mile." She barked. "Feels like I already walked 3 miles."

Sue felt her heart beginning to pound. It was very dark and scary along the path. "Bob." She whispered not wanting to draw more attention to them than the FUCK ME signs already might be doing. "How the hell does some guy who's suppose to live a couple of thousand miles away know anything about this park?"

Bob stopped and looked worried then smiled. "The internet. They list all state and county parks and even have maps of their setups. Some of the questions he asked me early on was what parks were around here. He must have looked it up." They continued to walk with their slow steady pace. The further they went the harder Bob's dick was getting knowing his wife would be walking back alone, naked and cuffed. What he didn't know was anything else this Strict Master guy had planned for her because he followed his wishes for him not to read the last note he sent until they arrived at the lookout pint and Susan was restrained.

"Shish!" Susan stopped. "Did you hear something?" she whispered? Bob listened and then said it was probably an animal. "What kind of animals are out here?" she asked.

"You know, mostly squirrels, rabbits and big bad wolves." He cracked. "Pussy eating wolves with big cocks for horny sluts."

They stood silent for a little longer before walking again. Then Sue put out her arm and stopped him again. "That was a voice."

"Could be sweetie. Some teens still use this area to get a piece of ass and I've heard it's a bums paradise during the summer."

"Bob, lets forget this, ok?" she said. "You and I both know I enjoy danger but this is creepy."

It was the first time Bob showed frustration for his wife's cowering After all he went through and bought everything Strict Master told him to buy. He gave up a trip to Boston that was fairly important to the office and he was horny. "It's up to you baby. It's all about you but I can tell you if you tell your online master you chicken out I doubt he'll want to work with you any longer." She saw how disappointed he looked at her. After all this whole thing was her cravings. "Look there's the lookout shack."

Susan was visibly panting as she looked toward the shed and back out into the dark wooded area. "No, I want this." She whispered. After all what can happen that I haven't experienced before?

Bob asked her a couple of times if she was really sure. Yes he would be a little upset but couldn't begin to imagine how she felt as the victim of this game. "Ya, I'm sure. I'm so fucken wet between my legs that I have to admit it's the danger that's an aphrodisiac for me." They walked the last 20 yards to the shed. Both looked out from the point. It was a great view but only one of them could really appreciate it considering why they truly were there.

"Ok, you ready?" he said facing his sexy young wife. "Sue. Susan are you sure you want to go through with this. I mean I know some of what is to come but I don't even know everything and I don't want you doing anything that…. "

Sue shut him up with a kiss. "I honestly hate to say this, honey but I not only want to do this but have to. I've been so horny all week thinking about all of this and if I chicken out now it would ruin anything in the future. I like the idea of feeling I can't refuse. It makes me so fucken horny to be submissive."

Bob pretended to look shocked. He kissed her and romantically whispered, "Strip Suzie slut."

This was it. The countdown to the blast off. Sue knew if she hesitated Bob might not completely follow the planned out orders Strict Master had sent him and she wanted, or thought she wanted, was pretty sure she wanted whatever was planned for her. She pulled off the t-shirt. Her bountiful tits sprang out playfully. Sue felt her nipples harden even more in the cool night air. She winked at her husband in a fake show of confidence as she wiggled out of the shorts she wore. The she didn't bother with underwear therefore she was left with the locked on heels, even though inwardly she was apprehensive. Sue forced herself to stand erect and proud without instinctively covering herself in the openness. Bob took out a pair of handcuffs and locked them on her wrists surprisingly in front of her. Next out of the bag he took a wide leather collar. Her placed the collar on her neck and told her to raise her hands and place them behind her neck. The lock behind her neck not only locked the collar but now trapped her cuffed wrists up and behind her head. Sue realized immediately how this impelled her to thrust her tits outward almost as if she was flaunting them and tempting anyone to touch them. Bob could not help but cup one of her tits and suck the nipple. Susan gasped with wanton desire and was about to beg him to fuck her before they began when suddenly they both heard voices as well as approaching footsteps.

"Bob." She whispered in a panic. Her husband helped her couch down as he moved her out of the shelter and behind some thick brush to the left of the lookout point. Without warning he crawled back into the open side of the hut and retrieved the bag of toys and instruction envelopes he'd been carrying. He just made it back when they spotted 4 teenage guys carrying what looked like a 12 pack of beer. Bob helped Susan move deeper into the brush cover when it became evident they were heading for the shack they had just escaped from. "Honey my clothes." Susan whispered. Bob poked his head up. There would be no way of getting back to the shelter again without being seen. Susan's clothes were in the corner of the bench. Maybe they wouldn't notice them.

"Unlock my wrists so I can move better." She asked in a much quieter hushed tone.

Bob noticed being naked with her wrists locked behind her neck, the bushes that surrounded them were hiding them well but the branches and sharp were also stabbing at her tits, thighs and ass. There was nothing he could do for her. The teens were approaching the lookout shelter and trying to open the paper bag would make too much noise. Bob just shook his head. They both held their breath and tried not to move.

"What the fuck, man. What are we doing here. You know we'll get caught drinking out in the open here."

"Just be cool. The preserve is still closed for repairs, ok. There aren't any rangers around to fuck things up. That's why those fucken bums back down the path laid out so close to the path. They know no ones suppose to be here."

"Hey look at this, some bitch's shorts and top. Bet she got fucked here." The kid said twirling the yellow shorts around.

"Give me another beer will ya. And forget the shorts. If there was a bitch in them now, we'd all want to shove out dicks up her ass but I'm not into sniffing women's clothing."

The guy with the clothing brought the crotch of the shorts to his nose. "Hey I think these have just been left here. I can smell the bitch's cunt."

The other guy who asked for the beer grabbed the shorts and top out of his buddy's hand and threw them over the edge of the lookout bluff. "Beer, now." He shouted. The others laughed. An empty can landed just behind were Bob was hiding. They both thought for a second they'd been seen. Susan, kneeling helplessly naked with her chest prominently presented was panting softly but the rise and fall of her chest in such a precarious situation was turning her husband on so much that he began to stroke his cock though his pants. As for Susan she felt the same sexual tingle she tried to deny the night Bob's salesman associate found her spread eagle and abused her so awesomely.

"Come on, guys. Lets get out of here. I know a spot along the lagoon that is perfect where we can finish off the beer and light up some of this shit without any worries."

The guy who threw the t-shirt and shorts over the side asked, "Don't you want to climb down there and get your cunt sniff rag, George?"

"Fuck you but if they find a cunt's body somewhere with your DNA on her clothes, it would serve you right."

"Get the fuck going. You've been watching too much CSI."

This was too much for Bob. He began to cum in his pants as the guys walked down the path away from the lookout shack. "That was fucken fantastic." he groaned as he shooting his load. Sue looked at him in frustration. She really wanted him to fuck her but he already came. "Now I kind of understand why this is so exciting to you." He told her as he stood up.

"Oh sure. You're there jerking yourself off while I'm butt ass naked with my wrists cuffed and tits out."

"Hey we each got our roles, honey."

Bob helped Sue out from behind the bushes with only a few added scratches and pricks to her tits and legs. "I think we better wait a little while so you don't happen to stumble on those guys down the way."

"What do you mean down the way." She asked.

"Opps, almost gave away the next stage."

"Bob, if we're going to wait around before starting, can you unlock my wrists? My arms are getting tired up like this." Bob's mischievous grin kind of told her the answer. He told her he liked her like that and she would remain so since as far as he was concern the ordeal began once her wrists were locked. Sue sat down on the bench. She was surprised how easily she was submitting to this insanity even though they nearly got caught.

"Good news, honey."

"What?"

Bob was leaning over the low wall facing out over the bluff. "You won't have to worry about washing those shorts and top. They're stuck hanging from a tree down there. You didn't happen to bring a change of clothes with you to ride home in did you?

"Listen, if I go through this, you'll give me your shirt to wear. It's the least you can do since you won't unlock my wrists."

Bob and Sue sat there for about 10 minutes to make sure it would be somewhat safe to begin. Sue's nipples were stiff and aching from their exposure and the cool night air. Bob loved it. "I think it's time, don't you?"

Even more so than before Sue was nervous about what she knew she wanted to do. "You realize Bob, there is a good chance if I'm spotted, I might be raped."

Bob played the supportive liberal sexual partner but he hid most of his true feelings about his wife's appetite for this type of risky stimulation. He admitted to himself a while back that he loved seeing his young ravishing wife helplessly bound. Her body was created to be flaunted and tormented but he had never really told her how he felt about her performing sexual acts with other men. Oh it was a turn on and it made him horny like it would for most men but this was his wife and to see her experience an orgasm, receive heighten sexual pleasure and have another man inside her bothered Bob a lot. But he felt for her sake he could deal with it and even acted as if he was oblivious to this aspect of the games.

"Nonsense." He smacked her on her ass. "Restrained like that, flaunting your tits, flashing your fuck me signs and the rest of your master's accessories, it would never be considered rape. You'd just be seen as a wanton slut getting what she wants."

Sue began feeling the trickle of her juices once again escape her aroused turgid pussy. If her husband would have said something like he just said at any other time she would have slapped him as hard as she could but she couldn't because her wrists were secured behind her neck and she was naked and restrained because she asked for this and wanted it more than ever now. In all honesty she didn't want to be raped or have any kind of sex with strangers again. She really didn't even want to be seen like this by anyone other than her husband. It would have be enough if she could get through the night almost, just almost being caught, like they just experience in the bushes. It would be enough for her. It was the titillation of both danger and vulnerability that turn her on so much but to feel the thrill she was getting, it had to be real. The danger and risk had to be genuine.

Sue wished there was a way to set limits to how far the games would go. But she knew they were way past the limits she was think of. If only her husband didn't enjoy hearing about how some guy came in her mouth, treated her like shit or fucked her hard and called her a slut. Sue realized way back when they first started she should have set limits to how far she was willing to go with others. She just wanted to flirt and even tease to the point of being groped, maybe. But their very first try she was forced to suck all the men in the bar and she was surprised when Bob enjoyed this so much. Yes the thrill set her off a lot but in spite the inevitable climaxes she experienced when being fucked by another man, it made her feel very dirty. No it made her feel like she really was a slut. Suzie Slut as Bob called her. Yet she was resolved to endure the humiliation and depravity of the game for her husband.

True communication between a man and his wife is one of the most lacking aspect in today's marriages. Assuming the other's feelings can be the number one reason for choosing the wrong road to go down in a relationship. Strict Master, Trent Williams totally understood this aspect of Sue and Bob's relationship and made sure they didn't. While writing Susan, he often told her as a submissive you should suffer silently for your lover. To Bob, he reassured him that what he was doing for his wife was the ultimate sacrifice of love. He often reminded him of his wife's longings. Trent knew when to pull the string on his puppets and get them to do what he wanted.

"What do you mean other accessories?" she asked.

"Well lets see what your master had me buy for you." Bob open the bag and took out a box. When he opened it, there were two silver balls. "You've heard of Ben-wah balls haven't you?" Sue had heard of them but wasn't sure what it was other than some sore of a sexual aid. Bob knelt down before her. "I'm going to insert these in your dripping cunt. You'll have to clench your muscles a bit to hold them in your well lubes cunt." He parted her lips and Sue let out a low moan from his touch there. The first ball popped in and she let out a gasp. "One and…… two. There you go." As the balls touched she instantly remembered what she heard about the Ben-wah balls. It was going to be torturous having that kind of stimulation without relief. "How does that feel?" he asked. Sue told him like she needed a cock soon. "Be careful what you wish for there are probably a lot of cocks out there and you can't fend them off." Sue let out another moan as he played both physically and mentally with her now.

Next Bob took out a rather strange item. It had straps that looked like they were attached to a ring. Bob told her to open her mouth. Sue obeyed but didn't like this idea. In a few moments it was buckled on and her mouth was forced to remain wide open. "Ok, I'm suppose to open the envelope I put instruction #1 in." Bob ripped it open and took out a print out he was told not to read until now. "I'll just read it. Ok, if Bob if you have followed all my directions up to now and Susan is a true submissive slut, she should be kneeling naked." Bob stopped and pointed to the ground. It was stupid but Sue obliged and knelt down before him before Bob went back to reading the paper. "with her tits begging to be sucked or whipped, it really doesn't matter with a slut. Her cunt vibrating with every move and her mouth in the customary, if the other holes are being fucked stick your cock in here, position. There is just the three remaining items to place upon her slutty body but finish reading this so both of you know your assignments. You have walked approximately a half mile but this is just the start. Bob you will leave the slut alone to think about what she will have to do and what can easily be done to her. I'll beg your slut wife has a puddle from her slut cunt right now." Bob looked down between Sue's legs. She did have a puddle but her cunt was glistening with wetness for sure. He continued to read, "You will take envelope #2 and go approximately another ¼ mile down the path. The map says there are restrooms there. Place the envelope somewhere where she'll have to work to get it and return to your slut of a wife. Once you get back tell her were she can find the envelope. It has the key to the lock securing your wrists up behind your neck. With her hands just handcuffed in front of her, it will be easier to make it all the way back to where you parked the car and your ragging hard on, I'm sure. Oh, before I forget. Bob when you do return and tell her where the envelope is, add the three remaining items to her so she'll have extra fun. Then go back to your car and drive to the nearest bar and have a beer so you are not tempted to double back and help her in anyway. Once at the bar open envelope #3 and read it. Enjoy both of you." Signed Strict Master.

Bob looked at his inviting kneeling wife. "What do you think?" he asked, to assure himself for the 10 th time that she really wanted this.

"I wish you didn't jerk yourself off so I could be fucked before I take off." She wanted to say but all that came out of her forced opened mouth was garble.

While Bob was gone to place the envelope, she really began to feel herself panic. This was nuts allowing herself to be so vulnerable and helpless. At least when she was tied in their yard she had some security that Bob was somewhere nearby. This ordeal was geared to almost guaranteed to be trouble. She began to pace but the balls within her immediately started their maddening vibrations. How was she ever going to be able to walk ¼ mile with these damn things doing this to her pussy. She made a mental note that once she got retrieved the key and could bring her hands down from behind her head, she was taking the sexual tortuous balls out of her. She wouldn't be able to deal with any additional stimulation's than she was experiencing just from being out there like she was.

Bob was somewhat out of breath when he returned. "The envelope your master sent me with the key to your limited freedom is sitting on the ground right under a light by the outhouse. I know he said make it difficult but I figured just being out in the open under a light like that was enough. Don't You?" Sue would have given him a kiss to show him she agreed but she couldn't with the damn ring gag locked in her mouth. "Besides you'll have this other stuff to contend with." Bob pulled out the 4 items from the bag. The first was the envelope with the note he was suppose to read at the bar. He placed it in his jacket pocket. He told her he figured, her walk down the hill the additional quarter of a mile, retrieving the key to unlock her wrists from behind her head and the return walk, now three quarters of a mile back to the parking lot would take her maybe an hour and a half to maybe even two hours to accomplish. He knew she would have difficulty walking in the stiletto heels not to mention the hindrance her forced flaunting of her body. Then of course, being a naked utterly vulnerable woman probably would mean she wouldn't just be strutting her stuff down the path. She might have to dash into the bushes to hide or at the least stop to listen if there was someone out there, like the Big Bad Wolf.

"Strict Master is diabolical you know." He said holding up the three remaining items. "These might hurt a little." Sue flinched as the clips she hated so much in the back yard were once again biting her nipples. She let out a gurgling moan. What she didn't notice was the two 6 inch plastic strips dangling from each of the nasty clips. Bob took the last item. It was one of those florescent green glowing necklaces kids buy at carnivals or fairs. Bob snapped the cord and attached it around her neck. It slowly began to brighten up. Then Bob flicked each of the strips hanging from her nipple clamps with his fingers. They too slowly began to glow. Bob kissed her and wished her good luck and left before he considered calling the whole thing off. He began to trot so as to disappear as quickly as possible.

Susan screamed his name but without the ability to even flex her mouth a little it just came out like, "Ouhhh. Ouhhh!"

How in the hell was she suppose to be able to sneak down to get the key when she looked like a FUCK ME Christmas tree?

Sue looked down. The damn lighted strips and necklace would not only be seen for some distance but it made it even easier for her nakedness to be seen. The only thing it did for her advantage was give off enough light so she could see the ground and the path better than simply in the dark. What the hell am I going to do now? she thought to herself. She can't just walk back to the parking area lit up and with her wrists locked behind her neck like they were. Even if she could manage the half mile walk so restrained, Bob would have left for the bar as instructed and where would she be but out in the open waiting for in like a slutty neon sign.

Her best bet was to get down to the envelope with the key. If she could make it without being caught, at least once she unlocked the handcuff link from her collar, she could use her hands to take the torturous clips and lights off her nipples and pull the lighted ring off her neck as well as remove the balls in her cunt.

Sue began to slowly walk. The vibrations started within her pussy. She'd forgotten about the Ben-wah balls. Her master was diabolical indeed. She was now forced to make herself endure it all.

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C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Chapter 5 B

You Bastard, How can I serve you next 2

Susan hadn't gone 50 yards down the path before the combination of the extreme arousal from her exposure, vulnerability, and bondage along with the painful strain on her calves and arched feet from teetering in the stiletto heels, the torture the clips were delivering to her nipples, and of course the constant excitement the vibration of the balls within her were giving her body. It all became too much for her cunt to handle. She had to cum and she had to cum now.

Sue maneuvered to the side of the path and found a young sapling she felt she could rub herself up against. Straddling her thighs around the young tree, she pushed forward , bending the 2 ½ inch trunk forward until it's resistance pushed up against her wet spread cunt in just the right place. Without the slightest thought about anything but to satisfy her needs, she humped the bent rough trunk uncontrollably.

Four feet off a public pathway, the wife of a respective manager, naked and completely exposed had three consecutive climaxes. One upon another they came. The dangling glow strips bouncing wildly as if saying look here, look here.

Susan was panting. Her body dripped sweat. Her forced open mouth allowed drool down her cheeks and over her breasts. If the climaxes weren't as great as they were, she would have felt much more depraved as she back off the small sapling. How in hell would she ever be able to go all the way down to the restrooms were the key to the lock holding her wrists to her collar was placed? She felt it was too much and too far but the plan left her with no alternatives but to continue and to endure.

With each step she felt the overwhelming sensation of just how vulnerable she was. A woman alone in a supposedly closed park was bad enough. A woman alone and naked was insane. A woman alone, naked and utterly secured in a way that didn't just offer her body, her mouth and fuck holes for use but invited abuse. Susan sighed as she wobbly took another step. She allowed herself to freely get into this and obviously her husband was all for it too. He left her like this knowing the additions of the glow strips and necklace and flashing FUCK ME heels would surely attract anyone around.

Damn her feet and calves were hurting in the heels. Her arms ached from being held up high in such an awkward position for so lone of time. Indeed they were discomforting but in reality not all that bad. If anything she was trying to fool herself by focusing on the discomforts and desperately trying to ignore another building climax. She tried to move along quicker. The sooner she could unlock her wrists from behind her neck the sooner she could remove the biting clips and frustrating shuddering balls within her.

Attempting to walk too aggressively in the towering heels was a mistake. She began to stumble. Sue first staggered forward, she held herself up for another three wobbly steps before she lost it. She fell face first. Actually tits first the way she was secured. The fall made the metal clips tear at her nipples. She cried out in pain as they stabbed her breasts. She waited to catch her breath before trying to move. But when she finally began to inch forward to get up, she felt all the tiny stones poking not only into her breasts but her whole body. She couldn't believe it but she felt her pussy inadvertently clinching the balls which finally sent her over the top again. As her climax built Susan was aware she was now deliberately inducing additional tortures to herself to heighten the shuddering between her legs. Grunting once again through yet another climax she ground her tits and cunt upon the biting stones. For a full 3 minutes she bucked out the magnificent orgasm.

Once back on her feet she reflected at how bizarre she and her body was reacting to all this. She wondered if anybody was as depraved as she felt she was right now.

Sue started once more down the path but with shorter and more careful steps.

Between stopping to fulfill her uncontrolled needs and pausing to listen for sounds of the night. It took her 45 minutes to reach the clearing where the parks restrooms were located. Stepping out into the clearing gave her an even stronger sense of insecurity but once she approached the well lit area of the building it raised her exposure awareness to a completely different level.

Susan carefully quickened her pace. Her tits bouncing wildly. Her hot cunt dripping from previous cums. But she made it alongside the building and in a few minutes spotted the envelope left by her husband in front of one of the washroom doors. Immediately she determined how difficult it was going to be to pick it up the way she was bound. Susan carefully tried to judged the distance she would need before she carefully squatted and then flopped down on her bare ass. With one more glance over her shoulder she laid back. Sue judged it perfectly as her cuffed hands found the envelope. She struggled to rip open the envelope to finally get at the key.

She excitedly worked the key around until she got it in the lock's hole but before she could maneuver her fingers around to unlock it, she heard the laughter and unmistakable voices of the teens they had run into earlier. Not wanting to lose the key nor waste anytime struggling with the lock, she forced herself up and peered around the building. Sure enough, the four teens were approaching the building from the opposite side she was standing.

"Fuck you, I'm just going to stop at the washroom, man. You got a problem with that.?"

"Hey fuck head, there's a whole fucken forest with trees. Piss like a bear."

"I got to take a shit ok?"

"More information than I wanted to know."

Susan looked up. She was in front of the men's door. Immediately she began to back way from the corner where they would be coming. The damn glow sticks and necklace seemed brighter than ever on her. She listened and finally moved around the building as they came about the opposite corner. Carefully and as quietly as she could, she made her way into the doorway of the women's restroom on the opposite side of the building. Thank goodness, she thought, she didn't have those bells from the back yard on her nipples.

"Damn it's locked. Let me check the women's restroom."

Susan nearly peed right there. She had to move immediately and had to guess which way around the building they would come. If she was wrong she would run right into them. She immediately guessed they wouldn't go the long way around. Susan barely made it around the corner before they came around. It was becoming difficult for her to breath as she began to panic.

"It's fucken locked too. Come on. I want to get some more shit to smoke. If you want to shit you can do it behind a tree and use some Kleenex I got in my car."

Susan couldn't believe it. They were leaving. She watched them heading up the path she just came from. She was lucky once more that they never saw her eerie glowing body. She began trying to work the key in the lock to finally free her wrists from the neck collar.

- -

Meanwhile in a bar some 3 miles from the forest preserve entrance, Bob had finished his second beer and decided he wasted enough time so he opened the last envelope with his final set of instructions.

Bob,

Well if Susan and you have followed all my instructions to the letter then you know your willing slut wife is out in the dark woods, naked, cuffed and gagged so helplessly that she couldn't fend off a 5 year old. But I doubt she's worried about some five year old's dick. She has a lot more things to contend with.

Let me say this Bob, Susan has written often at how get you have been regarding fulfilling her kinky needs along these lines. You should be proud of yourself and in the confidence of your guys love for each other. (Trent Williams went on of 6 paragraphs lying about how Susan confided in him that she was afraid Bob would question her need to submit to most anyone in these kinds of situations.)

So Bob if everything was done right, there are still 3 of those fantastic surprises Slutty Susan enjoys so much still left.

First of all, the envelope with the key you placed further down the path. Well that key is worthless. I filed down one of the points so if slutty thought finding the key would lessen her predicament, she's wrong. As a matter of fact her predicament is much worse. She's at least ¾ of a mile from the parking lot where you dropped her off that is if she isn't already some transients or teenager's fuck or whipping toy or both. All she has to do is walk back. Opps, surprise number 2. With the closure of the park during repairs, the locals have reported a dramatic decrease in transients sleeping out on the streets. Here's the quote from the local paper. "An estimated 70 to 80 homeless or illegal aliens have called the forest preserves home during its renovations. Although the town council aren't officially condoning the use of the park for such living activities, off the record they are pleased it has temporarily reduced the problems in town."

Hum what do you think Bob? I wonder just how horny some of these guys are? Does Susan know the Spanish word for spread-em?"

Oh before you take off to try and help save her. Surprise #3. They lock the gate to the road leading to the parking area where you dropped her off. Figure on hiking that half mile from the entrance.

Hey think of all the enjoyment and thrills she's getting. Have her report when ever she feels up to it.

Strict Master

Bob Jumped up from the bar stool. He checked his watch. His wife had been out there alone now for almost 2 hours and even if he hustled, she'd be there at least another ½ hour alone and that was if he could find her.

- -

Once the 4 teens sounded that they were well up the path, Susan began to struggle with the lock and key once more. Something was wrong. It was in there ok but wouldn't turn. She fingered it carefully and turned the key around thinking it had to go in one particular way. That didn't work. "Fuck!" she whispered. She tried several more time before conceding defeat. She would just have to return to the parking lot to meet Bob like she was.

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C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Chapter 6 –

Things can get worse

Bob pulled out of the bar's parking lot and began speeding back to rescue his helpless wife. He kept telling himself she would be alright, she'd be alright.

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Sue once again frantically began to work on unlocking the collar lock. After several tries she realized it was no use. The key wouldn't work. Her cuffed wrists would remain locked behind her neck. The biting clips would remain on her very sore nipples and the ben-wah balls would continue to stir her already sopping cunt. She realized she was worse off than when Bob left her out there. She was further away from the parking area and had no idea when her husband would return for her but to get there she'd be on the same path the four teenagers just went up on.

Sue decided she would be safer if just remained put for awhile.

"I clocked you doing 55. There's a reason why this winding road is posted 35 Mr. Banks." The state patrolman told Bob. "What is your hurry way out here anyway?"

Bob's mind raced as he tried to think up a story. Something told him he shouldn't say he was hurrying to pick up his wife he left cuffed and naked in the forest preserves but between his aggravation with getting stopped and his concern for his wife's safety, he didn't really consider what he blurted out. "I'm sorry trooper, I just lost track of time at Jimmy's back there and have to pick my wife up." He explained.

The trooper raised his flashlight and looked closer at Bob's eyes. "Jimmy's, huh? Have you been drinking sir?"

Bob immediately realized his mistake. He wasn't about to compound it by admitting to a couple of beers. "Ah no, not really." I was just there wasting time while my wife, ah, was doing her thing." He replied.

"Mr. Banks I believe I smell beer on your breath. I'm going to give you a chance to prove you are not driving under the influence. I'm heading into base. We have a breathalyzer set up there. If you take the test and pass, you can be on your way and I'll forget the speeding ticket too."

"Can't I just take a road sobriety test?" Bob asked knowing two beers had no real effect on him.

"Not on this winding road. Now are you in agreement, Mr. Banks?"

Bob glanced out into the dark wooded areas along the road. He could only imagine what his beautiful young wife was doing at the moment. Bob nodded and followed the state trooper's car to the county headquarters.

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Sue's attempts at trying to find a comfortable position thrust up the way she was failed. Her shoulders began to burn being held in the strained position. Her feet were killing her too but the very worse was the ever increasing bite of the metal clips on her nipples that swelled with the chilling night air. Susan figured it had to have been at least 15-20 minutes since the boys left. This task had given her excitement, several orgasms and as much pain as she wished to experience besides she was tired of just waiting now and the glowing necklace around her neck was beginning to fade. She figured if she began making her way back to where Bob had to be waiting for her, the damn dangling glow sticks would soon be fading too.

What she didn't know was the necklace was just a child's toy but the sticks attached to her nipple clips were safety sticks, guaranteed to last 4 hours. Once again the vulnerable woman began to walk out from behind her shelter.

Kenny was just finishing taking a piss. His buddy had to tell his halfwit companion to piss away from where they laid down their bedrolls. Kenny and Josh were just a couple of the many homeless who had been using the closed county preserves. At first the local police spent the time and resources sweeping the preserves each night but it did little good. Finally the homeless and authorities came to an unofficial compact. They wouldn't be hassled as long as they didn't leave a mess. The cops wouldn't waste their time there. As a matter of fact they completely stopped checking the area until morning when it was understood, they would evacuate for the volunteer forest workers. "Let them be." Captain McCoy told his staff. "It kept the drinking, the drugs and whatever off the streets. Let them get drunk and high. Who gives a shit?"

Unfortunately, Bob's naked bound wife kind of cared at the moment. She heard the sound of someone pissing and a guy's voice moaning with the relief from it. In the pitch dark she couldn't see where it was coming from. Worse of all, she had the twin nipple strips jiggling and glowing.

Kenny had twice been diagnosed with several mental problems. The damn politically correct term was physiologically challanged. He would have been raw meat out on the streets by himself which is why his buddy Josh was more than his best and only friend, he was like a brother to him. So when Kenny spotted the green glittering space alien, his only thought was to protect his buddy. Kenny broke a thin branch from a nearby sapling. His intention was to chase it away just like the dogs that would attach them in town.

As Susan heard Kenny's crackling approach through dried leaves and brush, she panicked trying to find some kind of concealment. Her small careful steps off the path were way too little and slow to avoid Kenny's approach. He began raving about getting the green body off this planet. Susan felt the first of many blows from the slicing switch. Her screams and pleas with the ring gag locked in her mouth didn't help any. She sounded like some weird creature. Painfully he drove her further and further into the woods. By the time Kenny stopped chasing the outer space creature Sue's ass, thighs and back were crisscrossed with nasty red stripes. She her breasts rose and feel as she panted. She wasn't even sure which way she came from but was sure she didn't want to return in the direction of that maniac.

Stiletto heels were ridiculous in the wood. Sue stumped often. If only the two glow sticks dangling from her nipple would die out like the necklace already had she might be able to use the path instead of trying to move thought the bushes. And only if the damn feeling in her cunt would cool down. But it wasn't either. As a matter of fact her climax was unmistakably building. Sue closed her eyes and clenched the ben-wah balls driving herself further. Finally she was able to achieve, once again, what she needed the most. It was a mind blowing orgasm that made her drop to her knees as she rode it out. Gurgling and whining sounds flowed from her retained open mouth.

"What the hell is that?" a voice groggily responded to her almost animalistic howls.

If Sue would have noticed him she couldn't or wouldn't have curtailed the fantastic pleasure she was receiving at the moment.

Suddenly increased paid shot from her nipples through her tits. The fresh additional pain just increased the fervor of her climax. She was now uncontrollably humping an imaginary cock. One last gasp and she began to sink from a upright kneeling position to rest on her heels but this just increased the pain to her nipples. Susan's eyes flashed open. Standing before her was a grubby thin man holding both of the glow strips and therefore her nipples too.

"Golly! Look what I caught me guys. You ain't gonna to believe it." Sue shook her head no in dismay as he yanked on the nipple clips to make her rise up on her feet and follow him. One more slight tug with it's accompanying pain and she frantically sought to comply before he could deliver another. "Fuck ken heeeeeell !" he squealed as he got a completely look at Sue in all he glory. His hand went to her dripping crotch and sank into her wet cunt. It was almost enough to make her cum again right there.

By this time the thin guy's friends came to investigate what he was making such a fuss about, Sue was reacting to his finger inside her. Two more men just as dirty and unkempt as the guy holding her by her nipple clips couldn't believe their eyes what Slim was playing with. "Looks to me like Slim caught himself a wild cunt." one laughed.

Hands began to maul Sue's body, pulling squeezing and probing her everywhere. Inevitably one of them discovered there was something in her cunt. "What the fuck is this? He said fingering around up inside her. Sue's legs began to go limp but they held her up and kicked her legs wide apart as the cunt miner explored her dripping cave. The men watched as she arched her back but thrust her hips toward the fingers within her. Suddenly, he pulled one of the balls from her cunt. He held the shiny silvery ball up for all to see and shook it. "It's got something inside it." He proclaimed.

Another filthy hand grabbed it and said it was one of those oriental sex things sluts use to keep themselves aroused. "There should be another in there, Willie." The excavation was repeated until he pulled the second ball from her.

They all looked at the now wide open and vulnerable woman they had. "You put them in yourself slut?" Sue's face an upper body was now beet red with embarrassment and humiliation. She meekly nodded.

"What the fuck are you doing out here like this?" the same guy asked. It was easy to tell the others seem to let him take the lead and didn't interrupt him. Sue's unintelligible ring gagged response answered nothing for the three men.

"Should I be taking this out of her mouth? It's got a strap and buckle back here. The guy holding her up proclaimed.

The big guy cupped one of Sue's tits with it's dangling glow strip. "Naw, don't think so. I think this cunt is out here to get fucked. That there is a ring gag to hold her mouth open so you can shove a cock in her mouth and she can't bit it. Not sure if she done this to herself or if it's some kind of initiation thing but look at how she is open and ready for cocks anywhere. They all laughed as they spread her legs as wide open as they could. "You do this to yourself, cunt?"

"Hey, Crank, look at her shoes. They say fuck me on the backs."

Sue's panting made her tight concave stomach palpitate while causing her full breasts to rise and fall. Her eyes were wide with fear and drool seeped from the corners of her mouth. She shook her head no, hoping they might come to the conclusion this was forced upon her and they might take pity and help her instead of what she was sure they were planning.

"You're lying." The big guys growled at her. He took hold of one of the nipple clamps and began to turn it along with her already swollen tortured nipple. Her body went rigid and she bucked but it didn't take much for the other two men to control her already restrained frame. As he continued to twist, her head jerked back and then forward. The same animalistic shriek came from her mouth. Sue shook her head yes to stop the horrible pain. When she could open her tear filled eyes she saw his yellow teeth grin. "And you want to fuck me and the boys for this here initiation, right?" he ended the question with another twist to her tortured nipple. Sue readily agreed.

"Good. Come on guys gather up your stuff, I think we better bring our willing initiation cunt way back into that heavy grove down past the stream. We don't want to share this catch right away with too many others out here do we?" They shoved her to where they were all sleeping a few moments ago and began rolling up blankets and gather the flattened cardboard boxes they laid upon. Sue stood watching them frantically trying to think of a way out. Slowly she took a step back, then another. She wasn't thinking straight or she would have realized there wasn't a chance in hell of escaping them in the dark with herself being a glowing target. But Sue just couldn't stand there and wait to be taken somewhere to be fucked by these filthy derelicts.

Her next step snapped a twig. Sue panicked and turned to run. She made it three steps before she lost her balance in the heels. Crank pulled her up by her hair. "You ain't going nowhere cunt. You came looken for an initiation and your going to get a hell of a one." He grabbed both of the nipple glow strips and led her back. "Willie, give me a couple pieces of rope." Willie tossed him a length of white cord they used to hold up a tarp if it rained. "Naw give me that rough thin hemp. By the looks of these clips on her nipples this cunt likes pain. Right bitch?" Sue shook her head no but she couldn't deny the tingle she was feeling awaiting what he had planned for her. Something seemed to snap within her. She took her shot at rationally attempting an escape. Now she was resigned to the fact she was theirs and can't do a thing to prevent whatever was in store for her.

Crank grabbed her and forced her to bend forward. He began looping the coarse twine around her tits at their bases. Her already sore breast immediately began to swell as he continued loop after loop. Sue began whining. Her breasts were now hard red balloons. They were getting darker by the minute. Crank used the two loose ends from each breasts noose and pulled her toward a medium size tree. "Slim, toss that duffel bag here."

Crank placed it against the tree before forcing Sue to turn and step up on it. Once up on the bag , Crank flipped the two pieces of twine up over a bough and pulled on them forcing Sue to try and compensate for the upward tug on her tits before tying them off. "Now you wait here and think about the punishment you earned trying to run away from us." Sue could only imagine the spectacle she must have made. Naked, arms held up behind her neck with her crimson ballooning tits thrust outward. She struggled on her tip toes to relieve the torture to her tits. But things were about to get much worse as she felt the bag being pulled out from under her feet. A howl emitted from her open mouth. She could just barely touch the ground with the tips of her shoes. It wasn't much support but it was something. At first she tried to struggle to plead with her eyes and show how much this was hurting her but she quickly learn the only way not to cause herself additional torture was to remain as still as possible. Crank left her to help the others get everything together.

All Sue could think of was Bob would have to be looking for her by now. He must know something went wrong. She just hoped she could endure whatever was coming before he finally found her.

* * *

Meanwhile at the county sheriff's office, there was a slight problem. The breathalyzer's calibration was off. Sargent Tagert had been struggling with the calibration manual for almost an hour. "Fuck it. Call that high school kid that worked on the computers and see if he can make heads or tails out of this fucken manual. "Looks like this might be your luck day, Mr. Banks. Even if your blood alcohol lever was above .6 by the time we get this up and running, you'll probably skate. I'll make you a deal. If you'll call your wife to pick you up and drive you home, we'll forget the whole thing."

Bob's head sank dejectedly. "I…. I can't. I think she out."

"Ok, I guess you'll have to wait then."

* * *

Through tear filled eyes Sue shrieked when she saw the three men standing before her straining taunt body each holding a switch. "Willie, take the clips off her nipples so we can get good shots at those purple melons out there just begging to be whipped." She went while when the clips were abruptly removed and the blood rushed back to nipples that had bore their biting for hours. It hurt to take a deep breath. It hurt to do anything but she knew the real hurt was about to begin.

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C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Sue's White Knight in a Black BMW

There was no way for a woman to prepare for the intensity of the pain Susan felt as the first 4 lashes from the switches torn across her taunt sensitive bloated tits. The severe pain forced her to buck wildly which in turn only caused her additional pain as the rough hemp twine held her and her breasts somewhat stationary to await anything they wanted to do to her. Sue's moaning distorted screams were loud enough to give the three men concern. "Get something to stuff that hole and stop her from making so much noise." Crank ordered.

"Like what." Slim sniveled not wanting to loose any time with the beautiful opportunity before them.

"How about those shorts you just shot your load in." Willie laughed pointing to the wet spot on Slim's pants. A little embarrassed, the dingy thin man took off a pair of underwear and shoved them easily passed the ring gag holding Susan's mouth open.

The three went back to fulfilling a fantasy as they whipped the naked woman until all three of the switches finally broke. Susan was crying. She tried not to hang by her tied breasts but she was so exhausted from the beating. "You going to try and run away from us again?" Crank asked. Sue shook her head no and meant it. It was foolish to begin with, and after enduring such a punishment, it seemed asinine. She hoped nothing they would do to her could hurt worse than what she just suffered.

"Untie the bitch's tits from the tree but leave the cords on them. We'll use them as a leash. I think this cunt is hot and ready to fuck without giving us any problems."

"Maybe we should blindfold her so she can't identify us or anything." Slim suggested.

Crank looked at him and shook his head. "The only thing that's important that she could recognize is us, stupid. And she's already has seen our faces." Crank jerked on the tit leashes that were now so tightly burrowed into the base of each of her tender breast that the slightest pull felt like it would tear her tits off. "You ain't going to be telling anybody nothing about this, now are you cunt?" Crank pulled up on the twin purplish balloons until the woman danced on tip toes to avoid the pain. She frantically shook her head no. Crank laughed hard at how easily it was to control this slut puppet on the strings.

Cranks hand slipped between her thighs and easily passed her wet cunt lips. Susan knew damn well just how turned on she was. Crank yellow teeth flashed into a sadistic grin as he probed her dripping cunt with two meaty fingers. Susan Banks blushed and cursed her shameless response to everything that was happening to her. "Show the boys how much you want to be our fuck toy."

Susan was no longer really rationalizing anything that was happening. She was in a kind of an automatic reactionary mode that her body, rather than her brain, was controlling. Since she couldn't properly communicate with her mouth held open by the ring gag and Slim's underwear stuffing her mouth , she spontaneously let her body do her pleading for cock. Susan dropped to her knees displaying the most submissive picture any of them ever had seen. "See, she's begging for our cocks." He laughed as she lean toward his crotch. "Now lets get going so we can enjoy this kinky slut."

They left Sue's painful nipple clips along with the still glowing tubes hanging from the tree she was previously tied up to. Slim insisted on holding the tit leash since he was the one who had found the bitch. As they walked he enjoyed jerking on the leads just to hear her moan in pain. He really didn't need to add to her torment. Just trying to keep up with the men in her heels was hard enough. Both Willie and Cranked laughed as her heels flashed FUCK ME, FUCK ME.

The inevitable happened when Sue's foot caught a vine. The captive once again lurched forward but being still bound as she was there was little chance of recovering her balance. Once again Sue fell straight upon her front only this time it hurt her ten times worse with her bulging tied tits.

Instead of showing the slightest regard for the severe pain she just suffered, the three laughed at her while she cried at their feet. "You would think with those inflated airbags she would have bounced back up." Willie joked.

"Come on cunt, get up." Crank snarled at her struggling form.

Willie whispered something to Crank. He grinned and nodded.

After Sue struggled back to her feet, Willie pulled out a piece of cloth and tied it over her eyes. "I thought there was no sense blindfolding her." Slim questioned.

"Thought the bitch might be a bit more responsive to her leash control blindfolded. If she isn't those purple airbags will be taking a lot more jolts." Willie laughed.

Susan's situation worsened. She was blinded to anything that might trip her so naturally she wanted to be cautious but the painful yanking of her tits wouldn't allow her to take too cautious of steps. Twice more she stumbled and fell while the three laughed at her suffering. "How much further did they need to take her, the blinded suffering captive thought."

In reality they hadn't gone all that far through the heavier forest growth.

"Slim." Willie called out pointing to a three foot thorn bush they just passed. Slim caught his cue and lead the helpless woman back around and headed straight for the low barbed shrub. Slim side stepped it but kept Susan heading directly upon it. The second she felt the thorns piercing her lower thighs and legs she hesitated but Slim continued to pull on her tit leash. The blinded woman sought to find away around the bush but Willie and Crank would not have any of that. Each man grabbed an ankle while Slim impelled her to keep waddling forward. The sharp thorns scratched and tore up her inner thighs and piecing her ever spreading cunt. Finally the top of the bush bent and slashed up into her most tender of openings. Several places the thorns caused tiny trickles of blood to appear. There was no way Susan could tell but they lead her back over the same spiny bush 6 more times before tiring of this game.

A little while longer they reached the place they had planned on enjoying this cunt. "Here, use this rope and spread those legs about as far as they'll go between those two trees." Crank ordered Willie. "Honey, it's show time."

* *

Bob was finally released since they couldn't get the breathalyzer to calibrate. "I guess you're just a lucky guy tonight." Sargent Tagert exclaimed. "I suggest you take your time driving to pick up your wife. No sense in speeding, it's already 2:30 A.M. so you're already probably in deep shit with her."

"Let the poor guy alone, Tagert. His wife is probably with friends worried about him by now." he trooper who brought him in interrupted. "Don't listen to him, Mr. Banks. Knowing women, she's probably out having a good time with a few close friends, opening up to them the way women do."

If only Bob knew how literally true that was. The three transients had her spread so wide her oozing cunt was gaping wide open. Susan laid panting, but not in fear, but rather in anticipation. She didn't care how sore her body felt nor how disgusting these three men were. She wanted to feel their cocks inside her.

"Ok, Slim. Finder gets to go first. Where do you want her?"

Slim stood above the half spread eagled woman. His hard dick didn't appear as if it would be very satisfying to Susan but she had no say in what was about to happen. First Slim picked the underwear from her mouth. "Use that tongue of yours to lube me up or you'll be sorry, slut." He tried to sound gruff and slapped at one of her bloated tits to emphasis his point.

With her mouth held open wide, all she was able do was tongue lash his fowl tasting cock. Slim began pumping her face to get himself ready. Without hands or much of anyway to participate Sue realized she was nothing more than fuck holes for the men to enjoy.

Susan's sexual frustration was doing nothing more than growing when the skinny man blew his load up in her. He was done within a few strokes. She barely even felt him. However Willie stood above her next. Her eyes widen as she saw his big cock. In girth it was too big for him to fit anything more than the tip of it through the ring gag. Sue enthusiastically tried her best to lick the tip of his manhood while she felt her pussy spasm with expectation. Willie took his position between her wide spread thighs. Susan already was panting as she felt his hot cock's head nuzzled against her splayed lips.

As Willie inched himself forward, Susan's head jolted up and a clear grown emitted from her throat. Willie chuckled sensing the power he felt over this beautiful horny woman. He grabbed hold of the two tit lashes laying off to the sides and pulled on them as he slowing moved himself further into her hot slit.

He was about halfway into her when Susan first erupted. Willie really didn't know if it was his pulling on the tit ropes or this wild woman's climax that brought her to a near sitting position then dropping back down while her hips tried their best to thrust up on him. Willie began to pound the woman's cunt calling her every dirty name he knew. Susan heard none of it as wave after wave of climaxes nearly made her pass out in sexual bliss.

Sue didn't even know when Crank and Slim had untied her spread legs and turn her over in preparation for Crank's turn at her.

Sue never was much for anal sex but being a helpless bound slut alone with three men simply meant her wants or displeasure were of no concern for anyone other than her. Crank fucked her ass hard and long. He too used the tit leashes like reins riding a wild horse. It was the very first time Sue ever climaxed while being fucked in the ass. What in hell was happening to her? She wondered. He was treating her like some kind of animal and she was in sexual bliss.

There was no need to secure the woman while the three spent men laid around and drank from a big bottle of last weeks best grapes. The drinking was the demise of any further sexual activity from the three. When they realized none of them could get it up again to enjoy this once in a life time gift, they decided it would be best to get as far away from the naked kinky bitch before they got into trouble. Crank however couldn't pass up one more opportunity to whip a naked woman. How many chances does anyone, let alone a lowly transient, get to whip a fantastic set of tits?

As Susan whined and squirmed as much as possible to avoid the slashing branch he used on her, her husband's sperm shot a good three feet while he watched. Bob had raced back to the forest preserves but his wife was not back to the parking area. He ran down the path and probably would have stayed on it for the full 3 mile length if it weren't for him spotting the glowing green strips off to his left. Thinking it was Susan, he dashed towards it just to find the clips with the now fading glow strips hanging from a tree. Then he spotted the ben-wah laying on the ground. Bob knew the balls could have fallen out on their own but there was no way she could have taken the clips off her own nipples since she couldn't have unlocked her wrists from the collar.

Bob was lucky that he decided to continue down the hill where he first heard male voices and then his wife's moaning. Bob approached slowing. After all he was alone and had no idea who or what he would face. At first he considered faking he was from the police or something to try and scare off the three dirty transients. Obviously they weren't like a gang or anything, still it was three against one if they didn't fall for it. By the time Bob came within 15 yards of the clearing, the skinny guy had just pulled his spent dick out of his wife's cunt. Bob's eyes widen when he noticed his wife's bloated purplish tits and all the scratch and whip marks across her body. The site of her battered body almost emboldened him to the point of charging out to save his wife when he saw the size of the next guy's cock and in turn his wife's enthusiastic thrusting to what should have been a raping.

Bob watched and was soon playing with his own cock. He never felt harder in his life. The show lasted just under an hour including the whipping of Susan's tits once more. The three men just left her laying there naked with cum oozing out of her cunt and ass. He waited a little longer before coming out from behind the trees.

As great as her climaxes were she was very relieved to see the man approaching was her husband. Bob helped her to sit up. "Damn, honey are you ok?" It seemed like a dumb question considering her condition but her positive nod was a relief to him. Bob informed her the key would not open the lock that restrained her wrists behind her neck. She would have to remain this way until they got home and he could use a hacksaw to cut the lock. Susan shook her tits trying to get him to understand.

"What?" Susan tried to point with her head at her bulging tits. "Hold on I'll untie your tits."

Susan sighed of relief was short lived when he informed her he couldn't get at the tight knots because her tits were so swollen and the twine was deeply imbedded into the base of her breasts. "We can't waste too much time. It will be light in a little while and we got to get you out of here." Susan would have to bear the tortures of the burning tit nooses, the racking pain in her shoulders from being cuffed up behind her neck for so long of time, her total nakedness and the humiliation that she would have to ride all the way home like this before any relief was in store.

Bob's cock grew once more as he watched his young wife's tortured body giggle and shake before him. He already decided he'd fuck her before she got one strand of the tit cords untied. After all, she should pay for everything she put him through.

The longer they walked and the more he watched her battered bruised tits bouncing with the steps in the stilettos, Bob also decided one fuck wouldn't be payment enough. He would take her ass too just like the last guy did and if she was not as enthusiastic about it with him as she was with those three derelicts he'd just have to take a strap to her tits as an attitude adjustment.

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Chapter 8

One time on her own

Neither Bob nor Susan spoke much about the night in the preserves for the next two days. Bob felt guilty about how he further he had abused his battered wife that night. Meanwhile Sue didn't quit know how to express how her humiliation, pain and rapes were the greatest turn on she had ever experienced. But as the bruising and soreness slowly faded she knew things were getting out of hand. Her common sense was telling her it was wrong to want this much abuse. Her sexual cravings were becoming addictive rather than just adventurous play.

By the time Sue once again got around to writing Strict Master a report about her escapades from that night, she got a stern return about her tardiness. She tried to explain just how consuming it had affected her and how dangerous it developed.

Indeed this was a strict master, for he would not answer any of her follow up e-mails until he knew the time was right. Finally his reply came as an ultimatum rather than the praise she hope to get for her and Bob following his instruction to the letter.

Worthless Cunt,

Ok, you worthless piece of shit, you have one chance to make up for your failures if you want me to waste anymore time on you. And since you suggested your husband might not want to cooperate this time, I have to be imaginative.

This task will not be one designed for your pleasure but rather than one I know you will have you suffering for your tardy reporting. Any and I mean any failure to fulfill each and every requirement will mean the end of our communications. If you succeed in accepting and enduring your deserved punishments, I believe I will take you to the next step.

You will not know any of the plans until the assigned evening and then only part of what you will be expected to endure.

Is this understood and acceptable to you?

Strict Master

Susan didn't care what he might be planning. There were only 2 more months before their step daughter planned return from her trip to Europe and surely this would end most if not all their play. Susan wrote back pleading and accepting anything her master wanted her to do but asked that Bob not be told of this one ordeal.

The initial instructions were startling but she soon got past it all. She was to collect several items. The handcuffs and one key. The whip which was used in the yard. Some strong fish line and 2 dozen craft popsicle sticks. A tube of super glue and two outfits from a used clothing store. The first outfit was to be a summer dress short enough that her ass peeked out from behind. The second outfit was to be simply, heels, the briefest thong underwear she could find and a white boys muscle t-shirt.

Sue began getting wet just imagining what her master had planned for all this.

When she finally wrote him back and said she had everything as required she was told to leave Thursday evening free and to make some excuse to her husband so that she could be gone till Friday afternoon.

This was much different than what she had done before. Sue would not only be on her own but she knew if Bob discovered what she was doing he'd be furious with her. Bob no longer trusted this internet master after devising the trap which rendered his wife helpless for hours in the woods. Bob felt she was very luck simply escaping with several whippings and a few fuckings. There was no telling what kind of people she could have run into while utterly vulnerable to anything they wished to do with her naked and defenseless body. Yet he knew Sue's insatiable need for thrills and danger.

On Tuesday morning, Sue received her final instructions as well as a letter to sign without reading and a hint at some of what she will endure.

Sluttie Sue,

You will print out the following letter without reading a word. After it prints, sign it at the bottom and immediately fold it and place it in an envelope. As soon as you have read these instructions you are to call Larry Parker.

{What Trent Williams never told his eager unsuspecting slut in training was he already contacted Larry to inform him Susan Banks would be in contact with him to assist on another of her kinky sessions. He e-mailed the horny guy and basically asked if Larry was interested, yah right, he was to call Trent for verbal instructions. At first he thought this might be a prank but then again that is what he thought the first time and damn was he wrong. Larry called the number provided. Trent first told him he was Susan's online master and it was he who provided the golden opportunities he had enjoyed so far and this would be better yet if he followed his instructions. Larry quickly agreed.}

Sue was instructed to ask to meet Larry. She was further instructed to wear whatever Larry requested and meet him wherever he wanted the day before her ordeal. What surprised her was she was also to wear a pair of panties. The reason was she was to carry the sealed envelope with Larry's instructions tucked in her panties next to her horny slut cunt. Larry would know where to get it.

Any objections, any hesitations and this relationship is over slut.

Strict Master

Sue absolutely hated the idea of lying to Bob about this but she knew he would be set against it considering how intense the last ordeal went. She also knew if her husband ever caught wind of the fact Larry Parker was involved, he'd go ballistic. She decided one big lie would be better than trying to string a bunch of deceptive excuses. She told Bob she won a three day stay at a new beauty spa but unfortunately it was Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. She joked that they probably figured no one would take them up on it with such short notice. She pretended to look so dejected. "It's something I always wanted to try."

"Listen, if you really want to go, I have a ton of stuff to catch up on at work and well with you gone, I won't feel guilty working late."

It was Sue who really felt guilty. Her husband wanted nothing but the best for her and all she was doing was lying so she could meet with some guy Bob detested and then follow everything he wanted her to do. "I love you thanks."

Sue ran upstairs to the bedroom and packed a small bag. She used her cell phone to call a motel just outside of their town. She felt no matter how late she might have to be with Larry on Wednesday and her required time for the ordeal on Thursday, it was better to operate from a motel.

Bob kissed his wife goodbye as she climbed into her car. She promised to call him as soon as she got to the spa resort. "You're the best." She said as she put the car into gear. Susan's cunt also lunged into overdrive. How sick was this? She thought to herself.

Sue waited an hour before calling home to tell Bob she was checked in and the place looks fantastic. Fantastic for a Motel 6, she thought. Bob told her to enjoy herself and if she needed him for some reason and can't get him at home, try the office.

Sue went to bed early but found her fingers in her wet horny pussy most of the night as she fantasized about what was planned for her. Still she was ridden with guilt too. She knew she shouldn't be doing this without Bob's approval or knowledge but all she could think about was all the fantastic pleasure she had gotten since resuming their ordeals. Plus with her step daughter only away for a short period of time, thing would soon enough go back to their boring ways.

The next morning at 9:30 A.M. she called Larry. His whole demeanor seemed radically different as she set up the meeting. He began to make demands or would not meet with her. He was pretty sure from his phone call from this internet master of hers that she would cooperate and as he began making demands and she reluctantly accepted them. He knew he had her. His first demand was she wear a semi-transparent white dress. Of course since Sue just packed a small bag she was very limited in her clothing and tried to negotiate. Larry decided to test his power over this woman. He said since she wanted to negotiate she'd have one choice now. Instead of a dress she was to wear a thin nylon white slip as her dress and it better be short. Very short. Sue began to speak when Larry interrupted her. "I gave you your orders. Decide if you will obey otherwise don't bother me." He said and hung up.

It was the longest wait in Larry Parkers' slim ball life as he waited for her to call back. He was fairly confident she would but what a risk of loosing the chance of a life time if she didn't. When she didn't call back immediately he began to worry more. He wanted to really push the opportunity he was getting but how far he wondered.

When his phone rang. He fought the urge of picking it up too soon. He had a grin from ear to ear. "Hello."

Sue said she was sorry and would go out and buy a slip.

"A sheer slip. Sheer enough to make out your panty." He demanded. Sue agreed. And because you have been such a bitch about this, I don't want it to hang any lower than the bottom of your ass cheeks. Do you understand me? I want to be able to see the curve of your ass in it while you are standing. Reluctantly she agreed again. "Two more things. Bring along a wide leather belt. Somewhere between 3 or 4 inches wide and wear a pair of red bikini panties.

Sue tried to explain she would have to go out and buy all these things.

"Listen you fuck bitch, I don't care what you have to do to get them but I expect you to be at the Crown Building's outside café by 11:15, dressed in the slip, heels and panties and holding a nice belt that can be used on your ass. Anything less and I'll have to report back to this Strict Master guy you are a fuck up.

"That's Bob's office building." She blurted out but the phone went dead.

What had she gotten herself into? What if Bob saw her? She told herself it was too much. Too much of a risk. She told herself this as she got into the car to buy the required items from a local mall. And by 11:10 she panicky waited in the lobby of the Crown Building just outside the café entrance. The looks she was getting were extremely humiliating. The red panties were shamelessly clear under the flimsy nylon material. She got nothing but disgusting looks from women passing by and shocked but vulgar looks most of the men. This all made her nipples swelled and became apparent.

Susan knew she looked like some cheap hooker standing out there with her red panty covered ass peeking out below the short hem. Under the panty nestled next to her wet pussy was the seal envelope which she was suppose to deliver. All she could think of was please don't let Bob or any of his co-workers see her and please hurry up Larry. Maybe, just maybe she could talk him into going some place else if she offered him a blowjob or whatever.

Larry showed up at 11:20. The self-assured smirk on his face spoke volumes to Sue. Nice outfit slut." He said none too quietly. The beautiful woman actually complied to his dress demands beyond his expectations. If she dared to bend he knew she'd be flashing herself. But he had plans so she wouldn't have to worry about flashing her red hot panties "I'll bet your husband would love to see you here in that."

"Please Larry. Please don't. Can't we please go somewhere else. I promise to make it nice for you." Sue leaned closer to him. "I'll suck your dick if we can just go somewhere else." She whispered.

Larry chuckled. "You'll suck my dick and a lot more. And if you don't behave and obey my every wish, I'll give old Bobby a call to watch too." Again Sue begged him not call Bob. "If you do everything," he stressed the word everything, "I tell you to do without hesitation," he again stressed the word hesitation, "we'll leave your hubby out of our fun. But if you give me any crap." Larry held up his cell phone. "Speed dial #4." He informed her.

Bob took Sue's arm and lead her to the hostess station. "Two for lunch." He told the girl who had already noticed the skimpy clad woman. Occasionally a secretary or someone stopping to see a client in the building might have a short skirt or even low cut blouse but the hostess had never see anyone so scantily dressed as Sue was. She hesitated for a second until Larry handed her a $20 bill. "We'd like a table near the fountain." He requested. In a few moments Sue learn all the fountain tables were in the very center of the patio seating area. Although at this earlier hour there were few customers yet in the place, every eye caught the out of place dressed woman and her date. Larry was going to enjoy humiliating this woman.

Sue cautiously sat herself. The shortness of the slip did not allow enough give to cover her ass once seated and the hem rose precariously close to flashing her already wet spotted red panty in front.

The young busboy almost ran out to their table with the pitcher of water. He almost over filled the water glasses as he paid more attention to her unmistakably braless tits in the nylon slip than what he was doing.

"Your waiter will be here soon." he said as he walked away looking back at the captivating woman.

Larry grinned at his victim across from him. He began thinking what he could do to humiliate her further but first he had to complete his own task. "Do you have something for me?

Sue said yes and asked if she could go to the washroom to take it out. "No!" Larry abruptly answered. "Please, I've done as you asked and wore this and met you here. Please don't make this anymore embarrassing than it already is." Larry assured her he wasn't the least bit embarrassed and he wanted Strict Master's instruction message now.

Sue looked around knowing how open they were but also knew this bastard wasn't going to give her an inch of mercy. She feared he would get even nastier if she hesitated but just as she uncrossed her legs and was about to reach up under what little dress was left covering her, the waiter approached their table. Sue let go of the hem and lean forward.

"Hi, my name is Tom and I'll be your waiter."

"One second Tom. My client's beautiful wife here was about to give me something." Larry said as he held a hand up to pause the waiter. Sue froze in horror as she realized he expected her to take the envelope out of her panty in front of the waiter. She looked at Larry with pleading eyes. Larry's only response was to take his cell phone from his pocket. Sue swallowed hard and reached below the clear plexiglas patio table. The waiter stared in disbelief as she pulled up the hem, reached under and pulled out a folded envelope from the red panty he spotted. The young waiter's mouth hung open. The guys in the back aren't going to believe what just happen at his table. Actually one waiter and the busboy who served the water were watching from the side. Flush in the face, Sue handed Larry the envelope. He thanked her and asked what she wanted to drink. Sue replied nothing but Larry ordered her a glass of wine and himself a beer. Larry placed the instructions in his pocket and proceeded with his next inspiration.

"Here use my phone." He said handing her the cell. "I want you to call Bob and ask him how his day is going and tell him you just happen to think of me and suggest he invite me over for dinner or drinks soon."

Sue knew she had to do it. She began to wonder if she should just call off this ordeal in spite of how excitedly wet she was at the moment. She pressed speed dial 4. Bob answered on the second ring. Larry indicated he wanted her to hold the ear piece away a little so he could catch a little of her husband's side of the conversation. "Hi honey. It's me. Thought I'd see how you are doing."

"Ok. Just loaded with work. How is the spa?" he replied.

"It's…. it's lovely here. I.. ah, I was just thinking. I mean I know it's out of the blue but you know that salesman, Larry something. The software guy. I was thinking maybe we should ask him over sometime." It was like pulling teeth for Sue to ask Bob this considering neither one of them really like this man."

"What in hell made you think of that son of a bitch?" Bob said it loud enough that Larry could clearly hear him.

There was silence for a few seconds before Sue replied. "I,.. I don't know. I was just thinking. Listen I got to go. I'm being called for a mud bath. I love you hon." She quickly hung up before Bob might reply with something else.

Larry took back the phone. "I guess that son of a bitch will just have to take it out on your wife's ass, old Bob." Larry snarled. He looked at Sue who didn't know how to change the subject. "What is with this spa thing?" he asked her just as the waiter approached with the drinks.

Sue waited until the drinks were delivered and Larry told Tom they wanted time before they ordered. The patio was beginning to fill up the closer it was getting to the standard lunch time, so Sue lean a little forward so as not to be overheard. "I told Bob I was spending a couple of days at a spa so I wouldn't have to explain being out late tomorrow."

Larry face lit up when he realized two things. First, she wasn't going home today and secondly, she lied to her husband about all this. "So unlike playing spread eagle angel in your yard, old Bobby doesn't know you are doing this does he?"

Sue knew she backed herself in a corner and franticly tried to think how to do some damage control. "He knows about Strict Master and all but, I ah just figured ah he's really busy lately and I didn't want to bother him this time."

"He doesn't know you will be playing tomorrow night or right now does he?"

Sue nodded no. Larry couldn't believe his luck was on a roll. "Where are you staying?"

"The Motel 6 just out of town on 97." She replied.

Larry thought for a moment. "Give me your room key." He demanded.

"Why. I mean, the ordeal isn't until tomorrow and I…"

Larry stopped her in mid-sentence. "The rules have changed a little or do you want me to call Bob back and have him join his cheating slut wife for lunch?" Sue immediately went into her purse which was Larry sign he could demand just about anything. He grabbed it and pocketed it. It was time to push her further now that he knew it would take a lot before she might bulk. Larry deliberately knocked her water glass slightly but since the busboy filled it so much it splashed out a significant amount of water. "Look at that." Sue was about to wipe it with her napkin but Larry stopped her. "Either wipe it up with your tits and that slip or use your panty."

Again Sue hesitated. He couldn't expect her to take off her panty right there in the center of this patio café with it nearing capacity. But leaning over and using her tits to slosh it up was unthinkable. He pulled out his phone. "I'm dialing and if that water isn't wiped up before I get hubby, I have some information to tell him." Sue cautiously but quickly worked the panty off her ass and down her legs. More than a few people noticed her taking them off right there. Larry never even pushed the speed call button but she hastily wiped up all the spill with the delicate red panty. Both, Tom the waiter, and the busboy were a couple of the people who witnessed her actions. They both approached with the pretext of aiding in the clean up. Sue's blush was so deep that her whole chest was pink with shame. "Sorry but she spilled some of her water but we didn't want to mess up your nice napkins so she used those." He said pointing to the soaked ball of red material. Could you please remove them?"

As Tom held up and handed the busboy the dripping panty, Sue wanted to crawl away. None of the three men at the table could contain their smiles as her only under clothing was removed. "I think we are ready to order." Larry announced. "But could you give me an opinion first?" Tom stood speechless wondering what this slut would do next. "We are wondering if Sue's outfit looks better as is or with a belt. Stand up and put your belt on and let's see what Tom thinks."

Sue was beginning to enter into her world of submission. Her rational mind blocked out as much as she could while her need to obey took over. When she stood most every table within sight of their table was on her. She took the 3" wide belt. The second she placed it around her slim waist she knew what the consequences would be. As it tighten it also pull the slip inward and up. There wasn't much leeway and soon some of her bush peeked out below the hem. Tom licked his lips and Larry grin as he watched it rise. "Tighter." He commanded. By the time she reached the last belt hole, half her pussy and ass was exposed.

"Belt definitely." Tom choked out.

"I thought so too, Tom." Larry replied. "Leave it on." He commanded.

When Sue sat back down none of her pussy was covered. Tom could see the glistening droplets of the slut's arousal through the clear table top. "Don't you dare cross your legs, slut."

As great of a show as this all was for the staff and most of the male customers of the café, management knew that they had to stop it before a complaint was logged.

"Excuse, but I'm afraid I must ask you and this lady to leave." The café's manager said.

Larry had hoped he could have kept this going a lot longer but realized when to take his chips and run. He went for one last shot. "Now look what you did, Mrs. Banks. Your lewdness has upset these fine people." He said loud and clear. He stuffed a $5 bill in her top next to her tits and told her to tell the waiter you are sorry for making a scene and let him take the tip without your help.

Sue could not imagine she could feel any more humiliated until she had to walk between tables with her cunt and ass exposed until she reached the alcove where the waiters and staff prepared their orders. She walked up to Tom and said she was sorry and told him to reach in and take his tip. Of course Tom did this and more before patting her on her bare ass.

The greasy burger shop a few blocks from Sue's motel had no problems watching the slut made to dip each of her fries in her cunt before eating them. Nor did they care what their clientele might say when Tom had her pull her breasts out of the slip's top.

They finally went back to Sue's room where Larry fucked her several times before tiring out. He then used the belt on her ass using the excuse he hesitated several times when he gave her commands.

Listen up slut. You will leave those curtains open all night and sleep naked without covers. I will check several times throughout the night to make sure you are complying. If I catch you have either closed the curtains or covered up, you'll be sleeping tied spread eagled on one of the chase lounges out by the pool.

Larry left having no intention on losing any sleep to check on the slut. He knew she wouldn't dare disobey. Tomorrow night will be great he thought as he read the instructions this Strict Master guy sent him.

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Chapter 9

The Morning of Her Ordeal

When Susan wrote her Strict Master and told him how her husband's reacted to the dangers and risks she encountered during the forest preserve episode, he knew it was time for him to act. Trent would like to have lured the horny housewife even deeper into her natural submissiveness but he also didn't want to loose out on an opportunity. His month long research into the Banks' life, as well as the Summerville area set up and Bob's work and connections was mostly complete. Much easier to get details, Trent thought to himself when both parties willingly gave him most of what he needed.

Trent had already least and paid 3 month's rent in advance for an ideal location he planned on headquartering out of. He knew he would be getting his costs back 1o fold once his plan went into operation but there were always the risks. The main risk would be resolved tonight when he would meet Susan for the first time. He was 95% certain the things she had told him and her reports were truthful as were the pictures he's received to be up to date but one never knows postively about everything. It was always an exciting time meeting a new acquisition. Although tonight's meeting would only be one sided.

Then there was the little matter of exactly how to proceed after tonight. Situations often dictated this direction but nothing was for sure. Of course at this stage in this slut's time and development effort, Trent knew the tried and true brute force method was always out there but that was always very messy. He'd much rather let her and her husband assist in his success.

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Larry arrived early at the Motel 6. It wasn't part of Strict Master's instructions but he felt why the fuck should he miss out on a good thing. It was true this internet master guy had given him these golden opportunities with this gorgeous hunk of sexy flesh but after yesterday's encounter and her fear of letting her husband know of it, he was relatively certain he could demand most anything from this cunt and get it.

It was 6:30am. Larry quietly approached room 102 and smiled when he saw the curtains were wide open as he had ordered his obedient slut. He first peeked through the window and true to his commands, there she laid, naked, still sleeping without covers over her fetal positioned body. Larry wondered how many people passed by her window last night and maybe this morning and got a surprising look at his submissive slut slave.

The weasel had made his own hasty plan at how to ensure he could keep this wet cunt kneeling on the end of his cock for a long time. He knew he needed the leverage of her fear of her husband's knowledge of their encounter so he decided to make sure this chance was significant enough that he could own her.

Larry pounded on the door before going back to the window to see his naked slut awaken. Damn she was gorgeous. That tight firm ass, small waist and those magnificent nature tits with no sag what so ever. And she was his to do with as he pleased without the hassles of alimony when he tired of her. Not for a long time, he thought. Not as long as she keeps that body in that shape.

Susan carefully open the door just enough to look out at who was there while trying to hide her nudity. Larry pushed it wide open. "Kneel." He demanded.

"Oh shit. Not this scumbag. Not this early." She thought.

"You don't want me to use speed dial 4 do you? Hubby probably wouldn't be in a good mood getting a call from me this early and sure as hell wouldn't like to learn what I could tell him." Susan dropped to her knees as ordered. "I need a morning blowjob. Get started."

Although she couldn't see anybody about the motel court yard, she was still naked and he wanted the blowjob right there in the doorway? "I'll do it Larry but please let me close the window and do it out of sight, please."

What power. What magnificent power he had over her. He enjoyed the fact she was actually pleading to give him a blowjob but inside. No, he thought. I'm in charge here. I say what goes down. "No. And for you hesitation of my command, you will come out here and do it in this hallway."

There was a short moment when Larry thought he might have gone far too soon today. He pulled out his cell phone to insure compliance. Susan began to get up. "No, crawl out here."

What should have been the point of being pushed beyond even her own perverse limits only made Susan's pussy dampen and her nipples swell as she crawled out into the relative openness of the ground floor court yard entrance way. She quickly worked this bastard's cock getting him to the point of cumming very quickly. "I'm going to cum." He said in short breaths and I want you to hold every drop of my cum in your mouth. Do not swallow….. ohh shit yes!" he said as his body shook and he pulled Sue's head hard against himself. It was hard like this not to swallow as spurt after spurt of cum shot into her mouth but she managed to retain most of it. He would never know she swallowed a little.

Larry smiled down at his slave kneeling at his feet. "Open and show me." She open her mouth which was filled with white clammy cum. Damn how he loved to feel the power over this woman and he felt this power the most by humiliating her beyond anything he ever considered for any woman. Not that a bastard like him had many women. "You don't swallow a drop on my gift till I say. Do you understand?" Susan nodded.

"Do you have to take a piss?" he asked knowing she just woke up.

Actually Susan had to pee desperately and would have asked him till he punished her for simply suggesting she give him the blowjob inside the room. "I don't suppose you want to piss while standing on the diving board over by the pool." He pointed in the direction. Susan's eyes widened. She no longer doubted this creep wasn't capable of demanding anything of her. Trying as best to plead with her eyes, she shook her head no. "Ok, old Bobby's slut wife did give a pretty good blowjob so you earn a choice." Larry looked into the room and found what he needed while his naked slut remained kneeling just outside the door. He handed her one of the plastic drinking cups and the ice bucket. "You got a choice. Either pee off the diving board or go down to the ice machine. Pee in this cup and bring it back with a bucket of ice."

Susan frantically looked at where the sign for the ice machine was. She was in room 102. Each ice machine was under the middle stairways about 9 rooms down but the worse part was making it there would mean she probably would be visible from the motel office where she was sure someone was awake and on staff at this hour.

"How quickly stupid sluts forget." He snarled at her pleading moans. "Have you already forgotten what happens when slut slaves hesitate? Now you will get the ice from the top floor's machine.

Susan didn't dare hesitate again as she took the cup and bucket and ran to the stairway and up the three flights of stairs only hoping she wasn't seen dashing naked like she was.

It wasn't the first time Roger, the desk clerk spotted one of his guests naked but it had always been at night when the guys or girls were drunk and got wild. He just caught the naked woman turning the corner and up the metal stairs. At each floor her naked body reappeared. Roger got out from behind the counter and watched. It wasn't long before he spotted her once more slowly and cautiously coming down. She appeared to be carrying a cup and one of their ice buckets. When she emerged from the first floor stairwell he backed up a little so she wouldn't see him looking. Fuck, she was sumptuous unlike the two fat chick a month ago wading in the pool at midnight.

When Susan reached the door, it was almost no surprise that it was locked. She placed the bucket down and lightly knocked. She waited a few seconds and knocked again. Not a sound except for noises from one of the rooms above. Susan checked around and knocked for the third time. "Lock yourself out?" The voice from across the court shocked her so much that she nearly dropped the pee cup she was holding. She turned and instinctively tried to cover as the desk clerk walked toward her. There was nothing she could do. She couldn't even speak with Larry's cum held in her mouth.

What a knockout. Roger thought when he was up to her. He took his time fumbling with the keys. "A lot of people lock themselves out because the doors automatically close behind you but usually they come to the desk and request another key." He snickers, but then again they usually aren't dressed like you are."

Susan' blushing face told it all as he finally unlocked the door after getting a total look at her body. Susan stepped in and would have closed the door behind her except Larry was there. "Did you lock yourself out again?" he asked. "Larry held her so desk clerk got an even better look at her. "She was in such a hurry to get something to help wash down her morning mouth that she just ran out without thinking."

This was it, Larry thought. One of those moments of truth. How far could he push her? "Show the nice man why you needed ice to swallow?" Susan shook her head. "Do it slut!" Larry shouted.

Susan opened exhibiting her mouth full of cum. It was obvious what it was and also seem to confirm the urine smell coming from the cup she was holding. Since this guy called her a slut, Roger immediately assumed this was another kinky couple here for their play. Hey as long as he didn't get any complaints he enjoyed seeing a cunt like this one being mastered. "You may swallow my morning gift to you, slut." She heard Larry say. "Then thank the man for letting you into the room."

It was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. It was almost hard to swallow she felt so embarrassed. "Thank you." She managed to whisper.

Roger looked over to Larry. He was such a dorky looking guy. He wondered how the hell he had a woman like this doing these things. "She a whore?"

Larry smiled. "No she doesn't rate that high. She's the wife of one of my clients. Just a slut slave. Check out her cunt. I'll bet you ten bucks she's wetter than hell right now even though she's beet red with embarrassment."

Roger needed not further encouragement. He reached down between Susan's thighs and came up with two glistening wet fingers. "You're right about that mister. She dripping wet."

Roger was about to leave but this horny woman and the probabilities were just too good to not take advantage of. "You know, this room was registered only under one name." His words hit Susan with a ton of bricks. Not for what was implying but the fact she used her real name and address and credit card. "There usually is a penalty for having more people than registered in the room." He lied.

Larry caught the hint. "Gee, rules are rules but maybe as soon as this slut cleans up and gets dressed we can stop by the office and she can make amends for her violation. Perhaps you could think of a way to impose the penalty without involving any cash so you don't get in trouble trying to explain it on the books."

Roger smiled broadly. This guy picked up on his sly remark perfectly. "Great see you both in a little while then."

The second Susan was allowed in the shower, she let the water flush the taste of Larry's cum from her mouth. How she hated how this guys was getting undaunted with exposing her and her submission. She was finding it ever more difficult to continue but he somewhat seemed to have that locked up with holding Bob over her head. Maybe, Bob would understand if she came clean about this whole time. Maybe he'd punch out this fucken asshole. But why, why was her body, her pussy responding like this to such abuse. This wasn't the danger and risk kind of abuse that she experienced in the woods. This was pure degradation but as she fingered herself to a second climax under the water of the shower, she figured she'd perhaps play along a little longer. After all she thought he had the sanction of Strict Master but if he goes too far, she promised herself she would stop him cold.

When she exited the shower she noticed most of her things were missing except for her purse and make up bag. Larry was not in the room either. Sue checked the drawers. All her clothes except for the short white slip, the belt and her heels were gone. Resolved to the fact she would have to dress in the revealing outfit once more, Sue began applying her make up and tried to make herself as presentable as possible.

She heard the key in the door. Larry looked at his prize as she prepared herself for him. "You got five minutes to finish up and get your ass in the office. They got free coffee and donuts and you have an appointment with Roger to settle up your account.

Sue was sure that meant another blowjob or maybe even a fucking. She really could use a good fucking right now she thought. What a real slut I've become hoping either a slime ball like Larry or this desk clerk would fuck me. She thought. Sue glanced at her wedding ring. She kissed it and whispered. "I do love you Bob."

The slip with the belt on the loosest hole already allowed the hem show nearly the bottom third of her ass and only barely covered her pussy. Larry of course recognized immediately that it could be shorter. Tighten that belt, all the way, slut." Without hesitation, she obeyed. Her pussy was exposed as was most of her ass. Larry was about to say something else when an elderly man came in to check out. His surprised look at the shameless woman was priceless. All Susan could do was blush and endure the embarrassment.

When he left, the clerk looked up. "A second person in the room is usually an additional $10 charge. I figured a lash on that fine rump of yours is worth maybe .50 apiece. What do you think Larry?"

"Twenty. Sounds fair to me. Don't you agree slut?"

It sounded like a lot to her but she knew better than to argue.

"Let's see, 103 Mrs. Susan Banks registered yesterday, checking out Friday morning. So that is a surcharge of $20 or forty lashes." Larry couldn't hold back his laugher when Susan began shaking.

"No please that is too much at one time." She pleaded.

"The woman might be right. She's got a hell of a night ahead of herself." Larry snickered.

"Ok then. Where else can this slut be whipped besides her ass?" Roger asked. "How about her cunt or tits?"

"No, no not there. Please no." She clearly remembered the pain from the whipping she took in the preserves.

"Answer the man. You want them on your cunt or tits?"

Why, why was she beginning to leak fluids? She wanted so much to drop to the floor and finger herself. "My breasts." She answered.

"I'm thinking, tits lashes should be worth at least a dollar a pop." Larry interjected.

"Deal."

Take the belt off so Roger can use it.

With now shaking hands, Susan grudgingly obeyed.

"Where do you want her?" Larry asked. "You can take your time and space them out because I have a couple of errands to finish up in the room which should take me about an hour. Send her back on her hands and knees holding the dress in her mouth." Larry chuckled at his inventiveness. Roger directed the pair to a room in the back just off the front desk. When Larry spotted the support pole his eyes lit up. "You got any rope around here?"

Roger brought out a pile of white clothes line cord as well as thin rough hemp packaging twine. Larry ordered Sue to bend forward and in a few minutes he had looped several tight rounds of the thin hemp around the base of her breasts. As hit tightened them and tied them off, he explained to Roger the thin cord cuts deeper into tender flesh like tits and it won't be long before her tits swell out into solid even more tender targets for the belt.

Susan was regretting offering her tits as the punishment targets.

Next Larry pushed her back up against the poll and tied her wrists behind it. With her wrists held behind the pole, Susan felt the extra tension on her bloated noosed tits. Suddenly she felt Larry working more rope at her elbows and although with the pole in her back he couldn't rope her elbows close enough to touch. He did pull then so Susan's body was screaming from the tight restraint.

The results were she was presented as nothing but tits to the clerk with the belt.

Larry looked back at the helpless woman and smiled. He was her owner right now. Those tits, cunt and as were his to do with as he wished.

Larry suggested gagging her because she will begin to scream now that her tits are so taunt and tender. "Don't use the buckle but lay into those beauties. And if you think you didn't get a good lick at one, take it over. I'm sure the slut will understand and not want to cheat you out of any of your payments. Don't be too much over and hour. I want to fuck her ass before taking off." Larry turned then spotted the item he had brought with him to the office. "Oh yah, one more thing." He said handing Roger the plastic cup with the mixture of ice and piss. Give her this to down after each set of 5 lashes. If she hesitates even for a moment to gulp it, tell her that set doesn't count. Make sure she knows it's her own piss."

Larry laughed as he left the motel office and headed back to Susan's room.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

Chapter 10 Pluck-Plink

Larry had used and abused the 30 year old woman until around 5 when they both had to get ready for the evening's ordeal. She finally opened the envelope containing her instructions as to what to do with the items she was told to bring.

The instructions told her to cut 2 dozen various lengths of fish line. None under 6 inches in length, none over two feet in length. Next she was to take each cut length and entwine four cunt hairs around each piece and glue the hairs to the lines. Sue was very hesitant about why she should do this but followed her internet master's commands. It took nearly an hour to carefully connect strands of cunt hairs to each of the 24 strands. Some globs of the super glue caught more than the required 4 hairs but at least she was done.

She stood up and felt ridicules with the strands hanging down from her pussy. She was allowed now to read the next instructions. It told her she was to show up at Chaves Lopez High School wearing the summer dress. Once there she was to take the second outfit consisting of only the thong, heels and brief boy's t-shirt and place it behind the boy's gym, then find the high school ball field and wait for Larry.

For Larry's part, things were a lot more complicated. He had no idea what all the stuff was for but he wasn't about to piss off Sue's online master by fucking anything up.

At about 7 pm Sue got in her car and drove to the high school. She located the ball field as well as the boy's gym. Carefully she concealed the several items of clothing near the back of the building before returning to the field. There were several young teens hitting the ball around. They spotted the shapely woman in the way too short loose dress. The cures of her ass cheeks peeking out while the light breeze threaten to expose much more of her than she wanted before these young men. Sue was also conscious of the fish lines glues to her cunt hairs. She had been able to gather them and keep them out of sight by stuffing the loose ends into her own cunt. She didn't know what else to do with them and surely didn't want to exposed them with the very short dress she was wearing.

Susan was very uncomfortable waiting around but knew she had to stay where told. Trouble was these 6 kids. She really didn't like the idea of exposing her submission to anyone this young but the outfit she wore would attract any red blooded male let alone teenage boys.

The evening breeze was becoming a problem for the short hem. Sue decided it might be easier to sit down to keep the skirt's hem from floating up. She went to the bleachers but soon discovered sitting in such a short dress meant her bare ass would be on the narrow metal seats. She flinched as her ass touched the cool metal. She had to laugh to herself thinking there could be a lot worse things done with her ass tonight than feeling a little cold on it.

Sue did her best to keep her legs tightly closed as she watched the young guys gather together and looking toward her. She didn't like this one bit but could not leave or it might be interrupted that she had chickened out. The guys were now unmistakably coming towards her.

For no logical reason other than perhaps to move further away from the teens, Sue moved up two rows on the 6 row bleaches but rather than avoiding the young men, she didn't realize in the scant dress she became more visible to them. A couple of them laughed as they realized this hot woman had to be wearing an awful skimpy thong and the setting sun behind her clearly displayed she wasn't wearing anything under that top.

"Hey what's happening?" one of them said as they stood at the foot of the bleachers.

Sue clasped her hands together on her tightly closed legs. "Nothing much fellas. I'm just out for a little fresh air."

"Never seen you here before. My friends call me Laps because I'm on the track team." He said. "That's Tony, Joe, JJ, Paul and Perky over there. He said pointing to one of the guys who made his way to the side of the bleachers. "Do you like baseball?"

Sue realized by climbing up the two rows she was trapped. If she stood up to leave at that height, her cunt and ass would be completely displayed to the guy's eye level. She played along. "Yah, I kind of like it. I like to watch armatures like you guys. You, ah.. You guys done playing for ah… for now?"

What Sue didn't know was the guy they called Perky went under the bleaches and he was trying to signal the remainder of his buddies that this chick didn't have anything on under her dress. JJ noticed him gesturing for him to come under with him. He soon slipped away from the other four while Laps and Sue engaged in pointless banter.

Meanwhile Sue was so focused on keeping herself covered and hoping they would tire of this mindless conversation, she was oblivious to the prankster Perky who now positioned his head so that he was looking right up Sue's thighs from underneath and began flicking his tongue in a mock licking gesture.

By now they all saw the two under the bleaches and were all silently informed she was pantiless. The four in front of her spread out slightly making it harder for Sue to keep the sides of her bare ass concealed as well as her front. Her hands played with the brief dress.

It was JJ who pointed to the jagged ends of the metal screws protruding from under the seats. Both boy carefully grabbed one side each of the dress' hem and hooked it over the screw several times without notice to Sue. They gave the thumbs up when Perky once again stuck his head up under her legs then said in a loud voice, "Everything looks ok from down here.

Sue was so startled she jumped up immediately. The guys didn't know it at the time but the portion of the dress they each hooked on the screw heads were the thin summer dress' seams. Sue's quick jump and reaction tore the dress half way up on the left side and broke both spaghetti shoulder straps. Sue literally jumped up and out of the dress as it ripped.

After the initial shock one hand went to her chest to cover herself while she pulled on the still snagged dress. The guys were in hysterical laugher as this sexy naked woman ended up tearing more and more of the remains as she frantically pulled on it.

"Look at her cunt man." Someone shouted seeing the 2 dozen fish lines glued to her cunt hairs and stuffed up into her. Sue immediately covered herself there leaving her bare tits exposed. "Please go." She shouted at them. But something told the guys this wasn't a natural reaction to ask them to please go after what happened.

"Why did you do that to your pussy, lady?" Laps questioned.

"Nothing, just please leave me alone." She said trying to deal what was left of the dress. All she could do was wrap it around her waist and use her hands to cover her large tits. Tits larger than most of the guys ever saw up close.

In spite of their prank there had to be a reason she wasn't screaming at them nor run away herself. "We want to know what's with the things attached to your cunt hair."

There wasn't any logical explanation. Hell, Sue didn't know why she was told to do it herself. "It's a like an initiation thing." She came up with.

"For what?"

"It's just something I joined and …." Sue couldn't think straight she was so flustered.

It was obvious to all the guys she was lying and yet she remained before them like this.

"How about you taking that off and showing us your cunt and ass again." He said knowing he was pushing his luck but what the hell did he and his buddies have to lose? It was getting dark now and they had something here they couldn't figure out.

"No. Just leave me alone." She replied "And get out of here." She added.

Instead of leaving Laps and Tony came up on her sides while the other two stood before her.

"Please guys please go."

By this point the guys knew they had her. "Not until you do three things then we'll leave you alone to your initiation thing."

With a sigh, she asked what. "First take that off and show us your body." Sue felt she had no choice other than to call off master's ordeal. She'd be damned after paying so dearly with Larry to loose that experience.

Sue untied the remains of the dress. It was taken from her so she couldn't relent. Tony and Laps had her sit back down then each pulled on her legs to spread her wide open. With little resistance they knew they had this woman. "Now pull out these lines and let's see what is on the other end. We don't want to get into trouble with the cops if you're wired." He joked.

To everyone's surprise they were just fish line glued to her pussy hair. "What is that for?" Laps asked.

"Honest I don't know. Its part of the initiation." She half lied.

When several of the guys pulled on a few of the lines, Sue may have figured out what they were for as the slightest pull on just one line sent a shocking pain to her pussy area.

By now several hands were pawing at her tits and ass. Sue wanted this over. "What is the last thing."

Laps grinned. "We each get to fuck you right here." He said not knowing if the others wanted to do it."

"No, but I'll give you a blow jobs." She offered.

Sue was moved down the bleachers and the line formed. Thank goodness they were so worked up that all but Joe came within a few moments.

Someone tossed the torn remains of her dress as they waved and thanked her. "See you tomorrow if you want lady."

As Sue watched the young kids leaving it struck her just how low she had sunk. Even teenage boys immediately recognize her as a slut to be played with and abused. And how sick was the fact that her cunt just gushed in response to what her brain was telling her was so very wrong?

Susan didn't have much time to lament on this fact because Larry came up from behind. "I see old Bob's slut wife can't go for long without sucking or fucking just any cocks."

Susan blushed again. Was this true or just the situation Strict Master puts her in? For the first time she noticed all the items Larry had brought along. "You know this online master of yours sure makes things complicated. I mean if it was up to me I would just cuff you out here and let anyone who comes along fuck you but he has to make it interesting for you, I guess."

Larry had an ice chest and a bag of items, none of which could she yet see. "Do you have all the items your master told you to bring?" Sue nodded yes and pointed to a small plastic bag she had with her. Larry pulled out several papers which obviously had his instructions on them and read. Soon he emptied the contents of Sue's bag. He moved the whip to the side. "Well the first thing I'm suppose to tell you is to strip but I guess you couldn't wait." He joked. "Next you are to cuff your own wrists behind your back. Kind of a symbol that you are willingly delivering yourself into this ordeal." Sue picked up the cuffs off the bleachers bench. She was more than aware of the fact that once locked on her wrists she'd be completely helpless but as far as willingly submitting to her Strict Master's will, hell the past 32 hours with Larry already made that statement. The more time she had to allow this guy to use her, the more repulsive she felt about him and yet she was committed to obey. The sound of the cuffs ratcheting closed upon her wrists behind her back was a distinctive and decisive sound of submission to her master. She felt several trickles of her cunt juices run down between her legs. The sound for Larry was wickedly arousing. His cocks strained to get at this tantalizing piece of ass.

Susan noticed he immediately picked up the only key to her cuffs and pocketed it. She let out a sigh knowing at the moment he owned her.

"I think we will divert just slightly from these instructions and take care of this, he said rubbing the budge in his pants."

It wasn't that Sue was afraid of getting fucked again by this creep but she really didn't want him to think he could go outside the lines of what her master was instructing him to do. After all who knows where he might take this. Sue decided to take a stance. "No. just do what the instructions say." The naked and helplessly cuffed captive challenged.

The surprised Larry thought for a second. Usually if a woman spoke like this to him he would meekly resign to whatever was said. But it finally hit him, he was in charge for the first time. "Ok, have it your way, do this yourself. See ya around Mrs. Banks." He said as he turned and slowly began to walk away from her. The finality of the locked cuffs mocked the helpless woman as she struggled with the situation she just put herself in. She called him back.

Larry turned with an evil grin. He cupped the helpless woman's breast. Slowly working his fingers down to her distended aroused nipple. Susan gasped as he toyed with the hard bud. How she hated just how easily her body responded to such abuse. But the loathed the fact that she couldn't disguise her arousal to him.

"Get on your knees and beg me to fuck you up the ass." There was little she knew she could do but give him what he wanted. It was extremely humiliating to have to kneel before him and beg to be ass fucked but it's what she did.

As Larry pounded into her ass while she was bent over one of the bleacher benches, Sue thought about how depraved she had sunk to do this to get her kicks. Here she was out in the relative openness of the ball field, being butt fucked by a man she had quickly hatred. His thrust pushed her helpless breasts up and back over the rough metal bleacher seats. Her pussy and clit also rubbed into the edge she was leaning over. She couldn't avoid this with her hands cuffed behind her back but soon the irritation turned into a stimulation she didn't want to experience. In no time she was panting and begging to cum.

But Larry had little care for her needs as he shot his load up in her backside, grunted and laid over on his captive's body. "Please, please make me cum." Sue pleaded.

Not my job slut. We got work to do.

With that Larry began setting up her torment. When he was done Sue was totally confused. He had taken a large block of ice from the ice chest he had brought. Upon it he placed a flat board. This was a few feet from the baseball back stops fencing. He next made the cuffed woman carefully stand up on this board, making sure she had her balance upon what was a very unstable surface. Next Larry went to work and he stood upon the ice chest and one by one took hold of the 2 dozen strings glued to her few cunt hairs. He began tying each string to different heights and openings on the fence. Some were tired to the popsicle sticks and just fitted trough the chain link fence holes

The concept struck her immediately. If she lost her balance, she'd rip all of the pubic hairs she had glues the sting to. She began pleading for Larry to stop this. He of course ignored her.

By the time he was done he explained that jumping off the block would be a quick but extremely painful way to get over this ordeal. Although each string was only attached from 4 to 6 pubic hairs the accumulation would be very excruciating. However a slut like her should be able to take the tearing out of one string at a time.

Sue now knew why she was told to cut each string a different length. So they would pull at different times and create an ever endless torture.

You get to decided how long you will be out here but with the ice melting in this warm night air you will lose some cunt hairs no matter what.

"Go ahead and jump and get it over with." Larry taunted her. She had suspicions if she dared to do this, would there be an alternative torments she would endure?

Sue already knew she couldn't deal with the pain of a quick yanking of some 100 or so hairs at one time.

"Ok then. Just two more things." Larry said taking out the whip Sue had brought and the black marker he had. Larry began writing across her lovely ass. "WHIP ME. I'M A SLUT." Larry read her what he had written. "I might as well go first." He said picking up the whip again.

Larry gave her 10 good lashes while she was forced to struggled to remain as still as possible so as not to slip off the ice block from any violent movement. It was pure Strict Master torture. Making her struggle to hold motionless for the pain to avoid an even worse agony.

"Now for the icing on the cake." He mumbled. Larry shoved vibrating eggs up into her wet cunt. The wire and controls lead down to the ground. He flicked it on. Sue immediately reacted and felt the board wiggled unsteadily beneath her. She controlled her movement.

Larry finally packed up and was obviously ready to leave. "You aren't just going to leave me like this are you?" she asked. "Please Larry I'll let you fuck me again. Larry!" she screamed after him as he walked away.

Only a depraved master could come up with such a torment. The vibrating eggs quickly aroused her cunt to the limits however she could not even move her legs together or lose her balance. This left her at the same peak of arousal without any possible relief. Meanwhile her legs were beginning to ach from being in the same position. She began to sweat. Damn how she wanted to cum.

Slowly and exasperatingly over the hours the block of ice melted away. By end of hour 2, 5 fish lines ripped out cunt hairs as she was slowly lowered. Several more lines were painfully pulling on her cunt but she still couldn't imagine the pain multiple ripping out of hair would feel.

It was around 11 when she heard someone approaching. She couldn't believe how her attitude changed and prayed it was Larry coming back for her.

It was difficult to look over her should but knew immediately the man approaching her was not Larry.

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Chapter 11 Master Meets Sub

"Hot damn." She heard him mutter as he closed in on her defenseless body. "I was pretty sure what I saw was a naked body way out here but it didn't make any sense but I can see you are one of those perverted twits that like to play kinky games outdoors." He said in a thick Southern draw.

"Please help me get down. We were playing a little game," Susan lied, "but it got carried away. Could you please help me down?"

The silence seemed to last forever. "No, no I don't think so. Seems like to me someone went through a whole lot of trouble with you out here but I will cooperate." He added.

"Please, yes anything." She replied thinking this man was referring to helping her.

"Seems you like getting whipped, it says back here on that pretty ass of yours."

"No, no that was just a joke that….." Susan never finished her sentence when she felt the first of the most painful stinks she had yet ever felt from a whip. This man seem to know how to use a whip in the most wicked of ways with the most painful impact. Her jerking tore more cunt hairs that were being pulled the most severely at that moment. Another then another equally harsh blows rained down on her ass until it felt like her ass was on fire. Then the leather began to strike higher. Her back and the sides of her breasts were the targets. She begged and begged for him to stop but her pleading only seem to get him to intensify each lash after such a plea.

Finally, he stopped. Susan was panting and sweating. She had never felt such pain in her life. The man came around to her front where there were still 8 strings left tied to the backstop and her cunt. She knew what was coming as he played with the taunt strings. This man was sadistic. He slowly pulled on one string at a time making sure each cunt hair was being pulled as painfully as possible till they finally gave way and plucked out from her bush. All Sue could do was shake her head no as she gasped in pain.

At last she was freed from the torturous cunt strings but being still cuffed and with such weak legs from enduring her stance, Susan was helpless to avoid anything this man wanted to do with her.

Through tear blurry eyes she finally could see her tormentor. He was a dark hair man with a mustache and a nasty looking scar across the side of his face. Susan couldn't know this was her internet Strict Master. Nor would she know one of his early professions and long time hobbies was a theatrical makeup artist. The scar, the black hair, puffy eye brows and even his skin tone was all fake. This was Trent William's introductory meeting with his prospective acquisition and so far what he had saw delighted him and he began positioning the fatigued woman for another round of lashes.

Susan's cuffs were roped above her head once more to the backstop fencing. He used a rope around her right ankle, threaded and pulled her leg high up on the same fencing. Nearly drained from his earlier ass whipping and the hours of suffering all Susan could do was watch as he prepared her for what would be even worse pain. Positioned as she was, she knew her breasts would be targeted but what really terrified her was now her pain ridden pussy was invitingly wide open to this man.

Trent noticed her cunt too but what he noticed the most was how her juices were leaking from her swollen lips. The man shoved two fingers up into her saturate cunt. Susan's head flew backwards and she grunted a plea for him to fuck her. Susan shook the fencing as he played with her eager cunt, then he slowed down his tempo, knowing the woman was about to cum. "Please, please more, make me cum." She pleaded.

"All this and all you can think about is getting fucked." The man more stated than asked.

"Yes, fuck me. You can fuck me."

His laugh made her shiver. "I think I can do anything I want with you right now, slut. But I love to hear you beg." His one hand now at her lips for her to lick off her own juices while the other played with one of her nipples. "Beg me to fuck you, slut. Beg to pay for a fuck."

Please, sir. Please fuck me. Please I'll do anything to cum right now."

This man knew how to play with a horny desperate woman. He lightly rubbed her clit and continued to roll her nipple between his fingers. Susan's frantically humped his touch as much as her restrained body could. "Will you offer your tits and cunt to the lash in payment, slut?

"Yes, she cried. Fuck me and you can whip my cunt and tits." She offered without thinking of how much pain it could be. Then again he'd probably do it anyway.

"I think not." He responded to the frustrated woman. "I think the payment comes first and the fucking after."

Susan would agree to most anything at the moment.

When the first lash struck her left tit, it was with such power that the breasts slapped up against the right on. Sue was still crying out from that first blow when an equally powerful lash stuck her right tit. Her cry became a gurgling moaning. Some dozen criss-cross lash lines streaked her breasts until he halted his onslaught. Susan breasts heaved as she fought for breath. The man positioned himself to her side. She was barely aware of his arm reading itself for another stroke.

The snap and electrifying pain delivered to her nipple made Susan slump in her secured bonds. She was sure he had slip her nipple open with that lash but Trent was a very proficient torturer. Of course the other nipple soon received the same fate before he let her catch her breath. He wanted her to be able to be able to absorb as much of that pain and then realize his next target would be her open cunt. To emphasis this he asked what else she offered in payment?

Susan's panic was sheer delight to the sadistic man. She frantically pulled on the unrelenting ropes that held her leg up and spread vulnerably open to the whip. "Please no. Please not there. Please I beg you, not there."

Of course in Trent's game, a sub's petrified begging was a reward for a whipping well done. Nothing a sub could say would stop his final assault. Susan couldn't even scream as her open cunt received 6 deeply etched red lines. To Trent's surprise she didn't pass out until the last one. "Gee, too bad you decided to fall asleep cunt. I guess you won't enjoy this fucking as much as I will." He said as he positioned his hard cock at her swollen cunt's opening.

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When Susan regained consciousness, she was laying on the ground. All the paraphernalia, Larry had brought was gone as was the man who whipped and fucked her unconscious body. Susan was still cuffed and as she painfully began to get up she realized the vibrating butt plug which had been up her ass for the entire evening was once again buzzing strong. Someone had to have replaced the worn drown vibrator batteries with new ones. Susan didn't know if it was the strainger or fucken Larry but whoever collected the ropes and stuff, simply left her there on her own.

Susan noticed it was beginning to get light. It wouldn't be long before some of the school's team players would show up for early work out. She had to get up and get to the clothes she had placed behind the boy's gym.

Susan grunted in pain as she moved her sore limbs to get up to a kneeling position. Her arms once again cuffed behind her back screamed in pain from being locked so long. Then it dawned on her, the guy had the key to her cuffs when he repositioned her for her whipping. What if he took it with him. He was obviously cruel enough to do something like that, she thought. When she finally was able to stand, she detect the stream of cum oozing out from her distended cunt lips. The bastard not only fucked her but without a condom.

Susan made the agonizingly walk to the gym. Her one joy was seeing the handcuff key laying on the skimpy outfit she was left with. Freed at last of the cuffs, she took the time to rub her sore wrists and arms. For the first time, she realized she had no car, no money and with a thing and crop top and the heels she was wearing very little clothing and had to get back to the motel. She knew she would be forced to walk back. It was nearly two miles she'd be exposed in the scanty outfit that exposed most of the unmistakable whip marks on her body. If her pussy wasn't so sore she would have fingered herself to a climax as she thought about this most humiliating walk.

During the nearly 2 mile walk back to her motel, Susan had time to think. She already knew she would have to unconditionally stop this game. It had gone so far beyond any limits she ever imagined and reached what she felt was the maximum of her own humiliation endurance and pain threshold. There wasn't one thing she could think of that would change her mind and yet as perhaps the 25 th car honked ay her scantily clothed body, her damn horny pussy was so far beyond saturating the thin strap of material that didn't quit cover her sore and partially plucked cunt. One thing was for sure she told herself when she finally could touch her swollen pussy, she was going to shave the remaining hair so nothing like this could ever happen again.

"What was wrong with her? She muttered to herself.

"Fucken A, babe. How much honey?" someone screamed from a passing car.

What was wrong with herself. Her body was excited once again. Her abused, severely whipped nipples were hard and hurt under the small crop top. Her pussy now was leaking down between her thighs. Susan quicken her pace. This has to be over with.

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"Of course," she thought to herself, "it's not over yet. Why would one of Strict Master's ordeals be merely as simple at the past days?" When Susan completed the most humiliating and embarrassing walk she had very taken, she soon discovered that Larry had arraigned to have her checked out of her room. Her bags with her clothes as well as everything else she had except for the crop top and thong panty she was wearing was gone. "Your boyfriend took your things and said they would be back at your house." Roger, the same front desk clerk who had sampled her submission the day before, told her. "Damn, you sure got yourself a beating last night now didn't you slut?" he asked as he came around the desk and saw her whole body. "Look at those stripes." He said tracing several across her ass and waist..

Susan was tired. She'd reached her limit and this grease ball was as bad as Larry. She didn't need to deal with him. She thought. Susan backed away from his ever more blatant groping.

Roger Kline was not a particularly nervy man, especially when it came to women and particularly a woman with the looks Susan possessed. However, because of the brief time Larry gave him with this hot sub, then memory of this thrill gave him the courage to take a chance. Not even knowing what he intended to do other than have a little more time playing with this kinky woman, Roger reached out to stop her from moving away. There wasn't much to gab on to so when his hand grabbed at the skimpy cut crop top and pulled it shocked the hell out of him. The thin cotton top, already cut to display plenty of cleavage, was weak to start. Roger was stunned to see those magnificent pair of tits with as many strip marks as her ass. If he wasn't so mesmerized at the site, he would have followed in instinct and begged her forgiveness, pleading he didn't mean to do that. Instead, Susan's head drop in a sign of defeat. She was so obviously anyone's slut that the boys last night, Bob's hated software salesman, some stranger who came along and now this jerk could do anything with her and she was in no position to resist.

"What do you want?" she asked. "But please no more beating. I'm too sore."

Roger Kline swallowed, the words, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, which were just on the tip of his tongue. Take that rag off and that thong too." He commanded in his squeaky voice.

When the beauty complied without hesitation, he knew he had to take advantage of this last golden opportunity. Larry had felt Susan's car keys at the desk with instruction to simply give it back to her whenever she showed up. The final humiliation was for her to have to drive home in the scanty outfit but that was it.

"Your boy friends told me I have a full hour to do whatever I wanted with you and if you cooperated, then and only then, I should give you your car keys back." He lied. On your knees, slut."

Susan looked around. Other than her high heels she was completely naked in this open window lobby.

"Play with yourself while I find some rope."

Susan tried to plead that her pussy was so sore from last night's action but when he shouted she just earned herself a second hour, she knew she was trapped. So gently and yet effectively she began small swirling motions around her clit and finally up and down her wet slit. There was nothing more she would love to do than cum right now but this was utterly obscene, like this.

By the time, the clerk came back with cords of rope, she was panting and into it. "You are one hell of a slut." He said. "Get up and turn around."

In a few moments, Susan was once again nude and helpless.

The one good thing for Susan was the clerk could not leave his post at the desk. Granted the job paid piss but for someone like Roger, it was all he could get. Well, he was getting head under the counter and did fuck a fantastic slut and enjoyed looking at her nakedness but after two hours he untied Susan. He handed her the thong and ripped top. Tying the pieces in the middle made it even more revealing but just slightly better than driving home topless. Finally, she was in her car. This was over. And now she had to face Bob about her lie and what happen to her.

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Chapter 12 I swear it's over

Fortunately for Susan, when she arrived home Bob's car was not in the driveway. During most of her drive home she wondered just how to initially talk with her husband about her condition. After all she was only in a scanty crop top, a thong and a pair of heals. Her body was pretty much covered with whip marks and bruised from her upper thighs to her upper chest. Sue was more than prepared to tell her husband most everything that happen and would have followed up with this was the end of her toying with dangerous reality experiences but at least now she could run in and get some clothes on.

Sue had been either completely naked or scantily exposed so much over the past days that she wasn't even thinking as she stepped out of her car and head toward the front door in her condition. It was only when she heard the Daniel's dog start to bark did it hit her just how shamelessly exposed she was right in her neighborhood. She frantically worked the key into the lock hoping none of her straight laced neighbors had spotted her.

Once inside the sanctuary of her home, she took a deep breath and began feeling both relief as well as extreme guilt for what she allowed done to herself. As sexually satisfying as her twisted exploits were to her, it all had gone way beyond her kinkiest imagination. This was it. The games were getting out of hand. Her own will power and cravings were way beyond control.

Sue noticed the note on the kitchen counter.

Honey,

Sorry I couldn't be there when you got home from your trip but I got called into office with a problem. I may not get back till late this evening so don't hold dinner for me.

PS: Hope the spa treatment worked it's magic on you. You deserve this kind of special pampering.

Love you,

Bob

At first his last sentence scared Susan. It almost sounded sarcastic. "You deserve this kind of special pampering." Could Bob have known about what she had actually done? Did that fuck head Larry tell him how she had been continuing the games behind his back and this was his way of letting her know his resentment? Susan felt her nipples once again stiffen with unwanted excitement as she fantasized about her husband punishing her even further for what she risked.

"No, not Bob." She thought. "He was understanding to the extreme and he loved her too much to punish her to the degree she deserved for being so disloyal to him. But while she envisioned him using a belt on her extremely sore and bruised tits and ass and making her admit to her worthless sluttiness and begging his forgiveness, she had her fingers into her own cunt and was about to climax once more. Damn her orgasm were so strong like this. Susan slumped from the chair to the floor while her body shook in ecstasy.

When she finally came down from her high, a tear formed in the corner of Sue's eye. Bob was so good and so understanding and she felt so guilt-ridden about her actions. She immediately went up and soaked in the tub to help begin the healing process of her body and her physic. She hurt most everywhere. Her breasts and nipples were so sensitive she could only drip warm water over them. The bruises on her ass and thighs hurt to sit on while in the tub but the warm water with the lotions felt so great. Since she had all day to work on her recovery, Sue planned on a couple more soakings, however she didn't delay in taking the opportunity to shave the ruminants for her cunt hair. She never wanted to feel the pain of having the hair ripped from her pussy again even if she was planning on stopping these insane assignments.

By early afternoon, Sue surprisingly felt much better. She wore a very loose top and a pair of shorts. Even her still swollen nipples felt a little less tender. She was planning on soaking in a second bath when the phone rang. The sore and stiffened 30 year old grunted and moaned like an old lady to get up to answer it. If it wasn't for the fact it might be her husband calling she would have left the answering machine get it.

It wasn't her husband it was the sleazebag Larry Parker. "Well hello slut, happy to hear from me?" he sarcastically asked. "I assume you got home all safe and sound without giving much more tail for your release." She heard him chucking on the other end of the line.

"Fuck off Larry. I'm done with all this. You had your fun but it's over. Stop bothering me." She resolutely told him.

"But baby you're a natural slut. Your cunt gushes the second anyone touched you. Especially with a whip."

"Listen asshole. Listen good. That was the end. If you don't hang up right this minute, I'll go out to the garage and get Bob this minute and let him explain it to you." Sue lied.

"Awe gee slut, I was hoping we could kind of go over some of these great pictures I took of your last couple of days of slutting around. But if you want Bob to join us that's fine." Larry replied, knowing he had just spoken to Sue's husband at his office only a few minutes ago and knew she was lying.

For a second, hearing about possible pictures of her in action distraught the young woman but there was no way she was going to allow this scum to blackmail her. Her husband was semi-aware of her actions and figured her facing Bob would be 10 times better than giving Larry any leverage. "Fuck off. I don't care what you got." She slammed the phone down.

Sue couldn't believe Larry Parker would even consider his hand at blackmailing her. He already knew her husband was aware of most of her activities so what did he think he could do other than to hurt Bob? But then he'd loose one of his best client too. For the next hour, Sue thought about the call. More so she thought about the possible pictures he might have of her over the past couple of days of depravity. "You're a fucken sicko." She muttered to herself when she realized just how wet she was becoming from this reflection of the past days. What in hell was wrong with me? Only a few hours earlier she wished she never started this online submission and already she playing with herself again as she thought about how shamefully she acted and how depraved she was treated.

It turned out, Bob didn't get home until late. Sue couldn't wait up considering the trying night she'd endured. The next morning, they had very little time together before Bob had to leave. He never even asked how her spa experience was. It was best. Sue wouldn't have to lie and her bruises were quickly healing. It would probably be best not to tell him the truth, however she would begin the process of putting an end to her relationship with Strict Master and of course Larry.

Originally her plan was to simply to no longer communicate with Strict Master but as time passed she realized he had just given her what she wanted or suggested she craved. Well maybe a lot more but she would write her report and end it with a farewell message.

Typing the events excited her. There was something about recalling the events as well as imagining anything before hand. The actual encounters were often not as powerful as her fantasies. She realized this was because dealing with much of the intense pain focused her attention while her recall or imagination would stimulate her body's sexual reaction. These stimulations were a hundred times more intense knowing she would or had actually experienced the ordeals rather than just reading a story or reading another's report. If only she could record one of these ordeals and replay it anytime she wanted.

To her surprise, her report came to 14 pages. As she reread it, she played with herself and climaxed three times. The lowly slut, that inspired such reaction was her.

At the end of the report, Sue added a line that said she wished to end this relationship. His assignments had gotten too intense for her and her husband. She thanked him in spite of her mixed feelings and she mentioned how she felt about everything, including her thoughts about her thoughts about a recorded ordeal but realized it was probably out of the question.

Send! There it went. Sue let out a sigh. She would go back to being Mrs. Susan Banks. Summerville resident and neighbor, dedicated wife, and supportive aunt to her niece Pamela. She felt both relieved and yet saddened.

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By the following morning, Susan felt a lot better. No, she had not blocked out what she had done but her resolve was growing. She would dedicate herself to showing her husband just how loving and sexy she could be for him.

It was around 10 am that the doorbell rang. Without checking, she open it to find Larry Parker grinning at her. Her instincts were to slam the door shut but he blocked this. "Get the fuck out of here before I call the police." She said, as she kept trying to close the door.

"Hold on there Susan. I know how you feel but I suggest you at least listen to me before you do anything stupid."

"I told you, it's over. I told Bob everything about this last ordeal and it's cool so take your fucken blackmail pictures or whatever you got planned and shove them up your ass." She shouted.

Susan didn't like the fact that any of her stern words weren't making any impact upon him. "I swear if you don't let go of the door right this minute I will call the cops."

"Fine. I wanted to give you one opportunity to clear the slate clean but while your talking to the cops, show them a copy of this picture with you and those kids from the ball field. Bob may have thought everything is cool but the courts now days don't usually look as leniently upon a slut fucking around with under aged kids." He said tossing a picture on the entranceway floor before letting go of the door and causing it to slam shut.

Susan immediately grabbed the photo. There she was totally naked on her knees blowing one of the boys while the others stood inline for their turn. Larry must have had a zoom lens to capture her so clearly. So blatantly guilty. Her heart pounded as she thought about what he had said. Even for a minute if she could convince the police or a judge of a scenario other than the truth, the case would be devastating to Bob as well as herself. Sue quickly open the door. Larry was half way between the house and his car parked on the street. "Wait!" she called. "Hold on Larry. Please don't do this. I want to stop."

Larry turned slowly. He could not hold back the grin on his face. "Sure you do slut but you got you pay for that privilege."

"Please no more." Sue pleaded. Larry turned and only took two steps before she stopped him again. "What do you want." She asked feeling that sickening feeling in her stomach.

"One party. One wild party so old Larry can show his friends just how he can control a slut like you."

Susan shook. She didn't believe he would stop at one simple party and let her go but if she could at least get the pictures of her with the boys back, she was sure Bob and her could deal with the rest. "Just one party, right? She asked.

"Can't hear you too well babe." Sue invited him in. "No wouldn't want to degrade my best client's home. I'll meet you out back and we can talk on the deck." The idea to push her now that he knew he once again had her was just too much to pass up. "Naked, of course, and with your hands cuffed behind your back like the obedient slut slave you should be. And oh, yah put on those high heels that spell out in flashing lights what you are. You know the ones you told me about while you and Bob were in the forest preserves.

The suggestion hit Susan hard. A few minutes ago she was feeling ok with her life and in an instant this scumbag wanted to turn it back around. "Larry, please, lets just talk. I know we can make a deal."

"I'll wait 5 minutes out back. If you don't come out like a good little cum slut slave like you know you are, then I'll be gone."

Larry didn't even hear what she pleaded as he headed toward the back yard. She was powerless to do anything but what he demanded. Susan quickly ran upstairs and found the pair of handcuffs Bob and her had and the locking pair of heels. She placed the key on the kitchen table for easy access to it. Hastily she stripped out of her jeans and shirt. Susan bit her lip as she ratcheted the cuffs upon her wrists. She was about to step out before she had second thoughts and picked up the cuff's key and held it in her hand.

"Ah now that's the slut we all know and love." Larry triumphly announced as Sue stepped out of the back siding door."

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C.U.F.F.S.

Chapter 13 Just one more blackmailed time !

"Now this is the way a cum slut like you should present herself to her master." Larry scorned. "A cheap cheating tramp like you enjoys showing off her body to your husband's friends and business associates, don't you slut?"

In reality there was always a slight thrills she could not deny, however, to be so brazenly display in the sanctuary of their own neighborhood, their home and possibly be seen by friends and neighbors so exposed frightened her. To be intimidated to submit to this asshole was even more difficult be she knew, at the moment, Larry had the advantage. She needed time to possibly figure out a better situation for herself. In the mean time she knew better not to show any signs of disobedience or reluctance. Make the scumbag happy for the moment. "Yes master. This slut enjoys showing herself to you." She lied but knew to deny him anything right now with herself so vulnerable would only invite pain.

"Get your fucken ass over her, slut."

Susan gave a quick glance around to check out the situation. Stepping over to where Larry had seated himself took her away from the limited coverage of the house. She'd be in complete view of the Daniel's back wall. She could only hope they were both at work. She obeyed.

Larry's hand went right up between her legs. "Soaken wet, like the a true whore."

It was undeniable. The shapely blonde's cunt was damp and already pulsating. Susan hated how it gave away everything she fought to conceal and at times like this didn't desire. "Turn around slowly with your legs spread apart." Sue began to blush so shamelessly displaying herself once more. It didn't seem to matter how many times now before she had done so, the shame still burned through her to be so shameless.

As her backside faced Larry he noticed how one palm lay open while the other was tightly clenched. When he touched her hand she tighten her grip. It took but a few second to pry open her hand to reveal the handcuff keys she was holding. "And why would the slut slave be holding this?" he asked.

Sue started to say something about it just being a safety thing but Larry broke off her explanation. "You deserve a punishment for trying to hold the key to your release don't you slave?" Sue began once again to explain why she would have it. "Don't you slut?" Larry shouted?

"Yes master." She sheepishly replied.

"How many houses down should I place this key?" he asked.

Sue looked stunned. It was late morning, not some night time game. Before she said anything more he suggested placing the key under someone's mat 6 houses down. "No please sir. I can't go out nude like this for 6 houses. Please." Larry seemed to think about that. "Tell you what slut, get down on your knees and hold your ass up so I can fuck it. If I enjoy the fuck, I'll reconsider putting the key six houses down." Sue immediately took the position. And as she did, she quickly thought about how her morning had gone from one of brightness to this degrading position, eagerly posed so this guy could fuck her ass, in hopes he would reconsider placing her cuff key 6 houses down by a neighbor.

Once more, Mrs. Banks endured the humiliation of being nothing but a depository for a man's arousal. Taking it in her ass out back of her own home had it's own added degradation. This had to stop soon. She couldn't be expected to just be a fuck hole anytime this man felt like fucking her and yet here she was kneeling naked with her ass held up to be used as he commanded with little fanfare.

Sue got little gratification from his quick brutal fucking. What was worse he didn't stop there with her debasement. He made her lick his cum coated cock clean while calling her every nasty name in the book as she completed the task.

Sue did not like the look on his face as she hoped he would tell her she performed satisfactorily enough to have him reconsider placing her cuff key so far down the block.

"Ok slut lets talk about your party performance." Larry said as he zipped his pants back up. "I have a chance to impress a few of my most important clients. Clients who know they can go to most any of 4 other suppliers but are clients, who, lets say have no qualms about weighing certain perks with their decision as to who they choose to deal with." Without warning or provocation, Larry's hand stuck out and slapped her breast so hard that both tits jolted to the side. "I love torturing these tits." He said matter-of-factly. "Do you have some rope around here?"

Before Susan could answer he threaten to make her punishment 10 times worse if she didn't tell him where they kept the ropes and toys he originally discovered her with, weeks ago. Sue told him they kept those things in the garage on the right side of the work bench. Suddenly she thought about some of the toys that were also in the box with the ropes. "I will get them for you master?" she offered.

"Alright!" he thought, the slut is getting into it again but he had one trick up his sleeve that he wanted to pull and said he would get them while she was to wait on her knees out here for him.

As soon as Larry came into the house he found Susan's purse and house keys. He pocked them before heading to the garage. He found the box with plenty of rope, along with a ball gag, the tie wraps they used to secure rings to her nipples as well as the ben wah balls. Upon returning, he made sure he turned the latch on the sliding door so it would lock behind him.

In a short time, Susan's tits were once again tied into tight swollen balls. Her elbows were pulled tightly touching each other and right after gagging her with the ball gag, Larry shoved the ben wah balls up into her soaking wet cunt.

Larry had placed the box to the side and inadvertently covered the nipple rings with the tie wraps. Sue noticed this and gave a sigh of relief as she recalled how brutally he attached them to her nipples in the past. As it was she was completely helpless as well as once again restrained so she was all tits and cunt. Larry made her kneel one more time as he explained the situation. "I decided your ass fucking was as slutty as ever and I will not put the key 6 houses away." Susan let out a small sigh of relief for her small victory. However she was dealing with a cheating scumbag. "I decided, I will put the key 10 houses down because you obviously love playing these games so much." Susan furiously shook her head and grabbled out some sort of intelligible protest which Larry of course ignored. "Don't try to thank me now. You can do that on Friday. You will be ready no later than 8pm on Friday night in an outfit that I will send you. Don't worry, you need to pack anything for the weekend." Again Susan let out a scream from behind the ball. "Oh did I forget to tell you? I got some information that your hubby is being sent on a little trip for the weekend. He'll be gone from Friday through Sunday so you will be partying with me and my clients, from Friday till Sunday." Sue tried to make her protests but her garble was so ineffective that it was useless. "As a man of my word, you will get any photos I took of you with those boys but you better be on you best obedience behavior or you'll pay dearly."

She hated his victorious grin. She should have challenged him from the start but how? It didn't matter, she thought looking down her body now. She was lost once more to restraints and blackmail.

"I know you would love to take your time getting the cuff keys but I took care of that so you'll be forced to enjoy yourself. I left a note on the dinning room table for Bob telling him you are playing your kinky games on your own." Larry was lying about the note but loved how it put the pressure on his helpless victim. She would surely take chances with the stress of destroying the note before her husband found it. "And don't even think about going back inside to try and get some of that stuff off you. The doors are locked and I will put these keys with the cuff key. Also don't forget kids will be coming home from school around 3 or so. I would think you would want to get your naked ass inside before they are around to see Mrs. Banks running around." Again he couldn't hold back a giggle, thinking about her up coming exploits.

"Oh just two little more things." You know Kevin Hampton at Bob's office don't you?" Sue's eyes once again widen with fear. "He sure knows you. Well your hubby has been putting off finalizing a pretty sweat deal for me and he is using the excuse their head accountant wouldn't approve such a big deal at this time. He's going to be one of my honored guests at the party and your sweet ass is going to be the deal clincher." Once again Larry slapped her now bound taunt tits when she tried to protest. "Shut up, slut. We are also going to work on a few other of my clients, so get use to the fact that if you aren't 100 submissive, old Bobby will be finding his wife's ass in jail charged with contributing to the delinquency of minors when he returns from his trip."

Larry let this settle in on the almost broken wife.

"Have fun slut." He said hurrying out the back gate.

In reality Larry had no intentions of leaving either the house or cuff keys down the street. He figured he would let the slut run around for a couple of hours and return to his helpless slave and make her offer anything to let her get back home before Bob returned from work. He figured he'd sneak back and maybe watch her darting from house to house for awhile after he took care of a little task he wanted to do at the hardware store.

Sue appraised her situation. It was almost hopeless but to force herself to perform his sick treasure hunt. But it was daylight and her neighborhood. She heard Larry's car start up and then realized he didn't say which way he would put the key 10 doors down. She was just about to run out and see which way he was leaving when she heard a man's voice.

"Gas company. Meter reading." It came from the Daniel's house but their house was next. The damn gas meter was here in back. Sue scampered to the side of the house opposite of the gate to hide. The trouble with that was this side of the house left her exposed to the street in front but Susan had little choice now that she had run there to hide. Her heart began to pound as she contemplated making a dash for the side of the garage instead of remaining so exposed to the front. Her hesitation to make a break for it was her downfall. How long does it take to read a meter she wondered as she kept looking back at the street and her possible exposure to anyone coming down that way. Just when she took 4 steps and was about to run for the garage, she heard his voice once more. "Meter man!" he was definitely coming into their yard now. Susan turned and retreated back to the side of the house and pushed her back up against the wall to try and cover herself as much as possible. She wished she could stop herself from panting. And tried to ignore the tremor the ben wah balls were delivering to her quivering cunt.

Leon King was a probationary employee with the gas company. In actuality, he was one of several ex-convicts on a rehabilitation program the gas company offered. The pay was ok. The work was easy. But it pissed Leon off to see what these white folks had that he didn't. The homes weren't anything huge but to a guy who never lived in anything larger than a 2 bedroom apartment they seemed like mansions. It pissed him off that his half sister and his mother had to work like dogs for the man while half of the women of this neighborhood were home watching fucking soap operas.

Today especially wasn't a good day for Leon. Two blocks up he came in back to read a meter and some fucken fat bitch who was out by her pool with her top off. She screamed at him and told him to get out. How he wanted to say, "Fuck you. No one wants to see your fat saggy tits not no way." But he didn't he just said he would do an estimate reading and left.

Not more than 15 minutes later, he open a gate and a fucken dog came charging at him. He just barely got out. But the real pisser was just on this same block, a group of white bread bitches, were on the back deck playing cards or some shit like that. When the owner spotted him, she called out. "The meter is on the side of the garage, boy."

This was too much. He said "who you calling boy?" And probably said a few other things he can't remember right now but she called into the company and within 5 minutes he was getting lectured by his parole officer who heard from the project's administrator. They didn't want to hear anything he had to say but to be polite to the customers and give them the respect they deserve.

He was pissed and mumbling to himself, "Fucken uppity white bitches."

Damn would he have liked to have taken out his frustrations on whomever's fucken bitchen poodle was two doors down. By now he had had it but the little fucker was fast when Leon tried to punt the yappy dog out of the yard. He just felt foolish with his meager attempt.

It wasn't a good day, until he turned the corner of this house. "Fucken A." He said to himself. "Another naked bitch but what little he caught of this one she wasn't a fat cunt." Leon stopped at the meter. He paused to think. If he went around the side of the house to check where the cunt ran off to, he could always say he was looking for the meter, but he didn't want another damn complaint coming in to the office if she was just some ugly scant. Then he thought about the mirror he had to check meters in tight or hard to locate places.

The ropes bit deeply into Sue's bound tits as she watched the young black meter man standing with his back to her with his clip board in hand. "Why was he away from the meter writing or whatever he was doing?" She thought. If he turned around from where he was, Sue was sure he would spot her.

Leon was more than just spotting her. When he adjusted the mirror and was able looked back over his shoulder, he was fucken stunned at what he saw. The cunt was not only a fine piece of ass but she was some kind of kinky slut. Her tits were a dark red in color because they had ropes around them. She was completely naked and it looked like her hands were restrained behind her back as well as it looked like she had something stuffed in her mouth. "Leon has struck gold." He thought to himself.

There was just one problem. Rape would send him right back to prison. But then a fine piece of ass like that might be worth it.

Leon thought for a moment. How could he have it all? Then he came up with an idea.

If this cunt was into some kind of self bondage or other games, it would be best to pretend not to have spotted her but check her out from better cover. As Leon pretended to finish up and leave the yard he noticed the box with ropes and other toys out on the back deck. "This cunt is into some pretty heavy shit." He told himself. "Maybe she wouldn't consider it rape?"

Sue let as big of a sigh of relief as her restrained breasts and gagged mouth would allow. The fear of being caught was terrifying but there was much more. Susan had always been afraid of blacks. She knew a lot of her convictions were media created. The street pimp or drug gang impression of inner city blacks. Then there was this movie she never forgot that she saw with some teenage friends when her parents strictly told then not to go. It was about a couple of white teens who went to a crack house to buy some drugs. They were kidnapped, forced to do all kinds of degrading things then sold as slaves to some foreign suppliers. It was one of the most intense movies she even saw. The way all the black guys wanted to fuck a white woman and how they enjoyed treating them lower than dirty.

As Susan thought about the movie and her situation now being so helpless and vulnerable with a black man so close to catching her, she felt an orgasm coming on. Instead of suppressing it she worked it and was soon rolling around the ground, smashing her own bound tits on the ground and bucking wildly. Leon watched this from over the fence. He got on his cell phone.

"Jimmy, it's me Leon. You ain't going to believe whats going down here. Some knock out hunky slut is tied and handcuffed and just waiting for some dicks up her ass." Leon peaked up to see Sue still climaxing. "No, I ain't shitten you. Where you at?"

"The 400 block of Maple." Jimmy, another program ex-con working nearby replied.

"Listen, get a hold of Vi and tell her we'll just fill in the rest of our route sheets while we enjoy some white cunt. I know that lezzy will want to get her hands on her too. Listen, change out of your gas company shirts into civvies so there won't be no problems getting fingered and get over here right away."

Leon gave Jimmy the address and waited and watched.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

Chapter 14 Dangling White Bread

Leon could barely contain himself as he watched the horny white bitch's cunt humping the ground. Several times he checked his watch and looked back out onto the street to see if his co-workers had arrived yet.

Susan was finally coming down from her orgasm and struggled to her feet. "Damn Larry knew how to tie a woman completely helpless." She thought, as not only her hands were secured behind her back but with her elbows stringently cinched too her arms were of no use to her either. Sue had to work her legs up under herself and used her head against the ground to steady herself before lifting herself up. The effort left her drooling around the ball gag which in turn made her feel all the more a mess. But then again there was no one she had to look good for she surely hoped.

Leon almost panicked when he watched the blonde woman begin to make her way toward the side of the house. Sue was terrified but knew she had to begin her hide and seek run to retrieve the keys for her release.

Just in time another gas company van pulled up to the house. Leon waved Vi and Jimmy to hurry and join him on the side of the house where he was hidden. Leon pointed towards the bound naked woman. "Holy sheet!" Jimmy mumbled when he saw the vulnerable beauty. "What the fuck. Why she like that?" Jimmy asked.

"Don't know." Leon replied. "I spotted her when I came in the yard but I didn't see no one else around and she sure didn't come to get me to help her. I think she just had a fucken climax a little while ago." He said.

"I know what she is." Vi chimed in. "She's one of those frustrated white ass housewives who do the self bondage things to get herself off." They looked back at Sue. "Maybe but she sure got herself tied up and cuffed real good so I think we should give that frustrated cunt of hers some of this." Leon said rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"I don't care if she's frustrated or not. She's get some." Jimmy added. "Lets grab her".

"Hold on bro. She might have seen me and knows I work for the company but you guys don't have the uniform shirts on so she won't know who or where you came from. You guys snatch her. She's already gagged and just blindfold her and we'll have a whole afternoon to do what we wants with her, then just leave and she won't know who or what happened."

They agreed on the hastily made up plan. Jimmy ran around to the front of the house. Vi, crept up behind Sue, who was now partly out towards the front and ready to bolt for the cover of the neighbor's bushes spotted the huge black man coming from the front, just before she felt a hand grab her from the back. It was a black woman who grabbed her. What the hell was going on?" Sue felt a sense of instantaneous terror. This was more than just being spotted naked outside. She was nearly completely helpless and being grabbed by a black couple in her own back yard. She couldn't scream with the ball gag and surely couldn't stop a thing from happening to herself let alone defend herself.

"You ain't going no place cunt." The black woman snarled into her ear just before wrapping several rounds of duck tape over her head and around her eyes which completely sealed off her vision.

Susan was really scared. More scared than being left alone in the forest preserve. She knew her stereotyping of blacks was ludicrous these days and times but unlike many of her friends, she had so little contact with many blacks and surely none who would take advantage of her own created situation. So in spite of her escalating vulnerability she tried to resist and fought back. She blindly kicked out and did happen to catch Vi in the upper shin.

Slap….. slap…. SLAP!

Sue received three vicious open hand whacks to her bulging tits that were so hard she buckled to her knees. "You bitch!" Vi growled. Blindfolded as well as she was, Sue had no way of knowing of another 3 when they came in session again. "Do you understand cunt?"

Frantically Sue nodded. Then without warning she was kicked forward sending her body to the ground. The fall mashed her abused tits which hurt like hell. "Get up slut." She heard a third black man's voice command. How many where here with her? What would they do with her?

Sue began to struggle to get to her knees in order obey but before she could plant her foot under herself, she was kicked from a different direction and once more hit the ground hard.

Suddenly she felt the sting of a whip across her bare ass. "I told you to get up slut." The same guy ordered before lashing her a second time. This went on a half a dozen more times. It was obvious she was helpless to do what was commanded of her and yet, the whip impelled her to try and comply just the same.

"Where did you find that whip? The woman asked?

"Over on the porch. There's a bunch of kinky shit in the box." Leon replied.

Sue's troubles were spiraling downward by the minute, knowing what was all in her and her husband's toy box.

"What the fuck are these for?" Jimmy asked holding up the tie wraps and rings.

"Not sure but I know someone who can tell us." Leon said.

Leon unbuckled the ball gag but left it around her neck to be replaced while he questioned their captive. It took only a few minutes of Sue's false denials as to her knowledge of what the rings and ties were for followed by several severe lashed to her bloated tits before Sue had to tell the three about the nipple rings. The ball gag was replaced in her aching mouth. Then Susan felt Vi's lips on her right nipple. She sucked and bit on them hard and long then the tie wrap was places at it's base. Sue also felt some kind of tool being used on the plastic straps to compress the one way straps. How Sue wished her garbled pleas could be understood. They were tightening them way too much. Then again the fact that she, her tits, her nipples somehow endured the brutal abuse proved it wasn't too much. Amazing how much torture a woman's body could bear.

One of them simply touched one of her already inflamed nipples. To Sue it felt like they had touched it with a glowing ember it hurt so bad. The sadistic trio laughed at the white woman's inability to resist even this slight torture. Blindfolded as she was, Sue could not be prepare when one of them pulled up in the rings now attached to her nipples vie the tie wraps. The pain of her sorely engorged nipples was ten times than that of the mere brushing of her nipples. She frantically rose up as quickly as she could to avoid this pain.

"I think this white bitch will do anything if you just pull on these." Vi said as she jerked brutally on both rings. Sue's muffled cry went up several octaves but there was nothing the completely helpless bound woman could do.

"I got an idea." Leon said. "Be right back." He said dashing out of the yard. In a few minutes he returned with the Daniel's dog. The big retriever was a friendly big dog. Susan always liked Rex, however she didn't like one time when visiting and the guys got the dog overly excited while playing with him. He jumped up with his dirty paws and literally pushed Susan down in his excitement. The dog was big and this point alone made her skittish of him.

Once again she felt her heart pounding, hoping they wouldn't do anything nasty with him.

When Vi spotted the animal she chuckled. "Ya, going to make this suburban cunt fuck the dog?"

"Maybe later after we're tired of fucking her ass. I was more thinking of having some fun with the bitch."

Leon decided to risk being seen by the cunt. What would she say? After all she was the one running around naked and cuffed? "Take the tape off the cunt's eyes." Jimmy and Vi made sure they were none to gentle as they did so.

Once off, Sue looked at her three captors and even though she spotted Leon while she was hiding, she never got a good enough look to recognize him and now out of his company shirt she didn't make the connection. What she did take note of was that they all were in the character mold of her nightmare of black assailants. Jimmy was a huge man. His shaved head and stern looks reminded her of a bouncer or security guard you didn't want to mess with. Vi, a pudgy woman with braided hair and just as mean looks as Jimmy. Leon however was tall, very dark skin and in Susan eyes had the looks of a TV pimp.

Granted these where all of the not so street smart Summerville housewife's impressions but as she would soon discover, her paranoia was not too unfounded with these three for as time passed they were getting bolder with the helpless woman as well as hornier.

Susan was in total fear as she helplessly stood while Leon attached a 5 foot length of rope to her right nipple ring then lead it through the dog's collar and attached the other end to her left ring. In essence she was now reigned to the animal by her tits and nipple

rings. Leon told Jimmy to go to the opposite side of the yard. Susan could feel her pussy involuntarily clenching the ben wah balls within herself. Only Vi noticed how the woman's thighs seem to be quivering and sort of grinding against each other. Sue was near climax. A climax she really didn't want right now but the twin exciters with her wet cunt were doing their job. Suddenly Leon showed the playful dog a ball he had in his hand. Sue immediately comprehended his plan and began grabbling frantic pleas not to throw the ball.

But there was absolutely nothing she could do. Being cuffed with her wrists behind her back and arms and elbows tightly tied as well, the naked woman was vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to her.

Rex playfully took off after the ball Leon tossed to Jimmy. Susan ran as fast as she could to keep up however she was no match for the dog's speed. Her now crimson bound breasts were yanked into stretched and bouncing cones as she ran as fast as she could under the circumstances. Her gagged screams were heard every time the rope would pull then slacken and retugged as the energetic dog pulled on his leash just like any other times he might be running with one of his owners in tow.

The pain to both her drawn breasts and wrenched nipples was unbelievable. The fear of falling face and tits first to the ground without any way to protect herself was in her mind as she ran after the dog tugging her. But the tremendous titillation building within her cunt was an unthinkable and yet unstoppable reality. Susan barely had time to stop, turn and moan before Jimmy tossed the ball back to Leon. Once again she screamed as the slacked rope brutally yanked once more. The trio loved how the bound woman was basically forced to the mastery of a mere dog.

The ball was thrown several more times before Vi approached Jimmy. "The fucken cunt likes this game too much."

Susan madly shook her head in denial.

"Look at her cunt. Its fucking dripping with her slut juices." She pointed out to Leon who's black fingers wiped a trickle and held it up for Susan to see. "Maybe we shouldn't make this game so stimulating for the slut and make it a little painful instead."

Susan couldn't believe what this woman was suggesting, as if having her tits and nipples nearly being ripped off and forced to run wasn't torturous enough already. The black woman held up two butt plugs that Bob and her had in their toy box. "I think one of these up her ass would make things a little uncomfortable for the slut."

With all the running with the ben wah balls vibrating within her cunt, her being naked and so vulnerable before these three people and the pain and it's effects on Susan's body, the suggestion of something more was the last straw. Sue felt her cunt clench around the balls and began to climax. She tried to fight it. She tried to hide it but the inescapable orgasm was strong. Sue's body began to tremble. Her thighs tighten and her body flushed. She couldn't even hold back the grunts as she dropped to her knees and bite down on the ball gag. Vi and Leon began to chuckle as they watched the white bitch shuttering in a pain and humiliation climax.

"What's wrong with the bitch?" Jimmy asked from his positioned across the yard.

"Nothing. The fucken whore slut is climaxing from all this fun." Vi replied.

When it looked like Sue was at the peak of her climax, she felt a tug on her nipple rings. Her screams of pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. It heighten the lengthened and intensity of her climax even more.

Rex, who wanted to continue to play stood watching its neighbor's actions. As his curiosity grew, he approached her shaking body and then began licking some of the wetness that was leaking from the woman's bald cunt. Sue wasn't even aware of the added stimulation until the orgasm began to settled down. Suddenly her eyes flew open. She tried but could not get away from the dogs licking tongue. Of course Leon and Vi held her open to give the dog easier access and the woman ultimate humiliation. She once more shook her head no. This was too sick. To be eaten out by a dog. But Vi and Leon loved the action and made sure the fucken suburban cunt felt as degraded as possible.

After what seemed to Susan like hours of humiliation and stimulation, she was forced to turn over, spread her legs. "Use the big one." She heard Leon tell Vi. He wanted her ass wide open for Jimmy and himself. Vi was none too gentle about working the largest plug up into her ass. She tied to move slightly away in order to allow her sphincter to open up for the huge rubber plug but Vi would not allow her this small relief. The black woman steps on the nipple leash which prevented Sue to move another inch. She used her palm and basically shoved the plug past her outer ring until it pooped inside Sue ass. Once more the suffering white woman's stifled cries and screams were snickered at by the three blacks.

Sue knew whenever she had this huge plug up her backside she often had to move gingerly and often walked kind of bowlegged. So when they stood her back up after her orgasms and plugging of her ass, she realized they weren't done playing their sadistic game of catch with her and the neighbor's dog. Sue barely got out a brief gagged objection before Leon tossed the ball once more.

"Mufffffff ! ahhhhh" was heard as she now awkwardly scrambled after the dog.

The three laughed hysterically at the obvious suffering of the bitch who was forced to ignore or at least endure multiple torments to her body.

The white cunt's ass burned, her tits and nipples pulled so much and so terribly she was sure they would be damaged. But somehow she survived a full 15 to 20 minutes of this torture before she finally dropped to the ground. Rex pulling but the three captors knew if they didn't untie the dog, her nipples would be ripped from her body and this wasn't their intent. Surely they enjoyed torturing the hunky slut but now it was time to enjoy the bitch's holes.

Leon began to go to the sobbing woman when Vi stopped him. She raised the leather whip and began showing her with lash after lash. A Sue could do was cringe, roll and turn under the harder and harder blows.

"What was that for? Leon asked without much concern in his voice.

"Just because." She replied. Be sides it was probably what Mrs. White Bread was doing out here waiting for anyway.

No matter how Sue turned she presented a target. Her cut and slashed tits. Her red criss-crossed ass and things, and occasionally a few direct hits up into her bald cunt. Her body had never been so battered, bruised and sliced. Even over the past two day stint with Larry and others.

Vi who hated this woman she didn't even know was finally stopped by Leon who didn't care what she was doing but rather wanted to fuck the cunt now.

After removing the plug and ben wah balls and ball gag but leaving her tits, nipples, and arms tied and of course her wrists cuffed since no one but Larry had the keys, Sue had nothing left in her to resist what they wanted. She did plea that they use condoms but all this request got her were some nasty tit slaps. "You will take my black cum and love it bitch." Jimmy sneered. "Maybe Mrs. Suburban will get a nice big black baby out of this."

In spite of being completely exhausted and absolutely helpless, Sue still felt ashamed about being raped by black men. It must have been obvious too because Leon began twisting her nipple rings, telling her to make love to Jimmy, with her cunt. "Kiss him like he is your greatest lover ever." He demanded. Sue was forced to comply. She couldn't take any more pain. At least, she thought she couldn't.

Both men fucked her hard and long. Jimmy's huge cock nearly ripped her apart.

Vi told the guys to stand her up and spread her legs apart so their cum would leak out of her filled cunt. Vi caught the gobs of cum that poured out into her hand and them made Sue "eagerly" lick it up while being made to say how much she loved black cum.

Both men were so aroused by the suffering bitch, that they were soon ready for a second go at her. Her ass was brutally fucked before Leon told Vi the cunt was all hers. They were going to get some whiskey to drink so Vi could do whatever she wanted without them watching her.

As soon as the guys left, Vi took off Susan's gag which was replaced because of her screaming while being ass fucked. "Now you're going to eat my juicy black pussy." Vi announced.

This was too much. Sue not only never considered eating out another woman but also she would never consider the sloppy cunt that was over her now.

Vi did most everything to get Sue to even touch her pussy with her tongue. Obviously the retrained woman would eventually lose any kind of standoff but Vi really didn't care. Vi was never much into girl stuff either but was into torturing this cunt. So when Jimmy and Leon returned she told them why she wanted to continue torturing the bitch. Neither Jimmy nor Leon gave a shit what she wanted to do. They were spent.

Vi had the guys help position Sue under a strong limb of the backyard tree. She added more ropes to Sue's purple tits. These were nooses. It didn't take long to understand. Sue's tits were tied to the tree's limb as she stood upon a pair of brinks which were placed on their ends lengthwise. Jimmy held her still while all slack was taken from the tit nooses and Vi tied about two pounds of weights to the nipple rings. In essence her tits were painfully pulled upwards while her nipples were viciously lugged down by the weights. Tears poured from Sue's eyes and all she could do was gasp and gurgle from behind the gag. "I'm going to have Jimmy let go of you slut. So you will have to balance yourself on those bricks or I think you know what will happen if you don't." Vi nodded and Jimmy slowly let go. Sue's body quivered as she fought to hold her balance upon the teetering brick tops. Vi took up the whip they found and began whipping every part of the precarious wavering woman. The lashed seem to increase with intensity but the hanging target had to force herself to remain as steady as possible.

Leon and Jimmy laughed as they said their goodbyes to Vi and their plaything.

"Don't you dare fall cunt." Vi warned her. "I want to be the one that gives you that pain."

Sue knew she could not last long like this. Her feet could barely hold the bricks steady any longer. She also knew if this fucking woman kicked the bricks out from under her it would hurt 100 times worse than if she tried to do it with somewhat less cruelty. It was insane to add even worse pain to herself but Sue first lifted one foot off the brick. And supported herself on the ball of the remaining foot. She heard the empty brick flop and knew it was lost to her now. But even this little added pain from the movement told her she couldn't do this. Gasping she held on to the lone support until it was jerk out from under her by Vi. Her frantic jerking, made the tit nooses bite deeper into her already severely bound breasts. It also caused the nipple weights to wiggle and pull worse on her tender buds.

The pain was extreme. Sue could not believe her body cold be held up by her own breasts alone. She knew the ground was a scant few inches from her toes but it might as well have been a mile. Nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt worse than this she thought.

"My my girl look at your fucken cunt and asshole leaking Leon and Jimmy's cum. You sure don't look so high and might now bitch do you?"

Sue could barely moan a reply. Her breathing was cut back to taking short painful gasps of air.

"Bet you wish you could change your mind about licking my black pussy now, right?"

Sue didn't reply.

Then she learned how wrong she was about thinking her pain was about the most extreme she had ever felt. The whip struck across her inflamed tits. The blow caused her to jerk which in turned caused her to sway a little and the nipple weights to swing. All of which cause intense pain not to mention the initial blow of the whip across her taunt tits.

"You are going to count each whip I give you and thank me by saying thank my goddess. Do you understand?" Sue whimpered softly which got her another blow that also struck across her pulled nipples. This blow really made her jerk and all the same responding torture from this was that much more intensified.

"Yes, mistress goddess." Sue gasped out before another lash would be delivered.

"Enjoy, yourself. In maybe 15 minutes or so you're going to have the longest set of tits on the block." She said as she too turned to leave the yard.

Sue wished she could blackout from the intense pain but instead she just hung there. The black woman delivered 25 lashes to her bottom and back and a final ten lashes cutting across her tits. Before swinging Sue's hanging frame to induce the worse of all the pain.

Sue's body finally stopped swaying. All she could see were her tied ballooned deep purple tits in her face. Sue knew in a short time her breasts would be destroyed and she could do nothing about it. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted and something was placed under her feet. Frantically she tried to support herself upon weak wobbly legs. It was Larry. He had been watching what was happening from the side of the house for a little more than a half an hour. He came back to the house when he didn't find her wandering around the neighborhood naked as he expected.

Sue could not move or speak for awhile even as he peeled the ropes that were deeply furrowed into her soft skin. The rush of blood back into her tits and then into her released nipples made her scream once more.

Even this sick bastard looked at her bruised and battered body and knew his plans for any party abuse in a few days would have to be postponed. He also knew Bob could return home in an hour or two so he helped Sue clean up, put away the ropes and toys and made sure she went to bed after soaking in a hot tub.

"Can't leave you do one simple assignment without getting yourself all fucked up can I?" the bastard teased.

Susan didn't reply. She fell asleep in minutes.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

CHAPTER 15 WHAT A POSITION SHE GOT HERSELF IN

Bob came home from work to find Sue in bed. She told him she must have eaten something that made her feel sick. When Bob said that's tough when you get fucked up like that. Sue was startled at his wording and thought maybe he was being cryptic with her but he didn't say anything more other than to ask her if she wanted a massage or something to make her feel better.

She knew she couldn't let Bob. Her body was still pretty bruised. She thanked him but told him all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Ok honey." He replied. "I got to call Jerry and tell him I have to cancel my business trip tomorrow. I can't leave you like this."

Sue's eyes teared up. Bob was so good to her and she was deceiving him. She was such a slut. "Bob. Honey, you know how we've been playing these … well.. kinky games?"

"Yah!"

"Well with Pam coming home from her European trip soon, well, ah, I mean, we obviously can't do anything like that again. I … just want to say you know. I just want to tell you how much I love you for understanding and being so good about it all."

Bob smiled. Now wasn't the time to tell her of his surprise for her. She obviously wasn't feeling well and needed sleep.

Meanwhile, Trent Williams, was finishing working out details and logistics for both his plan to remove the damn nuisance Larry Parker as well as a big surprise for Mr. and Mrs. Banks.

Although this Larry guy had given him a way to intensify and perhaps accelerate his plans and preparation of his new acquisition, it was time to take him out of the equation before he would have to take drastic measures. Then he got a brief note from his dutiful trainee. Sue wrote and told him how Larry's continued unauthorized play was way out of control and he was using blackmail to continue. Trent considered several scenarios but decided he might be able to use Larry's departure to help with how he intended to deal with Bob Banks.

As for Bob Banks, Trent was surprised when he received an e-mail request from the slut's husband. Apparently, she had mentioned to her husband the possibility of recording one last assignment before halting all play. Of course, Bob thought Strict Master resided across the country and would only be a source of help in perhaps working out someway to fulfill Sue's desires. Trent's reply came with a supposed search of several people who were safe, who had video equipment and who were within reasonable distance from where the couple lived. He told Bob that he might want to set up such a surprise for his slut wife.

Of course every one of the listings and e-mail addresses were factious names which were set up by Trent himself. No matter what ad or contact Bob chose he was talking with Trent.

Bob studied the listing in detail until finally narrowing his choices down to a top three picks. Bob was assured by Strict Master that he communicated and knew the top three candidates on his list and would trust any of them for this surprise. Strict Master should know them well, they were all him.

Sue's husband was instructed to make contact via the internet to exchange ideas. Strict Master wanted to make sure Bob would be comfortable with anyone he chose for this deal. Bob wrote DB Slaver in Brookville which was only a few miles away. What luck Bob thought when he realized the time he would save in setting up the perfect surprise for his wife.

During the early communications, DB told Bob he was a retired cop. This was semi-true considering Trent worked as a subcontractor chemist for one of New York's crime labs. His specialty was drug component breakdown. It was his early assignment until lab got funding for specialized computer equipment which could do the task in a third of the time it took a chemist alone. But Trent also was used as a makeup artist which was an early hobby of his. He was extremely talented with making latex masks as well as cosmetic makeup disguises for under cover operations. His, so called, retirement came when he decided to utilize a few of the formula's he collected over his tenure at the labs. Several hookers mysteriously disappeared from the streets as well as a stunning investigative reporter. There was little evidence in any of the cases and to this day no one knows what happen to any of the victims.

It proved to be very fulfilling both monetarily as well as sexually for the retired chemists but Trent knew the law enforcement's mode of operation well enough to know when to leave a used hunting ground after a few strikes. Trent had found his true calling. He often changed his style or mode of contact. He was soon known in a very elite business and social circle of the world. What started out on an impulse had provided him wealth and a sense of power few men ever felt. And after 3 years it was more of a hobby or a challenge to go a step further.

_ _

Bob told DB Slaver his idea of having his wife think she was captured and raped, and maybe even some mild to medium abuse. And if possible, he requested it all to be caught and recorded on tape for her later enjoyment. DB Slaver assured Bob he could do everything he was requesting. He insisted that Bob and he meet so he could show him what kind of set up might work and to get a personal feeling of confidence with him.

This was ideal. Bob thought. The guy is so up front and forward, he already felt as if this was the right man to deliver his wife to for the surprise of her life. Bob turned over in bed and fell asleep with a smile. He would be meeting with DB Slave the next day. Both husband and wife laid in sexually excited. Both thinking of their own secret.

-- -

It was a little after 1:15 am. Larry slipped the key into the front door then proceeded to carefully creep up the stairs to the bedroom. He licked his lips before reaching into his pocket and took out two new photos of his slut slave Susan Banks. Quietly he leaned over and touched Sue's arm. The stunning blonde turned groggy before she opened her eyes. Her shock, jolted the bed as she realized she was looking directly at the slim ball who had been haunting her for days now.

Susan mouthed the words; What the fuck. Get the hell out of here."

Larry dangled the pair of new photos of Susan hanging that afternoon by her tits. "Come with me slut." He whispered.

Carefully not to awaken her husband, she slipped from beside Bob and reached for her robe. Larry snatched it from her and tossed it into the corner of the room. He indicated he wanted her to leave it. Larry wanted her only in the short silver baby doll she was wearing.

When the pair finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Susan opened up on him. "What the fuck are you doing here and how did you get in?"

"You insisted I have a key remember? Larry patted his pant's pocket.

"Give me the key or I'll wake Bob and get you arrested."

Larry knew it was a gamble but considering how easily she submitted to him this morning with his blackmail, he figured the new pictures were much more damaging to her. "I think not. Or when you get hubby up, we can go over the details of your last few days of play behind his back." Again Larry waved the pictures of her afternoon torture. "Do you know you can actually make out the cum dripping down your legs in one of them. Wonder how old Bob would like having a black baby."

Sue knew once again she was defeated. "What do you want. You promised to leave me alone after what I when through today."

"Yah, I know but then I thought of that slutty slit of yours I just figured I'd get a piece or two before turning in tonight." Larry snickered and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Beg me to fuck you tramp."

"What the hell are you talking about. My husband is right up stairs. He could come down any time if he hears anything."

"Then I think you better not moan in pleasure like you usually do slut." His hand went to her cleavage and yanked on the nightie. Things don't always rip like they do in the movies. One strap pulled from the top but Larry needed both hands to finally rip the silver outfit in half. "Now beg me to fuck you slut."

His voice became louder. Sue feared Bob would hear him so she begged him to please fuck her.

Unceremoniously Larry pushed Sue over the back of the couch and began fucking her. She couldn't believe she was just downstairs from her husband and yet as helpless as ever.

Fucking the blonde wife wasn't enough. He made her get on her hands and knees and clean his dick with her mouth. "You were born to do this slut." He matter-of-factly stated when she finished.

Her submission, pretty much confirmed to him that Sue would do just about anything to avoid confronting her husband with her clandestine actions. His power was growing over her. Larry felt like he owned her.

After he straighten himself up, Larry grabbed Sue by her hair. "You listen and listen good cunt. If and when I say fuck, from now on you will spread your legs. When I say suck you will drop to your knees. When I say ass, you bend over and spread your cheeks. And when I say come, you crawl to me. Do you understand?" Sue reluctantly nodded. "We've got an appointment on Monday with Jerry Coll. I will be stopping by soon to instruct you on how you will be expected to act."

Sue's mouth dropped. Jerry Cole was Bob's boss. She tried to plead but Larry shut her up.

"Please, don't do this to us, Larry. Please let me just stop." Larry slapped her across the face.

"See you tomorrow. Or Mr. Cole will be getting a full packet of your slutty fun."

Larry left her kneeling on the floor. What in hell had she done? She ran up stairs and took a shower. She felt more than just dirty fucking another man in their home. She felt like the true slut she was being called.

The next morning, Bob did not awaken his still sleeping wife. She probably still felt a little sick, he thought to himself. Well he had to hurry off to the office. He planned on a half day at the office before driving up to Brookville to meet with this DB Slaver. If things looked and felt good to him, by the following weekend, he'd spring one hell of a surprise on his dear sweat Susan.

Sue turned and awoke to discovered Bob had already left. "What the hell time was it anyway." She thought as she sat up. The blonde grown a bit. She was still somewhat sore from yesterday's torturous day. What amazed her was most of the bruising and marks were quickly fading. She showered quickly then got on the internet to relate to Stern Master what all happen to her. Even though she no longer wanted to commit to any more of his ordeals, she realized his experience in this realm of her life was valuable. Maybe he could help her figure a way to stop Larry's advances.

Trent happen to be online when the message came across. "Ah, my poor baby thinks it's been rough up to now and wants out. I'm sorry Slut Sue. You'll just have to deal with that prick Larry a few more days then your knight will rid you of that beast but definitely not save you." He snickered.

-- -

"Hi honey. I'm home! Came to get a quickie before seeing my first client." Larry shouted. "You got 2 minutes to come crawling, butt naked or I call Bob's office."

Sue turned from the computer where she just fired off the e-mail. Her heart sank. She knew anything but complete compliance would get her in deep shit. "Fuck." She whispered. Her disgust for this damn prick was getting worse and worse and yet his control over her seemed to be getting stronger. What could she do to get him to stop this?

"A minute 30 seconds." He shouted.

Sue hurriedly pulled off the robe she had on, then went to the top of the stairs and dropped to her knees and began to degradingly crawling down the stairs to be whatever or do whatever Larry wanted of her.

"There's my fucken slut. Jiggle those tits and shake that ass when you crawl, cunt." He ordered.

Red faced, she complied.

"I think with a little help from me, you'll make one hell of a first rate slut toy yet." He told her. "Now I want to teach you a few positions that you better keep in that cock sucking head of yours but first I have a gift for you." Larry produced a thick spiked dog collar and leash. From the collar hung a silver dog tag. The wording CUM SUCKING CUNT was clearly spelled out in big letters. As he put the collar around her neck, Sue felt her pussy tingle thinking if anyone ever saw her with this on and its sick tag she would die of embarrassment. While she looked down at the humiliating tag she was unaware Larry was attaching a small lock but the second she heard it click her hands went to the locked buckle.

Sue looked up apprehensively. Larry grin. "I'm going to put the key here in this tea pot but you are not to get it without direct permission from me. Is that understood." Sue nodded with a sigh of relief. Larry jerked up on the leach forcing Sue's head up with it. "You are not to touch that key without my direct permission."

Larry then held up a small packet with some powder in it. "And I'm going to leave you this too. Now listen!" he said, once again pulling up on the leash for emphasis. "You are to put this in a drink for hubby, no later than 8pm and no sooner than 7:30 tonight."

"What is it?" she said concern what the hell this little prick would do to Bob.

"It's a light sedative. You don't want hubby waking up while we are fucking tonight do we?"

Sue began protesting but Larry ignored her and began pulling the leash. She was forced to once again to crawl out into the openness of the back patio. "Larry, please listen to me." She began to plead, when very uncharacteristically even for this prick, he slapped her across the face. Although the blow was not as hard as she imagined it could be, it stunned Susan. "Whenever I am in your presents and you are wearing my collar, you will call me master. You will do whatever I command without question. You will not bitch about anything. Now it's time to learn some slut lessons.

Larry snapped his fingers.

1- snap and she was to drop to her knees, legs spread open wide enough to see her cunt flaring. Her hands were to be held behind her neck with her firm full tits thrust outward. Of course her eyes were to be nowhere except focused upon her master's crotch.

2- snaps and she was to crawl forward, lower her head and without hesitation, begin licking his foot or shoes.

3- snaps of the fingers and she was to place her face against the ground. She was to raise her ass up in an offering.

4 snaps and she was to immediately turn on her back. Her hands once more behind her head and her legs spread as far apart as possible.

A single whistle and she was to get back on all fours, crawl and follow.

Larry had her go through a random routine of these positions some 20 times. Any mistakes and or hesitation was dealt with immediately by putting her in one of the trained positions and depending on whether her tits, ass or cunt were presented, those sensitive areas received a half a dozen punishment lashes that got more and more severe as the lesson went on. In a very short time, Sue had completely forgotten the humiliation of the positions and only wanted to accomplish the next command without flaw to avoid further punishments to her raw and sore privates.

-- -

Bob found the sports bar where the man he only knew as DB Slaver had set up their meeting. Of course Trent was in one of his full made up stage cosmetic characters. To Bob it was a relief to discover this DJ Slaver was actually an older man. It gave him a false sense of security if something went wrong, he could easily protect his wife from this old geezer. "I'm Bob Banks and you are DB Slaver?" He asked the old man in the last booth nearest the pay phone as indicated in his e-mail.

The old guy stood up. "Call me Phil. My real name is Phil Dunstand. One can't be too sure about the people you meet over the internet, now can you?"

Bob nodded and smiled as he agreed with the man's caution. One of the first things Bob noted was how weak this man's hand shake was. The old fart seemed pretty frail to be into any kind of kinky stuff.

Trent Williams, knew all or most of his well practiced signals like the weak hand shake and other things were being picked up by this naive suburbanite. Meanwhile Trent began making his own mental notes about Sue's husband.

"Care for a beer or something?

Bob ordered a Coors Light.

At first they talked about very little in general until the subject finally came around to Sue and what Bob wanted to spring on her. The old man asked to see a picture of Bob's wife. Bob watched him holding a nude shot of Sue in his shaky hands.

"You know I'm a retired cop so I don't want to do anything to your Mrs. that she really wouldn't want to happen."

For the next 10 minutes Bob was assuring this guy his wife enjoys playing the slut and loves things rough. But it almost seemed like he wasn't being believed. Bob didn't want to pass up this golden opportunity. In a short time he was agreeing to totally accept whatever Phil's plans would encompass. He didn't bring up any of the safeguards he felt he would require, nor exactly how and what he wanted on the video. The only thing he wanted was for this guy to agree to play along.

"Ok, here is what I have planned. I have 3 different video cameras I can hide to get different angles. I will e-mail you a full list of instructions for you. They will have how I want your wife to dress, what she thinks you guys will be doing and finally an outline of what will take place."

When asked if Bob had any questions he couldn't help but ask if he thought at Phil's age and stuff could he physically handle his wife if she struggles a lot.

"Don't you worry, young man. I have an equalizer. A little chloroform on a gag and she'll be out for a few minutes until it's too late for any struggling from even the wildest hell cat. You, of course, will have to fake being zapped. Once I cuff her to a pole or fence depending on the location I pick out, she'll be completely in the frame of mind that she has really been abducted." Trent let out a fake cough. "Maybe after some whipping and other abuse, I could blindfold her and you could come out from hiding and fuck her yourself if you want. She'll think she's really getting raped."

Bob wasn't too keen on using anything like chloroform on his wife but he was afraid to prohibit anything the man suggested. In spite of this, Bob found himself grinning from ear to ear as he thought about Sue's reaction to what she had fantasized for so long. "Maybe if I use a little Viagra, you think I could get a piece of her too?" he seemed to choked out.

Bob was more than willing to let the old guy get a go at her. They had two more beers and talked before the old man said he had to get going if he was to find a set up and stuff.

"Listen, I don't know if you'll incur any cost for this set up but if you do let me know what they will be and I'll be glad to reimburse you for them." Bob eagerly informed him.

"We'll I didn't want to bring that up but, the motel room I figured we'd bring her to later runs about $70 a night." Trent lied.

Immediately Bob open his wallet. He was thinking more in terms of several hundred for cost. This was just going great. "Here's a hundred. Let me know later if I owe you anything more."

Trent barely was able to hold back his laughter. "Oh, one more thing. Like I said, it might be the old cop in me, but I feel I need a little protection for myself." Bob had no idea what he was talking about. "I kind of wrote out this form saying this is a mutually agreed upon arrangement and that I can't be held liable or any shit like that if,…. well you know."

Bob completely reassured him he understood and signed the last copy of the papers that he only briefly glanced at. The top page stated something about this only being a planned stunt by Robert Banks for his wife. Bob didn't need to read anything more. They weren't going to double cross the old fart to get him arrested but how could he know they were an up straight couple. He was a pretty savvy old guy at that.

Half way home Bob began jerking himself off in the car as he couldn't stop thinking ahead.

-- -

Upon snapping his fingers 3 times, his quickly trained slut had her ass up in the air. Larry unzipped himself and shoved his throbbing dick in her open hole. "Thank you master. Thank you for fucking this slut's unworthy ass." She proclaimed the way Larry instructed her to respond to a fucking. As a matter of fact Larry added rather a lot of extra things she better immediately respond or reply to. He was way too excited to last very long and soon dumped his load up her tight ass.

When he finally pulled out of her, Larry ordered her to squat and place her hand under ass to catch the cum as it leaks from her hole. It took a lot for her to follow his orders and lick the cum afterwards. Between the punishments and just wanting to get rid of this asshole as soon as possible, Sue complied with the degrading command.

Finally Larry was leaving. "Don't forget. Hubby is to get his night-night capsules no sooner than 7:30 and no later than 8 tonight. See yaw later slut."

Sue said goodbye master as she remained on the patio in position one.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

Chapter 16 Larry & Susan Become Closer

Once Susan was sure Larry was gone, she nearly ran to the kitchen to grab the key to the collar. Upon taking the lid off the tea pot, all she saw was a folded note. "I told you only with my direct permission, slut. And I don't consider your hubby coming home or your embarrassment of any kind an emergence. I want you to know and feel what you are, as well as feel my power around your throat."

Sue struggled with the small lock and collar for a little while before realizing if she somehow did get it off, she would probably be cruelly punished later for damaging it.

- - --

Susan was preparing dinner when Bob surprised her by coming home an hour earlier than normal. The black collar she had on was a little weird but he didn't comment. Lately she had a lot of surprises. Sue had turned the collar so only the studs showed in the front.

"How's my sexy slut wife?" he teasingly asked. The words had an impact. Not as an insult but rather for there reality.

After Sue asked how Bob's day went the question came back to her. Bob noticed how his wife's demure seemed to change by the question. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Susan so badly want to tell him. She wanted to tell him everything about how Larry had started to blackmail her. She desperately wanted to come clean with her extra ordeals but tonight didn't seem like the right time. First of all Bob was in a great mood for the first time in a week. But mostly because she still had to work out a way to prevent Larry from damaging her husband's career with what he had on her. So instead of fessing up, she began to pamper him with dinner and a back massage afterwards.

Bob let out a sigh of contentment as she finished up with his back. "I want you so bad, tonight." He told his sexy wife. Bob couldn't see the tear in her eye. It was already 7:45. She had to slip him the sedative soon. "Ok, tiger." She replied. "How about a drink first?"

"I think if I had anything to drink, I might fall asleep after that massage." He replied.

"Come on big boy. Are you afraid I might take advantage of you?" Sue felt like crap playing him like this.

The drugs worked quickly. Sue understood why Larry was insistent on such a tight time frame. Sue helped her husband up to the bed. What little consciousness remained, Bob kept apologizing for his sudden tiredness. Sue went down and finished washing the dishes. She couldn't hold back the tears as she worked.

9:10 pm, the front door opened. The weasel snuck in. Even 90% sure she would obey, Larry wasn't about to take any chances. He came up behind her. "Did you do it?" The startled wife assured him she did. "Good. Why is my collar turned around like that slut?"

Sue explained but he assured her she would be punished for such lack of obedience. "Where is he and what time did you knock him out?" The wording hit Sue hard. She had drugged her own husband.

"Strip." Was his one word command.

Not that Susan ever thought there was a chance in hell that he would go easy on her, she still let out a sigh of disappointment when the command came. She was totally naked in a few seconds.

What concerned her the most was him picking up a case and camera he had placed near the front door. What more does he want? She thought to herself. What now? Larry clipped the leash to his collar that was locked around her neck.

Larry made her crawl up the stairs in front of him. This wasn't good she thought as they approached their bedroom. "Please Larry, John is in there. If he waked up now….." Her words trailed off as she thought of the hurt he would have seeing her naked, on a leash and obeying a man she knew her husband detested. She knew she must obey this prick for she shuttered to think just how much more hurt it would have been if John ever knew what she had all done with him.

"Old hubby ain't going to wake up even if we brought in a marching band. The strength will keep him in a deep sleep, for no less than 6 hours and probably a full 8-10. We're just going to have a little fun and let John join in with my slut this time."

Susan pleaded with him. She promised to fuck him real good if they just went back downstairs. "Not a problem. I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to cunt. I'll just use John's computer over there to enter a few things and I'll be on my way since you don't want to obey."

Susan knew what and how he said this, it wasn't good. She watched as he slipped a disk into one of the drives. In seconds literally dozens of compromising pictures of her flashed as they loaded. Larry whistled as he typed and told her he had just implanted a program that will automatically send off a file of 52 pictures of her fucking strangers to exposing and letting kids feel up her cunt on a baseball field. "I think for starters will adress them to John's boss, coworkers as well as be a permanent screen saver for John's own computer. Sue nearly screamed no. She looked toward Bob who didn't even stir from her protest. "Please no, Larry. Please I beg you, don't do this to us. It will ruin Bob. It will ruin our lives."

"Well there is a password I could stop the program from running but to get it you would have to be an extremely obedient slut for me to consider giving it to you."

Sue's head once again hung down in defeat. "I'll do anything you say."

"Anything, cunt?" he asked.

"Yes anything."

"Good now get your ass in bed next to hubby while I set up my camera and make sure we don't miss a shot here tonight." Larry busied himself while Sue layed naked awaiting an ordeal she knew would be terrible.

Finally when he was ready he told her to review a small outline of what he wanted her to do. He showed her cue cards she would be reading and he assured her if she didn't come across as being sincere he would pack up and leave her naked ass to deal with her own consequences.

The blonde shuttered at what she read and what was expected of her. And yet she knew she would do her best to please this scumbag.

"Ready and begin." Sue noted the red record light lit up on the camera.

Sue began to fondle Bob. She was acting as directed as if to get him excited. Surprisingly to her, she actually got Bob's dick to become erect with her actions but of course with him unconscious that is all she could get from him.

Sue spoke her lines. "You are worthless to my horny cunt. I need cocks. I need lots of cock in me and all you do is sleep."

Sue layed back as the outline directed and began playing with herself. "I wish I had a real man." From behind the camera, Larry appeared. He wore a ski mask so not to be identified on camera. Sue reached out to him. Lying right next to her husband, she unzipped Larry's pants and proceeded to suck his already hard dick until he was ready to fuck her. As prearranged, she pretended to be cock hungry and guided him into her wet pussy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she was fucked this bastard right next to her husband. Then in spite of the tremendous humiliation she was feeling, her body responded to his thrusting within her. She actually fought cumming but was too far gone. They nearly climaxed together. Larry gave her a prearranged signal and she began to grown and rambling about how good a real man's dick felt inside her.

Larry was a little disappointed that he could detect her voice cracking to the point of near tears as she spoke her lines. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yes fuck me good, not like that limp dick next to me."

Suddenly, Larry had an idea. He whispered into Sue's ears. Her tear filled eyes widened but knew she had no choice. Larry dismounted her. At first he wasn't sure she would go through with what he told her but when he pointed toward the computer in the corner of the room she began to move.

Sue positioned her cum dripping cunt over her husband's sleeping face. "Here! This is what a real man can give your slut wife." She said as a combination of Larry's cum and her own juiced dripped over Bob's face and lips, until she was drained.

Suddenly she heard a finger snap and saw Larry off camera holding one of his cue cards up for her to see. "This slut needs more cocks. A lot more cocks." She announced. Larry turned off the camera. Sue burst into tears and in spite of all of Larry's threats she could not hold back a flurry of obscenities toward him.

This minor rebellion meant nothing to Larry Parker. He knew she was in his complete control right now. And by the time he finished this short film he knew there was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do to prevent her husband from ever seeing his new production. "You got ten minutes to clean yourself up and put on fresh make up. Then get your fuck ass back in here. We're going to go out and have some fun."

Upon returning, Susan discovered an outfit Larry had brought for her to wear. It was sort of a toga dress. The top was a deep plunging thin strap top that was totally open in the back and tied around her neck. Nearly half of her tits were uncovered on the sides while the so called neckline plunged below her navel. The skirt was nothing more than extremely short square panels front and back. Neither was more than 6" squares and covered barely enough to consider the dress "almost" legal in public.

The white material was a direct contrast to the black dog collar with the "Cum Sucking Cunt" tag so clearly centered above her cleavage. She was told to wear her flashing fuck me heels. Larry attached what looked like thin yet strong silver bracelets around each wrists. She was surprised when she heard the bracelets ratchet shut. He positioned her hands behind her back and another click locked both ring braclets together trappign her wrists together. Finally, once again, he clipped the leash to the front ring in her collar.

Larry led her by the leash. She couldn't believe he was about to take her outside dressed so sluttishly. Her jiggling breasts nearlign peakign out of the sides of the top with every step and yet with her wrists locked behind her back she could do nothing ti hide or even adjust her near exposure. "Come cunt. We are going to find you all those cocks you begged for earlier."

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For the next 4 hours, Larry paraded his toy around to the bars and clubs he was so often ignored or ridiculed at. He ordered his slut slave to service any and all cocks with her mouth, cunt and ass that he wanted to impress. All the while he filmed her with the cocks and if they permitted, the stranger she fucked. Sue knew with these movies, she would never be rid of him. Life would be pure hell and get worse.

It was around 3:15 am when Sue dragged her cum filled and covered body back into the house. She showered and scrubbed and cried. Finally she crept into their bed. Bob stirred just slightly but did not wake as his wife finally came to bed with him. She estimated she fucking some 20 different men tonight and sucked off many more.

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As Larry Parker layed in his own bed, he was already imagining the dozens of options now available to him with the beautiful blonde. She would do anything first to avoid exposing her actions to her husband but now he also knew how far she would go to try and protect her husband's job. If this night was any example of what she was, sort of speaking, "willing to do", he was sure he could push her beyond any limits she ever imagined. Never again would he be disregarded or laughed at. It didn't matter if the respect he would buy with his sexy slut was disingenus. What mattered was the slut he had on the end of his leash would get him in with those he wished to associate with.

Just tonight, he had Bob's wife crawling on all fours into his favorite bar. Everyone at Ace's stopped what they were doing and just sat dumbfounded while Larry led this sexy slut by a leash. He remembered the look on several of the guys who so often blew him off as a bullshitter or at least a jerk, who probably couldn't score with a $10 hooker let alone a half way attractive woman. And yet here he had this enchanting thing on her knees behind him following him as if she wanted to do anything he asked of her.

Two of the women who were there noticed his puppy had on a wedding ring. None of the guys even looked beyond her gorgeous tits, naked ass and cunt showing from under the skimpy dress. Larry walked her around the room several times giving everyone a great look. Her tits barely contained under the thin strips of the top jiggled invitingly while she crawled about.

Once Larry felt he had paraded his slut around enough, he took a seat at the bar among those who doubted him. Larry snapped his fingers once. At first Susan had almost forgotten her training. Larry was upset that he needed to repeat this audio command. His angered look at her was enough to remind her to pay attention and obey her master's commands rather than worry about her humiliation, exposure and now degradation here in this public bar. She quickly moved to her spread legs and assume the kneeling position with her hands interlaced behind her neck. The pose before them was so humiliating. But for Larry's part, he could barely contain his grin. He knew they all were amazed he held the leash to such a slut.

Without the slightest of objection, his bar mates watched him pull on the few strings which held the meager cover she was wearing. Susan bit her lips from the public humiliation but also because she couldn't deny how her cunt was twitching and dampening beyond control. And yet without any hesitation she exposed her oozing cunt just because fucken Larry snapped his fingers.

Larry snapped twice and she began licking Larry's shoe. The bastard enjoyed every minute of is trained slut's obedience. The expected third snap found Sue bent over with her ass up in the air. Larry probed her ass with the tip of his shoe and yet she remained still.

Finally the dreaded four snaps. Once again Susan was more than aware how she appeared. Laying before strangers with her legs spread wide open. Basically inviting a cocks which she soon got. Not just one but every cock in the bar.

But this was just the first of Larry's three favorite haunts. Only when he felt his slut had somehow made him somewhat of a bar room legion did he allow his cum filled and soaked slut to climb and ride in the truck of his car.

Ah yes. Larry was just beginning to imagine what he could do next with such a dedicated slut.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

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Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 17   ( NO REST FOR THE WICKED )

 

Trent found several good places for dropping the net on his new acquisition and dealing with her husband. To assure things would go off with as little real skirmish as possible he would have to play out the scenario until he neutralized Bob. His plan was for both the husband and himself to totally render Susan helpless, perhaps enjoy her body and cunt some before actually moving to the next phase and the night’s real purpose.

 

He sent off a deliberately vague outline of the evening in an e-mail to Bob.

 

Bob,

 

I have the perfect location for your wife’s kidnapping and eventual rape scene. (Of course Trent did not disclose the actual location to prevent any possibility of Bob relating any of this to anyone else.) I would suggest you visit one of those clothing resale stores and buying a nice but inexpensive dress for your wife to wear. First off we want to have her have the impression this is a special night and give her the feeling of some elegance so try to find something that can give her such a sensation. The purpose of buying it from a second hand store, of course, is the fact it will be ripped from her body, hopefully delivering the sense of going from a classy night out to lowly alley rape victim in a matter of minutes. This simple to achieve change in status alone will most assuredly put her into and hold her in a frame of mind of believability for the night’s ordeal.

 

As a subconscious reassurance her plight is hopeless make sure you phone a friend or neighbor while she is in your presence and say these exact words, “Hey, it’s Bob. Sue and I will be on a little excursion and may not be home for a couple of days. If you get a chance could you check on the house for us. We shouldn’t be gone too long.”

 

This is just to give your wife a sense of lost hope about anyone looking for her once she realizes she has been kidnapped. It’s a powerful thought that no matter what you guys wouldn’t be missed for awhile. Trust me it works.

 

Lastly, make sure you don’t tell anyone of these plans. Something this kinky isn’t a subject the best of friends can keep a secret about.

 

On Friday morning, I’ll send you a quick note as to where to go and how to go about creating a situation where she will eventually be attacked.

 

I have much to do and need to get me some Viagra for you know what buddy.

 

DB Slaver

 

Bob got very aroused imaging Susan in some sort of elegant evening wear and having it torn from her body while struggling in ropes. He hated to admit it to himself but it was a fantasy he had always thought about. But he was a little skeptical about this calling his neighbor and telling him they would be gone away for a while. After all during their initial meeting, they agreed that the ordeal shouldn’t last much more than 12 – 14 hours. Bob was concern anything more might be too much even for his kinky wife.

 

Hell, I guess it’s just for mental impact he told himself. Bob decided this DB Slaver probably had a lot more experience and he should just follow all his advice.

 

As instructed, Bob deleted the e-mail and went into the bathroom, once again imagining his gorgeous wife’s reaction to being stripped naked and perhaps fucked in an alley.

 

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Meanwhile, someone else who was thinking of the same blonde naked and paying homage to his cock, was dialing Susan cell phone. “Slut, this is Master Larry. Make up any excuse you want but you will be meeting me on the corner of Jackson and Platt at 9 tonight.”

 

“Please Larry. This is the first night Bob and I have a chance to be alone. Please, I’ll do what you want tomorrow night or…”

 

Larry cut her pleading short. “Shut the fuck up cunt. Jackson and Platt in Bryerwood at 9 tonight. You are to wear only a long t-shirt, your collar and those fuck me heels. It’s time you paid old Larry back for being so good to you. Some rich fuck who heard about your bar exploited from the other night is willing to pay some big bucks for a few hours with your ass and if you don’t want old Bobby to get a pre-released copy of your video whoring in my own bed, then you’ll be there, on time.” Larry hung up knowing damn well she would do it. His hand rubbed his cock. Damn had he fallen into a good thing or what? First he got himself a fantastic piece of slut ass and now some horny dude was willing to pay him a grand to rent it. Man if he could get himself a few contacts like this he bet and when the word got out that his slut slave would do anything, the price would skyrocket.

 

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Bob was so psyched about the whole set up Strict Master had sent him that he went right out to buy Susan a dress. However he did not go to a clothing resale store. He knew exactly the style of dress he wanted to see his wife be grabbed and raped in. Or more accurately wore before it was torn from her.

 

Bob wasn’t sure if Sue was a size 6 or 8. It was always one of those things over their years of marriage when he bought presents that it seemed her sizes changed. In reality Sue was a perfect size 6 however some cheaper dress cuts weren’t roomy on top for Sue tits. She would complain but Bob loved the look of her full breasts oozing out of a tight top.

 

“Exactly what type of an affair will the outfit be worn at ?” the sales lady asked.

 

“Ah, well she’ll be meeting a new friend of mine for the first time and we want to make a real good impression on him.” Bob snickered. The sales lady suggested a nice pants suit and blazer top to be a little conservative.

 

“Ah no. I mean I’ve been talking her up to him and we want to kind of, … well show her off if you know what I mean.” The sales clerk raised an eyebrow but went and picked three nice summer dresses. It wasn’t at all what Bob wanted but felt embarrassed even suggesting something more revealing. He wondered how his wife could deal with all the humiliation and exposure she went through over the past weeks. Just trying to buy a revealing dress was embarrassing him. “I’m sorry but, well she feels kind of frisky about this meeting and I was thinking something sexier.”

 

When the older sales clerk pulled two more dresses off racks she was actually being patronizing and never expected them to be considered. “That one.” Bob eagerly pointed to a shinny silver dress the sales clerk felt was designed more for a college girl going to a night club rather than some 30 year old going to meet her husband’s new friend.

 

“Are you sure sir. This dips drastically low in back and is pretty short for a lady.”

 

“No, no, she was looking at something along this line the other week. She’ll love it.”

 

The sales clerk was sure this wasn’t the type of dress some married woman would want for such an event. Men can be so stupid when it comes to women’s clothing. Too many hot babes on TV or in their magazines wearing stuff no one in their right mind would walk out in public in. “Oh you said she might be a size 8. I’m sorry but we only have this in a 6.” She lied in hopes to persuade him to look for something else.

 

“I’ll take it.” Bob excitedly replied.

 

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“When will this ever end?” Sue thought as she prepared another drink that would knock her husband out for the night so she could meet up with the scum ball Larry Parker. I can’t keep doing this. The bastard will never let up. She knew this now. Susan promised herself she would come completely clean about what has been happening to her and how Larry has been blackmailing her. She knew Bob would be very upset with her for letting this all get out of hand but she knew he would eventually forgive her and figure a way out of this predicament. In spite of the videos the fucker had of her, she figured once Larry was told Bob knew everything his hold on her and them would be drastically lessen.

 

As she thought this over she also realized she had better not give Larry any indication of her intentions of confessing all to her husband or the weasel might come up with something more that they could not get out of. In spite of her fervent hatred for him, Sue knew she had to make Larry believe he had broken her of any reluctance on her part. It made her stomach turn to visualizing herself submitting to whatever he wanted of her tonight but that was what she must do to get through this. Then she would play out Bob’s planned ordeal to make him happy and finally begin to put and end to all this.

 

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“What do you say we go on up stairs early this evening?” Bob asked as they finished up the dinner dishes.

 

“It’s only 6:30, honey.” Sue replied.

 

“I know but I have a big evening planned for you, well us, tomorrow night and I think we should get a lot of rest but first I was hoping you could take care of a certain urge I have dealt with all day thinking of you and tomorrow.” Bob looked down at his crotch and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Sue knew they had plenty of time before she would have to meet up with Larry but also knew she could let Bob fall off to sleep on his own without the sleeping potion or he might awaken before she returned home. Bob pulled her arm and they went up to the bedroom together.

 

It had been some time since Bob had been this aggressive in bed with her. Whatever had stirred his loins was one hell of an aphrodisiac. Bob pounded away at her cunt but wasn’t seeing himself fucking his wife but rather the slut slave she would be tomorrow night. While Susan relished in the pleasure of this rare opportunity to make love with her husband rather than being fucked by some many stranger’s cocks.

 

Both were panting as his spent cock remained in her hot pussy. Bob closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife’s still convulsing pussy. Her knew he was a lucky man to have such a sexy wife. In his mind, he was sure tomorrow night would be beyond any experience she could imagine. He only hoped he hadn’t planned too much for her. Bob finally rolled off her luscious body.

 

Sue looked over at the clock. It was 7:15. Still too early for the normal dose of knockout drugs for him however now well fucked, she knew even this early in the evening her husband could drift off to sleep soon. “I feel like a glass of wine. How about you honey?” she asked.

 

“No thanks. Your hot pussy was all I needed.” He said kissing one of her breast.

 

“Oh come on. Have one glass with me. I don’t want to drink alone.” She lied.

 

Bob agreed and was about to get out of bed to get them when she jumped naked from her side of the bed and told him, just lay back and she would serve him.

 

Bob watched her sexy naked ass as she left the room to get the wine. “You bet you will be serving me and probably old DB Slave tomorrow night.” Just the thought of her helplessly spread out was working it’s magic on his cock again.

 

When Susan returned with the two glasses he was in no mood to sip wine with her but for whatever reason she insisted he sit up and drink. Bob took a small sip and put his glass on the bedside table. You know I think I could get it up again in a little while you sexy thing, you.”

 

Susan smiled to hide her own guilt. Here her husband was showing her all the attention any wife craves and she was in the process of knocking him out for the count to meet up with that fucken bastard Larry. Sue lean over and picked his glass back up. “A toast to my husband, who is one hell of a tiger tonight.”

 

Bob really didn’t want the wine but because of her insistence he downed the remainder before pushing her back on her side of the bed.

 

Sue spread herself open and he worked his semi hard cock back up into her still very wet pussy. He slowly began to work his dick in and out when the heavier than normal spiked drink began to take it’s affects. Sue kissed him knowing what he thought was his failure to continue was her fault. “I’m…. sorry honey. Maybe give me a few minutes more to get it up. I think I shouldn’t have drank the wine so fast. I feel….” Bob dropped off into the heavy drugged unconsciousness. Once again, Sue kissed her husband. “I’m so sorry honey. Honestly, I am.” She said ash she covered him up and slipped out of bed to begin to get ready for her appointment.

 

Sue showered and made herself up. Putting on make up to look good for such a scumbag was difficult, but she kept telling herself once again she had to suppress any hate toward Larry and make him think he was breaking her. She put one of Bob’s long t-shirts on which along with her fuck me heels was the only clothing he indicated she would be allowed.

 

One more time she kissed her deeply sleeping husband’s cheek before leaving the house. It was 8:30. Not all that late and she didn’t like the idea of walking out the door in just the shirt. She hoped none of her neighbors would see her. She was lucky. The only neighbor she spotted was 4 doors down. Sue hurried into the car. The shortness of the

t-shirt allowed little cover once she seated. Her hairless cunt and her ass peeked out as the shirt pulled back. At least the car would conceal her situation. Sue reached into her bag and took out the dog collar. She dutifully locked it around her neck knowing this simple act signified from that moment until her release, she was Larry slut slave.

 

All kinds of thoughts ran through her head as she drove to the appointed location. She had concerns of Bob possibly waking and finding her gone. How could she ever explain what had all transpired. She of course was leery every time a truck or those big SUVs came along side her. A woman alone in a car often gets a glance from most men. Sue’s looks got her a fair share more. The trouble was wearing only a t-shirt made her appear to be wearing either and extremely short skirt less. The later of course being the case. Several times some guy tried to get her attention but she refused to look toward anyone calling out to her from the other vehicle. Lastly, most assuredly, she began thinking what perverted time was Larry planning for her and who was this other guy who was willing to pay him to use her?

 

Sue hated the fact that the very thought of being paid for or sold to another made her pussy twitch. She never had any fantasies of being a hooker or anything like that but she knew, as sick as it was, that the very thought of someone wanting to pay for her body and probably more was exciting her. This coupled with the fact that no matter what he looked like or seemed like, she would be helpless under Larry’s domination to do anything about any of this.

 

Sue kept telling herself she hated the very idea. She hated being forced into all this. She was not that kind of person and yet her hand dabbed up a slight trickle of her own cunt juices as she approached the Jackson and Platt.

 

Susan had never been in this section of Bryerwood before. Being somewhat of a more industrial area, the only time Bob and her ever went to Bryerwood was to pick up building or gardening supplies. As she drove down Jackson she began to wonder if she had the right address. Then she spotted Larry’s car. He flashed his lights as if this was some kind of spy mission. Sue pulled her car behind his and stepped out.

 

“All mine!” Larry thought as the stunning blonde approached in her flashing high heels. “Give me the t-shirt.” Susan stopped. She glanced around and was about to protest. “I said take the fucken shirt off now slave.” Sue looked around in a panic. “If you don’t give me that shirt in 5 seconds well be doing this on Main Street.”

 

Sue knew he meant it and would do it. She immediately pulled the shirt up over her head. He told her to toss it over to him. Although she hadn’t seen anyone the last two block while driving her, she was in a panic as she stood naked out on the street. Larry enjoyed not only her naked humiliation but more so his power over her to make her do such a thing.

 

Larry was holding a bag in his hand and tossed it to her when she was within a few feet. “Put this on slut and get your ass in the car. I don’t want to be late.”

 

At first she was extremely relieved to get anything to put on but when she took a couple identical articles of clothing out of the bag, she looked puzzled. There were two tube tops but no skirt. She soon learn one of the tight scanty stretchy tube tops was her skirt. The tight bottom just cross an inch under her shaved cunt. While the bottoms of her curvy ass cheeks poked out from behind. Larry was very satisfied by the look. Coupled with the collar and fuck me heels, the whole look screamed slut.

 

During the short walk over to Larry’s car, Susan had to pull the bottom of the so called skirt down twice. Any movement or the slightest bend exposed her front and back. Susan knew it made no sense to complain. He’d only make things worse if she did.

 

Larry snapped his finger. Sue wasn’t prepared to react as he wanted. Here she just changed clothing out on a street and looked cheaper than any hooker she ever saw in the movies. “You fucken cunt. Can’t you remember anything. One snap is position one. Sue begged him to forgive her as she dropped to her knees and locked her hands behind her head as required. Larry would have loved to have come up with some kind of humiliating punishment but they were pressed for time. He was however delighted with the effects of her number one position. By kneeling with her legs spread the bottom tube top used as the skirt simply slither up around her waist leaving her cunt completely exposed. Also with her arms up and hands laced behind her neck, the skimpy tight top also slink up her on hefty tits. The taunt underside elastic of the petite tube top was edging all the way to the bottom of her tit’s nipples. It wouldn’t take much for the top to pop off her smashed mounds.

 

“Perfect.” Was all the bastard said as he noted both tight stretchy tubes basically essentially automatically raised up to expose his slut as if they were curtains opening on stage. “Bend over cunt. We got to stretch that asshole of yours for some possible heavy use tonight.”

 

Susan sighed but refrained from even attempting to protest when she spotted the outrageously large bulbous plug he began lubricating. Larry gave her little time to try and relax her asshole before forcing the thick rubber plug up in to her backside. At least he was using lubricant, she thought to herself.  Susan let out a grunt when the large plum finally seated it self past her tight opening.  She slowly raised up trying somehow to tolerate her packed ass.

 

Larry laughed at his slut. He couldn’t decide whether her humiliation or pain was more entertaining to him. Get your ass in the car we got to go. And oh, you might want to consider covering your fucken ass and tit before you get yourself arrested.

 

In spite of being a little late Larry just couldn’t resist humiliating the submissively ensnared wife even further. He commanded her to bounce upon the plug while they drove. Knowing all the while that the massive plug would feel like to her back hole. It felt like Sue was being raped by a horse.

 

Oh life was so good for him, he thought as they drove to the very same bar he first met this slut when Bob and he meet one evening months ago. Susan would soon know this was a bar they use to patronize often before Pam came into their lives. Many of Bob’s old friends could be in there most any night. Larry was fully aware of this. Just one more way to humiliate the slut. He picked out the bar when he set up meeting his slut slaves very first paying client.

 

As they pulled into the parking lot of the Pinewood Susan let out a shrieking cry. “Nooo, no not here. Please Larry. This will get back to Bob for sure.”

 

Shut the fuck up cunt. Maybe if you work fast and finish up with this client, you might just get out of here before someone real important sees you. Lets just say this is to ensure you don’t hesitate with anything demanded of you slut. And understand this, if you piss me or the client off for any reason what so ever, any reason at all, you will be stripping and doing lap dances in there to make up for the money you blow for me so you better not show  the slightest reluctance. Susan eyes were filling with tears when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Do you understand slut?” Susan nodded yes.

 

When they walked into the lounge, Sue did a quick look around. It was hard to see everyone considering the dimness of the environment but other than the bartender, Ken and an old guy and his wife who’s name Sue could not recall at the moment, she didn’t notice any of Bob’s old friends in the place. Then again it wasn’t a weekend yet. Still being so skimpily dressed as she was, Susan and Larry quickly got the attention of everyone in her outer bar area.

 

“Wooo, hey there sweat cheeks, that is one hell of an almost outfit you have on. What do you call it, a cloth recession design?” Someone from a booth asked. Ken the bartender noticed just who’s ass and tits weren’t, by any stretch of the imagination, conceal in the twin bands. “Sue? Is that you Sue?” he asked.

 

Susan blushed even deeper than she already was when the bartender recognized her. Her hand unconsciously went up to hide the collar locked on her neck. Larry noticed this and slapped it away.

 

When the bartender started to say something about this Larry just informed him she was with him and to mind his own business. He knew the slut was his to do as he pleased with and unlike Sue, he didn’t care who knew it. Predictably, everyone in the bar by this point was looking at her as nothing more than a trampy slut. This was just the way Larry liked things.

 

Sue could feel both tiny elastic bands once again beginning to sliding up. Her attempt to disguise her abatement of this movement was spotted by Larry. To her horror she heard the bastard snap his fingers once. She forced herself to obediently respond and the second her knees hit the floor and her hands went up behind her head, both of the insignificant tubes snapped up. A roar went up at the bar as her tits wobbled free and her cunt and ass became fully exposed.

 

“Holy shit look at them tits!” someone exclaimed.

 

“Fuck the tits. The look at that thing shoved up her ass.”

 

Sue thought she was going to be sick. Considering all the humiliations Larry the bastard had put her though, this felt like it was the worse. Maybe because this was so close to home. With a few people who have a slight acquaintance with her and her husband. She knew she had to obey but just how far could she go?

 

“I believe that cunt and ass is scheduled for me.” Came a voice from one of the booths.

 

Larry left Sue exposed and spread open on her knees as he went to the concealed booth. Sue’s heart was pounding. To the delight of the customers enjoying her quandary, they watched her tits rise and fall with each involuntary seductive breath.

 

From where Sue knelt she could not see the man Larry was talking to, however she did see him hand Larry an envelope which he opened and looked inside before stuffing it in his coat pocket.

 

Larry got up and ordered Sue to remove the two rolled up elastic tubes and bend over one of the barstools. “It’s time to warm up this bitches ass.” Larry announced to the bar patrons? Are there any objections?”

 

Sue was a little surprised that not one person what was taking place in this bar was considered a bit too illicit. Not one person saw a vulnerable woman being ordered to expose herself and obey commands but instead only saw a piece of slut ass and apparently wanted to see what would happen next.

 

Larry pulled Sue’s wrists all the way down to the stool bottom wrung and locked them there with handcuffs. Her plugged ass was held up high on the seat but this wasn’t enough. Larry proceeded to tie her upper thighs apart on the stool legs. Her cunt and ass spread lewdly open.

 

Anyone wanting to help redden this slut’s ass may take their turn with five lashes each. And can get a second turn until she has received 50 lashes.

 

Larry lean down towards Sue’s head. “Tell the people this is ok with you and you want this slut.”

 

Sue knew there was nothing she could do to stop this but could only make things worse by disobeying. “I accept my beating.” she said.

 

Larry corrected her and whispered in her ear exactly what to say.

 

“Please whip Master Larry’s slut’s ass as hard as you can.” She tried to sincerely implore.

 

What happen from that point on for the next half hour or so became a blur to Sue. Various degrees of lashes rained over her taunt open bottom. Her upper thighs and ass burned when it was over. Larry untied and recuffed her hands behind her back before attaching the leash to her collar and leading her naked and blindfolded out of the bar, leaving the joke of an outfit on the bar room floor. Sometime during her ass whooping, the stranger Larry had spoken to and obviously received payment from, left the place.

 

He lead her way out behind the bar and past some storage building. Suddenly Larry’s tugging on the leash stopped her and she heard a gasp, a brief struggle and finally what sounded like a moan from Larry. “What is happening?” she asked in a frightened whisper?

 

No one answered, however, her leash was pulled upward and she soon discovered it was affixed to what felt like a chain link fence.

 

After trying to make out what some other sounds were about she could tell someone was near her. “Master Larry is that you?” The only answer was a shocking touch to her shamingly wet cunt. The sound of a zipper and some heavy breathing was followed by the warm feeling of a hard cock pushing up into her. Whether it was all the humiliation and sexual stimulations Sue had endured over the past hours or simply the acceptance at some point lately she’d been just succumbing to the fact she truly was the slut others saw her as, she responded to the cock sliding up into her cunt. She fucked back as enthusiastically as he pounded her. And the climax that followed was incredible. So much so that she passed out and nearly cut off her own breath when she went limp and hung from the collar and leash which was still attached to the fence.

 

Sue awoke still naked, cuffed and blindfolded only she could tell she was on a back seat of a moving car. Her ass was still stuffed but whatever it was it felt like s metal plug. “Master Larry?” she weary asked. The fact she didn’t get a smartass reply or comment scared Sue. He mind began to race. Was she being kidnapped? It dawn on her how perfectly easily it could be since neither her drugged husband at home nor anyone else knew where she might be. Trent knew how easily this could be too but he had a more elaborate arrangement which dealt with all the loose end and he was going to follow through with his plan. Sue tried again to figure out what was happening. “Please, who are you? I’ll do whatever…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” In spite of her binding, the naked woman’s body jolted up off the seat. Her appeal was cut short by a severe shock into her asshole.

 

“I’m sorryyyyyyyyy ahhhh” once more the electrical blew into her back end.” When she finally recovered she knew she better not say another word. Sue heard her captive chuckle from her reaction.

 

For the next 20 minutes she lay thinking this was the end.

 

Being both an accomplished slaver and true sadistic, Trent decided to have a little fun with the woman he would soon have under his control. Two blocks from the Bank’s home, Trent pulled into an alley.  He pulled the naked woman from the back seat. He wrapped a few coils of rope around her waist and up between her legs. The ropes were pulled extremely which made the ropes bite deeply into her cunt and ass. She instantly feared feeling another jolt from the device up her ass when a groan slipped out.

 

“Listen to me Suzy slut. You are about 2 blocks from home. I’m going to leave the controller for your ass zapper as well as the key to your cuffs on your front porch.  So I have good news and bad news for you.” Again he had to snigger. “Once I leave you, all you have to do is enjoy your stroll home, unlock your wrists and go join your hubby in bed. Your night is over but first get on your knees, I want to dump a load of cum down your throat. A slut like you can make a guy climax several times a night.”

 

To Sue this was a small price to pay to get home alive and not all that worse for wear. Indeed her substantially used sucking skills drained Trent’s cock quickly. As he put his sapped dick back he spoke again. “Oh yah, the bad news. The controller will be turned on and has a 50 yard transmission range. “It’s 2:38 right now. I suppose you have a choice. You can go directly home in the relative concealment the night or you can just stay away from your house and till about noon when the batteries run out. Who knows maybe you can stay hidden from everyone leaving for work and your neighbors taking their kids to school. But I’m guessing you’ll want to get this over with without being the talk of the neighborhood. So as you approach your house you will begin to feel the sparks shooting out of your ass. The sooner you reach the front porch and click off the transmitter, the sooner you’ll put an end to all this fun.”

 

“Please don’t do this. …………….aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

 

“Stupid slut. You just earned yourself the highest setting on this thing. Slut cunts like you are for fucking, sucking and beating, not listening to her whining. You better learn this now, it may save you some pain later.”

 

++ ******** ++ (To be continued)

Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 18   THE BIG DATE PLANS

 

When Bob awoke the next morning, his delectable wife was still sound asleep. This kind of surprised him in as much as he thought for sure considering what was planned for today, he figured she would me a bit anxious. After all, Bob thought his plans for this evening had to be the most daring thing she would ever experience. Little did he know his wife only got to bed 3 hours ago. Between the bar scene with Larry and that guy who drove her home, it had been a long night. Well, he kind of drove her home. She was dropped off on her street near an alley about 2 and a half blocks from her home. She was naked with her wrists cuffed behind her back with no way to cover or protect herself. She knew she had to get home as fast as possible both before anyone from the neighborhood might spot a naked woman out on the street and to get in the house before any of the drugs she had give her own husband might have worn off.

 

It turned out to be a task not easily accomplished. In spite of it being close to 3 in the morning, things were very perceptible in the night setting. She could only imagine how visible she could be to others. Sue soon learn this was no easy task. She made her way house by house trying to keep close to any of the house’s shrubs or any other covering she could use all the while studying each house to make sure there was no one who she might attract attention to. Even though she had been seen naked by many different people over the past weeks, this was different. First and foremost these were her and Bob’s neighbors and secondly like any neighborhood, sounds around someone’s home are often investigated. She tried to be careful yet quick.

 

It took her about 15 minutes to make it the first block. She began to get a little bolder with her success until she was 3 houses from her home. Suddenly her ass received a zap stronger than she had felt all that night. She remembered what the man who dropped her off told her but with her concentrating on keeping herself out of sight and trying to get home she had already forgotten. Susan tried to continue onward but the pain shooting into her ass  hurt like hell. Quickly she retreated until she was out of the range of the transmitter. Sue tried to evaluate her situation. Her house was so close she could see the front door. By trial and zap she discovered just how far she could approach the transmission field. After several attempts she figured it might be a better idea to try and approach this from behind the houses in hopes the transmission frequency might be blocked or at least hindered by the houses. The only problem was she’d have to go through the Palmer’s backyard, naked and cuffed as she was and she knew they had a couple big sliding glass doors leading out to their patio and yard. Still there was no better options so she made her way along the house until she reach their back gate. Thank goodness they had a string that was attached to the gate’s lock. Sue bit on the string and pulled. The gate opened. She held her breath as the wooden gate squeaked as she pushed on it. Inch, by inch she slowly open it while trying to keep the squeaking to a minimum.

 

Finally she was she was in. She was panting. Her situation along with the danger was getting to her but not in a negative way. She cursed herself but knew she was getting excited from the danger and her vulnerability. “What a sicko I am.” She thought to herself.

 

That was when she spotted one of the Palmer’s Nome figurines. It stood about 2 feet tall but the thing that caught Sue’s attention was its pointy hat. Susan battled with herself. It was so wrong in so many ways but her excitement had been at pinnacle all evening. Even though she could only manage to get about 2 to 3 inches of the figurine’s pointy cap up into her cunt, it was enough. Susan Banks bounced on the tip, fucking the Nome’s head for all it was worth. Unconsciously she began panting as she frantically tried to finish herself off. All she was able to do was frustrate herself. So aggravated was she when she finally gave up, that she kicked the statue over then stood shocked about what she did and the risk of the sound as the ceramic figurine plopped to the ground.

 

After regaining her wits about her, she crossed the patio area only to discover the fence. There was no way around it to get to the next yard.

 

So close. It was only a 4 foot fence. And she knew there was a gate on the other side of her neighbor’s yard that would give her clear path to her house.

 

A simple pair of hand cuffs and no clothing seem to render her completely helpless to a little fence. Sue was about to go back out front when she spotted a small step ladder they must use to trim bushes and trees. Even with her hands behind her back, Sue managed to position the ladder on a solid surface right up to the Daniel’s yard. She carefully stood on top of the now shaky 3 foot step stool ladder. She had to jump up a little and over the fence. It wasn’t a big leap but without arms and the wobbly ladder she would be thrusting from, it was frightening. She refused to let herself be scared out of this and jumped. She just barely made it.

 

Sue tumbled to the ground and rolled. Then she felt the pain. Not so much from her jump and fall but she once again entered the transmission field for the zapper shoved up her ass and now there was no retreat from the electrical jolts. Sue had to suffer and run to the gate. She willed herself forward through the pain and only had to open the gate and then run straight to her front porch to shut off the transmitter.

 

Even though the Daniel’s fence gate open the same as the Palmer’s, Sue struggled to get it open as he ass received jolt after jolt of shocking electricity. Her eyes filled with tears. She moan in pain as she struggled to get it open. Here she was only a few feet from her own back door which she left unlocked in case of an emergency and it was useless to her. She had to force herself to go to the front porch and turn off the transmitter and retrieve the keys to her hand cuffs before her torture would be over.

 

Susan sprinted to the front of her house. The pain prevailed over any caution as she ran into the exposed front yard of their house. She bolted up the steps to find a note on the front door. It read : Opps my bad! The controller and key to the cuffs are at your back door.

 

Sue nearly screamed as the pain was becoming unmanageable but some how she managed to return to nearly the same spot she was only at a few moments ago to find the plastic control box. She was gasping and whining when she finally found the switched that stopped the shooting pain deep into her ass.

 

In spite of the cool night air, Sue was panting and perspiring. For nearly 5 minutes she laid still cuffed on the grass. Her night was finally over.

 

- -

 

“Hey you goen to wake up, sleepy bones?” Bob asked nudging his wife.

 

Susan was exhausted from her night. She glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was near 8 AM. “Please let me sleep some more.” She mumbled.

 

Bob was confused. Susan was always the first to get up. Often she had coffee made and had her shower even before he turned over most mornings. “Ok.” He said thinking maybe she didn’t sleep much after all if she was thinking of what he might have in store for her. He slapped her naked ass and said, Go ahead and get some more rest. You’ll probably need it for tonight.”

 

Those words resonated in her head. “Oh, not more. This has to stop she thought.”

 

“Bob.” She whispered without even turning over. “Maybe we should forget this tonight. Maybe this has gone too far.”

 

She felt Bob, sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled back the covers. His hands rubbing her naked back and ass. It felt so good. “What’s the matter honey? My little wild woman getting nervous that her husband might turn her on too much tonight?” She felt him move to get something out of the nightstand drawer. Suddenly she heard the familiar sound of her vibrator and soon felt it at her cunt lips. Bob was surprised Sue was already wet when he worked the vibrator up into her slit. Next he moved her hands behind her back and before she knew what he was doing he locked handcuffs to her wrists. Sue was too tired and becoming too turned on with her vibrator to argue.

 

“I see my little wild thing has been playing with her handcuffs recently. Your wrists have red marks from them.” Bob once again slapped his wife’s ass as she began squirming from the stimulation the vibrator was giving her. “I’m going to leave you two alone but I’m taking the keys to the cuffs with me. No chickening out on me today. I went to too much trouble to plan a great evening for you.” He said as he left the room.

 

Sue involuntarily clenched her legs tightly together to enjoy the vibrator more. She came and came again while emitting grunting sounds with each climax.

 

Bob went about getting things ready then checked his e-mails. There waiting was the promised e-mail from D.B Slaver.

 

Bob,

Hope everything is going as planned. After reading this e-mail reply with a confirmation so I know everything is a go.

 

First off, if you bought her a sexy outfit like I suggested, I think it would be fun to show her off a bit to get both her and your juices flowing. However not at the kind of place she’d enjoy flirting about. There is a bar called Willys just on the outskirts of Brookdale. It’s patronized by bunch of retired or near retired truckers. They are the type of guys who are usually pretty uninhibited when it comes to a women in their bar and yet can be controlled. You might want to think of a few things you want to have your wife do while there but it’s important that she not have more than one drink. We don’t want a drunken captive who won’t get a thrill from her kidnapping. You on the other hand can probably get drinks for free depending on how far you want to push her limits there. If she questions about going there, tell her it’s just for a drink before your dinner reservations.

 

Now to the set up. Make sure you park your car on the side of the building. There are no lights out back and this area is blocked off of any view from the road too. If you get to Willys at or about 6:30 it will be dusk but parking there will not seem ominous. However it will be plenty dark when you leave in an hour. I will be parked in a van. After you arrive and go in, I will park the van right along side of your car. I’ll give you a good 30-40 minutes to have fun and will come in but not approach the bar. I’ll enjoy your teasing with her for about 15 minutes and after you see me leave finish up your drink and tell her it’s time to leave for your dinner reservations. Once you reach the door, tell her you need to take a piss before you leave but make sure you send her to the car. If she says she’ll wait, tell her you don’t think it would be such a good idea after getting all the guys so horny for her.

 

This does two things. First you have implanted in her head she teased guys to the brink so when she is grabbed outside it will seem plausible but it should get her to rationalize that it would be safer in the car.

 

Once she goes to the car I will grab her and subdue her. I will turn my parking lights on as a signal to you that she has been restrained and blindfolded so she won’t see you. When you get in the van, of course you can’t speak but I will refer to you and you should only reply with a grunt.

 

There is a dirty road right behind the place to a heavily wooded area. It like only several hundred yards away. That is where we can strip her, tie her and fuck her. We can even leave her safely blindfolded alone for awhile before returning for more fun. We can be off and be able to talk if you want to add anything to this scenario.

 

See you tonight.

 

DB Slaver

 

By the time Bob finished reading the plan he came in his pants. He had a few reservations like could this older guy really subdue Susan alone? After all Susan was in her late twenties and he was an older man. He also wondered about this bar. What if these guys got too riled up? Bob’s dick jumped to life again as he recalled Susan’s plight at the bar and pool table. They both enjoyed that night. Hell if it happens, it happens. He knew his wife was in for most anything.

 

By noon Bob felt it was time for his wife to finally get her ass out of bed. Her day with him was about to begin. He came into their bedroom holding a box with a bow.  “I got a present for a sexy slut wife.” He toyed with her. “Susan rolled over on her cuffed wrists to see what her husband had. “It’s an outfit I bought you for tonight. The lady at the store couldn’t believe my wife would wear such an outfit but she is wrong isn’t she?

 

Sue gave him a pouting look. “Let me see it.” She said.

 

“Not until you tell me you love it and will wear it for me.”

 

“How can I say that? I haven’t seen it yet.”

 

“You can promise me, because you want to. That is the only reason.” He replied.

 

“Ok, I promise, now let me see what you picked out.” Bob helped Sue into a sitting position. She asked him to take the cuffs off but he ignored her as he opened the box. He pulled the silky silvery dress from the box. As he did, the vision of her in it at the bar made him horny once more. Not only was the dress’ deep cut front going to expose a lot of tit and cleavage all the way down to her belly button but Bob went one more step after buying it and took it to a seamstress and to have wide slits added to the dress. Not simply slits but inverted V’s. From the waist line the inverted V cut spread wider until the bottom where it left a five inch gap on each side of the dress. More importantly to the wearer, the slits left only two 6 inch panels of silky silvery material to cover her pussy and ass. Bob did not show her that modification when he held up the dress.

 

Susan snickered at her husband’s enthusiasm but questioned where were they suppose to be going where she could wear such a deep cut dress. “Don’t you worry about that sweetie. I got it all planned out. Now are you done with your, bitching so I can uncuff you and you can get up and get something to eat?

 

Sue couldn’t deny her husband his fun. She knew she would have to have a serious talk with him after tonight about putting a stop to this whole thing and to somehow tell him how Larry had taken advantage. Well not every detail but she had to make sure Bob wouldn’t do something rash about the scum bag.

 

- * *  To be continued

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

 

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

 

CHAPTER 19

THE BIG DATE PREP

 

That morning and some of the afternoon, Trent Williams concluded the plan to rid Susan and himself of the pesky Larry Parker. The little weasel was never part of Trent’s original plan however he had to admit he enjoyed hearing how he both humiliated and degraded the Banks woman to the point it probably would make his job of breaking her much easier. But Larry’s time was over and just as Trent figured it took some theatrics and some good detailed investigation into Parker’s past to permanently eliminate him. Trent had to snicker as he drove back to farm house he was now renting. The slime ball had been skimming from his sales account in order to have the time to fuck around with Susan. All Trent, or Grogan Heard, problem solver for the Gambelli Family, as he presented himself to Larry as, had to do was inform him payment along with 40% interest on the money was due in 24 hours and if he didn’t have it, don’t even think of begging for more time. Trent (Grogan Heard) cocked his automatic in front of the knee knocking man. Larry tried to explain he never knew any Gambelli Family or anyone other than the head of the firm had any investments in his company. He would pay all the money back but he needed a couple of days.

 

Thinking like the scumbag that he was, Larry figured he’d sell Susan to the client from the night before who liked her so much to get the money. Larry only hoped he was as rich as he told him he was.

 

Trent lifted his, gun and placed a bullet right into the screen of Larry’s 32” TV. The tube shattered. Larry pissed in his pants. That will be your head if you don’t have full payment tomorrow morning.

 

In all Larry had skimmed nearly $155K from his office. He tried for several hours to get a hold of the client from the night before. The phone number he was trying was to a prepaid cell phone that was now at the bottom of a lake where Trent disposed of it. As time went by, Larry panicked. He never even considered checking on the goon’s story who visited his apartment. He didn’t have time. He packed what he could. Emptied his bank account and was driving 70 mph out of town by 2 in the afternoon. No way would he risk making any contact with anyone to check on facts now that he skipped out of all this. His only regret was leaving that horny, hot slut back in Brookdale.

 

For Bob Banks the afternoon was nearly one jerk off after another as he fantasized on how the evening with his elderly cohort and unsuspecting wife would go. He couldn’t wait.

 

Susan began to get ready for her date with her husband. He told her he had a completely new outfit and that she should only get her make up on.  Finally she announced to her husband she was done and needed to dress. Bob, of course had no idea of just how skanky and skimpy of outfits Larry had been parading his wife around in. He was pretty sure the deep plunging dress with the slits and all would be pushing his wife’s limits out in public so he just told her she’d get dressed when he felt it was time. Sue began to feel that tingle between her legs. It was obvious Bob was up to something and since tonight would be with him and not that asshole Larry, it all seemed sexier and more exciting and so right..

 

Bob read over DB Slaver’s instructions one more time. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of really calling a friend to check on the house since they would only be going out for the night but he understood the idea of giving her the perception of knowing no one would look for her when the fake kidnapping occurred. As it turned out he spotted the Daniel’s teenage son mowing the lawn next door. A grin crossed Bob’s lips. He remembered just how hot his wife was when she was so close to being caught naked and tied on the other side of the fence from the neighbors.

 

Bob called Sue down. She looked around for the clothes she thought he was going to tell her to put on. All that was there was one of Bob’s white cotton athletic t-shirts. She put it on when he pointed to it. The shirt was made to enhance men’s pecks but on a busty woman like Susan the U shape neck, no sleeves and tight fit, barely contained her tits. Significant amounts of her breasts swelled from both sides of the stretched material. From below the brimming, stretched top the rest of the under shirt draped straight down just barely covering her shaver cunt. Like normal, Susan’s nipple began to grow with excitement. “He wouldn’t dare take me out like this.” she thought to herself.

 

“I bought you these.” He said holding what looked like a silver twin bottle opener or something.

 

“What is that?” she asked.

 

“I’ll show you.” he said pulling her armed behind her back. Suddenly Susan felt something tightening around her left thumb. In seconds her right thumb was caught and she realized her hands and wrists were as useless to her as if they were hand cuffed. “They’re thumb cuffs. They are small enough that you can be suitably helpless and yet you can conceal them with your hands and no one but you would know you are vulnerably cuffed.”

 

Susan gave a few little tugged but didn’t like how doing so hurt her thumbs. Bob was right they were every bit as effective as wrist cuffs in rendering her helpless. “So this is how I am going to go out tonight?” she asked.

 

“No, no silly. I told you I bought you a whole new outfit, just for tonight. No this is so you can go out back and tell Ned to tell his parents we might be gone for a few days and perhaps he can collect the newspapers so it won’t seem like we are gone.”

 

Susan wasn’t sure which surprised her more; the fact Bob planned something for a couple of days or him suggesting she go out there like she was dressed to talk to their neighbor’s son. “Honey, I can’t go out there and talk to Ned dressed like this. My ass and pussy aren’t even covered and my tits are pouring out everywhere in this shirt.”

 

“If you go out there while he’s working and get up along the fence, and call him over to you, he’ll be looking down from their side of the fence and all he’ll be able to see is down your front. I’m sure a teenage boy like Ned will enjoy that view but only you will know your horny sexy cunt is dripping wet and exposed.” Bob taunted.

 

Sue considered this for a moment then pleaded. “Come on hon. If he sees my ass or pussy, he might tell Judy.”

 

“If Ned gets lucky and gets a peek at Slutty Sue’s cunt, he’ll be in his room tonight jerking himself off like I was doing thinking of you all afternoon. Now get that ass out there and tell him what I told you.”

 

“Please, give me something for my bottom.”

 

At first Bob was a little miffed at her reluctance but then an evil thought struck him. He started to run up the stairs to the bedrooms and shouted, “Ok, but don’t forget you asked for it.”

 

A moment later Bob retuned with Sue’s vibrator and butt plug. In spite of her protest, both were inserted in a few seconds and turned on. “If I hear one more gripe out of you,  you’ll be sorry.”

 

Sue didn’t want to disappoint her husband on his planned special night but also didn’t want any of the neighbors to know about her kinky side. She sized up the situation. She was pretty sure she could run or now that she had the vibrator and butt plugs up into to her ass and cunt walk swiftly to the fence. The first 20 feet she’d be exposed but once she reached the point that the height of the wooden fence would cover her, she was safe. She’d have to call him over, tell him about their going away but from that point on she knew she’d have the teen’s attention. And how could she end the conversation so he’d go back to work and hopefully she’d make it back without being seen?

 

Bob open the door. He said she had 30 seconds to go for it or he’d kick her out and deal with it. Sue rediscovered just how effective the damn thumb cuffs were. She couldn’t prevent Bob from lining her up near the open back door.

 

Sue watched Ned working. He was coming up facing them but looking down at the mower. The second he turned to go back the opposite direction she started. Stepped out she instantly felt the air swirling around her exposed ass and now damp vibrating cunt.

 

She walked as rapidly as she could and made it before Ned turned to come back with the mower. Once again she quickly sized up her situation. The white stretch knit t-shirt clearly display her tits and nipples. There was no more than 3 inched covering each breast. The rest just bulged out on each side of the strap top. With her hands and arms locked behind her back, she was sure it would appear she was trying to show off her tits. Along with thinking about this and both the ass plug and vibrator both buzzing away in her, she felt a climax building. She tried to ignore the arousal but couldn’t. She heard her husband’s laughter above the roaring sound of the mowed as she dropped to her knees and rode out a climax. What a fucken slut I am she admitted to herself.

 

Then as she clenched her legs tightly together to get the full affect of her second climax, she heard the mower’s roar stop. Susan peeked through the boards of the fence. Ned was finishing up. Without thinking she called out to him. “Ned, Ned could you please come over here.”

 

“Mrs. Banks?” Hello. Is that you Mrs. Banks?” he yelled.

 

“Yes, Ned. I’m by the fence. I need to ask you something. Could you please come over here? She asked.

 

“Yah. I’ll be right over. I’ll just put the mower in the garage and come around.”

 

“No no. Ahh. You don’t have to come over. I don’t have a lot of time. Could you just come over to the fence, please?”

 

Susan heard steps. It dawned on her if he peeks over too far down the fence he’d still see her ass showing out from under the t-shirt. Luckily for her he came nearly to the same spot. He stepped up on a rock along the fence and looked over. He was actually a little embarrassed when he realized he was looking directly down his sexy neighbor’s top. Although he tried not to stare he just couldn’t take his eyes off those firm round tits pouring out of that top and her nipple pointed out under the thin white shirt. Susan backed up about a foot, to look up at him. In spite of her best efforts to try and think of something else, she felt her nipples trying to bust through the cotton top. The fact she knew he was blatantly staring at her tits which she knew the way she was forced to remain she was teasing him. It all just made it harder not to be aware of how slutty she was acting. “Ned, Mr. Banks and I might be away for a few days. I’m not sure how long and we were wondering if you would stop by the front and pick up our newspaper so it doesn’t look like we are away?”

 

There she said it. She stood looking up at him. The way he was looking at her chest she though he must have thought her tits just asked him that question? The few seconds of silence seemed and eternity. Every feeling and sensation was amplified. How in hell could she be feeling the start of an orgasm now? Like this?

 

Susan felt a trickle of her own pussy juice dribbling down between her legs. Try as she might she couldn’t hold back a wheezing sound as the stimulation intensified. “Are you ok, Mrs. Banks?” Ned asked with his mouth nearly dropped open. He watched those magnificent pair of tits rise and fall with her gasping.

 

“Yes, yes, I’m ok. Will you do this for me?” she asked.

 

“You bet. Anything else?”

 

“No. Thank you Ned.” Sue replied but had to dumbly remain posed as she was hoping her would finally leave.

 

The teen stayed for what seemed like minutes waiting for her to leave but she just stood showing off her tits to him. Finally he jumped down from the rock. At first Susan was about to turn and leave but decided to check where he was so she could run back to the back door. Initially she didn’t see him and sighed in relief. But just when she was about to step back she noticed Ned’s body down from where she was peeking though. He was directly at her cunt level looking though the crack between fence planks up her shirt. She almost screamed at him but then realized she was the one prancing around half naked out in the yard. It no longer mattered. She walked as swiftly as she could back to the house but her cunt by now was so sopping wet that she couldn’t hold the vibrator in. It dropped when she raised her leg to take the first step up the back porch. She hesitated for a second, looked back as saw Ned once again looking over the fence at her. “Go get that.” He commanded.

 

“Honey, I can’t go back out like this. Ned’s just watching everything. I can’t bend down and exposed myself an all.”

 

“Then it will cost you tonight.” He threaten. Susan simply shook her head in agreement, opened her mouth to give her husband a big kiss and whispered: “Fuck me right now, right here.” Bob left the butt plug buzzing away up her ass and fucked his sexy slut wife on the kitchen floor. She didn’t care that laying on the thumb cuffs hurt her thumbs a little as Bob pounded into her hot wet cunt.

 

It was getting late. Bob told Sue to touch up her make up and it was time to leave. When she returned again there was no outfit for her to wear but there were a new pair of black 6 inch pencil thin spiked strap heels. The straps criss-crossed and like others, locked with tiny locked around her ankles so she would not be able to remove them. Sue remembered the long night in heels in the forest preserve. As she finished putting them on, she had to admit the shoes made her calf muscles tighten and forced her to walk with a sexy swing to keep her balance.

 

“What about clothes.” she asked.

 

“Later.” Was all he replied prodding her to the garage door and forcing her butt ass naked into the car.

 

“At least it was getting dark out.” she thought as the garage door rose up. Bob pulled out of the garage and down their drive way. There was Ned watering their front yard. Susan spotted him way too late before she slid down in her seat. “Shit, he saw me. He knows I’m naked in the car.”

 

Bob laughed and said something about Sue can apologize to Judy later for the wet sheet she’s sure to find on her son’s bed tomorrow morning.

 

“Bob those are our neighbors. What will they think?”

 

Bob told her to forget it. He reminded her they agreed after this little event, they were going to stop with the kinky stuff. If the Daniels never see another signs of this again, they might just forget what he may or probably won’t tell them anyway. Sue realized he was probably right. What teenage boy would run to his mommy and tell her about the naked woman he just saw?

 

Susan sat there naked. She’d become almost use to being naked or near naked in cars since Larry took control. That brought the thought of Larry in her head. If everything went well and Bob enjoyed this evening or weekend or whatever he planned, she’d tell him about Larry right away. But for now she had one concern. “Ah, you do have clothes for me don’t you?”

 

Bob laughed and motioned toward the back seat. Susan saw a bag from some store she didn’t know. “Why all the mystery and stuff about my outfit?”

 

Again Bob laughed. “We’re going to stop by Buckner’s Preserves. You remember that place, don’t you honey?”

 

“How could I forget?”

 

“You’ll be allowed to get dressed there. This way we are too far from home for you to object to my choice of dresses.”

 

Susan sighed. “What’s with the dress?

 

“Oh it’s a perfectly normal dress of a young girl to wear out, I only had some alterations done to it.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“You’ll soon see my horny slut wife. You’ll see.”

 

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When they finally got to the preserve both Bob and Susan were again pretty horny. Bob told Susan to get out and lean over the car. He had to fuck her right then and there. Susan was so worked up she couldn’t care where they were. As it was they were the only car in the small lot. It was so hot to fuck right out in the open. Bob with his pants down ramming his dick into his wife, who was completely naked except for her stiletto heels, bent over the warm car hood. It had been awhile since Bob fucked her with such animalistic vigor. “This will be one night we both will remember.” Bob whispered as he shot his wad into his wife’s hot cunt. Sue only answered was with her head thrown back and a faint mewing sound.

 

After they were done and she surprised Bob by dropping to her knees, as she was taught by Larry, to lick his cock clean. She looked up and smiled at him and asked if she finally deserved some clothes? Bob chuckled, nearly forgetting she was naked and where they were suppose to be headed. Taking the box from the bag from the back seat he handed Susan her dress.

 

Susan slipped the dress over her head and let it fall. The silky material slid down over her body. She immediately noted the very deep plugging front. She adjusted what little material was there to cover her breasts. The cut just barely covered her nipples on the cleavage side of the front and some of her full round tit flesh shown from the arm sides. Unconsciously, she adjusted the front several times to keep her nipple covered while she looked down at the briefness of the length along with the wide opening in front. Then she noticed the bottom with the 3” slits up each thigh in front. This left only a 5 inch wide panel covering her cunt. Bob was beaming with excitement about how sexy and slutty she looked in the dress. He told her how the sales clerk tried to talk him out of buying it for a wife. If she only knew I had it altered with the side gaps and had the bottom shorten 3 inched all around and the small front panel shorted even more. Bob had her turn around. “Phew.” He snickered. The very bottom of your sexy ass cheeks are showing in back. She also told him the silkiness of the material was so light and filmy that she feels like she is still naked.

 

When they went back in the car, Sue turned to her husband. “Did you consider this Mister Clothing Designer. The shirt and front panel is so short that I can’t sit without my pussy showing. The short panel rises up just over my slit and the split side slide right off my legs.” In reality, Susan wasn’t angry with Bob about this, but simply stating a fact.

 

Sue had no idea where they were going. They were on a back road highway that she had never driven before. It was kind of pretty with the dense growth lining the two lane road. She wondered how Bob knew this area.

 

They drove about 20 minutes before pulling onto a gravel parking lot. Sue looked at the place. It looked dingy. Not at all what she was expecting for the evening. “Is this where we are going to eat?” she asked.

 

Bob shook his head no. He told her their reservations were at another place up the road but they were stopping here for a drink before dinner. Sue didn’t say anything but wondered why this place instead of the bar where they were going to eat. The place had a few big rig trucks parked to one side and several pick up trucks in front. She wondered why Bob passed up one of two parking spots right in front and instead parked on the side of the bar.

 

As she got out, she looked around. It was dark and almost eerie out here. The way Bob parked she had to move past a van along side their car. For the hundredth time since putting on the dress she tugged at the dress’ top to assure her nipples were covered while she carefully walked in the thin heels of the gravel lot.

 

The second Bob open the bar door, she felt goose bumps running down her spine. This was not a place for a woman dressed as she was. Every sensation hit her at once. The thinness of the dress material, the deep revealing cleavage front, the wide gaping slits in the extremely brief skirt that didn’t completely cover her naked ass and her in slut heels. As usual her nipples swelled with the danger and excitement. They perked up under the silky silver top to add to all the other things.

 

*****   TO BE CONTINUED   *******

Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 20

 

( THE DATE OF DATES BEGINS )

 

Susan hesitated at the doorway of the bar. It wasn’t necessarily the fact she was so scantily dressed or even she hadn’t gone through an even worse predicament just the night before but this time she was with Bob and she knew just how far she had already been forced to go. It wasn’t the kind of evening she had expected with her husband. Just when she turn and tried to ask him to go somewhere else for their drink they heard a couple of men whistle at her and called to them.

 

“Wow, bring that piece of ass in here.” Someone shouted. “Look at her buns hanging out of that dress.”

 

“Fuck man, look at them fun bags. If she takes a deep enough breath we’ll all be in for a titty show.”

 

Even Bob was slightly taken back at the brazen catcalls of the guys at the bar. D.B. Slaver had warn him it was a sleazy vulgar bar but this straight out hawking of his wife got Bob reconsidering whether or not this place was a good idea or not. But before he had another thought about it, Susan was pulled forward by her arm into the room.

 

“Will you boys take a look at this. I mean is she about the hottest sexy thing we’ve had come visit here in a long time.” a big man perhaps in his late 50’s said as he raised Susan’s arm up in the air over her head turned her around in a sort of forced modeling of herself.

 

“Hey keep her arms up just like that a second, Jake.” A baldheaded guy said as he took his cell phone out of his hip case. “She’s showing her shaved cunt when she does that.” A flash from his cell phone and he had a picture of it all. “Gonna use this pretty girl’s picture for my screen saver.” He laughed. Susan wasn’t sure if she should struggle or give her husband the show he obviously wanted to get by bringing her to a place like this. But when she heard Bob’s disapproval of their unwelcome handling of her she tried to resist him.

 

For an older guy he was plenty strong. When he noticed she was struggling a bit he simply lifted her arms a few inched higher. Sue simply dangled before the 8 men enjoying her compulsory exhibition. Suspend and wiggling just produced one hell of a show. Her legs kicked slightly and she twisted under his hands. This caused her already exposed cunt to spread and her tits to wobble to the point of nearly coming out of the skimpy top.

 

“Put her down.” Bob spoke up. “That’s my wife.”

 

The big guy holding Sue up looked at him as if he was a nuisance. One man closest to Bob stood up and came between Bob and his helpless wife. “Ah come on man. We’re just having some fun with your old lady. I mean you’re not going to tell us with the way she’s dressed and you guys coming in here that you weren’t looking for some fun?”

 

“No, no. I mean….  well.. “ Bob stammered and wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s just… don’t you think you are going a little too fast?”

 

The guy smiled and put his hand on Bob’s shoulder. “Yah well,  you know chicks like your wife are always flashing their hooters or spreading their legs in their cars at us while were on the road. I mean no one in here is complaining about seeing a smiling piece of pie or a nice rack but very few couples got the balls to stop and give us a close up look or little feel. So when couples like yourselves want to play up games close and personal, we just want to make sure we don’t disappoint you or anything.”

 

Sue let out a little squeal when yet another of the bar regular’s reached up between her thighs and ran his finger through her cunt lips. “Not to worry, mate. Your wife is already enjoying herself here.” He said holding up his finger which glistened with Sue’s cunt juices. “Come on, now, let’s buy you and your wife a drink. Willy, get this couple anything they want. It’s on us.” Sue was let down but blocked from getting close to her husband.

 

Bob nodded his head in acceptance and tried to smile. He realized this is what they were doing. Flaunting and teasing with Sue’s appearance and fine body, it just so quickly got out of his control. He tried to see how his wife was reacting. He noticed there was a hand over her shoulder, through the front of the dress and copping a tit feel but other than her usual reaction to all this attention and groping she didn’t appear to be too frazzled about it.

 

Bob ordered a beer and then remembered what DB Slaver told him about not letting Sue get too tipsy. He ordered her a tall screwdriver, light on the vodka. They asked Bob and Sue their names and one by one everyone introduced themselves. Neither Sue nor Bob remembered any of them.

 

Someone got Sue a stool and placed it so she would be in front of everyone. At first she hesitated full well knowing to get up on it and sit, her ass and cunt would be exposed to all. She glanced over to her husband who nodded his ok. The guys whistled when the hem rose over her shaved cunt. Sue blushed but endured. This wasn’t the kind of pedestal she wanted to be adored upon.

 

The big guy who had held her up by her arm, placed his hand on one knee and spread her legs apart until both legs were on the sides of the stool. This of course spread her cunt open a bit. Sue was handed her drink and thanked them. One of the other men stood up and went behind her. “No need to be shy with us, missy. We like when a pretty thing like you shows herself off to us trucker. How about a look at that rack of yours, Sue.” He said spreading the silky silvery material off to the sides of her tits. Susan’s nipples which were already hard and rigid seem to point out at their stares.

 

“Mighty fine piece of ass, you’re married to buddy.” The bartender stated as he lean over the bar to get a better look. “You into sharing her?”

 

“Ah, no.” Bob tried to sound as firm as he could.” Sue just gets turned on by showing her stuff.”

 

Relieved when no one pushed the subject, Bob became a little more confident about the situation.  For some macho reason, he felt the need to show these guys he was not only a man but the one who was in charge. “Honey, I think these guys deserve the full body shot. Take off the dress and give these guys a good look at you.”

 

A roar went up and a few high five hand slaps as they turned toward Bob. Her husband’s request caught her off guard. It was one thing to be so exposed but another for her own husband encourage things along. “Now.” He snapped uncharacteristically.

 

Susan blushed deeper as she handed her drink to one of the men and got down from the stool. At first she felt a little annoyed with Bob but then considered why they were out in the first place. She promised her husband this would be his night and probably their last night of play for a long time. Sue asked for some music but the place didn’t have a jukebox so the guys started humming the stripper song. Sue danced out of her dress and let it drop to the floor. She turned several times giving a full look at her body. Then she decided to go for it. She turned her back to the men and bent at the waist and spread her legs. Taking her hand she spread her pink pussy lips open and played with her self a little before standing up and turning back towards them and licked her fingers clean. More high fives were given to Bob as she continued. Facing the men she plunged her fingers into her cunt and finger fucked herself only to pull out and lick her fingers some more.

 

Bob was both shocked and proud of his wife. “She sure was horny tonight.” he thought to himself. “Wait until she really gets her surprise.” Bob checked his watch. He figured they had about 20 more minutes before he should get her outside for her abduction.

 

Now Bob was getting caught up in the moment. He felt he had the respect of all these rugged truckers just because he had a wife who would obey him. When he told Sue to come over by him and place her hands behind her back, this really surprised her. The thumb cuffs from earlier went back on rendering her even more vulnerable than ever.

 

From Susan’s experience over the past weeks she knew there is something almost ingrained if not at least spontaneous with men when the cuffs go on a woman, it becomes a right to do as they want with a woman. It was as if any woman kinky enough to allow herself to be cuffed naked just relinquished the right to be treated anything other than as a slut. 

 

 It wasn’t that she was completely oblivious to the fact she was nude, tits thrust out and in a circle of guys she was turning on. Susan considered that it is almost like things progress, or more so, digress in stages. An attractive woman gets looks and attention naturally. A good looking woman in a bar gets even greater attention. A hot woman dressed seductively let alone slutty as she was demands attention. A woman, who would strip naked in a bar like this, pretty much assumes she just forfeited the entitlement of being respected as a lady and is assumed a slut if not at least trampy. Finally a woman who will willingly allow herself to be rendered naked and helpless in such a situation is provoking natural animalistic tendencies to attack helpless prey.

 

Hands began to grab at Susan’s body with the belief that when her husband handed her over to them so vulnerable, it was his signal to go for it. One of the guys got up behind Sue and pressed himself up against Sue’s naked ass. He grabbed both tits and rocked with her as she continued her dance. She instinctively reached back and even with her thumbs cuffed and was able to grab his hard cock through his pants. Her teasing had gone too far.

 

First two then three, then all eight cocks were out. At first Bob said no to her sucking them off and said they could shoot their loads on her but it was Sue who dropped to her knees and took the first cock in her mouth. That was it. There was no turning back but Bob made it clear only blowjobs and then they had to leave.

 

One by one she sucked and licked each cock. Again she surprised her husband when he saw how she could take some of the bigger dicks all the way. Bob had never really tied to deep throat her but it was quite apparent she knew how to take it down.

 

What also was surprising to not only Bob but most of the truckers there was the fact she swallowed all the cum. Even when a little seeped out on the side of her mouth, the slut licked it where ever it dripped.

 

By the time she swallowed the eighth load she was so horny she began rubbing herself against the stool seat or anything she could find. It made a great show but for Bob it meant she was more than ready for her big surprise.

 

Reluctantly they let Sue dress again and gave her a drink to wash the cum down. As much as they thanked her she noted they thanked Bob even more so. She guessed this was how men felt about another man sharing his slut wife. She was considered a slut no matter what but for him to share her, it was his indulgence, not hers.

 

Once again Bob checked his watch. They were right on schedule.

 

Bob and Sue said their goodbyes. Bob got hand shakes, Sue got her ass, cunt or tits grabbed. Once out the door, Bob stopped. “Oh damn I got to take a piss. I can’t make it to the restaurant.” He stopped Sue from trying to follow him back through the door. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to go back in there and wait for me to take a piss. As horny as you made everyone those guys you would be lying on your back with your legs spread open in 10 seconds. Here better go to the car and wait for me.” He told her handing her the keys to the car.

 

Sue looked to the side of the building where there car was parked. It was already dark and she didn’t really want to go by herself but he was right. If she went back in they might not show any control. “Honey, could you walk me to the car. It’s pretty dark out there. I can’t even see the car from here.”

 

Bob quickly thought. “Oh don’t be silly. You know we are right around the corner of the building. Just go. I don’t want to piss in my pants.”

 

Bob watched her walk carefully to the side and into the darkness. Since she couldn’t see him, he didn’t go back in the bar but instead stood and listen carefully.

 

Bob heard the siding of the van’s side door and his wife’s brief shriek that quickly faded to almost a muffled whine. This was followed buy some shuffling and other indistinguishable sounds. Finally, he once again heard the sliding of the van’s door but shut this time. In a few moments the older fellow, DB Slaver, he had met a week earlier came around front. “I was worried you might have a little bit of a hard time alone with her but I guess its ok.”

 

DB nodded. She’s in 3 sets of cuffs. Wrists, elbows and ankle along with a couple of straps on her legs, a fat pear gag in her mouth and a chain around her neck locked to the van’s floor board. He handed Bob a mask and reminded him when he’s around her, he must not speak. Bob said he remembered. “Listen, take your car and follow me but wait until I get to the end of the lot so she doesn’t realize it’s your car. A little less than a quarter mile up this road is an unpaved cut off.” Trent, posing as DB Slaver, point as he spoke. “It’s extremely dense with trees. We’ll go maybe a quarter of a mile down the road and take her out.”

 

“Sounds good.” Bob replied.

 

He walked back and started the van. Bob followed a few seconds later.

 

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The area was very thick with bushes and trees. Bob realized they could have been fifty feet off the road and no one would have seen them. Bob changed into a second set of clothes he was told to bring so his wife wouldn’t suspect even with a mask that one of her captures was her husband. Finally he approached the van. Susan looked very scared lying there pleading into the gag that was strapped into her mouth. He could only imagine months and maybe even years later how she will climax time and again thinking back at this staged game.

 

DB signaled Bob off to the side. He handed Bob a gun. “Is this real?” he whispered.

 

“Yes but the firing pin is removed and of course there are no bullets. You just hold it on her while I untie her and retie her between those trees.”

 

Bob again nodded. The guy was really into details, he thought.

 

“Ok cunt. We’re going to take you out and make you more accessible for our use. If you try anything and I mean anything you will be sorry. Jimmy, if she even flinches to get away, put a bullet into her.” Sue saw the second man for the first time standing behind the one who grabbed her in the lot. Unlike the man who grabbed her, the guy he called Jimmy had a full face mask on. He wasn’t as old as her initial captor but up against two men and one with a gun, she decided not to fight them. At first when she was grabbed she thought it might have been one of the guys from the bar but upon seeing the first guy’s face she realized he wasn’t one of the 8 trucker in the bar. This other guy with the mask didn’t have the appearance of any of the trucker either. Her only hope is that they do what they want with her and let her go eventually. Maybe when Bob discovers her missing he might get the rest of the guys from the bar to come searching for her. She knew they hadn’t driven very far so maybe they can find her.

 

How weird, she thought. She was anxious but not nearly as terrified or panicked as she thought she should be. It probably had to be all she had experienced over the past weeks. What would a couple more cocks up in her be?

 

Sue stood still as her wrists and elbows were released. The guy without the gun, tied ropes to each of her wrists and left the lines just drop to the ground. The masked man, just stood staring at her holding the gun on her. Next he unbuckled her legs and ankles and once again replaced these binding with ropes. Then he pulled out a knife. Sue’s heart began pounding until she realized he was just cutting the thin silk dress off her body. In seconds she was naked and ordered to kneel and bend forward. With her tits hanging, he used thin boot strap leather lacing and tied them extremely tight around the base of each tit. Her tits became twin solid hard red balloons which soon throb straight out from her chest..

 

The man then tossed the length of ropes that were tied to her ankles over opposite tree limbs.

 

“Jimmy , grab that rope.” He ordered the man with the gun.

 

When both men were set, they hoisted her ankles and legs up until she was in an inverted suspension with her legs spread wide apart. Her head hung about a foot off the ground. Next they took the ropes tied to her wrists and tied them to the base of the opposite trees. This created an inverted spread eagle with her bloated tits jutting out at her captors.

 

The older man motioned for the masked one to follow him. Once they were back by the van DB showed Bob a whip. “We’re going to take turns whipping her cunt. It sounds bad but with this whip she’ll feel the sting and fire and will welt a little but nothing that will cause damage. Do you think when we are done you can cum on her? It should add to the scene.” Bob nodded. “We’ll leave her like this for about 30 minutes. This will give her plenty of time to deal not only with her whipped cunt but also to contemplate her situation. I got this for her to enjoy after our fucking so she’ll have pleasure too.” DB said holding a thick ribbed vibrator. “There’s a different bar up the road. We’ll grab a couple of beers and come back to her and fuck her then if it’s ok with you? Do you have anything you want to add?”

 

Bob thought for a second. “Maybe something with her tits. One time when I tied her in our yard while a party was going on next door, I used some clips with bells on the end. She said they hurt like hell but I know she loved the pain they sent into her tits.”

 

“Ok, I got something but trust me I tied those leather straps pretty tight around those babies. It won’t be too long before they will feel like they are on fire.” DB explained.

 

They returned to the hanging spread captive. The unmasked guy told the younger one to begin warming up the slut’s cunt for their cocks. He handed him a whip and told him to use this on her. The first stroke came down with surprising accuracy. After the first five Sue realized hung and spread as she was, a monkey could be just as accurate since her own spread thighs created a guide for the straps to hit directly on her open cunt. She screamed and bucked like hell but only muffled sounds were auditable. She pleaded into the gag but nothing stopped the pain. The leather whip burned across her puffed cunt lips, between them and into her open cunt and at times through her spread open ass cheeks. Each lash was horrible all over but each had one center point that stung the most where the tip of the whip snapped at her tender flesh last.

 

When it stopped she was panting and perspiration ran down her body. Her legs and arms hurt from pulling on her restraints as she tried to avoid the whip. Through tear filled eyes she saw the younger guy hand the whip to the older man. She hadn’t recalled enduring such pain that was so localized as this but she survived. That was what she thought until she heard him say, before I start my turn what do you say we give those tits something to enjoy.

 

He pulled out a small container. “Watch and learn Jimmy.” He said pulling out a length of thin white string. “This is floss tape. It’s thicker and stronger than floss alone and plenty strong for nipples. In a few moments they were playing with her nipples until they sprang to life once more. Sue felt the noose tighten and bite down deep into the base of her tender nipples. “These are a present from Jimmy here. He said your tits need some pain too.”

 

Taking the length of floss, they tied the ends to separate stakes pounded in the ground while pulling each nipple as far as they thought they could stretch. When they were finished with her, not only were Sue’s legs and arms extend painfully apart but also her tits and nipples were in a sadistic spread eagle of their own.

 

The whipping by the older man began. Sue didn’t know whether it was because her cunt was already sore and swollen from the first lashing or the experience of the older man but this was ten times worse. For one thing, he snapped the whip’s end into her ass and cunt and often over her clit. This had her react with a frenzy of twists and jerks. Of course with her nipples staked out to the ground her uncontrolled reaction to the harsher whipping also caused her to torture her own tits and nipples.

 

As the whipping continued the masked man pulled out his dick and shot his cum on her tits and on her face. Upon finishing his turn the old man did the same. She hung in pure pain with their enjoyment running down her body and onto her face.

 

Susan hung limp and very sore. She barely noticed the older man when he took something out of a plastic storage bag he had in his pocket. She groan as she felt him inserting it into her asshole. Whatever it was, it was long, a little jagged and kind of wet. He gave her a hard slap on the ass before looking up at the masked man.

 

“Come on Jimmy, let go get a few beers and round up the boys. I’m sure they’ll like the little surprise we have for them.

 

With that Sue was left naked, hanging, tits staked out and whimpering in pain as they drove off in one of the vehicles they had parked off out of sight.

 

****  TO BE CONTINUED *****

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 21

 

(UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS)

 

Bob wasn’t all that crazy about leaving his wife so utterly vulnerable out in the woods alone. Besides the obvious of other people coming upon her and finding her hanging naked from a tree, he told DB Slaver that he had wanted her to enjoy this time as much as he was too. “You know right now we have the whole sensation of the kidnapping and helplessness build within her.” DB reminded him.  “Did you notice how fucking wet her cunt was? Everything would be ok. That dirty road is a dead end so no one will be traveling down it. But imagine things from her perspective. If she ever wanted the real sense of being kidnapped and absolute helplessness, she’s experiencing it right now.” DB snickered then added, “I’ll bet that slut has climaxed several more times just from the feel of the night air on her spread open cunt.”

 

He surprised Bob with how casually this man called his wife a slut. True, he thought, that was what he was aiming for but he was still her husband. DB checked his watch before telling Bob about now a pretty nasty burning sensation up her ass should be kicking in. I guarantee you it will get her attention and make her dance from her ropes.”

 

Bob had no idea what he was referring to but said it’ll would she wouldn’t dare move much the way they staked out the tits and nipples so tautly. “The slightest move and she’ll tear at her nipples.” Bob replied.

 

“Don’t be so sure. This old masochist knows a few tricks to assure one level of pain will over lap another.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Bob asked just as they pulled up to a different bar up the road from where Sue and he had  just played a short time earlier.

 

“Ever hear of figging, Bob?”

 

“Of what?”

 

“It’s called figging. It was used in the Victorian days when a woman was spanked or whipped. It adds a lot to her discomfort or more so adds tremendously to the dominates pleasure of knowing how much more his slave was suffering. I’ll explain it to you over a beer.”

 

This place was smaller and a lot more crowded than the trucker bar he had sent Susan and him to earlier. DB would not let Bob buy the beers but rather told him to grab a booth so they could talk. Bob sat there wondering just what he wife was enduring as he was there with this man. It seemed to take DB a while before he finally came over and sat down with their beers. Instead of telling him what was happening to his wife he got Bob to tell him about some of the ordeals he had put Susan through. In reality he needed time for things to work. Bob thought this guy would be impressed with his ingenuity with their kinky games and told him about the neighbor’s party and the time he brought Sue to the forest preserves and left her there. They both laughed at his accounts.

 

“So what is happening to Susan right now?” he asked.

 

 ”Figging is using skinned ginger root on and in sensitive areas.” DB explained. “You see ginger, once it begins to act, burns much more intense than say Ben Gay and it builds steadily. If the victim clenches her ass muscles, it just makes more contact to the peeled wet root. Fresh ginger is potent but ginger that has aged for about 3 or 4 days has a vastly increased potency. Your wife is hanging there right now with a thick round, very juicy and very potent finger of ginger shoved din her asshole. In spite of pulling on her stretched out nipples she’ll trying anyway to get that burning out of her ass but nothing will do any good.”

 

Bob looked stunned. He realized both how little he really knew of the bizarre world of S&M and began wondering how far this guy was planning on going. “Maybe we should get back to her.” He blurted out before thinking that he didn’t want to look like some sort of wussy. “You know, I mean if we kind of sneak up on her we can watch all the fun of her struggling with that?”

 

“Take it easy, Bob. Don’t forget the ginger will intensify. We’ll get to see her going crazy with her torment in due time. But don’t forget, besides dealing with the pain she’s also experiencing a desperation with her plight. Being left alone has a bigger impact on the mind than if we were there and she kept begging to be let go. In her situation, she has no one to offer sex for release, no one to offer any kind of deal and no one to beg. That is why we struck fast, showed her only pain and agony and left without giving her the slightest hope of her having any power.” DB finished off his bottle. “Did you do what I told you about saying you were going to be away for awhile?”

 

Bob nodded. “I had her tell the neighbor boy we might be gone. But I’m not sure how that will come into play because I’m sure she thinks I’m looking for her right now.”

 

“In time it will be clear Bob. I’ll get us another beer. We’ll finish up and make a few plans as to what is up next for our captive and sneak on back.” DB Slave said as he checked his watch. 

 

“No not for me.” Bob said. “I’m already feeling this one. I only had a couple at that other bar but I’m starting to feel groggy.”

 

DB came back holding two bottles. “Come on Bob, one more so I know you are ok with everything and will stick to plans. I know she’s your wife and your concern but you wanted to give her something to remember, right? Let her have some climatic memories.”

 

Bob took the bottle and down more than half in one swig. Although he really didn’t want to drink it, he wanted to assure his partner in crime he was ok with it all. “The ginger thing in her ass. It will be ok. No harm done, right?”

 

“That’s the beauty of ginger. Burns like hell and when it’s over its all natural.” He told Bob as he watched him getting woozy. He explained in great length how preparing it properly insures maximum pain with no side effects. He even told Bob he rubbed some on her clit before inserting the finger stalk.

 

“I…. I dooon’tttt knoooow whats the matter with me.” Bob spoke in a slow drawn out voice. Soon he just sat back in the booth seat and simply stared at the older man. His arms and legs felt heavy and he his head kind of flopped backwards.

 

“Come on buddy, you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” DB said loud enough for others to hear. “I’ll get you home.” He pulled Bob from the booth. Bob could move with help but didn’t have much control of himself. When he was placed in the car seat his head went back again. He was buckled in and then DB locked a pair of hand cuffs to one wrist and the base of his seat.

 

“You know Bob women are much more careful who they drink with and what kind of drinks they take from strangers. After all, I’ll bet you never even considered being taken advantage of or any of the things women on the town do now days. Your beers had a pretty good dose of Rohypnol. You know the date rape drug. I know you can hear me and understanding everything. That’s the good part. You can still watch your wife finish getting abused and then raped. The problem is you more than likely will forget the whole evening but I want you to know you have been a big help in my acquisition of your wife. I’m a white slaver. My real name is Trent. I kidnap, do some minor training, sometime alterations to the product and then sell hot looking women to the highest bidder. I got to admit, this was a first where the woman’s husband delivered her to me. Like I said you probably won’t remember any of what I am telling you tomorrow but at least you can watch.”

 

Bob heard and understood every word he was told but couldn’t even lift his arm up to strike at this son-of –a- bitch. A tear formed in his eye as he thought how stupid he had been trusting a complete stranger with his beloved Susan. Then he realized what the purpose of telling someone they would be gone for awhile. No one knew where they where or obviously what they had planned for this evening and if anyone came to ask, they were told that they just going away for awhile.

 

They drove back, to where Sue was hanging from the tree limb. As Trent had anticipated, Susan was madly thrusting and pitching about as much as her spread eagled body and nipples allowed. By now her noosed tits were a deep dark purplish color and her nipples looked to be extended a full inch and a half or more from her tugging at their bindings. Trent’s cock jumped to attention as he watched his captive jerk, moan and suffer with everything. She didn’t even realize they had returned.

 

Bob could see his suffering wife from the car. It took about everything just to try and sit up straighter. The muscle relaxant didn’t allow much more. He had to sit and watch as Trent now took out a bull whip. Susan bolted and leaped the few inches of movement her stretched body had gain through all her jerking about as the first of many lashes struck and curled around her body. As the leather snapped at her soft smooth skin, it left nasty red lines and even some welts. Being that she hung upside down, the tender under sides of her breasts received a lot of the lashes as did her thighs and ass. When he was done, her body was covered is angry red and purplish stripes. She no longer jerked or moved but rather hung limp when he finally released her legs and let her drop to the ground. Bob wasn’t sure if she might be dead as she laid motionless.

 

To make sure Bob saw everything, Trent picked up his wife and draped her over the hood of the car where he pulled out the finger of ginger from her ass and held it up for him to see. This was followed by an unceremonious fucking of his wife.

 

At least while she was being fucked Bob noticed her eyes flicker and her body react to the cock shoved up into her. He even thought he saw her climaxing.

 

-          -

 

As much as Trent would have loved to enjoy the moment longer her knew better. He had work to do and to stick to his plan. Bob’s wrists were cuffed behind his back for nothing more than added security. In reality the date rape drug rendered him completely helpless and Trent knew he’d remain that way for 6 to 8 hours but one can never be too sure in his line of business. Bob was dumped in the back of the van and blindfolded.

 

Next he went to attend to Susan. As fatigued as she was Susan was almost as useless to fight back as Bob was. Her whipping and time spent struggling with the burning pain in her ass and all the taunt ropes pulling on her limbs pretty much depleted her. The difference was she was more alert than her drugged husband who was only a few feet from her. She still had no idea the other man in her kidnapping was her husband. To Susan she was still alone with the two men who kidnapped and beaten her. Surprisingly she was given a t-shirt to put on. It only covered her bruised and beaten top. Under the shirt her tits remained tied as did her nipples. Finally she was cuffed behind her back. Trent had taken some cotton gauze and tape to tape her eyes shut before adding a pair of sunglasses to cover her blindfold.

 

Trent left her sitting in the seat while he collected all the ropes and things lying about before coming back in and opening the glove compartment. There he removed a huge vibrator dildo. It was a good 4 inched in girth and a foot long. He forced Susan to mount it. She realized the thing was huge and try as she might she only could work about 5 inched up into her before slowing down. Trent hollered at her to get it in her. Her pleas that it was too big was met with a couple vicious smacks to her tied tits followed by him pushing down on her shoulder. Susan knew if she didn’t keep trying he’d rip her apart the way he wanted her to do it so she tried her best to think of something arousing. Ironically, what she thought about was how she had to look hanging spread eagled and being whipped.

 

Inch by inch it stretched her open and slipped up into her. He was satisfied when there was but 3 inched remaining. Trent clicked on the vibrator. She couldn’t believe its power. It had to be run by a 5 hp motor she thought.

 

“You keep fucking that thing and don’t stop or I’ll shove a half-dozen more of those ginger sticks up your ass. Do you understand?”

 

Susan cried but nodded as she began to slowly move up and down on the slick vibrating cock. Trent pulled the van back and got on the road. He’d be back in a little while for the Bank’s car but for now he had a muther fucking slut fucking a tree limb up her twat next to him and her drugged husband to attend to. He enjoyed watching her bound tits jiggling as she fucked the dildo. He enjoyed listening to her moaning and grunting as she fucked away at the huge sex toy and finally seeing the slut orgasm a couple of times during the ride.

 

In reality, he took them only a few miles away from where they hung Susan but he drove around with the two for over an hour so there was little way they had any idea where they might be. Susan was taken into the basement of the house where a room and her cell was ready for her. Trent cut the leather straps from around her deep purplish tits. She screamed as the blood rushed back to her tortured boobs. The same only worse happen when he cut the floss nooses from her nipples. The cuffs and eye gauze remained on her.  Bob was taken to the barn’s basement where a similar cell awaited him. Neither knew where the other would be. Neither knew what had happen to the other.

 

After shutting off the lights to the rooms, both were left in complete and total darkness in the windowless rooms. Susan fell asleep in a few minutes. She was so sore and hurt everywhere.

 

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 22

(WELCOME)

 

When Susan began to stir she became very alarmed. She could tell she was naked and immediately noted her wrists were cuffed behind her back. The most disturbing thing was she couldn’t open her eyes even though in the totally blacken room there was nothing to see. She tried rolling over a little to feel the edge of whatever she was laying. Her ass and thighs hurt. She began tracing welt lines on her ass and thighs and anywhere else her cuffed wrists allowed her movement. Her breasts and especially her nipples seem to throb. She laid back and tried to recall what all happen the night before. She remembered being grabbed by someone who jumped out of the van that was parked next to their car. Her struggles were brief as he held something over her mouth and nose. The next thing she remembered was being tied and stripped. She recalled there was an older man who seemed in charge and another guy who had a gun pointed at her but it was clear the old man was in charge.

 

And for no reason she was whipped mercilessly on her ass, tits and heartlessly on and into her spread cunt. And just when she thought that was about as terrible as things could get they staked out her nipples pulling them as far as they would stretch and left her there for a long time.  She remembers suffering not only being hung upside down in the severe position but with something shoved down into her ass that burn like hell and seem to increase over time. The burning became so intense that she tried to some how expel whatever it was from her ass however clinching her ass muscles to try and push it out only got her more burning. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold still from the pain and she struggled for a long time.

 

When the men returned she hoped it was over or at least maybe they would just fuck her and let her go but instead she recalled receiving another whipping. This one may have been the worse whipping she had ever received. The harsh coil from the whip hurt as if it  cut around her body while the leather throng’s tip felt like it burnt itself into her flesh. She had never felt anything so brutal in all the things Larry or others had done to her. She was sure she was going to be whipped to death when it finally stopped.

 

Then she recalled being fucked but only by one of them. The one who later put her in the van and made her fuck a huge vibrator. Where the other guy went she had no idea. She was blindfolded from that point on.

 

She began thinking about her husband and what he might be doing. By now he must be going crazy searching for her. Surely he had the police involved too. As she thought more about everything she figured more than likely a couple of those men from the bar grabbed her. If this was true Bob hopefully had some leads as to who took her and where she might be right now. She knew Bob would not stop looking for her until she was found.

 

Then she began thinking the worse scenario. What is they hurt or did worse to Bob? What if they just wanted to use her and kill her when they are done? She knew it was a very real possibility. No witness is the best witness. She decided to be as cooperative as possible in hopes of keeping them interested in her.

 

-      -

 

Bob too awoke cuffed and blindfolded although not naked. His mind was truly reeling. He had no idea how he got where he was or why his wrists were cuffed behind his back. In reality because of the date rape drug he was fuzzy about most everything all the way to the point of leaving the bar. “What the fuck happen her tried to think? But only bits and piece of the time with DB Slaver and his wife flashed into and quickly out of his mind. She was hung upside down naked but where? He remembered whipping her ass but nothing else. Then even though he wasn’t sure he thought they had left her like that.

 

“Some one help. Help please. Hello!”

 

Bob began screaming for help for the next 20 minutes before tiring of it. “Please be safe, Sue.” He muttered to himself.

 

-     -

 

As for Trent he was up early. He drove to the Bank’s home and let himself in with the key he found on Bob. He put on rubber gloves and began rummaging through drawers and files. He collected what records, accounts and info he needed for now before stumbling on an envelope with a thousand dollars in it. The envelope was marked for emergency use. Trent couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have to say this qualifies as a real emergency for them.” He said before stuffing it into his pocket. Then just as he began to leave she spotted something that surprised him. It was a picture of Sue and Bob with a young girl between them. Trent thought back to his research notes. He recalled that Susan’s medical records stated she was incapable of conceiving which was a hell of a bonus selling point. He placed the picture back down on the shelf.

 

Locking everything up, he went out the back door and walked the two blocks down the street where he parked his car. He got in and checked his watch. It was 7:14 AM. He wondered if his two guests were up yet. He needed to get back to start the ball rolling and to get their cooperation for a few things.

 

-      -

 

Susan heard a door opening and foot steps. She scooted herself over and forced herself to sit up as she heard someone approaching. Her heart began to pound. Would they hurt her more or fuck her. Or was it someone who would rescue her? At first she was about to call out but then thought if it were her captors, she wanted to prove she would cooperate with them. Give them no trouble.

 

A hand went to her face and slowly removed the gauze and tape from her eyes. The light hurt her eyes for a while before finally adjusting to the light. To her surprise another man stood before them. He was a man much younger than the one was in charge from the night before. He had a handlebar mustache, long hair and a scar across his left cheek but when he spoke he sounded strangely familiar to the older man from the night before. “Get up.” He ordered. Susan struggled to comply but when she wasn’t up fast enough he grabbed her hair and yanked her the rest of the way up. Pointing to a toilet in the corner, he told her. “If you have to go, do it now.” At first she had trouble peeing but finally her flow began. He saw how she blushed in shame about peeing in front of a stranger.

 

“I’m going to unlock your hand cuffs and let you have something to eat. Are you going to be good?” he asked? She whispered she would. He told her to wait on the bunk and left. He left to go up stairs to get her some water and a roll. The sound of the cell door closing assured her the bars were solid. He quickly returned carrying just the cup and a roll. He poked at something and she heard a faint beep and then the sound of the lock clicking open. It was then she noticed for the first time a key pad on the inside of the cell door. Instead of closing the door he stood in front of it.

 

‘Hurry and eat. I got a lot to do this morning.”

 

Susan took a bite out of the roll and sipped the water. The roll tasted stale but she wasn’t about to complain. She decided to dare and ask him what was happening. The man looked up at her. “It’s all about money, Susan.” was his only reply.

 

“What do you mean? I’m sure my husband will pay you anything you want. But please don’t hurt me anymore.”

 

“We’ll see.” he said. “If you’re a good obedient slut and do everything without hesitation or try anything stupid you might just get away with the light treatment you got last night.”

 

Two things hit Susan like a bolt of lightening as he spoke. First his voice was the same as the man who took her from Larry two nights earlier but his appearance, his face all looked completely different. And yet his voice sounded like that guy’s as well as the older man from outside the bar. Secondly, if he thought her pain from last night was getting off easy it frighten her to think what could be worse.

 

“Please that whipping hurt me so much. Look at the bruises and welts on me.”

 

“Yes, they are beautiful indeed, now finish up. I have to get a few things ready in the other room.” And with that he went through a doorway she had not yet noticed. The light turned on in the other room and she heard him moving things around.

 

Carefully she dared to get up and peek into the other room. What she saw scared the hell out of her. There were chains and pulleys and ropes and whips and things she had no idea what they were for. He looked to be getting something out of a locked cabinet. When she slowly went to sit back down she noticed the her cell’s door was still open. She looked over her shoulder to assure he couldn’t see her and she crept out of the door and quietly went up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a heavy wooden door. As soon as she discovered it was locked she hurried back down. Luckily he was still busy in the other room. She sat back on her bunk and finished her roll and water just when he came back into the room.

 

He told her she was going to have to endure a little more pain but it had a purpose. She pleaded and told him she was still very sore. “I’ll bet you are.” He laughed. “Don’t worry this will just be just a little tingly shock to make you jump around.” He matter-of-factly told her.

 

“How much. Please no.”

 

“That depends if you obey and cooperate.”

 

“I promise. I will obey and do anything you say. You don’t have to hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.” She assured him.

 

He seemed amused at her pleads. “Ah Susan a woman like you with that kind of body has been created for abuse. You are a natural pain and sex slut and I think even you know it.”

 

“No, that’s not true.” She replied. “I’ve just been forced to obey others.”

 

“Humm, lets test that out.” He said and looked into the toilet where she had peed earlier. “Dip your cup into this toilet and drink your diluted piss.” Susan recalled the horrible taste of the ice and piss Larry made forced her to drink at the motel. She looked at her captor with pleading eyes. “Too late you hesitated. I told you I expect immediate obedience from you slut.”

 

“No, I’m sorry, please I’ll do it.” She said taking a couple of steps toward the toilet bowl.

 

“I said it’s to fucken late.” He growled as he stopped her. He grabbed the cup from her hand and unzipped himself. In seconds a stream of yellow piss flowed into the cup to the brim. “Drink this.” he handed her the cup. It felt warm from his fresh piss. This time she dared not hesitate and began to force the liquid down. “Stop.” He commanded. Relieved she did. “Tell me how you love drinking my piss.”

 

Again he saw her blush deepen. “I love it sir.” She replied.

 

“Love what?”

 

“I love drinking your piss, sir.”

 

“Good, then finish it all up and I’ll make sure you get plenty to drink since you love it so much.”

 

Susan coughed and choked when she finished but was able to hold it in. He made her walk into the other room where her wrists were cuffed into wrists restraints on a spreader bar. The bar had a chain attached to it and soon he cranked a handle and she began to rise off the floor. He attached straps and chains to her ankles and locked each ankle way out to floor rings. He went back to the wench and cranked it some more. Susan felt her arms and legs being stretched out to the point she was afraid of dislocation. The guy tested her body’s tautness. He could move her but only a few inches.

 

“Oh please no.” she implored when she saw him holding nasty looking alligator clips with wires attached. She wiggled just a little as he stretched out on her left nipple. Sue whimpered as she watched the metal teeth open over it. The pain when he let it close on the still sore nub was intense. Her head jerked back and she howled. Of course this didn’t stop him from repeating the procedure to her right nipple. Susan began panting and trying to deal with the biting pain of the spring tension metal teeth gnawing into her tender nips.

 

“Humm one more left.” He said holding another clip with leads. ”Tell me where I should put this one, slut. Susan knew where he wanted it but just shook her head no. She just didn’t want to believe he would place something so horrible anywhere on her pussy. “More disobedience. That will earn you 2 levels higher setting of shock.” He smiled at her tear filled eyes. “Now you tell me slut,  where should I place this one to give you the most pain.?”

 

Susan could barely speak. “On my pussy sir.” She whispered.

 

“Cunt, a cunt, you are a slut slave and only have a cunt. If you say breast or pussy again, you will be punished for it. Ladies have virginas or maybe pussies and breasts but you are a slut slave with tits to whip, an ass to whip and fuck and a cunt for anyone to use. Say it.”

 

“Cunt, I have a cunt.” She cried out.

 

She winced the instant she felt the touch of the metal clip to her cunt. “Slut, answer me honestly or you will earn even more levels of shock. Do you think it will hurt more clipping this to your cunt lips or your clit?”

 

Susan burst out crying but some how managed to utter the word clit. “I thought so too.” He said as he began to massage her love button.

 

“Ahhhhhh” she moaned and cried as she felt herself reacting to his touch. Her body was betraying her. When he let the clip’s teeth close upon the small swollen nub she went wild, jerking and twisting as much as she could in her tight restraints. Susan pleaded and promised anything if he would just remove that clip. Instead he left her for awhile to calm down.

 

Upon returning, her head was hung down. She was dripping sweat and breathing deeply. He calmly and indifferently sat in a chair to the side and placed a box in his lap. The box had the other ends of the wires attached to it. “I have only tested this on my finger at level two. That is the level I had plan for you today.” With that she saw a green light go on and then saw him turn a knob that clicked twice. Sharp stinging pain shot into her nipples and clit. It felt as if someone was pricking her in those areas with multiple pins. Susan pulled on her restraints and cried out. “I can only imagine how that hurts on your nipples and clit. But enough empathy.” He turned the knob two more clicks. The pain doubled. She shook and danced and screamed louder than she imagined she could. Susan began begging for him to stop it. She promised him anything. She shouted how she will obey and be a good slut slave. He pushed a button and the green light went off along with the power but he left the setting at 4.

 

“So you say you’re going to be a good slave?”

 

“Yes, yes please.” She interrupted him.

 

“As I said you were to just get level 2 but you earned level 4 when you hesitated drinking the toilet water. That is how things are going to work and there will be no recourse once you disobey, hesitate or lie. You are lucky you told me you would hurt more getting shocked to your clit or you would have earn another 2 level. Hell there are only 8 shock levels in all.”

 

“Please I’ll be good.”

 

“Do you understand once you earned a punishment all the begging will not stop it? As a matter of fact if you beg forgiveness knowing you deserve the correction and punishment, that will earn you extra punishment. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.” She replied in a panting voice.

 

“Good lets review.” He said setting down the controller to Sue’s relief.

 

“Do you know how you will earn punishments?”

 

She began to nod but then realized like before he wanted her to say it. “If I hesitate to do anything you ask, I will be punished. If I disobey, I will be punished. If I lie I will be punished. If I say pussy or breast instead of cunt and tits, I will be punished. And if I beg or plead for forgiveness, I will be punished.”

 

Trent nodded. His plan on breaking her early was working but now he had to teach her nothing will get by him. “Do you agree a slut slave deserves punishments for these things?” Susan was afraid when she finally eagerly agreed but he didn’t seem to notice her hesitation.

 

“Of course until everything is completed, you will probably get some pain if your husband doesn’t cooperate. Unfortunately, any hesitation by him will be paid by you too.”

 

Trent reached for what looked like a TV controller and sat back into the chair. “Slut are you being honest with me?”

 

“Yes sir.” She quickly replied.

 

“And you will obey and not try to escape if the chance arises because there will be times when I will need you out in public and expect utmost obedience.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Humm, I’m a little perplexed about your honesty.” He continued as he scratched his head. “You swear your obedience and honesty but you haven’t told me about how you already tried to escape.”  Trent clicked the TV remote and Susan saw her image on the bed getting up and sneaking out the cell door. Her mouth dropped just as he turned the zapper back on and turned up voltage to a level 6.

 

Susan’s eyes nearly rolled up into her head. She screamed until it only sounded like a gurgling sound. Trent nonchalantly walked up behind her and stuffed a rubber ball gag into her mouth. “Can’t have you biting or swallowing your tongue, can we?” He said as he buckled it. He sat back down and watched her shake as if …….. as if she was being electrocuted. Trent knew the levels were an unbearable torture but they were non-life threatening for a healthy woman Susan’s age. He always enjoyed watching one of his captives suffering for the first time knowing the painful lesson she was learning would work wonders later. In a sadistic moment he turned up the shocker to maximum for only a few seconds before turning the power completely off. Susan coughed and moaned. Her chest rose and fell and she gasped for breath. “Never turned it up to 8 until now. You’re special.”

 

Trent placed the electro controller on a platform in front of Susan’s hanging spread eagle body and looked back toward the TV for placement.

 

“I got some passwords, pin numbers and codes to get from your hubby. You just hang tight.” He sarcastically stated. “Oh don’t worry about this thing,” he said pointing to the controller, “the only way it will activate is if Bobby doesn’t cooperate. Then it’s his fault if you fry again.”

 

Before leaving the room, Trent clicked a spotlight on that was directed on Sue’s hanging frame. With the light in her eyes she couldn’t see him adjusting a camera mounted on a tripod at her. She heard the cell door lock.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

 

CHAPTER 23

( HOWS YOUR HEAD FEELING )

 

Trent made the short walk across the barnyard to the empty equipment barn where Bob was housed in its basement. Unlike his wife, Bob was totally confused as to what in hell had happen but he soon would find out.

 

“Good morning Bob.” Trent said cheerfully carrying a similar electrical shocker and control box he had attached to Susan’s tits and clit. I assume you slept ok but probably have a bit of a headache this morning. Drinking does that you know.”

 

“What has happen? What happen to my wife? What do you want?” he blabbered out the questions in rapid secession. Still blindfolded and cuffed, all Bob was reacting to was DB Slaver’s voice but he sounded different. Like without the old man’s groggy sound to it.

 

“All in good time, Bob.” Trent stated as he walked over to a mounted TV screen and turned it to face Bob’s cell. “Now first thing, first, Bob.” He said unlocking the cell door with the same key pad lock, then took off Bob’s blindfold. It took Bob a little while to adjust to the light before he saw the younger man with the handlebar mustache and scar across his face.

 

“Who are you and what do you want?” Bob asked again.

 

“I’ll explain everything you need to know but first I want….” Trend’s sentence was cut off when Bob shouted, “Damn it no! I want to know where I am and where is my wife? Who the fuck are you?”

 

Trent shook his head and pointed the TV’s controller to turn it on. Bob’s eyes widen as he saw Susan hanging spread eagle. Before Bob could ask another question, he saw Trent opening a flip phone, punching in some numbers and then suddenly Susan’s body seem to jolt and shudder about and she began to scream behind her ball gag. “You did this to your wife.” Trent unemotionally stated. I want you to shut up and listen to me. Do you understand, Bob? Because if you don’t she contues to feel the electrical current.”

 

“Ya,…. yes.” He nodded while replying without taking his eye off his twitching wife’s body. “What are you doing to her?” he absent mindedly asked.

 

“Your asking that question again just earned Suzy slut an added full minute of electrical shocks to those magnificent tits and her clit.” Trent said while joining Bob listening to Sue’s muffled shrieks and watched her fight the restraints as she shook from the electrical jolts to her most sensitive areas of her body.

 

To Bob it seemed to last 5 minutes before he noticed something stopped and his wife’s body went limp. She was panting. Her head rolled from one shoulder to the other. Trent waited a few seconds longer to see if Bob would dare speak again.

 

“Good. So we understand each other. Anytime you speak without permission, your wife will suffer. And each new punishment occurrence will increase in length.”

 

Trent lean up against the cell bars. “As you may have guessed by now, I am not, nor is there a DB Slaver or any one you know. I am a business man and as long as we are doing business together and you and your wife completely cooperate with me, no one will get hurt.” Trent snickers at what he just said and added. “Well hurt is a relative term I guess. I’m afraid your wife will most definitely experience quit a bit of pain but unless either of you stop cooperating with me, lets just say no one needs to die.”

 

“Please, we have money.” Bob said.

 

Trent scratched his head. His facial expression, displayed a bit of frustration as he flipped open his cell phone again. Bob screamed no just as Susan’s muffled screams commenced once more. Bob’s mouth open to protest but he remained silent. Tears filled his eyes as he once again watched his naked wife jerking and tossing what little the fetters allowed her for the next 90 seconds. What neither he nor Trent could know was during that minute and a half session she had a climax too.

 

“As I was saying,” Trent continued the moment Susan’s body once more wilted and hung still. “I am well aware of the money you have Mr. Banks. I know all the assets available to you and expect your full cooperation in transferring all of them to me but first it may help for you to fully understand the extent of my power over you and your wife so we can make this a little easier on poor Susan there.” He said nodding toward the TV screen.

 

“First let me explain these accommodations and the situation to you. Your cell door is electronically controlled by a five digit pin number, one for lock and a different one for open. This is so, if at some chance in time there would be an opportunity for you to say risk attempting something stupid, only I could open the cell. If I were to meet an untimely demise, I’m afraid you and your wife would eventually starve to death while locked in your cells. Is that understood, Bob?”

 

Bob nodded.

 

“Your wife is at a different location. Lets just say, it’s a decent drive.” He lied. “I will let you see or witness some of the time I am with Susan both for encouragement and motivational purposes. Don’t forget Bob, you, you contacted me. You got your wife into this. You are responsible for whatever happens.”

 

Trent liked the idea of making each of the two feel responsible for their situation. Later on he would tell Susan if she hadn’t contacted him or done the things she did, Bob wouldn’t be in the situation he was in. The guilt factor seem to assist with cooperation.

 

“I’m going to release your cuffs in a moment but first consider this. I will punch in a pin number on my cell phone which sends a command to the electrical shock box controller. It will be a 15 minute delay start for the juice flowing to your wife’s tits and cunt. If I don’t or heaven forbid, can’t for some reason send the cancel command, I’m afraid Bob, it would mean a continues electrical torture for poor slut until her heart or nervous system can’t take it any longer. Then again she’s young and strong, I’ll bet she could last suffering like that for hours before the inevitable end.”

 

Bob knew exactly the meaning of this and remained placid once released. “Ok, now,” Trent continued once placing the cuffs in his back pocket and taking out a pad and pen. “First thing, what is your ATM pin number?

 

Bob thought for a second longer than he should have then sighed and said, “8181.”

 

“Bob, Bob, Bob. Don’t you know how dangerous, it is to use a number like you address as a pin number. Any punk who might have just gotten hold of your ATM card might have tried that number.” Trent said holding up Bob’s bank card. He stood up and took two steps toward the cell door, hesitated for a few seconds and turned back toward Bob. “I guess I should tell you, if I drive all the way to the bank and find out this is not your pin number, Susan’s torture goes up 3 fold so to make sure, you did say 8181, right?”

 

“Wait, ok. It’s 5418.”

 

Trent shook his head. He unlocked the door, stepped out and relocked it before pulling the cell phone from his pocket. “Your wife has earned herself a five minute shocking session for some misconduct earlier this morning. Your lying about the pin number has just doubled it.

 

“No please!” Bob screamed.

 

“Oops, you just tripled it. Want to go for quadrupling it?”

 

Bob’s eyes were riveted to the screen expecting to see his wife dancing in pain again. Instead, he heard a phone ring and speaker picked up the call. “How are you doing slut? Did you get your husband’s messages? I had them hard wired to your cunt and tits.”

 

Susan’s head lifted slightly. Her body was bathed in dripping sweat. “I asked you a question, slut. Did you get the messages your husband had me send you?” She wasn’t sure what messages he was referring to. Suddenly she received four short electrical jolts to just her clit. She frantically nodded yes when she understood his meaning. “Good. Well I’m afraid you husband isn’t as quick of a learner as you are, my dear, so this is how it will go. You earned yourself five minutes of continues shock for your disobedience from this morning however Bob has decided you should get three times the torture. I’m afraid this dumb fucker doesn’t realize just how terrible it hurts to have electricity shot through your nipple to your tits and sizzling into a clit but he has been watching and if I’m not mistaken, he developed a hell of a boner watching you on camera suffering.”

 

Bob’s heart sank, knowing it was true. His cock was as hard as a rock.

 

“So we don’t desensitize that clitty of yours, I think I will program each 5 minute session to occur separately but if I come back from your bank after making a small withdraw and discover Bobby here didn’t cum while enjoying the show you will provide him, I’m afraid that you will suffer the consequences. Nod your head if you want your husband to cum while watching you suffering.” Susan nodded immediately. She felt humiliated going along with this guy’s game to torment her husband but she wanted nothing to do with any additional punishments. “There you go Bob. Here’s three Dixie cups. You better enjoy watching Susan’s electrical dance. I expect you to be playing with yourself while watching each of the sessions you and her earned this morning and I want to see a donation from each show, beginning right now.” He said while pushing the button that sent the first five minutes of continues jolts into Susan’s body.

 

At first Bob sat stunned watching Susan’s thrashings before pulling out his cock. What he didn’t know was Trent turned on a video recorder catching him jerking off while watching his wife tortured. Trent wasn’t sure exactly what he would do with the recording but it would stay on file.

 

“You guys make a loving couple, you know. Your wife enjoying pain and humiliation and you benefiting from watching her suffering though it.”  He said to humiliate Bob before closing the door leading down to the barn’s basement.

 

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Trent took his time going to the bank. He wore a hooded shirt and hat and was careful not to let any of this bank branch’s security cameras get a good shot of his already disguised face. He also used a latex finger cover on the finger he used to punch the pin code on the pad. No finger prints would be left anywhere. He wasn’t surprised that the pin number was good but this was just a small test of a few hundred dollars. The bigger money would come from liquidating all their assets and finally culminating with the sale of Susan into white slavery but that would take weeks and he had expenses that these petty cash trips would cover. He also had needs which a certain blond slut world provide him over these weeks.

 

It was close to noon when Trent returned to Bob’s cell. His sexy naked captive on the TV screen looked worn as she hung spread open in full color. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Trent asked looking at the three paper cups with cum in each one. Bob was about to reply then remembered about his no speaking rule. He nodded affirmatively. “You must really get off watching your wife tortured. You did cum each time like I told you didn’t you?” Again he nodded. “Good because you know what disobedience will get your wife, don’t you?” One more confirming nod. “Lets just check for sure.” He said clicking the TV controller while fast rewinding a recording of Bob’s cell. Trent found what he was looking for. Clearly Bob was pouring cum from a cup into another so all three would have some of the cum he was depleted while watching Susan’s first torture session.

 

“Please, I honestly wanted to comply with your demands but I can’t cum that quickly in such a short time.” Bob knew speaking was against the rules but he had to make this maniac realize it was impossible.

 

“Tish, tish tish.” Was Trend’s only reply.

 

“Please take our money. Take anything you want but you can’t put Sue through that again.” He pleaded.

 

“Oh but I can Bob. I can do whatever I want with the slut. She is a real slut you know Bob. Did you know she’s been fucking your associate Larry Parker for weeks? She enjoyed his cock and being his slut slave so much she started drugging you the evenings she wanted to go out with him.”

 

The look Bob gave Trent told him he didn’t believe him. Trent walked over to a box and pulled out an envelope. Bob could tell he was obviously looking through a stack of pictures until he found the two he wanted. “I think this will confirm a little of what I’m telling you.” He said handing the photos through the bars to Bob.

 

The first picture was one Larry had set up his camera to take of Susan, naked on their bed while Bob was tranquilized. She had on some sort of collar with a tag. Her legs were spread open and she appeared to be coaxing someone to come to her. But the most disturbing picture was the second one. It showed her basically sitting on him while bent over and sucking Larry Parker’s dick right in their own bed. Bob’s hand went to cover his mouth as he whispered “fuck no.”

 

Giving Bob this initial information was the first step in Trend’s plan. “Strip!”

 

Bob wasn’t even fully aware Trent had spoke for a moment. He looked up at the man with a surprised look on his face. “I said strip, now or else.” He said holding the dredged cell phone in his hand. Bob slowly got up and took all his clothes off and handed them to Trent.

 

Next he handed Bob the second electrical shocker and told him place two clips to each of his nipples as well as his scrotum.

 

Bob just sat holding the mechanism. He couldn’t believe he wanted him to attach it to his own nipples and balls. Trent didn’t hesitate to pull out the phone again. He punched in codes and instantly Susan started reacting to the electricity bombarding her body. Her muffled screams seem to hit a new peek. Bob watched his wife suffering from his indecisiveness. After clipping his left nipple he went slower to clip this right. To clip his own balls was frightening but he knew he had to. He raised his hands away to show he completed his task.

 

Hit the on button. He did expecting to be shocked but nothing. Turn that knob to the first point. Bob did so and his hands immediately went to his balls. He unsnapped the clips. Ahhhhh.

 

“Put them back on Bob.” Trent demanded. It took all his will power to do so. “Turn it up another notch.”

 

This time when he did, there was no way he could will himself to suffer such pain. Bob turned the controller off and whimpered as he took the clips off his ball sacs as well as his nipples. He couldn’t stop shacking for a few seconds after the zapping stopped.

 

“You only experienced level 4. Your wife is receiving level 6 jolts to her nipples and clit. And all she can do is suffer.” Bob didn’t think but instead shouted for him to stop her pain. Trent shook his head and started dialing the control’s number but stopped before hitting send. He had an idea.

 

“I’ll tell you what Bob between your disobedience with not cumming three times and that last out burst, you have racked up your wife 20 minutes of maximum shock level. Think of that. You couldn’t handle ½ of that level for 10 seconds.” Bob kept shaking his head. He never felt so helpless. “I’ll give you a chance at cutting the voltage level back to 4 but I’ll warn you, if you fail to accomplish a task to my satisfaction, it’s an added 10 minute punishment for Susan at level 8.”

 

Bob indicated he wanted to speak and Trent gave him a nod to do so. “What is the task?” he asked.

 

“Sorry, you have to agree or not. It’s not anything impossible to accomplish. Rather easy actually. You will announce to your wife her punishment but as I instruct you to do so.”

 

As much as he figured there was a catch, Bob couldn’t fathom anyone, let alone his wife, suffering a 20 minute torture of electrical shocks at double the power he just experienced. Even at half it would be an excruciating torture. Bob nodded ok.

 

“Ok Bob. I’m going to give you a dozen photos of the slut with Larry, a few with some boys at a baseball park and a few other odds and end shots of her slutting around. I’m going to take a piss and when I get back, I will give you the cell phone which will be over the speaker where your wife is. You are to tell her first what a slut you discovered her to be. Second, how she got you both in this situation and thirdly, why she deserves the punishment she is about to get. If you don’t sound convincing to me, she will suffer worse than you can imagine. Since you already agreed, if you back out, she will still get the punishment. Your wife’s fate for this punishment is in your hands.” Trent went up and took his piss while Bob was shocked at seeing pictures of his wife sucking boys off, acting like a complete slut for Larry, the scum, and fucking other men. When, how did this all happen? Bob wondered. In spite of these surprising revelations, he didn’t feel at all that this was Susan’s fault. They were kidnapped and being robbed and Bob knew it was he who contacted this man. And there was no way his love deserved to be punished like she would be. But he also knew he better sound convincing or the unimaginable would await her. When this was all over, he would explain why he had to say what he was about to tell her.

 

Trent came back in few minutes. He dialed his phone but before handing it to him, he warn Bob to do something stupid, would cost them both. Bob nodded.

 

When he was handed the phone he heard a beep both on the phone and on the TV outside his cell. “Susan, this is Bob.” He announced. On the screen, his wife’s face seemed to come alive. She looked up at where the speaker must be mounted. Her whole exhausted demeanor changed in seconds. Bob so wanted to call her honey or sweetie and tell her he loved her but he knew for her sake he had to sound mean.

 

 “Listen to me you fucken slut. I just have seen a bunch of pictures of you fucking Larry Parker and a good half dozen other men. Not only that you bitch, there are photos of you sucking a bunch of kids at a park. More of you willfully exposing yourself. You are one hell of fucking slut. And because of the way you have acted is why we are both suffering this fate.” Bob’s voice quivered a little when he had to tell her she deserved another round of punishment and that he could see her on TV.

 

Trent took the cell phone back, disconnected from the speaker in Susan’s area and told Bob he did good and that he was programming only level 4 voltage for the next 20 minutes. “You see Bob, you cooperate with me, and things will not be as bad as they could be. Bob saw him hit send and looked at the screen. He saw Sue’s shacking her head no. Tears ran down her cheeks. How Bob wanted to hug her. To help her. How he wanted to scream out to this guy and call him a bastard. In stead all he could do was stare at his wife hanging and quivering from the constant zapping.

 

Once is started, Trent turned off the light to the room and left Bob watching his wife suffer pain he only could imagine.

 

For Trent the morning went well. Both Susan and Bob now have it in their heads that they are responsible for this situation. By keeping them apart and keeping them from communicating directly with each other, their guilt will help in each of their cooperation. Any bravery or courage would result in making their partner suffer. Trent began to think of ways to test each of their resolve to protect the other. If all works well, he might be able to move forward at a quicker pace.

 

 **** TO BE CONTINUE  ****

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 24

(A HITCH IN THE PLAN)

 

Trent walked across the barnyard to his waiting slut slave. Susan looked utterly fatigued from both enduing the wicked jolts of electricity and her futile fight with her restraints. Trent cupped her sweaty tits and twisted the clips on her nipples until he finally got a reaction from her limp body. He loved having so much control of a lovely woman. And although he wanted and needed her cooperation when required, to be honest his greatest joy was wrenching a reaction from a woman and forcing her to comply. He observed as Susan’s body tighten and quiver from his abuse. Whether this reaction was from pain or pleasure or both, he took great enjoyment in provoking a response against one’s will. So often Trent’s victims would struggle not to cry or fight an orgasm but he knew a woman’s body and knew how to wrest what he wanted from them. Trent continued to twist Sue’s already swollen nipples until finally she gave up a muffled squeal from behind her gag. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He thought to himself before looking down her body. An evil grin crept across his face when he noted that this slut’s cunt lips were puffy with her obvious arousal as well as leaking her juices.

 

It was time for both pleasure and reinforcement. Trent knew, however, he needed to allowed sufficient time so Bob would think it was travel time between the two of them. During this time, he began playing with Susan clit and sliding his fingers into her already wet cunt. He easily worked her up to the very edge of an orgasm before stopping completely. Susan moaned in heated frustration. This to her was more sadistic than all the electrical shocks she just tolerated.

 

Trent unclipped the lead biting her clit. Her body rose upward and she screamed into her gag as the blood rushed back. She couldn’t believe being released of the nasty clip could cause so much pain.

 

“I’m going to give you a choice slut.” He stepped back and made sure he had her attention. You can enjoy a climax with your husband watching you fucking me on camera. Or you can take 15 minutes of full power shocks to your nipples. Or you can beg me to fuck you and turning on the juice to your tits only when you are about to climax. Which will it be?”

 

Susan was horny and needed a fucking but this whole situation had pulled her back from the normal slut slave mood she often had fallen under during these conditions. “I don’t know what you mean.” Was all she uttered.

 

Trent’s voice rose in a fake anger. “It’s easy you stupid slut. You fuck me on camera with your husband watching or your nipples get lit up again or you fuck me and tell me how bad you want anyone to fuck you and when you cum, you get to feel the fireworks every woman wants to experience in bliss. Now choose or I will for you.”

 

“The last thing. The last one.” she blurted out. “No camera.”

 

“Ok, but listen to me slut, if at anytime while I’m fucking you, if I don’t think you sound sincere about wanting to be fucked or wanting the shocks to your tits, you will get all three.

 

Trent untied Susan while leaving the leads to her tits attached. He told her to lie down on the floor while he checked his hidden camera angles. “Start playing with yourself and begging me for my cock slut.”

 

Susan’s fingers went straight to her slit. She felt she could cum right then and there but knew if she did he might make her suffer all three of his scenarios.

 

“Please I need to be fucked. Please fuck me.” Sue’s fingers glistened with wetness as they plunged deeper into her cunt. “I need a cock anybody’s cock. Please!”

 

“What about your husband? What if he finds out?”

 

Susan stopped and looked over towards the man holding them captive.

 

“Who told you to stop slut? You aren’t very convincing to me. I think you get all three punishments.”

 

“Please no.” As soon as she begged, Susan realized her mistake. “Pleading only gets her worse punishments but it was this kind of reaction Trent was sure he could get from her.

 

“Now you only have two choices, slut. 25 minutes of full power to your tits or fuck me, beg for my cock, and when I ask about your husband, you will tell the camera you don’t care what he thinks. He got you into this situation with his planned ordeal and all you want is cock.” Trent pulled up on both nipple leads until Susan had to arch up off the floor. “You have this one last time to sound convincing and do it right or you and your husband will get the same punishment. You heard what he said after discovering you’d been fucking around with that salesman Larry. Do you want him to suffer more pain today?”

 

Things were happening faster than Susan had time to reason. Later, alone in the dark she thought about Bob seeing the special of her not only fucking but enthusiastically fucking her captor. When asked about her husband she said she didn’t care and only wanted a cock. He asked her if her husband was as good and she said no. Then just as she arched up in a colossal climax she couldn’t believe her own voice begged for the shocks to her tits. In spite of the pain to her tits she continued to ride out the orgasm. The several times she tired to reach of the clips with the leads, his hand stopped her and all she could do was bounce around on the floor and fuck his cock. Even Trent was surprised how strong her climax continued even while receiving full power to her nipples. It was one hot ride and one he knew he would repeat it often while he still possessed her.

 

But at the end, Sue made one more final mistake. As Trent removed the leads she noticed the camera was still on. She turned toward the camera and tried to relate a message to Bob that she was sorry and didn’t blame him. It was her fault for what was happening to them. Unfortunately, Trent wasn’t sending the feed live to Bob’s cell be rather he would see the edited version a half hour later. Susan earned herself another punishment but it would have to wait.

 

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Bob’s eyes were filled with tears as he watched his wife fuck a man more enthusiastically than he could ever imagine. He knew his wife had gotten deeper into the S&M scene but when she begged to have her tits shocked and knowing first hand how that felt really stunned him. But what was devastating was to hear her say she wanted any cock and confirmed his fears that she blamed him for their situation. Right then and there he was convinced he would do most anything to save her pain from his stupid move.

 

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By their 4th day in separate captivities, Trent pretty much had them both pretty well down the road where he wanted them. Bob readily complied with any of Trent’s request after seeing what contraption or degree of punishment his wife would endure if he didn’t cooperate. Trent had him quit his job. He told his boss his wife’s family won a huge sum of money and they were packed up and moving to join them. He asked if his cousin Trent could pick up his final check. Needless to say they were none too happy with him. The stock and bond sales were next and even when the account manager warned him about huge tax considerations for cashing out, Bob insisted he needed the money. Signing over the car for sale was relatively easy. Now there was just the matter of the house and its belongings.

 

This was going to be a job for Susan.

 

Trent had tested her repeatedly with ample opportunity to try and seek help from outsiders. Of course this was rigged too but she came though without once attempting anything stupid. The house went up for sale so far below market price it sold in little over a week. It was while Trent had Susan in a scanty 6 inch skirt and blouse with only the last two bottom buttons left on it, conducting a yard sale that her biggest test came upon her.

 

Of course Trent could not have predicted every thing but he prepped Sue on many situations that might come up from being asked about her and her husband’s dramatic turn of events to her appearance. Each and every response he had directed her were demeaning to her. For instance, when Janet asked her what was up and where was Bob. Sue thought how to respond. She was told if anyone asked why they were moving she was to bend over at the waist to exposed her naked ass from under the tiny skirt and pick up a dollar from the tray from their sales and tell her it was all about money. If someone asked about this other man, Ken, who was with her, she was to grab her pussy and say he’s real good at you know what. Sue had to improvise as she spotted Ken (Trent) listening to their conversation and watching her closely. She leaned forward giving Ned an excellent and obvious shot at her tits under her open blouse. “Haven’t you ever wanted some young studs, Janet? They cost money, you know.”

 

Janet blew up immediately. She’d over looked seeing her neighbor sneaking off with some guy for weeks now. She hadn’t said anything about the trampy outfits she’d seen her in but hitting on her son was too much. When Janet went to grab Susan away from her boy she pulled so hard the two remaining buttons of the blouse popped off. Susan’s tits poured out. Her attempts to protect herself only exposed herself more to the surprised garage sale shoppers. Trent enjoyed the two arguing women and Susan demeaning herself further until he felt it was time to break it up.

 

The garage sale contributed little compared to the sales of the two cars, house and financial holding but it did wonders in molding a mind set in Susan’s head. She was alone in this. She had no idea where Bob was but she alone had the responsibility to make things go right even though Trent was making everything so demeaning to her.

 

For instance when a couple from the end of the street were browsing and the man asked if he could use the washroom, Trent seized on the opportunity to order Susan to follow him in the house and if she did not come out later with a mouth full of cum to show him, he threaten to tie 25 pound weights to Bob’s ball and make him hang from the rafters all night. Poor Susan had to do whatever she could to convince the startled neighbor she desperately wanted to suck him off when he came out of the bathroom. At first he thought is was a joke so she open her blouse and hiked up the shirt skirt exposing herself while rubbing the front of his pants. Still he was worried about his wife out front. Susan guided him to a back room and dropped to her knees. How could any man fight such an insistent beautiful slut like Susan Banks? If only he knew she was some kind of a nymphomaniac years ago.

 

Once confirming Susan’s mouth was full of cum he told her to hold it for the next 15 minutes. Just more humiliation as she and the satisfied neighbor exchanged glances occasionally. What the hell he thought, his wife was enjoying picking out bargains, why shouldn’t he have enjoyed the neighborhood slut?

 

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During the garage sale, Trent asked Susan once again why they had so many pictures of them and their niece. She lied and told him it was because they didn’t have children of their own. It was then for the first time, Susan wondered what and how Pam would react when she returned from Europe to find them gone without a trace. It might be the one chance to have someone inquire about their true fate. Susan begged Trent to let her use the washroom. He allowed it knowing the phones had been turned off and there was no one else in the house.

 

Susan rushed to Pam’s old room. She had smuggled a pen and paper from the household items for sale and quickly wrote a note telling her about her and her uncle’s kidnapping and the fact they were being held somewhere within about an hours range. There was no real way for Sue to know exactly because each time they went anywhere, she started out with her eyes taped closed and the heavy sunglasses went over her eyes. Trent often drove for miles just to make sure she couldn’t determine distance.

 

She finished the note telling her if things don’t go well to remember they loved her. She left the note in her niece’s empty closet. Out of sight but knowing she’d look for her things.

 

At 6pm Trent decided every one of Bob and Sue’s neighbors either saw or heard about the Bank’s moving and how slutty Susan Banks was acting. This along with the weeks of spotting her playing with Larry should confirm they were neighbors they would be happy to get off the block.

 

Trent called a local resale store and told them to pick up the remainder of the things from the driveway. No donation slip was needed.

 

He placed Susan kneeling in the van, stripping her, gagged and blindfolded her and tied her wrists spread to each side of the van’s back walls. Next he tied ropes around her knees and spread them wider than she thought she could endure. “And now for a little fun.” he said working an enormous rubber cock dildo up into her cunt. It was so long he had to wedge it under her, lifting her slightly. She was resting most of her weight on the thick cock. It filled her so much but hurt too. “Can’t forget these babies.” He said just before her nipples felt the bite of sharp and powerful metal alligator clips. Sue let out a cry but the gag worked its wonders in keeping it to an enjoyable level of moaning and suffering. “Now, now you didn’t even wait for the weights.” Susan’s moaning changed to groans of pain when he added the two five pound lead ball weights.

 

“I get tired of stupid radio stations while driving. Your pain and suffering will be my music while we drive home. But first I have to close everything up.” He said as he exited the van. Sue already was in great pain. The rubber cock was pushing hard up her cunt with no way of easing the pain from it. The little she tied to move caused the weights on her nipples to sway ever so slightly. This made the terrible bite of the metal teeth pull on her sensitive nipples. She instantly stopped. There was no way to unwedge the dildo up in her. Her legs and body could not move off it. Once again she resolved to endure the pain imposed upon her.

 

Trent did not return to his uncomfortable impaled van slave for awhile To her it seemed he left her like this for over an hour. When he did return what was obvious to Susan was that he seem to be in a bad mood. He open the side door of the van and announced she wasn’t suffering enough. In about 10 minutes her position and situation had deteriorated immeasurably. First he untied her wrists from the upper sides of the van and retied them along with her elbows very rigorously behind her back. Next he added cords to the nipple clamps and pulled her tits as far as possible toward the read door. The weights remained dangling only now her tits and nipples were brutally stretched. Next he braided her hair and began pulling it and her head backwards. Susan fought a loosing battle to resist being pulled backwards since her tits were pulled so far forward by the cords and biting metal alligator clips. In spite of the pain and her efforts, a restrained slut slave never wins any kind of battle. Soon her hair, head and arched back were pulled painfully to the limits and secured so no movement was possible.

 

The moment Trent backed the van out of the driveway Susan discovered just how sadistic the changes to her position would hurt her. Without the support of her arms that were previously tied up to the sides of the van she could not support herself. The shifting of the van caused her to wobble on her knees and on the huge dildo she was impaled upon. But that wasn’t all. Any movement started the twin 5 pound weights to wildly swing making the tight metal teeth of the clamps bite and pull even more.

 

Trent made sure he took an extra long ride back to the farm. Susan suffered and climaxed upon her massive fucking shaft for nearly a two hour ride. When the van finally came to a stop, Sue was panting in pain and climatic exhaustion. The dildo shaft was coated with her juices. Her nipples were puffed with droplets of blood from the biting abuse. She barely responded when he released her bonds. When he dropped her on her bed, she didn’t move at all. Trent left the huge dildo shoved up her stuffed cunt. She could sleep with her lover he thought to himself.

 

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Trent’s anger wasn’t an act this time. Upon finding Sue’s note in an empty closet he became infuriated with both this slut and Bob for hiding the fact that this Pamela bitch obviously lived with them. In actuality, he was more so angry with himself. Never in his background check of his potential captive and husband did he discover a teenage child and never did his captive hint to her. He sat looking at Sue’s note and wondered how he could have over looked something this important and began questioning himself about kidnapping a married woman and husband for the first time. Too many relationships to sever, he thought to himself. Initially he saw mostly benefits capturing the two. Playing one’s guilt off the other’s had really gained him quick cooperation with both of them. It seemed much easier than a single captive who had nothing to gain except for his usual dose of painful encouragements. With a couple he discovered not only were the sessions helpful to the person suffering but doubly so with the one who witnessed it and considered it was their fault for their partner’s affliction.

 

After a drink, Trent began to consider what his next steps should be. Option one would be to torture the slut until she told him everything about this teenage niece. His other option would be to question Bob with sever threats to his wife for the information. And from whatever he discovered, he would have to take action about this loose end.

 

Lastly they would both need to be punished for holding back information from him. They had to be taught a lesson but how? The more Trent thought about it the better he felt. He could save time by making the slut suffer and her husband convinced it would be all his fault. Trent already knew he had broken down Bob’s will and fight easier than his slut wife. Trent knew what to do next.

 

(To be continued)

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 25

TINY LITTLE ANTS

 

Trent let himself settle down a bit before acting on his plans. He knew acting in a rage would not be would not be good for his merchandise in the basement nor would it gain him a potential added bonus sale. On the other hand he needed to make a point with a punishment for the couple. Before finally retiring for the night he made the decision he would use a few of his newly acquired Amazon friends. A punishment of this sort needs partners who would be merciless, sadistic and extremely painful. And besides he never tried them out before and he was extremely interested in monitoring their work.

 

But first things first. Trent needed to know everything about this Pamela girl and Bob would be his informant.

 

“You didn’t eat all you breakfast.” Trent said as he entered the room where Bob was caged. “Are you on a diet?”

 

“Fuck you.” Bob replied.

 

Trent shook his head in pretend discuss. “You just earned your pretty fucken wife 10 more lashes for that comment Bob. Do you enjoy watching her twist and scream while being whipped on the TV?”

 

“No. No please I’m sorry. I just don’t know what more do you want from us. You took everything, the house, the stocks and all the money from the bank, what more could you want.”

 

“Not much more Bob but that will depend on you and slut’s cooperation.” He informed the dispirited captive. I told you at the beginning, your complete cooperation and obedience will make all this go easier but it’s up to you.” Trent waited for effect. “You know, I don’t know how much more beating your wife’s tits and ass can take but I will tell you her cunt never seems to get enough. You must have been one hell of a stud, Bob. She’s inaccessible. But enough about her nympho needs. I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to think about the consequences of lying to me. I already talked with your slut wife and know what she told me so if your answers don’t match, I know one or the other are lying and as you know that will result in a very painful afternoon for your dear slut wife.” Trent lied about already asking Sue any questions.

 

Bob noticed this Ken guy, as he knew him, hadn’t referred to Susan by name now in 2 days but rather referred to her and possibly thought of her as simply his slut wife. Then again Bob had seen him fucking her repeatedly over the past days and she obviously sexually responded.

 

“What do you want to know?” Bob asked with a sigh fully ready to cooperate once again.

 

“Pamela. Cute. Young. Who and what is she to you guys?”

 

Trent noticed Bob’s expression go from frustrated exhaustion to fear. He was pretty sure he would not be getting an honest answer from him.

 

“She’s, she’s our niece.” He mumbled.

 

Trent sighed once again. ”I fucken know all that. Slut told me about her but I want to know every detail.”

 

“Like what?”

 

Trent wasn’t careful enough with his reply. “Why are there so many pictures of you guys and her and why did your slut want to contact her about your disappearance?”

 

From his question Bob hoped Sue had not given up the fact that Pam was returning home soon but if he was wrong, it would mean more punishment for his wife. All kinds of answers ran though Bob’s head. Even though Sue and Pam didn’t get along, he was pretty sure Sue would try to protect her from this evil man. “She, she visits us from time to time. We have done a lot of things together since we never had our own kids so maybe Sue just didn’t want her to worry?”

 

Trent knew from body language classes when he worked for the police that Bob’s eye movements as well as his broken speech patterns indicated he was lying but he didn’t know what part.

 

“So you’re saying she doesn’t live with you?”

 

Even though Trent had no clue to what Pam’s relationship was to the couple, his question sounded to Bob like Sue may have told him otherwise.

 

“Well, she stays with us often.” Bob was obviously struggling as to what to say. “Maybe Sue was thinking she’d call or something.”

 

By this point Trent was pretty sure he was hiding something important. He decided to call Bob’s bluff. “Bob I told you your slut will pay the price of your lies. This is not what she told me about the girl.”

 

“Ok, ok. We brought her up after her parents died but.”

 

This was a surprising revelation to Trent. “How old is she and you better be exact as to slut’s answer.”

 

“18” Bob replied.

 

“Where is she?

 

Was this a trick question? Bob thought. How would Sue answer. Surely it would be safe to just say she was in Europe. That had to be Sue’s answer. “Europe. With friends.” Bob answered in an uncertain tone.

 

Even though Trent was guessing, he asked the next question with the same intimidation as the prior one. “When is she expected home?” Trent knew it had to be sometime soon or the slut wouldn’t have risked leaving a note for her in the house.

 

Once again Trent noted Bob expression of fear. Fear what might happen if he spoke the truth.

 

“Ahh.. not till after the New Year.” Bob replied after some consideration how to reply. Then he added in hope to counter whatever answer he thought Sue might have made, “That’s all kind of up in the air. It depends on her friends she’s with.”

 

Trent was sure something was being hidden to protect the teen. Since Bob had no idea what Sue could have told him, if he really had quizzed her, he needed assurance about the facts. He knew how to get to the truth.

 

“Bob put these on.” he said handing him a set of handcuffs through the bars of his cell. “Behind your back after you put you arms through and between one of the bars.” Once this was completed Bob was helpless and attached to the cell’s bars. Trent opened the cell door. He placed a small glass jar on the Bob’s cot.

 

“Bob I warned you about lying.” he began. “Do you know how useless it is to try and hide things from me? Sue gave everything up to avoid what she will get because of your lies.”

 

Even though it wasn’t true, Bob was sure he’d been caught in his lies but he couldn’t let this guy know Pam would be returning home in less than a week. “I’m not. Sue must have told you wrong. Maybe under duress.” Bob pleaded.

 

“Bob I want you to meet a few partners of mine. I’m going to give you a small sampling of what you just earned you wife and before you speak another lie. You will be able to watch her punishment once again and then I will come back and we will start over.”

 

Trent picked up the jar. It contained four little ants. He put on a pair of rubber gloves and pulled a pair of tweezers from his pocket. Soon he had one of the ants held in the tweeser. “These Bob are sometimes called bullet ants.” He said as he positioned the ant so it just touched Bob’s upper naked thigh. Nearly instantly Bob felt a sharp sting. Trent put the ant back with the others and closed the jar but just in that short time the stinging increased three fold. “In some places some of the same family of ants are called 24 hour ants. You know why Bob?” Bob’s leg was in severe pain from the bite. He began sweating. “Do you know why Bob? Trent asked again? Bob shook his head. Because they say that is how long as you have left to live after a sting from one of them.” Bob’s breathing became deeper to a near panting. It seemed impossible that such a tiny insect could deliver such a sting and with such increasing pain in such a short time. “Now don’t you fret none, Bob. These are from Central America. They say they shouldn’t be as deadly however the pain levels will increase for the first hour and last perhaps as long as 24 hours. Now I have no real way of knowing for sure but I guess you will let me know.”

 

Bob looked down at his thigh. There was a 3 inch red swollen blotch. He had never felt anything so painful in his life and that included being electrically shocked just the other day.

 

Trent pushed the closed circuit TV over so it was within Bob’s view before picking up the jar of ants. “Listen to me carefully.” He was right in Bob anguish ridden face. “The boys and I here are going to pay a visit to slut. I’ll make sure she knows they are a present from you. After experiencing a day of pain and seeing what happens to her, I will ask you about your niece again and I want the truth or we will repeat everything again.”

 

Bob already knew he could not stand the pain he was experiencing and he also knew this man would be more sadistic to Sue than he had been with himself. “Ok, please don’t do it. I’ll tell you everything you want to know right now.” Bob screamed.

 

“Too late Bob. You got to experience the fact that there are consequences for your actions otherwise you will never learn.” Bob began saying that Pam was returning home in a few more days and that she was like their daughter. Trent knew he could get everything out of Bob at this point but didn’t care. He really wanted to try out the bullet ants on the slut. Trent’s cock was so hard from the thought of her suffering that he couldn’t wait. “Tomorrow Bob.” He said leaving the room and reminded him what would happens if he told a lie.” Trent could hear Bob’s frantic cries and pleas. Damn these suckers must hurt like hell, he thought looking into the jar. He made a mental note to be extra careful handling them.

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As excited as Trent was about experimenting with his new powerfully brutal little friends on Sue’s body, he knew going too far with them could damage his merchandise. He promised himself to take things slowly.

 

“Get up slut. It’s time for your punishment for lying to me.” Trent wanted Susan to think her up coming torture would be her fault while assuring her husband it was all his fault. By keeping the couple apart Trent knew he could manipulate each of them much more effectively since they couldn’t communicate with each other. Watching the other suffer without a way to reassure each other was a devastating tactic. This along with the fact, Sue’s husband now had a first hand experience of the pain intensity level the bullet ants could deliver. And yet he could only imagine being stung in more sensitive places than a thigh.

 

Sue obeyed fearing anything less would cause her worst pain. Unfortunately for her, there was no way of her knowing that there was very little more pain that this man could impart than what she was about to experience now and last for over a day.

 

The first thing was to tightly tie each of her tits with wet leather cords. He pulled on them so tightly that she screamed as her trapped mounds were about to explode from the leather cords. “Wet leather shrinks when it dries.” He, matter-of-factly, informed her. “If you think these beauties feel tight now,” he said, slapping the solid budging tit with one hand causing them to knock together and making her cry out, “wait a few hours when they tighten up more than I could make them. The slightest jiggle from her squirming will feel like they are on fire.” Sue was surprised when he cuffed her wrists with wide leather cuffs instead of his usual tight ropes. Trent knew she’d soon be frantically struggling with her restraints and she’d need the extra protection from hurting herself. A large wider pair were used to spread her legs apart. Neither her arms nor legs were pulled drastically apart like other times. Instead she noted she had unusual play in her restraints while still forced to remain spread open.

 

Once again Trent had planned this out. He wanted her to have the capability of movement even to the point of some limited twisting. However with her tits so painfully tied, it would have to be her own mental battle to remain still.

 

Trent had a couple more trimmings but before adding them he wanted her husband to be clearly aware of her situation.

 

“You might as well entertain your husband,” he said lining up the tripod camera, “after all slut, you aren’t the only one I’ve noticed who gets off on your suffering.”

 

Sue saw the green power light go on. She looked directly at it. “I love you.” She was able to get out before Trent clicked it off.

 

“Who the fuck told you, you could speak?” he shouted. “You just earned your husband the same fate as you will experience.” He lied. There was no point in really torturing the both of them as long as she thought it would happen. On the other hand, this slight rebelliousness was the deciding factor whether for giving her the full treatment with his little associates.

 

-----   TO BE CONTINUES  ------

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 26

A LITTLE NIBBLE HERE, A LITTLE NIBBLE THERE

 

To prevent Susan from expressing any more love assurances to her husband, Trent used another of his new tools. He had a source for obtaining a drug used by oral surgeons. It was in the same class as Novocain but lasted much longer due to the longer time needed in oral surgery. He applied it directly on Susan’s tongue. In about 5 minutes she had no control of it. It just felt dead in her mouth and when she tried to say something all that came out was a gurgling sound. To Trent this would be better than a gag. Her cries would come though loud and clear while speech of any sort would be cut off for almost 2 hours. Trent also liked the added pitiful additional benefit of her drooling while she’d scream. The utter helplessness of it all was a pretty picture.

 

Now that she was medically gagged and physically restrained, Trent went about focusing the camera on the tripod. He zeroed in and focused a close up on her tits. He wanted Bob to see exactly where his wife would be feeling the unbearable pain released by the bite of the bullet ants. As he adjusted the lens for perfect focus, Trent caught himself unconsciously grabbing his hard on with his other hand. His was so eager to begin that he came out of character and gleefully announced to Susan that she would be the first to endure his little friends.

 

Sue of course had no way of knowing what the hell he was talking about. All she knew is he assured her she would be punished for both lying about who and what Pam was to them as well as trying to communicate with her through the note he found in the closet. And just a few seconds ago he told her she’d receive additional punishment for trying to speak to her husband. Already she knew this sadist would keep his vow to punish her for these transgressions. She only hoped it wouldn’t be more of that terrible electrical shocks he’d tortured her with before. If she only knew, she would have begged for the electrical jolts even at the highest setting.

 

“There I think everything is ready to begin.” He said looking at her standing  spread wide open. Suddenly, he walked to one of the cabinets where he kept taking out the bondage gear he had been using on her over the past few days. He rummaged around. “Perfect.” He blurted out as he returned with a couple of metal poles, a board and what looked some nasty items she was sure she’d be feeling up her cunt and ass.

 

He went about connecting the pipes to a connection in the board and then attached a thick rubber dildo to one of the poles and a rubber spiked butt plug to the other. He positioned her over the two soon to be intruders before using something to raise them upward. Susan felt the tip to the large rubber cock at her cunt lips. “You love this slut.” He stated when he discovered she was already damp from her bondage and anticipation of what was to come. Trent turned a screw until 6 inched filled her cunt. Since her legs had some play in the restraints, Sue was able to lift herself up on her toes until she got use to the thick fake cock. His touch at the rim of her asshole startled her. He used some kind of lubricant before positioning the plug at her asshole. At first Sue tried to avoid the rising plug by lifting up as high on her toes as she could. It was useless of course. Trent waited as she carefully allowed herself to lower onto the stiff plug until she detected the first row of pliable yet still spiny rubber barbs. When she seem to refuse to force herself down over them, he simply screwed the pole upwards. She began to make gawking noises then a load cry followed by some garbled incoherent sounds that he assumed were either pleading or protesting. None the less she couldn’t stop the full length of the plug from finally drilling up into her ass before her sphincter closed over it’s broad bulb shape base.

 

Trent watched as his double impaled captive danced on her toes trying to tolerate the chafing plug within her tender cavity. Any movement, up, down or sideways, caused the points to scrape. The spontaneous effect was to jerk away from the pain. This just trigger more pain. Finally she found the least most painful position.

 

“If you are done dancing around, we will begin with your punishment.” He said with a smile and once again turned the power back on to the camera.

 

Trent walked in front of Susan and looked back at the camera. “Welcome Bob. I hope you have found a relaxed position to enjoy what I think will be an action packed performance by this slut here for the next few hours. You both know why this punishment is being bestowed.” Actually Bob and Sue had different notions as for the reason of the punishment. “You see behind me the bimbo’s tits. Tits this slut so willingly enjoys flaunting at men. Tits with very, very sensitive nipples. Did you know Bob a woman’s nipples have more nerve endings than take for instance, a man’s thigh. What I am saying Bob is the pain threshold of a male’s thigh should be vastly greater than something as sensitive as a woman’s nipple and yet it’s a fact that women can endure higher pain thresholds than men. It doesn’t hurt them any less especially to high sensitive areas on their bodies. You’ve have been lucky to have found a woman who not only suffers well but craves pain. She fucken gets off on it.” Unexpectedly, Trent bend over and began sucking hard on one of Susan’s nipples. She let out a low moan and fought a futile battle to keep still as he did so. He moved over to the other nipple while rolling the newly rigid nipple with his fingers. Susan wished her restrains were taut so she could not shift. She realized this was way they were somewhat slack. She’d have try and hold still so as not to shred her ass upon the piercing plug.

 

“You see Bob, this slut who you thought was your innocent wife, enjoys being fucked. She has opened her mouth of more cocks than you could ever imagine but when she really wants to feel slutty she can milk a cock with her ass better and any whore I have ever come across. That’s why”, he moved back to the back of the camera and direct the frame between her legs, “in spite of the pain she will endure, she’ll end up fucking this 3” diameter cock up her fuck hole and that won’t be easy since her ass has a spiked shaft up it that will chafe her raw when she does fuck it.” He pointed the camera at her face. Bob saw she had tears rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid as to what was to come and yet she was as aroused as hell but worse of all, everything this man was saying was true and her humiliation was overwhelming and yet stimulating at the same time. “You know your going to fuck that dildo don’t you slut?”

 

Susan just blushed as she stared at the camera knowing her husband was on the other end of the feed.

 

“I fucken asked you a question slut. Are you going to be defiant too?” Susan frantically shook her head, no. She didn’t want to upset this man again. “Does that pointed prick up your ass hurt?” Susan nodded and tried to say yes. Bob wondered what was wrong with her voice. All she seemed to do was make a sounds. “Answer me honestly slut, in spite of the pain it will give you, do you think you will end up getting so excited that you will still fuck the rubber cock up your slimy cunt?”

 

He was probably right but she really would try not to move on the plug however she felt he wanted her to admit she would so she nodded yes again.

 

Trent refocused on a close up of her chest. “Time to begin the fun.”

 

“Nooooooooooooo!” Bob screamed when Bob saw the jar that containing the ants. His pain was still increasing in strength. He had slumped down to the floor once Trent left the building and he fought to free himself from the handcuffs. He desperately needed a way to try to stop the pain in his leg. If he had a knife, he just might have attempted to cut off his leg to stop the pain. He was soaking wet in perspiration. He screamed again when he watched one of those ants held by a pair of tweezers coming within a fraction of an inch of his wife’s left nipple.

 

Susan looked down scared but not sure why. The bug looked like an over size any but what the hell. Trent positioned the any so it would attack the very center of the nipple’s tip. She felt a small nip but that was all. Trent quickly moved to the other nipple. He didn’t want her to begin struggling before it received the fluids. The ant once again bit just as Susan began to pant. Her chest rose and fell. She wasn’t exactly sure but it felt like something was burning within her tit. The irritation increased and soon she was absolutely sure whatever it was that nipped at her nipple was causing this burning sensation.

 

In less than a minute she began moaning. She stared at her nipples and noticed how they were redden and swelling .The burning increased and began spreading into her tit. Without thinking she shook her chest in some kind of instinctive reaction to somehow extricate the blistering. She felt the pain in her ass when she did so.

 

Bob watched as she flung her head side to side and backwards. He had no idea of the pain up her ass but knew the bite of one of those bullet ants to her nipples had to be horrendous. Finally Susan began to scream and yet Bob was surprised she wasn’t pleading or anything. Of course he had no way of knowing she couldn’t speak.

 

For just a moment, watching his wife suffering so horrifically, took his mind of his own pain. The look on her face was of pure shock and distress. Despite the spiked plug, Susan began pulling on her wrists and leg bindings. Her cries were continues.

 

Trent entered the picture. His erect cock in his hand. He began cumming in Sue’s jerking body. Again Bob swore at the TV screen and he watched this man shoot spurts of cum from his enjoyment of Susan’s torture.

 

Trent came three more times over the next hour. By then Susan’s voice was pretty much gone from constant screaming and crying. Her ass now burn from the rawness of the chaffing it was getting. Trent knew there was no real way of getting use to the pain especially since it escalates in potency for the first few hours but there does come a point when the suffering mind just has to endure and the body barely has the strength to stand let alone struggle any further.

 

It was at this point that Trent got up and walked behind the whimpering woman. He whispered that her left tit was suffering because she lied to him. Her right tit was suffering for her foolishness in trying to get a message to her niece. Then he said something that nearly made her rip her arms from her sockets. You have one more punishment coming for your earlier defiance. Any idea where my little friends will be biting next?” He went back behind the camera and closed in on her face. If there was a definition of painful expression, it was this picture. Next he let the view slowly drop to her tits. Once again he zoomed in on one of the infected nipples. Bob’s eyes widen as he saw that Susan’s nipples were a blistering red just like the spot on his thigh but her nipple was 4 times its normal size. Again he couldn’t imagine how agonizing it had to feel in such a sensitive place. Unexpectedly, Trent’s hand appeared in the picture. His finger squeezed the bloated nipple. Susan’s scream screeched to an almost animal high pitch followed by a burst of laughter from her molester.

 

“I think I know a couple who night just be more cooperative after all this pain subsides in a few days but first, this slut here has one more punishment due her.” Bob watched as the picture was pulled back and moved up and down her body, then zoomed in between her legs. “Notice how fucking wet the slut is. No she hasn’t pissed yet but she is leaking her own juices all down that pole up her cunt. You know slut that cunt of yours is what has gotten you in so much trouble. You fuck anything or anyone someone says and use the excuse you were just obeying commands but that isn’t true is it slut?” Bob heard Susan grunt then scream. With the camera still focused and zeroed in on her crotch, Bob had no idea what just happen to Susan but she sounded frantic. He only could imagine he was torturing her tits again.

 

Yet again, Trent's hand came into view. He was fingering her obviously sodden cunt and began rubbing her clit. Susan would have believed with all the pain she was experiencing in her breasts, ass and cunt that she could also feel aroused as he played with her clit. Bob heard her gasp and noticed her crotch was gyrating over the twin poles shoved up into her. Trent’s finger moved fast which increased her movements. She was moaning but hard to tell if it was from the pain she was giving herself in her ass or pleasure. But when Trent’s finger abruptly stopped she let out a pleading cry. Not to stop but finish her.

 

“Oh slut wants her clit licked doesn’t she.” He asked. Hurrying behind the camera, he pulled back and asked her again. “Does this slut want her clit nibbled?” Susan nodded. She felt such shame but needed to cum something awful. He asked the question again. “Does this slut who is enjoying her painful foreplay want her clit sucked on.” Even more enthusiastically she nodded and moaned her plea. “Well we’ll see if bullet can get you off.”

 

Susan once again she frantically twisted and fought the ropes and wailed out in panic. Trent had another of the ant’s in the tweezers and it was obvious where he was targeting as he knelt in front of the spread eagle woman. Bob’s wrists were sore from fighting his steel hand cuffs. All he could do was watch wide eyed as Trent prolonged the inevitable. First her touched her clit with his forefinger. Susan jerked as if she’d been poked with a blade there. He affirmed her clit was swelling with excitement and wanted to be abused.

 

When the ant finally bit her, she screamed long and hard. Not from the tiny pricking pain of it’s bite but from her already brief experience as to just how bad it will become.

 

Trent framed her entire body in the view finder so Bob would be able to see his wife’s struggles and agony over the next several hours. He told Sue he had some earns to run but was recording the show so he could enjoy it later. Susan’s eyes were shut but her mouth kept opening and closing. Her whole body tensed and tighten. “Damn you’re beautiful when you suffer like this.” he laughed as he left.

 

---- TO BE CONTINUED ---

 

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 27

A SLAVER’S JOB IS NEVER DONE

 

Although Trent would have loved to have spent a few hours watching his hot slut slave desperately but vainly struggling to somehow relieve her body of the severe pain she was experiencing, he had a few new errands to accomplish before regrilling Bob about his niece. Even though Susan and Bob were his very first subjects dealing with the affects of the bullet ant’s venom, everything he had read indicated for the first 6 to 8 hours there was nothing that could be done about the surging pain levels so he was pretty sure whatever the camera recorded of the slut’s struggles over the next couple of hours would pretty much be the height reel of her performance until she physically wore down and would eventually sag from her bonds in pure whimpering agony. The thought of how much pain her tits and cunt were feeling though did make him hard as he went up to make some phone calls.

 

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Trent was somewhat lucky to find just what he was hoping to locate which was a company that leased transportation shipping containers. The heavy metal security box could be delivered by the next day. He went out and bought a few items to bring power to what would be Bob’s new confines. He also would need a few more restraints and bondage gear.

 

As he drove to the places where he would supply his needs, he once again went over all his back ground check on Susan and Bob and tried to figure out how he over looked this niece. It wasn’t like him to miss even the smallest of details so he wondered why during his extensive surveillance of the household and inquires had he not seen nor discovered the teen?

 

On one hand if the girl was as cute as she appeared in her picture Trent knew he had another sale available but on the other hand he was leery about trying to control a third captive. Trent knew the risks of kidnapping and controlling just a single healthy adult. Female or not when a captive discovers her situation and fights it, it can be difficult to control her. The reason Susan and Bob had been so readily reduced to docile captives was their concerns for the other’s wellbeing and even survival.

 

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Upon returning to the farm house, Trent once again changed clothes and his appearance again. He went into the basement and indeed found Sue’s limp body where she was spread eagle. Her hair was damp from perspiration and hung over her face. Even Trent was shocked to discover Susan’s nipples were still engorged 4 times their normal size. Between the swelling in her tits and nipples she looked more like a one of those cartoon characters of an outrageously large breasted bimbo. He reached for her left tit. His simple touch alone caused her to scream as she jerked back as far as the bonds and dildos still planted up into her would permit. “I see the slut has her voice back already.” He said looking at his watch. It had been nearly 3 hours since numbing her tongue.

 

Trent went behind the camera and switched it off. For Bob, who was on the receiving side of the pictures, he wasn’t sure that finally not seeing his wife suffer was better than not knowing what could happen next.

 

Susan struggled to lift her head up. “Please, Master. Water.”

 

Trent got a bottle of water which she devoured while he held it to her lips. He took the empty bottle and refilled it and poured it over her head and over her body. It bolstered her physically a little. “Slut, why did you receive this punishment?”

 

Sue looked at her captive, she noticed he presented and entirely new look. “I disobeyed and lied to you, Master.” She replied hoping by using the term master, he’d be happy with her mind-set.

 

“Yes indeed.” He smiled. “Do you think the punishment fits the crime, slut?” Sue replied no before even she had a chance to reflect on her answer. She hoped he would be angry with her answer.

 

Trent on the other hand almost laughed at her honest and flat out unambiguous reply. “It may be hard for you to believe at this moment but punishments can get worse slut. Your tits like they are could be whipped. Or you could be fucked in your situation.”  Trent looked down at her redden crotch. He honestly had forgotten about her ass and cunt being impaled. “Opps, my bad. I forgot. In a way you are being fucked but imagine being manhandled and raped in your condition.”

 

Susan just shook her head. “Kill me.” She said as she did consider not only how much worse it could be but also knew by now this man would not hesitate doing any of the things he spoke of.

 

“Oh no, slut. You are going to behave and be a good slut slave. If you don’t you may wish you were dead but that ain’t going to happen. So let me ask you slut, are you going to obey with out hesitation from this point forward?” Sue nodded her head then added yes Master hoping to please him. “Are you going to lie to me anymore?” Again Sue answered no, Master. “We’ll see.” He said.

 

“When you became able to speak did you say anything to the camera? To your husband watching?” Sue shook her head no. Trent thought for a moment. “I’m going to ask you again if you attempted to speak to your husband because you know I have been recording this whole time and will know if you lied or not. If you did you will get ten lashed on each tit for doing so but if you lie about it again you will get 20 on each tit and 20 on your swollen cunt. Did you speak at all while I was gone?”

 

“No, no Master.” She replied.

 

Trent knew she had to be telling the truth. She knew he would have to check. She wouldn’t dare risk a worse punishment. “Ok slut. From now on, you will never speak while the camera is on or Bob is in your presents. If you do, you know the punishment for this.”

 

“Master may this slut speak? She whimpered?

 

Yes, speak.”

 

“Master please, I can’t take this pain any longer. I have learned my lesson. This slut will obey. This slut will not lie but please stop this pain.”

 

Trent actually felt sorry for her when he informed her there was nothing that could be done to an infected bite from a bullet ant. The pain has to run its course. He told her in a few hours the stinging will stop escalating and then only will it slowly begin to subside. He removed both the spiked butt plug and the dildo from her very raw orifices. She screamed as he carefully pulled each out. She had neither strength nor fight left in her. When he completely untied her but her hands, they instinctively went to her injured tits and cunt. Trent decided for her own good he would cuff her wrists behind her back so she didn’t claw at the throbbing pain centers. He placed her on her bed and turned off the lights. In the dark she heard him say it was her husband’s turn to be punished for her disobedience. Trent was lying. Of course, but it was one more guilt reinforcement.

 

Susan was too exhausted to plead for her husband. She was too sore to even think how he would punish him.

 

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“Well Bob are you beginning to understand just how much your wife will suffer if you don’t cooperate? You know she is suffering a lot worse than your thigh’s pain is experiencing.”

 

Bob nearly shouted at him but caught himself. He knew anything that might be construed as rebellious just might get his wife worse suffering. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt her again.”

 

“Well Bob, that is pretty much up to you, isn’t it? And remember, she suffers for your mistakes.” Trent pulled out a gun and held it on Bob. He tossed him the keys to the hand cuffs which he was told to unlock himself.  It hurt to move. Bob’s thigh which also was bitten by the bullet ant was still in severe pain but he forced himself to obey. Trent told him to go sit on his cot while he unhooked the TV and wires. Bob watched as Trent seem to have some difficulties with trying to use only one hand. He placed the gun on the floor. Bob’s eyes widen.

 

Trent began asking him about his niece Pamela. He learned why his background check didn’t bring her name up. Not only did she still have her parent’s last name but learn she’d been out of the country since he was first contacted by the couple.  Bob also told him she was returning this very weekend.

 

As Trent continued questioning Bob, facts like how Pamela despised Susan came out as well as the fact on more than one occasion, Susan had asked her to leave them only to have Bob intervene and somewhat settled the two of them down enough to not actually tolerate each other buy at least enough to live under the same roof. That was when he came up with the idea of sending her to Europe to give his wife a break.

 

A whole new idea began forming within Trent’s head as Bob continued revealing more information than Trent even needed. Trent was pretty sure today had broken Bob. If not completely broken him at least had given his male captive enough concerns so as not to do anything too foolish. Then again that was the test Trent was about to check. “I’m getting hungry.” He announced to Bob. “I suppose you are too.” Both Bob and Susan had only been given a bowl of cereal all day. “Do I have to use those cuffs on you or are you going to be good.” He said getting up to retrieve the cuffs left against the cell fencing and bars. In doing so, Trent seem to have forgotten the gun on the floor as he went to pick up the cuffs. He deliberately kept his back to Bob. He knew full well he could easily go for it even with his injured leg.

 

Trent picked up the cuffs and turned toward Bob who had looked at the gun but did not move an inch. “Very good Bob. You’re learning. Hand me the gun would you?” he asked pointing to it. By this point Bob was pretty sure the gun had to be unloaded. He limped the one step and picked it up and handed it to him, handle first. “What would you say if I told you, I just made a very stupid mistake and played a mind game with you by making you think it was just unloaded?”

 

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Bob replied. I don’t know where you are holding Susan and I’m pretty sure you would let her die before giving up the information.”

 

“True.” Trent simply replied. “Plus you will never know what is real and you know the consequences if you fuck up.” Trent pointed the gun out of the cell and pulled the trigger. CLICK. “Over the next couple of weeks you or Susan will be tested and you will never know what is real and what is a set-up. You won’t know if a person you might come in contact with is a plant by me or who they seem to be. Remember this Bob. And remember just how much your wife can suffer for a fuck up.” Trent locked the cell but did not restrain Bob in anyway. He turned on the surveillance cameras and left.

 

To Trent this was a new level for Bob. He would never be sure what was real. Inaction by him would always seem to be his safest decision.

 

That evening, Trent tried to get some needed rest. With the slut downstairs in no condition to fuck, he turned on the video of her afternoon’s torment. It only took a few minutes before he was so hard he was going to jerk himself off but then thought about Susan. He went down and found her moaning on her bed. “Get up slut and suck me off and you better be good at it or I’ll slap this bloated tits of yours.” Susan painfully struggled to get up. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her back but she managed. It hurt to walk with both her clit still somewhat swollen from the bite and both her ass and cunt raw from her torture. Susan knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. Expertly she used her tongue to her best ability. “All the way down.” He commanded. Susan relaxed her throat and took his whole length. Trent let out a gasp as he began shooting stream after stream deep down her throat. Susan did her best not to choke.

 

“You might be an older slut than I usually deal with but you sure are a hell of a cock sucker.” He said as she used her tongue to clean him up.

 

** TO BE CONTINUED **

 

 

 

 

 

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 ****

 

 

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 29

A WHORE HAS A BUS TO MEET

 

Trent came down with clothing for Susan. None of the items were any of her old things. He told her to hurry and get dressed and come into the other room. Already Susan was apprehensive anytime she had to go to the room next to her cell. So far it has always meant pain and suffering for her but obedience was her only choice.

 

She looked over the small pile of items. Not too surprisingly there was no underwear and a matter of fact there were only three items in total. A thin nylon white midriff halter top that tied just below her breasts and but barely contained them. It was tight and pushed her breast together creating a wide deep cleavage effect. She felt like she was all cleavage with her tits trying to pour out of the shiny halter. The bright red skirt was also nylon material. It consisted of a 6 inch panel of solid material covering all around from the waist on down to just below her cunt and about 12 inches of matching tassels. The solid material covered her pussy barely but a third of her ass cheeks in back were exposed when the tassels separated or bounced with her walk. Susan had to wonder if he was planning on prostituting her or something. The boots for sure were whore style. Matching patent leather red 5” heel mid-calf  boots.

 

By the time she was dressed sort of speaking, she felt every bit a hooker. She had no mirror but knew she was being dressed for gaining attention. Obediently she went to the other room where Trent was waiting holding a large pear shape butt plug. The moment he saw her, he told her to bend over.

 

Doing so, Susan confirmed there was no movement what wouldn’t expose her ass to everyone looking in her direction. Trent had applied some lubricant to the plug tip. The tip was metal while the plug was black rubber with 4 metal stripes running from the tip down all 4 sides. As he pressed the plug to her opening she knew it was larger than any she had taken up her ass before. He told her to relax so it would pass her sphincter. She tried but relaxing under such circumstances wasn’t easy. She moan then squealed as he continued adding force to the base of the plug until finally when the widest portion passed her opening it nearly popped in. Sue was uneasy about moving. Her backside was so filled that she stood slightly bowlegged. “Walk around the room.” Trent commanded.

 

As she did she caught a glimpse of him snickering at her. “Perfect. You look like a two bit whore with your tits thrust out and freely bouncing and your ass shaking. The base of the plug plays peek-a-boo with the fringe when you move but who will be looking at some whore’s ass and tits anyway?” he joked.

 

Trent held up a small black controller. The butt plug began emitting mild socks into her ass. Susan’s hand reached behind her when she noticed the shocks were getting stronger. “Once the cycle starts there is only one way to stop it”, Trent stated, “and that is to bend at least at a 35 degree angle.” Susan bent at the waist without delay and sure enough the stinging jolts disappeared. Satisfied he put the controller into his pocket.

 

“Now sit down. I want you to look at something and I want you to listen carefully.” Susan went to a chair next to Trent facing the small TV screen he had used before. When she went to sit she flinched and jumped up. “I told you to sit down slut. You should be use to taking big black dicks up that slutty ass of yours by now. Didn’t your boy friend, Larry, sell your ass a lot?” She didn’t look at him and only relied yes. Carefully she found the least uncomfortable position to sit. It felt like the monster within her ass would split her in two.

 

‘It’s time to test your love for your husband in comparison with your devotion to your niece.”

 

“Pammy, what does she have to do with anything?”  Sue was taken aback.

 

“You and I are heading to the bus station. Her flight from Europe came in last night and I convinced Bob to leave a message for her to take a bus home where you and a friend will be picking her up this afternoon. And you are going to cooperate.”

 

“No, not Pam. You have me and have stolen everything we had own. Please leave her alone.” Sue pleaded.

 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen slut. Now there are two ways this can go down. We can pick her up and she can have an easy go of things. A young girl will sell quickly and I can take less and assure her a good owner. Or without your help things will be radically different. Since she is already expecting someone other than Bob, I’ll pick her up and not go too easy on her. I’ll make sure she has a much worse time than you had and the first thing I will do is contact an Arab connection not to be in some harem but sold to a nomadic tribe as their torture slave. But also if you do not cooperate 100% you will be decreeing your husband’s torturous demise.” Trent clicked on the TV. There was Bob tied lying upon a frame. There were wires running to his testicles, up his ass and bare copper wire wrapped around his prick. To Susan it all looked hideous. In reality the only genuine working item was a zapper up his ass and that was mild compared to the one Susan experienced. Trent used his cell phone. In a few seconds her husband began screaming as she felt a jolt in his ass. Trent knew Bob didn’t have the pain capacity his wife had and when he first tested Bob’s limits he discovered he over reacted to most everything.

 

Susan screamed for him to stop it but he ignored her and instead continued talking to her. “You see Susan electrocution via a man’s dick and tactical takes a long painful time. The charge as you well know is unbearable but not totally lethal. What happens the heart pumps faster dealing with the pain and stress. Anywhere from 2 to 4 hours it eventually gives out.”

 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Susan started to cry.

 

“Stop that shit slut. You know damn well why. Both you and your niece will be sold as white slaves no matter if you cooperate or not. The only question is how difficult you make her stay with me will be and if your sense of guilt is strong enough to sentence your own husband to a painful death instead of eventual release.” Trent was blunt and firm. He didn’t want her to breakdown to a whimpering piece of crap. “You have addressed me three times now with out referring to me as Master. That will cost you. Now stop your fucken crying this instant.” It took Susan more than a few seconds to finally get a hold of herself. It was like everything mounted within her needed release. Trent pretended not to notice the time it took her to finally stop. “Now are you going to cooperate or do I do it the hard way?”

 

“No. No master, I will cooperate.” She finally choked out the words.

 

Susan didn’t notice him clicking on the camera pointed at her. “I want you to tell me. I want you to think of your husband’s potential pain. I want you to say, Master, please no more pain. I will give you my niece Pamela instead.” Susan was still stunned by all this. She just looked at him. “Say it and mean it slut.” He shouted.

 

“Master please no more pain. Take my niece Pamela instead.”

 

“Ok, then,” Trent turned back facing the TV screen, “do you see that timer next to the frame your husband is tied on?” Susan nodded. Trent pushed a button on his cell and the timer began to move. “It is set to go on a 5pm. There is no remote off switch. It has to be turned off manually by me. Pam’s bus is scheduled to arrive at 2:30. That will give us plenty of time. We’ll have time to play a little while waiting for her bus and then to pick her up and bring her back here. If you try anything like alerting the police and we get detained, I’m afraid there is nothing anyone can do to save your husband from a very painful death. I would deny any knowledge of you or Bob. You have no idea where he is being held nor where you are now to prove anything. They would be forced to release me. Of course, I loose a couple of potential sales but have made a small profit that you and Bob graciously gave me. You would loose a husband and the knowledge of how you made him suffer for hours. Do we understand each other?”

 

Susan nodded then replied, “Yes master.” Trent thought how keeping the couple apart works so well on getting the cooperation from the other. Either Bob or Susan would probably have fought him and endured much pain alone. He didn’t want his merchandise to be so marred that he could only sell her to some low class backwater brothel but this way was working out well for him.

 

Trent placed a hood over her head and guided her out to the van. He cuffed her in the back and they drove to the bus station in Joshin. Once there, Trent removed her hood and cuffs when they reached the outskirts of  Joshlin . It was near noon. Trent wanted a little recreation time before conducting his third kidnapping in such a short time. His toy that he had dressed as a cheap hooker would provide him with just the relaxing entertainment he desired at this time.

 

“Ok slut, I want a demonstration of your willingness to obey no matter what. You are outfitted perhaps slightly sluttier than a lot of the women who work this area of the city.” Trent was right. When they were two blocks from the bus station Susan saw several hookers standing on corners or walking the sidewalks slowly trying to attract any kind of business. “The whores who work the streets in the day are usually the lowest of the low. You’re going to prove that logic wrong.” he said pulling the van over to the curb. Trent pointed to a building off to their right. It was a nondescript building but located up against a dead end alley. “We need change for the parking meter. I think $2.50 will do. You’re going to earn it slut.” Susan realized just as she thought when she dressed that he wanted her to proposition herself.

 

“What are you cunt?”

 

Susan didn’t know what he meant but answered, “a whore?”

 

“No slut you are nothing but a cunt. A piece of fuck meat. You are a slut slave. Those afternoon cheap whores charge anywhere from $10 to $20 for a blowjob. “If they are lucky enough to find someone desperate enough to want to fuck them that would go anywhere from $30 to $40. I doubt any would take it up their ass. You my slut, will charge 10 cents for a blow job, 20 cents for a fuck and 25 cents up the ass. Your motel will be that alley, nowhere else. Do you understand?” Susan reluctantly answered yes. “You have one more rule but first some motivation. For every cent you come up short of the $2.50 you will spend that amount of time hanging by your wrists with your tits tied and weights hanging from your nipples and of course the zapper up your ass.” Susan’s mouth nearly dropped she couldn’t imagine being suspended and tortured that long. “Your last rule is to assure you are seen as a complete slut. You have to strip right at the front of the alley for any cunt or ass fucking before you take your john back out of sight. Once you finish him you will redress and come over here to the van and hand me your earnings like a good little whore. Now remove your butt plug we’ll use that later.”

 

Trent enjoyed her humiliation as she worked the large plug from her ass before opening the door to go to work. “Don’t forget your hubby is depending on you not to do anything stupid.”

 

Susan felt nearly naked in the short skirt and halter top. Most of the time when Larry had exposed her it was evening or night and only a few times so publicly. Here she was right on a city street in broad daylight. She felt the stares of both men and women as she made her way to her work location. She didn’t even get across the street before some guy in a car beeps and shouted nice ass. She had forgotten just how little solid skirt material there was covering her in comparison with the repeated exposure the fringe permitted as it dance, jiggled and separated as she walked. The spiked high heels added notably just how much her ass swayed as she walked.

 

It wasn’t long before a man approached. Susan guessed he was perhaps in his forties, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He stopped directly in front of her. “You got to be kidding. I haven’t seen a piece if ass as good looking as you out on the streets at this time of day. How fucken much?” It all seemed to hit Susan at once. First the fact she wasn’t a woman to anyone but a piece of ass. Secondly, she knew when she would tell him how little she was charging it would be added to the humiliation of her situation. Susan told him. “You got to be kidding me?” he replied. Susan’s face went red with shame. “This is one of those hidden camera pranks, right?” If they only knew, Trent was recording everything with his zoom lens camcorder.

 

Susan couldn’t believe she nearly had to beg the guy to fuck her. He was sure it was either some kind of set up for a robbery or perhaps a police sting. Sue had to take his hand and placed it through the halter top. “No prank.” she said. Before she knew it, he pulled her tit out and was fingering her nipple. Susan anxiously looked around. “So do you want it?” she asked.

 

“Yah, sure. Let me get this straight. You’ll suck me and I can fuck your ass all for… ahhh…..ahh. Susan said “Yes 35 cents.” Susan started to lead him to the back of the alley then she remembered the stripping rule. She stopped and looked back toward the street and over to the van where she knew her tormentor was watching. Even though it took only a few seconds to untie the halter top and drop the skirt the fact she might be seen doing this was overwhelming. Her john couldn’t believe it either. No fucken slut whore her encountered would strip right out in the open. Susan pulled him to the back of the alley. Her clothes were left in a pile at the street. She got to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. She hoped she could get him ready quickly. Susan worked her tongue down his shaft and around. His dick swelled quickly as she began sucking. “Oh yah baby. You are the slut of sluts.” He muttered as she worked her tongue over him. Finally he told her to turn around and bend over. Susan pleaded for him to go slowly since her only liberation was her own saliva on his prick. At first he slowly pushed into her. Susan was grateful she wore the large plug during the ride there as he ass was already stretched. The man grabbed two handfuls of tit and started ramming her. All Sue could do was try and support herself with her hands against the brick wall.

 

Her john let out a loud groan and shoved her so hard she was forced to lean up against the wall she was facing. Susan felt him cumming up into her. With one last thrust, he half collapsed on her back. “Oh you are one fucked up bitch.” He told her as he pulled out. Reaching into his picket for change, he handed her a dime and quarter. “Next time if you do a better job, maybe I’ll tip you an extra quarter.” He laughed then quickly left her standing there alone and naked.

 

Susan quickly ran and grabbed the clothing that lay on the ground and got dressed. She thought she noticed a woman across the street so she moved as close to the building as she dressed. Finally she looked around and walked back to the van where she saw Trent holding his camera. “This was for a blow job and an ass fucking.” She said handing him the 35 cents.

 

“Slut what was my one rule for you?” he angrily asked.

 

Susan looked surprised after doing what she never in her life ever imagined herself doing. “Master, I propositioned him for an ass fucking and sucked his dick and I stripped before hand.”

 

“You were told to strip right at the front of the alley. You walked back about 8 feet before stripping. Haven’t you learned to follow explicit orders yet?” Susan stood looking shocked at him when he threw the change toward a sewer grate. “You’ll start over again but for your punishment for disobeying my explicit orders, your price have just gone down a nickel per service.”

 

Susan wanted to cry but giving up would just cause her tremendous punishment and pain. Over the next hour plus her earning came far short of the $2.50 demanded of her. She was fucked some 5 times along with 4 more blow jobs and 4 ass fucking for a total of $1.75. As the hour went on, the most humiliating part was being rejected even for a nickel blowjob or fifteen cent fucking. The looks of some men she approached made her feel every bit the lewd, dirty, slut she presented. And this seemed to get worse as the news spread around the area about the cheap whore in the alley. Susan spotted two small groups of kids perhaps 12 or 14 years enjoying her strip show each time she had to give an ass of cunt fucking.  On rare occasions these kids have seen one of the desperate wash-up whore exposing her saggy tits to try and attach a customer but even for this trashy part of town and a cheap hooker stripping completed naked out in the open was a new one.

 

The worse part was none of the men who fucked her appeared to give a shit as to why she was doing this. Instead all they seem to see was a slut and a golden opportunity to fuck her. She was seen as a slut and used as the cheap slut she appeared to be. As a matter of fact only one man gave her more than the required payment which Trent refused to apply towards her goal. Instead when the well fucked and defeated woman came into the van, he handed her the dollar tip and told her it was all her’s to keep. “How the fuck do you expect me to find a half way decent buyer for you when you can’t even fuck and suck your way to earning parking money?” As ludicrous as it was, Susan felt a sense of shame and embarrassment about this statement. She’d never fucked and sucked so many cocks in such a limited time frame and yet her efforts came way short and this made her somehow feel ashamed of herself.

 

This experience gave Susan an almost renewed sense of her sluttiness. Her feminity and her looks which she often used to her advantage were seen and sold for pennies. For the first time in a long time Susan felt the desire to cover herself out of shame. So when Trent handed her a different skirt to put on along with her make up bag, she was so appreciative for the small consideration that she thanked him for the small kindness.

 

“Can’t have you looking completely like the cheap street hoe but we don’t want to give Pam the impression her aunt is anything but a slut either.” He told her when she discovered the new skirt was just slightly longer than the original hooker skirt however this one was an elastic material, white and once stretched over her ass and hips molded her lower body disclosing every detail from her tight buns to outlining her hip bone with a its white stretchy material. Susan realized once stretched the white fabric’s knit broaden. She could make out her skin tone of her upper thighs and knew her ass would be similarly faintly flaunted behind. The clincher was when he told her to replace the black butt plug up her fucked ass. Since it was black and the base pressed up against the skirt in back anyone kinky enough could recognize that she had a butt plug. Whatever gratitude she felt a few minutes before when he handed her a new skirt was lost in the reality he would always present her as nothing but a slut.

 

“I’m going to warn you once more, your husband’s life is in your hands as is any additional punishment you could earn to go along with your failure to earn a mere $2.50 whoring.” Trent loved the fact that this slave was innocent enough to blush with most any additional humiliation or even talk of it. “You better make sure that bitch niece comes along quietly with us, so you better be convincing and quick.” Trent was actually concern about this abduction. First he had never abducted any of his victims in such a public place but mostly he wasn’t completely sure of Susan’s motherly instincts even if she wasn’t the girl’s real mother. Trent slid the van’s door open. “What will happen to your husband if you fail?” he asked her.

 

Susan’s face went sallow. “He’ll die.” She replied in a soft voice.

 

“He’ll die very painfully slut.” Trent added. “Are you going to be good?”

 

Susan nodded twice before she could reply just thinking of how torturous of a death it would be for her husband if she failed him. “Yes master. I will do my best. Please don’t hurt him.”

 

“Come on. We got a young cunt to pick up.”

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

 

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

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.

 

**** TO BE CONTINUED ****

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 31

CROSSING THE BORDER

 

Susan hung with just toes of each foot making contact with the floor. Already her arches ached from her occasional ballerina attempts to allow her wrists and arms the slightest relief. What made things even worse was this meager bit of relief caused the heavy weights he had attached to her nipples to sway ever so slightly. Five pounds never seemed like a lot to her except for the fact each of the pair of dumbbells were dangling from a nipple. Five pounds felt like 500. Susan’s ample tits were drastically drawn downward by thin cords that Trent had tied around each swollen bud. He made sure she understood the nooses would tighten to their limits with each little movement. At first Susan desperately tried to hold as still as possible to avoid the ever increasing tightening of the slip knots but one can only endure standing on her toes for so long before her stained feet screamed with pain. Of course Trent made sure she also would be provoked into moving in other ways. The zapping butt plug was switched over to its random triggering setting. No less than three times a minute and as often as 6 times, the plug deep up her ass would send its shocks to her sensitive hole. Not only were the number of charges randomly coming but the device also altered the power and duration of each electrical bolt to her.

 

When the most severe shocks sizzled within her she would scream and toss back her head. And if it happen to be a prolong assault she could not stop the frenetic dance during such pain. It mattered little that the nipple weights would swing wildly because during those horrible moments nothing was worse than the pain in her ass. However when the electrical jolts stopped, what she considered a respite, refocused her attention to the pain she had caused her own nipples. Each time she fought to control her panting and try to stop the swinging and tugging of the heavy weights as best and quickly as possible.

 

All this was torture enough but she was told she earned all this suffering simply because she couldn’t obey and she better learn here on out punishments would get more brutal for the slightest failure. She was told the camera would be recording her and he would review the recording this evening. After each lesson, which Trent called Susan agonizing assaults, she was to state to the camera who and what she was. “I am a slut slave. I exist for other’s pleasure whether that is to fuck me, whip me or humiliate me.”

 

Trent warned her she would earn additional correctional punishments for each and every time she did not recite this phrase exactly. If the random shocking struck again before she could proclaimed her purpose in life this would warrant her a half hour of additional pain the next morning.

 

Knowing what Trent warned her about and how her punishments would get even more severe, Sue desperately wanted to avoid any extra pain but at times when the zappings were very strong and/or long coupled with the pain she inflicted to her nipples and tits, it took her longer to recover enough to be capable of speaking. She wasn’t sure but she thought she had acquired an additional hour and a half punishment session already and it was getting worse as she began to weaken. Trent checked his security screens of Susan’s chamber. He chucked to himself while thinking, “Slut you can never win.” He noticed by the timer she still had a little over 45 minutes of random shocks left. As for her suspension and nipple weights, well that she’d just have to contend with until he was finished introducing himself to Pamela. He checked the recording and determined she had only failed to correctly declare herself a slut slave three times but she didn’t repeat the exact phrase four other times as she tried to say it in obvious pain.  Trent would ask her later if she felt she should get credit for them. If she begged him to accept them he would of course punish her for this by doubling her time. But he really was hoping she’d  try and out think him by admitting they shouldn’t be acceptable. Then he would simply agree and berate her for such a poor performance. He always loved to see the despair in his captives faces when they realize they could never win with him nor anyone who would take charge of their new lives.

 

Just when Trent was ready to visit his new captive he had second thoughts about what was soon to be a pretty busy schedule dealing with everyone. He opened his phone and punched in some instruction codes before looking back at his slave on the screen. She hung limp for 15 seconds until her body jerked wildly. His instructions to the random generator controller was to raise the minimum shocker level from 5 to 8. He estimated with such a pain level the slut would surely fail 4 out of 5 times. Most the times she wouldn’t even be able to speak let alone repeat her required dialogue flawlessly. This would earn her days more of punishment which was just the added time he figured he would need to make progress with the niece. There was no sense in just letting this slut lay around all comfortable and getting fat during his time with the new slave. The next jolt really sent poor Susan convulsing. It was so strong it caused the 5 pound weight to flip upward a good 4 inches before tearing at her nipples when they slammed back against her body. “Oh that had to hurt.” He laughed catching this just before turning off the monitor and leaving the room.

 

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“You fucken better let me go, you pervert.  I’ll have you sent away for a long time.” Pam boldly said the second Trent walked into the barn where Bob previously resided. Trent ignored the teen but rather went to one of the locked cabinet and retrieved a few items. Pam felt very helpless, naked, cuffed and alone in the cage but she wasn’t about to let this son of a bitch know it. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you and Aunt Susan are playing here but when my Uncle Bob hears about it your ass will be ……. Hey stop it. Ahhh auggh”

 

Pam never finished her sentence as Trent tighten a noose around her neck and pulled it tight before tossing it over a beam above her. He pulled until she could barely breath and tied it off. Pam looked pretty much like her Aunt on tip toes only she was supported by her neck instead of her wrists. Trent began to take some measurements but when he stepped in front of her, she kicked out at him. She only managed a glancing blow to the side of his thigh but at least she fought back she thought.

 

SNAP……. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”   SNAP…SNAP. Pam screamed loudly as Trent triggered a stun gun directed at her tits.

 

The young girl choked herself while attempting to avoid another shot. All this movement and choking made her light headed from lack of air. “If you try anything like that again, if you speak without permission again this will get worse.” He said holding up the stun gun while showing her he just turned up the level. “Your entire survival, whether or not you eat, sleep, fuck or even breath is up to me and it’s all based on your obedience.”

 

To most anyone, Trent’s threats and what the teen had just experienced would have convinced anyone so vulnerable to comply, but not Pamela Powel. She was a feisty and defiant girl. She kicked out at the man before her once more and this time completely missed. Trent grabbed a handful of hair and held her while planting the stun gun directly on her pussy. After four consecutive shots, Pan passed out.

 

Trent quickly released the rope and noose as she hung limp from it. He was upset with himself for over reacting and a bit perturbed his threat meant so little to her.

 

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The remainder of the day Pan felt the whip, nipple clamps and weights, the electrical shocks and lastly when she thought there was nothing more a sadistic bastard could do to her, she was introduced to his friends the bullet ants.

 

By day two Pam pleaded for him to stop. She promised to be good. He ignored her pleas but rather continued nearly hourly with some additional torture. It was exhausting him. After all he had to keep her aunt uncomfortable during the same time too. For Susan her tortures were mostly mechanically controlled. His presents with her was unnecessary unlike it was with the teenager. He wanted her to understand quickly that his will was the only thing that she would care about.

 

By the end of day two, Pam had earned herself a reward. A glass of water. Trent made a big deal about something so little would have to be earned by her.

 

Finally on day three, he asked her if she was ready to begin anew?  She nodded in surrender. It wasn’t a resolving submission but that would come with time.

 

Meanwhile, Bob was going crazy wondering what was going on and what might be happening to his wife. His only contact with Trent each day were the two meals and fresh water he brought him but he spoke little to his male captive. By now Bob knew any questions, any pleading would cause his wife relentless pain.

 

As for Susan she suffered for her many impossible to avoid failures. Besides biding time that he needed with his new acquisition, he made sure Susan was learning the slightest tiny failures by her would not be accepted. The hardest command for her to succeed at was remaining silent while receiving torture. Only when she was gagged could she moan and cry into it. For those less painful tortures like hanging with weights attached to her nipples and cunt lips, even the slightest whimper was not acceptable. This was really difficult once Trent began adding sexual stimulation along with the pain. Using vibrators up her cunt and ass while hanging and told she much cum every hour without a sound from her was impossible. It was ok with Trent that she failed in this. He was allowing her a little pleasure so she should suffer the payment for it.

 

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By the end of the week, Trent realized, Pam was a completely different cookie than her Aunt and Uncle. Fear of pain had limited motivational gains with her. If he had the time, he knew he could break her but he needed to move on. He was in the business of acquiring, prepping and delivering slave’s to the ever growing market of those who desired to own an American slaves. His obedience training was mainly for the purpose of the sale’s time. He was aware the largest growing segment of this market were from countries with either a grudge against America or jealousy towards it. The girls sold into one of those situations really didn’t have to be taught to obey, their purpose was mainly to be the object of the owner’s venting while brutal rape was the choice of sexual use. Still Trent knew the more cooperative the slave was for sale the faster the turn around.

 

 It was during one session with Pam when the suffering girl said something derogatory toward her aunt for getting her into all this that gave Trent an idea that he never would have considered using. Trent allowed both Sue and Pam to rest for a couple of days before he would try it out.

 

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Trent checked up on Susan. She still had plenty of soreness from her nearly week of constant restraint, torture and other abuses but for all the wear and tear the 30 year old came though it pretty well. Trent always checked for any changes in his merchandise. Susan had already lost 8 pounds during her captivity and although she was in great shape to begin with the weight lost did show well on her curvy frame. “I need to piss, slave” Trent said when he entered her cell. Without hesitation Susan got down and crawled to him, took his dick in her hand and funneled it into her mouth. When Trent started to piss, she swallowed as quickly as she could. The repugnant taste and degradation from her eager acceptance of the task was clearly there but in comparison with the week she had just experienced, one would think she was drinking champaign from a spout. Susan even thanked him when he was finished.

 

Even though he had to grin by her feeble attempt to please him further by her statement, Trent once more enforced his rule to never speak a word unless permitted to.  He made her stand with her hands laced behind her head while he slapped her tits several times without moving. “Do you understand what that was for slut?” he asked. Susan only nodded, afraid answering might grain her worse punishment.

 

He then ordered her to follow him upstairs where he allowed her to shower and dress. Of course her outfit was on the level of her whoring attire from a week earlier. She no longer cared what he had planned for her, she was resolved to obey quickly and to the best of her ability in order to avoid her own pain as well as her husband.

 

Trent once again took her sight away with the tape and gauze over her eyes before adding the dark sunglasses to hide this blindfold. He told her if she did well today, she could gain a night off for herself and her husband. Trent noticed she mouthed words. It was her only way of asking permission to ask a question. “Speak slut.” He commanded.

 

“Master what about my niece. Is she alright?”

 

Trent looked at her. Here the little brat in the barn wanted to tear out her aunt’s eyes while this slut was worried for the teen’s welfare. This was good, he thought. Another tool he could use to speed things up. “Your niece has been less than cooperative and as you know by now, just what that has earned her. I will promise you this, slut. If you don’t cause me any trouble what so ever, today. I’ll give her a slight reprieve from the punishment she has accumulated for herself.” Susan nodded once more. She sighed knowing how difficult Pam could be and knew how stubborn she was.

 

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The drive to the border crossing into Mexico took 45 minutes. Susan had no idea where they were headed even after hearing a man’s voice with a heavy Mexican accent. Most cars coming from the states into Mexico are waved on quickly, however, the lucky boarder guard on duty that day wanted to get a better look at the hot looking blonde in this car. “Buenas tardes.” Trent greeted the guard. The Mexican border agent didn’t even look at him as he replied to Trent’s gesture.

 

“Spread your legs, slut.” Trent ordered while the guard pretended to make some notes on a clip board. As Susan obeyed she felt the short tight skirt slither up the few inches it cover her until it exposed all of her bare cunt. Trent smiled to himself as the border guard’s eyes widen. It didn’t take much of a visual bribe to satisfy one of these young agents. All of the guards were aware of several small towns that catered to the kinky sex pleasure visitors. These areas conducted business with the knowledge of corrupt officials being paid well from the profits coming of the bars and sex ranches that most any young man from this area had visited once or twice in his life.

 

These areas use to feature local girls, who were desperate enough, to fulfill most any raunchy request but now days a lot of kinky couples and even single women looking for unthinkable experiences came and entertained there.

 

The bar and ranch owners loved the set up. Some American Dom or Dominick would bring a kinky wife, lover or submissive to push their limits way beyond anything possible back home and they profited from the entertainment value along with charging the Dom a protection fee as well as any profits they might make for sexual favors.

 

The protection fee came in the form of assurance, the slut slave would not be stolen from the Dom along with safe passage back to the border. It didn’t include much safeguard for the slave once at a bar or ranch but rather those limitations were the establishment’s guidelines.

 

The understood limitations at these bars and sex ranches ranged anywhere from a place to publicly expose one’s sub or oneself, to open sex, gang rapes, public bondage, punishment, or whipping, and all the way to forced animal sex. A woman who might have second thoughts about her husband or Dom’s idea of a hot weekend being fucked by a dog or donkey, had little alternative other than to try and enjoy it since the local police, judge and business owners in the out of the way regions would often threaten them with arrest and a much worst fate if they tried to cause a problem. Once a submissive entered into such a situation, it was like signing over her own destiny and yet there were enough kinky people from the states as well as over the world who visited these small towns to do a good business.

 

There was another unspoken element that many heard rumored. Unlike all the willing kinky enjoyment seekers who called themselves slut slaves, there was suppose to be genuine slave trafficking too. Only insiders knew where and how this operated and those involved had only the protection of the unwritten code of the unscrupulous organizations as protection. For this trip, Trent wanted to initialize contact with any of the contacts available. Today was a promotional trip. He knew within an hour or so of his arrival with Susan, the word among those who would represent any potential clients would examine his offering. Unless someone made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, this was just an advertisement promotion.

 

The guard spoke to Trent in Spanish from Susan’s side of the car. The still blinded woman knew sitting with her legs spread open whoever this was at her side had complete view of her hairless cunt. She didn’t know how or why Trent would take such a gamble at being caught but she knew she wouldn’t risk any attempt at soliciting help. After all if this Trent got arrested both her husband and niece’s lives would be at risk. Locked away somewhere unknown, without food and water for more than a few days, it would mean their deaths.

 

Susan tried to remain calm as they spoke. She knew very little Spanish but often heard the word puta many times and knew they were referring to her. Suddenly, she felt a hand groping her tit through the halter top. The Mexican continued to talk with Trent as his hand open the halter. “Start finger fucking yourself, slut.” Trent told her.

 

Susan couldn’t believe this was happening somewhere so publicly. The sounds of other cars and people were everywhere and yet this man and Trent were having her expose herself so openly. Where in the hell could they be that it was ok?

 

After a few laughs and a lot of hard mauling of her tits, the hand left her. She dared not stop fingering herself as commanded even while the car began moving again. “You are enjoying that, aren’t you slut?” she heard Trent ask. Susan didn’t know how to answer. Actually she was at a high point of arousal but to be asked if she enjoyed the risk and exposure…….. Susan just nodded. “Well stop it. You will get us stopped every mile by every Mexican policeman who would want to cop a feel.”

 

Susan now knew they were in Mexico. Although the border was less than an hour away from their Summerville home, she felt a whole new loss of security in her situation. Her fears intensified as did her excitement with what might happen to her next. And as much as she tried to convince herself this wasn’t turning her on, she knew how quickly her pussy juices began to build up.

 

Susan never really felt comfortable whenever she and Bob went down into Mexico. She told Bob how uncomfortable she felt being so blatantly stared at by men down there. And it wasn’t just the Mexicans but also American military, teenagers, and kids going down for a wild time. It was an atmosphere with few limitations and little respect for partying Americans. With so much underage drinking at clubs that paid off authorities, Bob didn’t like how rudely his wife was treated either, so they avoided taking friends down except for an occasional shopping trip.

 

Now Susan was not only down here without her husband but dressed like the total slut she felt she often was looked upon. What was worse was she completely understood both Bob and Pam’s circumstances would depend on her obedience to this man.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 32

SUSTANTIVA ESCLAVA FOR SALE

(Slave for sale)

 

The further Trent drove them into the country, the more despondent Susan felt. It was only a hour or so drive from the US/Mexico border crossing but with her experiences and her situation as a slut slave, Susan was flat out scared especially once she felt the car taking some back roads. Finally they stopped. In her blindfolded darkness, Susan tried to listen for clues as to where they might be or what was happening. Without warning she felt Trent remove the sunglasses and pulled the tape from her eyes. It took a little time before her eyes could adjust. Trent opened her door, like a gentleman.

 

She noticed several boys looking up her short skirt and smiling as she got out. Sue blushed knowing they had to have seen her naked pussy with so little to the skirt. Little did she know, the same boys would see a hell of a lot more of her before the conclusion of her trip.

 

 Trent said something to the boys who quickly stood up and came forward. She watched him hand each of the boys some money then told her to backup against a chain link fence which was along side of a building that they were parked in front of. Susan quickly obeyed and was shocked when the two boys each grabbed a wrist and in seconds she found they were tying her wrists wide apart to the fence. She wasn’t sure what to do. She looked toward Trent for guidance but he had already turned and started into the building to get out of the hot sun.

 

The boys who appeared to be anywhere between the ages of 14 and perhaps 16 worked the leather thongs around her wrists tightly and pulled together until her arms were painful stretched out to her sides. One of them went around the fence and grabbed hold of her hair through the fence. Susan tried to look back but he had a good grip on her hair. She couldn’t even turn her head. Then from the front the other boy passed several coils of the leather lashing around her neck and passed the end to the boy behind her. She began to choke as she felt him pulling the strap upward. As best she could, Susan tried to rise up on her toes before he stopped pulling on it and finally tied it off. She now felt her face turning red do to her limited air flow and for the first time she began worrying about her very life.

 

Susan tried to move to lessen the choking of the leather strap. Although her effort raised herself up perhaps an inch or so, this panicky tip toe dance also made her braless tits jiggle and gain the attention of the boys.

 

Susan felt a couple pair of hands grabbing at her tits while some comments she didn’t understand were made about her. Suddenly the halter top was untied and her tits poured forth. Frantic at what might happen next she tried to turn her head and look toward the building where Trent had entered. He was nowhere in sight and she knew she was at the complete mercy or lack there of, of these boys. Susan saw the younger looking of the two  boys holding up another long thin leather strap and he began wrapping loops around the base of her left breast. To her shock he and the other boy each grabbed an end and pulled as hard as they could to tighten the noose. Susan screamed from the pain as her tits bulged into a rigid snared orb that felt like it was being cut by the leather thong biting into her tender flesh. The boys giggled as they continued to make the noose even tighter before making a second loop and repeating the tug-a-war tightening process. This breast bondage was more brutal than what Trent had done to her in her cell. Susan began pleading with the boys who either didn’t understand her or couldn’t care less what she was saying. After a half dozen excruciating loops they used up all the length of the leather strap and began with another one for her right breast. By the time the boys were done Susan was wheezing for air due to the tightness of their tit bondage and her restricted air flow with the leather that was around her neck.

 

She lost all concern or fight when she felt her skirt being pulled off of her. Each of the boys took turned feeling her up. Playing with her very dark crimson tits and shoving their fingers into the American’s cunt. Susan tried to block out the fact that mere boys were quickly bringing her to a climax right out in the open. Susan climaxed several times from their continues finger fucking and each time they express amusement and made comments when they saw her body quake and quaver as she rode out each orgasm.

 

Finally they left her and went inside the building where Trent had gone. Susan stood naked and totally helpless against the chain link fence. The exposed American’s body glisten with sweat from both the heat and her multiple orgasms. She tried to make sense of what was happening. Surely she had monetary value to her kidnapper. Why would he just give her over to some boys as a play thing. The more she thought the more she realized she had begun thinking of herself as merchandise and no longer captive Susan Banks. The inevitable was sinking in and all she could hope for was a compassionate owner.

 

Trent reappeared along with the boys and a burly Mexican man. She was groped and felt up buy the this man while Trent seemed to be praising the boys on a job well done with his slave’s bondage.

 

“She doesn’t need a ring gag.” Trent said when one of the man pulled one out and was about to secure it in Susan’s mouth. “She loves sucking cock. Don’t you slut?” Sue could barely speak but answered yes sir.

 

“It is a new rule Senior Trent. We have had some slaves recently, who have tried a last act of rebellion and hurt some clients. It is now a rule while on display, slaves for sale must be either gagged for silence or ring gagged.”

 

“Ok, then use the ring gag. She’ll want as many cocks in her mouth as she can get.” Trent answered. “So how do you suggest she should be displayed today?”

 

“I think we got the perfect device. As you say she is an older cunt but those tits are mucho grande. They should be a selling point don’t you think?” the Mexican men said holding one of Sue’s already sore bloated tits in his hand. Sue screamed as his hand went from cupping her tied tit to crushing it with his hand. The only purpose for this was to watch her suffer, so in spite of her pleas and screams and thrashing which was so forceful that she made the fence shake, he sadistically laughed at her. Sue considered kicking out at him to try and stop him from digging his fat fingers into her bound tits but she knew she better and fought back her urge.

 

“As you said Miguel, her tits are her a selling point. You know what they say, if you damage it, you bought it? Trent told the man who was digging his fingers into Sue’s taunt titty flesh.

 

Miguel laughed. “If I could afford one of the many American cunts that come through here, do you think I would be making torture devices for a living?”

 

“Miguel we both know you love your work. How many different cunts do you get to fuck every month? Trent asked.

 

Miguel and the boys laughed. “Enough to hope to be doing this for another 25 years.” He said finally letting Sue’s mangled tit go. Her tit throbbed from his molesting. “I will get you a back bender so this cunt can parade around showing her tits off for you.” He went inside. Meanwhile Trent said something to the boys who went about untying Sue’s wrists and neck from the fence. Her brutally bound were left tied. A moment later Miguel and came out holding a curved piece of wood. It was smooth and had a cock shape attached to its base. From the base the piece wood ran upward about 3 feet on a sharp bend. Susan was ordered to stand with her legs spread. Miguel had the piece of wood behind her and first worked the carved wooden cock up into her ass. They cared not that she wasn’t ready for it and pushed until the thick head passed her sphincter and finally sank the entire length up into her ass. The wooden cock was hard and thick. She had little time to accommodate the mammoth phallus before Miguel next took some leather cords and lashed the curved back piece to her waists. He tied this very tight. Sue pretty much guessed where and who the boys learn to tie such strict binding to a woman’s body. 

 

Next her wrists were pulled back behind her and the curved frame but they were also pulled painfully upward. Quickly more leather straps were added below and above her already tied tits and finally a loop around her neck, all of which were tightly tied to the small arched shaft. When they stepped back they looked at a woman who stood compelled to present her tits outward and upward. “Perfect! Don’t you think?” Miguel asked Trent. “Tits and cunt for sale that come with an optional cock sucking mouth.” Susan grunted from the strenuous forced posture. She had to wonder just how sadistic these people were to come up with such a device. The slightest movement was instantly transmitted to the wood cock lodged deep up her ass and with her head held upward she didn’t see when the boys approached her defenseless body with a pair of bells that they now clipped on each nipple. What Sue could not know was some of the weight of those bells was because of a small battery operated receiver and electrical shockers.

 

“Listen up slut.” Trent said standing near Sue. “The boys are going to take you to all the bars and ranches in the area to advertise my offering but you may not like how they do business down here. Everyone and anyone have the right to check out the merchandise so you better behave.” He paused before telling her she would be walking into each of the places by remote control. “So pay attention to this demonstration or I assure you, you will pay more than you could imagine.”

 

Sue felt a long zap to her left nipple. When her high pitch yelp ended, Trent told her that meant turn left. He signaled one of the boys holding the controller to repeat the shock to her left nipple. Susan shrieked but also turned to her left. A repeated zapping occurred to her right nipple. She immediately responded by turning right. “Very good slut. Who says you can’t teach and old cunt new tricks?”

 

Susan felt someone’s hands between her legs and soon discovered her worse fear as similar clips, bells and devices were attached to each of her cunt lips. A series of short and long shocks there indicated for her to kneel, stand, spread her legs, bend as far forward as her arched back would allow and several more compulsory movements and act. Susan began to worry because by the time their hasty but painful obedience instructional session was over she would be expected to respond to any of the 14 different movements or actions. Under this much duress, Susan already had forgotten some of the commands. She desperately wanted to ask for a chance to hear the list again but without the shocks but she was just a slut slave to be played with which meant either way she’d feel the pain that turned these men on.

 

One of the boys said something to the other just moments before Susan felt the shock to both of her pussy lips. She knew this meant for her to move forward. As she staggered forward she felt the big cock up her ass shift moving within her with each step. The bells hanging from her tits and cunt also sounded out their playful tinkling but the simple act of walking was anything but playful to the stringently bound blond. A shock to her left tit and Sue turned left only to feel a shock to her right tit. The result was moving in the exact direction she was originally moving only her jerking and agonizing cry was music to the two boys playing with their helpless toy.

 

“How about a nice cold cerveza, Senor Trent?” Susan heard Miguel say. “We can catch up with Roberto and Juan later.” As much pain and wrong that Trent had done to her and her family, Sue did not want to be away from him under these circumstances. This had to be sadisticville she thought as the boys laughed and chatted about how delightful it was to watch the blond gringo jerk and flinch each time they pressed the controller’s buttons needlessly for fun.

 

Fort Susan, the walk to the first bar seemed like a mile. Her back was on fire from being so excruciatingly arched backwards. Her tits were inflamed and bloated while the constant tugging of the swinging bells and weight of the zapper was driving her wild with pain and stimulation. With her mouth held open by the ring gag she could not prevent the drool that ran down the sides of her cheeks.

 

A roar went up as she was driven into the first bar room. Susan couldn’t understand anything that was being said but she knew all the comments were about her.

 

“Participio pasado knelt.” Someone said just before she felt the three shocks that directed her to kneel. Susan carefully lowered herself to her knees, trying desperately not to fall forward. Once she was kneeling she could see a heavy set Mexican man with gray hair and an evil grin. He asked the boys some questions. Susan heard Trent’s name and the words sustantiva esclava several times. It soon became obvious to her this meant slave.

 

“So your ass is for sale slut?” he said looking down at her.

 

As hard as it was to accept this fact Susan attempted to nod yes.

 

“You look hot. Does the sustantiva esclava want some cerveza?” he laughed. Susan knew he was asking her if she wanted beer but didn’t know if she should respond. The man moved over her face and whipped out his cock. “You can drink the cerveza that Diego drink first.” With that a stream of yellow piss hit her face and eventually was aimed into her open mouth. Susan tried to swallow as much of the pungent urine as she could. The place went up in a roar of laughter as the blond American seemed to greedily gulp down the bar owner’s piss.

 

When his flow stopped she heard him say something to the boys. Susan felt three zaps to both her nipples and three to her cunt. She couldn’t remember what this meant so she received the same electrical commands several times before someone shouted for her to get up and dance.

 

Susan frantically struggled to stand and began swaying her hips which made the four bells jingle to the delight of the patrons. She was forced to continue her lewd dance while some music was turned on. Every so often someone would approach her and grab her tit or cunt or ass or anywhere they wanted while moving with her bowed body. Her tits already were tender from the tight leather straps but the distended orbs seem to be a favorite that the men grabbed and squeezed while she screamed in agony from their rough abuse. Often while they grabbed and twisted her deep purplish melons she’d shrink back from the terrible pain. This only earned her long shocks to her nipples until she had to will herself into offering herself to the man abusing her.

 

Again Sue felt the three zaps that directed her to the ground. This time she simply dropped to her knees. The man over her shoved his cock though the ring gag and down her throat. They seemed amazed that she could take his full length. Susan tried to use her tongue on the cock as he fucked her face. Since her entire upper body was one with the curved frame, all the man had to do was grab the top of the wooden arch so he could jerk her head and body to the rhythm he desired.

 

One by one, men shot their cum down her throat and played with or simply abused her tits, ass and cunt. Several times she was brought to a climax and had to stand lewdly, legs spread before everyone as her body shook in a forced orgasm. She didn’t know what was worse, them treating her as nothing but a cum depository and sex toy or the fact her body responded to all this mistreatment with so many climaxes.

 

By the time someone helped her drink some water and splashed her face to clean her up a little, she was dripping with perspiration and panting so hard the bells tinkled from her panting breath. Susan felt the stinging of the zappers. She was guided once again out into the dirty town street. She would soon encounter the same treatment over and over again as she made the rounds of all the bars and slave ranches so Trent Williams’ sustantiva esclava could be seen, used and abused by those who might have an interest in owning the slut or represented those who had the money to buy her.

 

Miguel and Trent came upon her around 4 that afternoon. Her tied tits were extremely dark. The lack of blood and the many men who mashed, slapped or mauled her tits had taken their toll. Trent ordered the boys to untie her tits but leave the nipples clamps and zappers in place. “I’ve decided you’ll be staying and meet with several representatives coming in tonight. Miguel do they still have the display stand in the town square?”

 

“Si senor. I will see if I can reserve it. A lot of the guests now days, who come to play out their fantasies, request its use. Nothing like a submissive wife who thought she was coming down for a light whipping session to discover her husband condemned her to a night of open unlimited fucking and abuse by anyone who wants to use her.”

 

“I’d appreciate if you could get it for this slut. I want her to be seen by as many potential buyers as possible but I will have to get back and tend to feeding a couple animals I’m watching over.”

 

“What limits do you want enforced ?”

 

Trent looked honestly surprised at Miguel’s question. “None, she’s a fucken cunt slave for sale. Why would I want to limit anyone’s favorite activities? It might hinder the price.”

 

“Jes, I know but lately groups have been coming here, paying the hundred dollar visitor’s fees just to have a chance to beat a woman. Depending on how many they are and how much they have had to drink they have torn up a few slaves on the stand.”

 

Susan was visibly shaken hearing all of this. She couldn’t imagine being left in this place in other’s hands with unlimited possibilities of abuse.

 

Trent thought for a minute. “Ok Miguel, I’ll leave it up to Roberto and Juan. I’ll pay you a hundred dollar each to be in charge of tonight’s activities. You can switch off with each other to get some rest. Use your judgment guys. I need to have this slut’s assets seen by the buyer but don’t want to sell her in pieces, understand?” They laughed at his joke. “Oh and buy a few dozen boxes of condoms. I can’t sell a diseased cunt so insist on their use but the slut is to suck all condoms clean, understand?” They readily agreed. Juan and Roberto had been assigned to sale stage duty several times before and jumped at the opportunity because they knew there was a good chance of earning extra money by allowing drunk men go a little further than usually allowed. The more severe the request the more dollars they could pocket. The suffering slaves had no idea how far any limits were agreed upon and if they did they were too scared to ever complain under such conditions. One time the boys doubled what the seller paid them to watch over his sale and all they had to do was take a break for an hour while some Germen visitors had their way with cute Brazilian slave. When the boys returned she had passed out. It took them a little time to revive her and give her a little pick-me-up and she was as good as new. Well almost but what the hell she was a slave and she’d probably experience a bull whipping sooner or later.

 

Juan and Roberto were ecstatic about the possible extra earning this pretty blond could generate. Much of the times, the slaves being sold were fat nasty bitches who would never get fucked if they weren’t a slave to be abused first hand. Then there were the flat chested homely sluts, that might have some potential but needed a lot of work. This one, Juan thought had a fantastic shape, a pretty face and tits you just wanted to flog. He .was sure Roberto and himself would get a few under the table offers by a few men to do more than just fuck this American slut and the fact that Senor Trent would be back in the states to attend to something, they figured they would have a little extra time to clean the slut up and cover up some of her extra frivolities.

 

“Ok, better take those cords off her tits for now. If I know you two, she’ll have plenty of time with them thrust up tightly tonight.”

 

A loud groan escaped Sue’s open mouth as the leather straps were peeled from around her swollen breasts. The pain of rushing blood back into her fun bags was so great that Susan dropped to her knees and gasped for breath. “What’s the matter slut, don’t you want the nooses off your tits?” Susan couldn’t respond. All she could do was moan and try to take in small gulps of air. “You will be happy to know a few of the Japanese gentlemen you met at the Hang Her High Ranch earlier have shown some interest in you. Do you remember them slut?”

 

Susan nodded yes. Indeed she did remember them . They abused her tits a lot from slapping, to taking off a belt and beating them, and even punching them as if they were punching bags. Susan could not believe such placid looking men could be so cruel. What little English they spoke they referred to the fat tit American. One of them wanted to hang her by her tits but the boys told them that was going too far with the allowable liberties of Senor Trent’s sustantiva esclava. “So far slut, they are the only ones who have shown real interest in an old cunt like you.”

 

Susan’ mind was going a mile a minute. All the abuse and pain she had suffered and only three Japanese sadists were interested. And this whole business about a 30 year old being old. Sue knew she had a fantastic body. It was hard to believe she was considered old for a slave. She found herself almost upset with the fact she didn’t appeal to more of the men.

 

Trent spoke with Miguel some more while Roberto and Juan lashed Susan to an X-Frame in one of the more popular bars in town. The nipple/cunt lip zapper controller was placed on a table before her and a “For Sale” sign with Trent’s code hung above her spread eagled form. Over the next 2 hours, which was considered her “rest period” dozens of men and women who came into the bar, came up to the displayed offering. Her tits and cunt got shocked repeatedly. It was great sport to watch a slut shudder, jerk and arch in pain while holding down a shocker button for an unreasonably long period of time. All the unintelligible pleading thought the ring gag did nothing to influence any of the bar customers from take pleasure in the torture of the displayed slave. One particularly callous dyke removed one of the cunt lips clips and clamped it directly on her clit. This alone made the slave howl in pain. She then clipped the slave’s cunt lips together with the remaining clip then pressed the controller so all four zappers shot their maximum power at once. Susan body rattled the X frame so much it got everyone’s attention in the bar. The dominant dyke roared with laugher and began to finger her own cunt as she came watching the blond slave body tremored and convulsed as the charge shot into her most sensitive of region. Roberto said something to the woman when he became afraid Susan would blackout but instead of showing the slave any sympathy, the dyke slapped Susan across the face threatening to double her torture if she dared to pass out. Only when this woman enjoyed a hard climax did she finally release the triggers. Susan could not catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and yet they heard her whisper, “Please make me cum.” The dyke grin and handed the controller to Juan and only removed the clip holding her cunt lips together. She took a vibrator out of her purse, turned it on and worked it into Susan’s flooding cunt. On her signal, Juan triggered the remaining three zappers. Sue fucked the vibrator while her tits and clit received the painful bolts of electricity. Susan could hear the bar patrons cheering her on as she bucked wildly and repeatedly climaxed.

 

Later as she weakly hung on the X frame. Susan wondered what was the matter with herself. Was she as sick as those who abused her? Here she begged some dyke for a climax. As painful as it was, Susan couldn’t understand how or why her climaxes seem to intensify as the pain increased. Was she really a pain slut? Was it because of her suppressed need that her husband, niece and herself all put into the situation they were?

 

Sue’s time on the frame was far from over. Other women repeated as cruel of torments as they could think of. Some were upset at their husband’s or boy friend’s lust for the naked blond. Others simply had always wanted to get back at a woman with such a sexy body. All were fascinated with this golden opportunity to deliver payback to the girl they remember in high school who got all the guys, or the cheerleader who had it easy in class or the woman who stole a boy friend. Their vengeance may have been intended for another but it was Susan Banks, slut slave for sale that had to endure the pain.

 

This would be her fate until she was finally released, given some substance, truly rested and prepared for her upcoming long night’s presentation. Susan Banks was beginning to distinguish the transformation from captive to an actual white slut slave for sale. She was beginning to worry a bit more about her own situation over her husband’s or niece’s. As a slave she had little options but to serve and/ or endure however everyone seemed to enjoy conveying as much pain to her as possible. This wasn’t the idea of slavery she had thought might transpire.

 

**** TO BE CONTINUED *****

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 33

( HUNG OUT FOR SALE )

 

After a few hours of rest, Roberto and Juan came for Senor Trent slut slave. Her wrists were tied behind her back before they started on their favorite binding. Once more they both used their combined strength to wrap each encircling loop of rope around the base of her tits until each were taut bobbing melons. Susan’s pleas of them not to tie them so tightly were ignored or perhaps not understood. Either way it didn’t matter and she would soon realize she was a thing for sale not a suffering human being. By the time they completed their task she was sure her bound tits were even tighter than they were this afternoon. The veins of her blood restricted inflamed tits looked as though they would burst. It was only after capturing her tits in their ropes that they then tied her elbows together until they touched. This forced her to propel her chest forward which was the exact posture they were looking for. Susan hoped the two didn’t notice that her cunt lips were already swelling and were quickly becoming damp. It upset her that in spite of the anguish her tit binding were causing her, it excited her at the same time. She was completely aware of the fact her bound tits were being presented so vulnerable and invitingly to anyone who would come upon her and it was this intense sense of helplessness that also was arousing.

 

The boys buckled Sue’s high heels back on her feet and lastly locked a chain leash around her neck and lead her out of the back room, out the door and into the town’s night air. Although it was far from cool her  new and improved nipples stiffen and swelled even more showing her arousal. As they walked she saw many men looking out of the many bars at her nakedness. They paraded her right down the middle of the dirty road heading toward the small park like setting with a kind of raised platform in the middle.

 

None of her past experiences either with her husband or even with Larry Parker compared with this. She knew she was the center of attention, lust and kinky pleasure of a whole tome full of men and women. It seemed to her everyone saw her as nothing but a slave. A slut slave at that. Would this be how she would feel for the rest of her life? The S&M games were over. They were over weeks ago but mentally she fought the feeling of such a dramatic change in her life. Reality was taking over.

 

 The platform or stage had directional lights focused on it. When they got closer Sue noticed a chalkboard sign at the bottom of the stage. The chalked lettering read,” WHITE SLUT SLAVE FOR SALE. WRITTEN BIDS WILL BE SENT TO SLAVER NUMBER 4404. SELLER IS ALLOWING COMPLETE TRAIL USAGE FROM 10PM UNTIL DAWN. CONDOMS REQUIRED. LIMITS WILL BE DETERMINED BY SELLERS ON SITE AGENTS. The entire notice was repeated in Spanish and Japanese. Susan felt her legs going weak as they approached the steps.

 

Just when she was about to step up on the first step, Juan told her in very broken English for her to lie down on the grass. Sue lowered herself and carefully lied on her bound arms then they forced her all the way down. Roberto kicked her legs apart. Sue had wondered if the two boys were just into doling out pain or if they found her sexy too. Roberto untied his rope belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. Susan had no idea what he told her but his grin implied it was something lewd. It was then Susan saw that Juan had several large boxes that he took a condom from and handed one to his friend.

 

After being paraded naked and bound down the middle of the town, Susan was so horny he easily slid into her. The boy was obviously no virgin. He slowly shoved his full length into her and just as slowly pulled back until the head of his cock barely remained within her. Susan could not hold back her moan which delighted the boy. After repeated slow thrusts, he began to pick up his pace. Susan elevated her hips to meet him. Once again Susan Banks was lost in pure ecstasy. Even though she had many climaxes during her presentation at many of the bars, this was pure pleasure until Roberto was about to cum. In his heated excitement he grabbed hold of Susan mercilessly bound tits and began squeezing them and pulling on them for leverage. Susan screamed in pain. Screams of pain from a slave which in this town seem to be the norm rather than of any concern. Susan couldn’t believe such a place existed so close to their home.

 

The anguish she was enduring did not stop her impending orgasm and even seem to entice the boy’s. He pounded her harder and harder as his cock streamed into the condom and his hands clawed into the firm tied tits. Her breasts were on fire when he finally rolled off her only to be replaced by the other boy, Juan.

 

Susan was surprised the smaller boy seemed to possess a man’s size cock. Unlike Roberto’s slim rod, the smaller of the two boys, Juan’s dick was solid and long. He was also the more aggressive to the two. He kept his dick in her dripping fucked hole and began slapping Susan’s already purplish breasts. “Fuck, fuck.” He shouted in English. Susan twisted on her bound arms uselessly trying to protect her tits from his assault. He slapped them even harder and kept saying fuck, fuck. Susan began to shove her hips up and down. It didn’t stop him from using her tits as a target but he did ease up on his slaps. It was all so painful for Susan but she tried to focus on making him cum.  Suddenly she felt Roberto’s hand holding her head still. She glanced up and saw he was holding his cum filled condom over her open mouth. He dripped his spent cum into her mouth and then turned the condom inside out and wiped the remains over her face while his friend started to cum.

 

Susan felt nothing more than a sex toy for the boys. She knew they could do what they wanted with her. She knew they saw her simply as a sex pain slave and not a woman. Not as significant as the lowliest whore in this town. And in spite of being seen and treated with such degradation, she knew she had to accept it all and more to protect her husband and niece. She had to make her master happy.

 

When Juan took his loaded condom off he made Susan use her tongue to eagerly lick out his sperm. The boys playfully worked the used condom over her tongue as if it were a cock. Susan simply tried to understand what they wanted of her and tried her best to obey.

 

 

Finally she was helped to her feet and walked up the platform where her chain leash was locked to a ring. One of them brought out several whips and placed them on the floor next to one of the boxes of condoms. She could see down the street where men with bottles in their hands looked her way. Sue realized locking her to the stage was some sort of signal the fuck fest had begun.

 

Roberto said something to Juan who gave Susan’s ass one hard swat and he left. Roberto settled himself off to the side as the first group of men started up the steps to view, grope, fuck and or abuse the piece of meat offered for sale.

 

The reason the town and authorities were willing to allow such events was the money it generated. Not only the bars and sex ranches made money because of slave trafficking but so did the town. Any visitor paid an entrance fee to the town. It was based on an hourly rate. The card carrying slavers and buys were exempt, however, they did pay a small sales tax on any sale of flesh. A small percentage with such a high priced sales meant good money. It was enough money to bribe other officials of the region to turn their collective heads. It was a fantastic arrangement for everyone. Well, not exactly everyone as Susan was about to discover first hand.

 

For the four American sailors stepping up on the platform the exorbitant hourly fee was a once in a life time opportunity and they weren’t going to be short changed by any guilt or concern for who this blond slut slave was or how she came to be here. For these four guys few places like this in the world, like Malaysia, a place in the Philippines and one other in the Middle East, did they offer a go at a slut slave with a minimum of limitations. The fact this slut slave was a white bitch from the states made it all the more exhilarating for the four black southern sailors. The guy who brought the others here told them tonight they could turn the tables on all those rich fucken bitches from back home who only saw them as poor black boys from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn’t matter in the least that this particular woman was not one of them.

 

The obviously group leader was first to pick up a whip and demanded the slave to turn and present her tits and cunt for a few blows. He said, “ How do you mutha fucken white bread cunt like this?” as he laid a hard vindictive blow with the multi straps whip across both jutting tits. Susan screamed and seemed to scream for a full half hour as they took turns whipping, slapping and fucking her before another gathered group who were waiting were allowed to take their place.

 

One after another, men fucked her, playfully or not so playfully abused her but all treated her as nothing but a slave.

 

After four hours, Roberto turned off the lights. This was another signal that the slave needed a break. Susan’s ass, thighs and front were a mass of red whip and belt marks. Her tits were bruised and so sore the lightest touch caused pain. The scary thought for Susan was as brutal as the men were to her, she had suffered worse when Trent used the bullet ants with her. She knew if he ever followed up with his threat to use the ants and whip she knew she would die.

 

Roberto began peeling the ropes from her tits. Once more the pain of rushing blood back into her sore breasts was immense. He next untied her arms and wrists. She was extremely grateful to be able to move her arms freely. Susan was surprised when Roberto spoke to her. “Drink.” He commanded handing her a bottle. It tasted like some sort of fruit drink but thicker. It was an energy drink. It was not only to help the slave who was so spent but to revive her for her next session. He also handed her a tube of cream and indicated for her to rub it on her bruises. Sue instantly recognized the smell as aloe vera. The cool soothing cream worked wonders quickly. Again the boy surprised her by handing her a wet towel which she used to clean the dirt which stuck to her damp body but also to clean off the layers of cum which had been aimed everywhere.

 

“Down slut.” Roberto pointed to the wooden floor. Susan obediently got down and began to turn on her back. “No” he shouted and used his foot to kick her back so she was on all fours. He knelt down and locks her wrists into some sort of cuffs that were embedded into the floor. Just then Juan showed up. Roberto told him something and soon they both worked at securing Susan legs. They used curved brackets. A set went over her ankles and were screwed down into the wooden floor and another set around her leg just below her knees. When they were done she was held literally attached to the floor on all fours with her legs spread wide open with her hands uselessly locked to the rings in front of her.

 

Next they braided a rope into her hair but let the lead just hang loosely to her side. Sue knelt knowing whatever was to come would probably not be good. At least this wasn’t too painful and already her tits were changing back from a dark purple to a bright reddish pink but with dark rope marks at their base. With out a warning Sue felt the cold metal tip of something at her asshole. When she looked back she saw Juan working a huge metal hook like instrument into her ass. She tried to relax her muscles in order to take the thing easier. Either way he was going to shove it into her asshole. She let out a groan as she felt it slide up inside her. It was much thinner than the plug she had been forced to endure earlier but what she didn’t know was its purpose.

 

Roberto grabbed a handful of Susan’s hair to hold her head up and Juan took the loose end of the rope which was braided in her hair and tied to the hook now impaling her ass. He began tightening it forcing her head back further and further but whatever Roberto told him she felt him releasing the pressure. When it was tied off, Susan would not be able to look down or let her head drop however it wasn’t a painful position.

 

The boys talked before the lights came back on the stage and its For Sale slave. “My leisurely rest period must be over.” Susan sarcastically thought to herself as she awaited what she would have to endure next.

 

Juan bid Roberto farewell. He and the slave, now secured to the stage, watched him go off into the darkness of the night. Susan figured it had to be near 2 or 3 am and the bars were still active. Loud voices speaking in English, Spanish and other languages could be heard as well as the occasional scream of some poor slave girl or woman who voluntarily placed herself into a slave position for the night or week. Susan knew if things were different, a lot different, she too might have wanted to try and play the volunteer slut slaves for a night or even a weekend. Instead she was a real slave without choice and someday soon would be sold as human slave stock.

 

As soon as Roberto was out of sight, Juan knelt down, untied the brain rope’s knot and pulled on the lead that forced Susan’s head to be drawn further backwards. The boy did not stop pulling until she was nearly facing up at the sky. He quickly retied the lead to her ass hook and Susan found she could do nothing but remain in the excruciating pose. Juan got up and pulled his shorts down before straddling Susan’s face. Sue knew why Trent authorized the boys to care for her. It was more humiliating to have just boys control her every pose or movement. It showed her how little was needed to control a slave. Susan obediently opened her mouth when he pulled his cock out. Instead of giving her his cock he moved so his balls were at her lips. Susan began to lick them and take them into her mouth. She was sure the boy hadn’t washed since fucking her earlier. Still she knew she better do a good job. Juan laughed at her. He’d raise up making it more difficult for the slave to lick his balls while knowing she better not fail.

 

When the sound of approaching men was heard, Juan stepped away from the slave. After all these were paying customers.

 

Apparently, there were somewhat known time periods for various usages for the slave on stage. The two men who came up the steps were clearly drunk as they stepped toward Susan. Each man pulled out their cocks and together they let go of a stream of piss towards her open mouth. As drunk as they were they pissed all over her face, back and tits before they were done. One of the men picked up one of the leather straps and attempted to lay a few good swats to her ass. Although they hit her, their drunken efforts were feeble at best.

 

Once more group after group of bar hopping men used her as if she was the only urinal in the town. Several of the least drunks also fuck her doggie style and afterwards used her body to wipe off any piss on their pants that they might have knelt in while fucking her.

 

The longer time went. the more not only Susan’s face and front got soaked but her whole body was covered in piss and cum.

 

At around 4:30 am there hadn’t been anyone coming to the stage for awhile. Juan released the slave and pointed to a water spout behind the platform. He mimed his instructions for her to clean up while handing her the same towel Roberto gave her earlier.

 

If Susan hadn’t experienced this boy’s sadistic side she might have felt sorry for him when she returned to the stage seeing him rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning like any other young boy.

 

When he saw her, he pointed to a bucket of water and to the large puddle of urine on the stage. Susan knew she was to clean it up and got on her hands and knees again to scrub it clean.

 

Juan lay back against one of the support poles and watched her tits swaying as she worked. He thought about retying her hair with the hook just to make it more fun but he didn’t want to have to get up again.

 

It was then they heard voice coming their way. Susan figured they were speaking either Chinese or Japanese. As they came into the light she dared to look up and saw five Japanese men casually dressed and obviously they had been drinking too. Sue prepared herself for taking on more piss or sucking more cocks. After all it wasn’t dawn yet and she was a demonstration sex slave model. A sixth man came into the light. He was either American or European. He spoke Japanese and was obviously their translator. What Sue could not know was he was also an unscrupulous slave broker. He was a middle man who made his money in the slave market not by acquiring slaves like Trent but by any means possible. Tonight he was approached by this group of Japanese researchers, who share a particular fetish for women’s tits. Over the years the creepy five, as they were known at their firm, had developed several formulas to use on the female body. Since getting volunteers for their experiments was impossible, they had, in the past, drugged hookers, abduct strippers and manipulated unsuspecting street girls in various countries. Tonight they paid Roger $2000 to give them an unrestricted hour with the blond American slave on the butcher board. All Roger had to do was to pay Juan $50 bucks to give them access to the cunt and keep the boy occupied for the hour.

 

Susan watched as this man spoke with Juan about her. The Japanese men had gather around her and were already pawing at her tits, laughing and talking about her. Sue could not help like feeling like some kind of show animal. They seem to be checking her out, not so much in any desirable way, but rather like farm stock. This was much different than a few other men came who came during her long night to examine her with a more business like attitude. They checked out her tits, cunt and ass as well as taking measurements and even pictures of her. Oh how her life had changed over the past few months and even more so over the past weeks. Susan realized her looks and body which always seem to be an asset were now in her new status simply produce, selling points, capital goods to be sold in this open market.

 

The oriental group laughed when they got a loud moan from the blond when one of them worked his whole hand up into her sopping cunt. As he fist fucked her, one of them kept looking and feeling her nipples. He was somewhat examining them not in a sexual way but matter-of-factly. Still with all the attention, Susan could not hold back her body’s spontaneous reaction to all the sensations she was feeling. Even without knowing a word of their language, Susan knew they were amused with her uncontrollably squirming and moaning. Within a very short time they had the slut at such a high arousal point that she never noticed Roger handing Juan some money and leading the boy away from the group on the stage. The plan was to make the young slave’s custodian feel as if the Japanese group would use, fuck, whip and generally molest the slave as expected of most any one who came to enjoy the slut. However once out of sight Susan quickly realized these men weren’t as drunk as they pretended to be nor were they solely interested in her as a common fuck toy.

 

Two of the men quickly released her of her restrains only to retie her arms and wrists once more tightly behind her back. They pushed her directly under one of the lights then unzipped a large duffle bag. One of them took out a box and removed a pair of small rings. He shouted some orders and they bound her tits. Susan thought it was amazing even though they pulled the ropes tight, these men didn’t bind her tits nearly a tight as the two boys had done. Once more the man holding the rings gave some orders and two of the men each began sucking on a nipple. Susan’s mouth open and closed as they really worked her nipples with their tongues and teeth. “This isn’t so bad.” she thought to herself but all too soon they stopped and when she open her eyes she notice the man with the rings also had a pair of long nose pliers. Both of the nipple sucking men positioned the small rings at the tip of her nipples and started to work the rings onto her now erect buds. As she watched with understandable interest she noticed each of the rings being places onto her nipples had another ring attached at the bottom of it. The guy working on her left nipple stood and turned toward the man with the pliers and said something. He nodded and approached her and raised the open pliers to her now ringed nipple. Susan’s reaction was to back away however there were the other two men behind her to keep her still. As he closed the pliers and grabbed her tender nipple she started to cry out. A hand went over her mouth.

 

Susan’s frenetic struggles were useless in the grasp of all the men. Her nipples was pulled to their very limit through the ring and held there. The scared slave really began to buck when they brought a hypodermic needle up and jabbed it into the base of her nipple that was being pulled through the ring. He slowly injected a small amount of the contents. Susan instantly felt a slight burning sensation along with a very uncomfortable feeling in her nipple. She looked down and saw that her nipple swelled up and outside of the ring. The same procedure was repeated on the right nipple. The man with the needle backs away and kept looking from one nipple to the other. He was definitely comparing them. He looked at the men holding Susan and commanded them to tie her to one of the light poles. They wound rope around her and the pole from her waist to just above her tits and even around her neck. She was rigidly attached to the pole with her feet a few inches off the floor. Sue studied what they had done to her nipples. They were firm and puffy. The solid rings at their base were much smaller than her newly bloated nipples. She wondered how they would get them off her like this.  If she only knew what was to come next she would have tried to call out for her sadistic guardians to come help her.

 

With the slave securely tied to the pole, the man with the syringe came up to her once more only this time he positioned the needle directly at the tip of her nipple. Susan screamed as it was punctured. Once more her eyes were riveted on the syringe as he pumped more of the augmenter into her nipple. In seconds her trapped nipple swelled even more to nearly four times their normal size. She knew all she could do was watch as he repeated the procedure until both her nipples were the size of a moth ball. All Sue could do was shake her head no.

 

The man fingered her now bloated nipple. Susan actually climaxed from her now super sensitive nipples. Again the men laughed at her reaction as each of the men took turns rubbing, pinching and pulling on her packed buds. Only they knew this formula not only was an enlarger but highly sensitized the nipples.

 

Two of the men began arguing about something just before all of them joined in on the discussion. The captive slave knew it was something more to do with her but all she could do is stare at her freakishly bloated nipples.

 

What the men were arguing about was whether or not to use the small amount of artificial growth augmenting supplement that was left over. It wasn’t unanimous but the man with the hypodermic plunged the needle into Susan’s tit he injected half of the remaining amount into each tit. All Susan could think of was how grateful there wasn’t a large amount left over but just like her nipples, she felt her tits tighten. Although the small amount of the amplifier did enlarge her breast slightly, the main effect was her breast would remain tight and rounder than ever. Her nipples would remain distended and bloated and the thick small rings at their base could never be pulled off because of the new size of her nipples. Since the rings were thick and made of titanium cutting them off would be very difficult and very dangerous. Each of the researchers were pleased with the results of their formula on the blond slut but not all of them felt they should have used up all of the batch on this slut slave. The argument was the fact they had never used so much on one slut. They had no data on just how sensitive the slut’s nipples would become nor what the long term effects would be to the permanently trapped nipples.

 

The man who obviously was the most dominate seem to assure the others it was ok and it was time to have some fun with the slut. In reality he told them the slave was nothing more than that, a slut, a cunt for sale and nothing more.

 

Once more they released Susan from her bonds. For the brief second her hands were free. Susan automatically cupped her tits and felt her puffy nipples. Their grotesque size was one thing but even the slightest breeze on them made Susan twitch because of their amplified sensitivity. In seconds her wrists were once more taken from her and tied behind her back followed by the joining of her elbows until they touched. They added a ball gag which buckled behind her head. Thick ropes with long leads were tied over the ones already binding her tits. Susan was moved off the stage to a place just under a tree behind the platform. She was forced down into a kneeling position where her ankles were tied  crossed over one another. Another rope went around her waist where the lead attached to her crossed bound ankles. This forced her ankles up in a kind of an ankle to waist hogtie. Two men worked on her body ropes while two others had taken the new ropes that were tied to her tits and threw them over a heavy limb of the tree she was under.

 

One of the men raised her up on her knees while the ropes attached to her tits became taut. Susan now realized what they intended to do to her. Each of the men with those ropes began pulling. At first her tits just drew upward but soon her knees scraped across the ground, then no longer made contact with it. Susan screamed into the gag as she was raised up solely by her swollen tits. As she slowly inched upward, the panic stricken woman could not believe one could be hung by her tits. Initially, she tried to fight everything but she quickly learned remaining completely still was the only position with the least pain to her tits. They continued to haul her upward until she was a full four feet off the ground. With her ankles tied and crossed as they were, it was now impossible to close her legs. With thighs forced wide open it presented her gaping cunt to these men.

 

It took about a minute before she stopped swaying from the hoisting ropes. Sue also quickly discovered she could only take small breaths with both the gag and the tension on her chest. The pain to her tits was incredible yet they were not done preparing the American blond for the start of her torture session.

 

The hair braid rope affixed to the asshole hook was once more employed. Sue’s head was forced backward and held strait up so she never saw them approaching her with the five pound weights her nipples earlier had to endure. The only difference this time was they hung from the metal rings permanently planted at the base of her newly bloated and highly sensitive nipples.

 

The suffering hanging slave screamed for all she was worth from this increased torture to her nipples and tits. Her torturers laughed at her painful agonizing gasps for life . Her tits, nipples and her bowed body all hurt so tremendously but once more with her head forced upward Susan could not see what the men pulled out next from the duffle bag. If she could see she might have lost all hope.

 

Each of the five Orientals held a sort of spin off of a popular paint ball gun. But instead of paint balls the ammo was simply water filled. After all these men weren’t interested in playing paint spot but rather were using these guns because the splattering balls stung like hell on contact.

 

Most everyone who has participated in a paint ball battle knows taking a direct hit by a pain ball stings a lot and often leaves bruising even with protective clothing.  Their slowly undulating target not only would not have any protection against their shots but her tits, nipples and wide open cunt hung so invitingly vulnerable before them.

 

Susan hung in her world of pain when she heard a kind of pop or loud puff sound a split second before feeling an intense smack on her dark purplish tit. She squeal body jerked as much as was possible. But suspended as she was, this added a whole new level of additional pain.

 

POP!..... POP! Two more excruciating splats hit just below her other tit and the other right above her spread open cunt. Despite her hair being tied and tightly pulled back she frantically shook her head trying to beg for them to stop.

 

POOF!   POP!  POP POP.

 

A tit was hit, just before she caught one squarely to her extremely sensitive nipple. These Two direct hits struck her precisely into her open cunt. Although these splattering projectiles would not break the skin, being hit at such close range not only one bare skin but to such sensitive areas of her body compelled the reaction which caused her worse pain. The men enjoyed watching and laughed at the tit hanging slave’s wincing dance at the end of her ropes.

 

With each firing away, Susan endured dozen of hits to her tits, nipples and her vulnerable gaping cunt lips. It was an unbearable torture which went on for a long time until one of the sadistic men noticed their delicious target had dropped into unconsciousness. They were prepared for this too by using an ammonia capsule to revive the blond slave. They wanted to get their money’s worth with this slave.

 

Their target practice continued with her tits and gaping cunt as their prime mark. There was no way for the slut to stop, lessen or avoid any of their brutal torture. They probably would have continued long except for the fact a local patrol car approached the slave presentation platform. Without Roger available to translate and negotiate a bribe, the five men decided it was time to pack up and leave. And since the local cops had no idea if the tit hanging paint ball type guns bruised slut’s condition was something prearranged by her owner or not, the two uniformed police simply bowed to the five men as they left the stage.

 

Susan’s muffled moans were faint but attached the two officer’s attention.  Unfortunately for the hanging slave this was not good attention. What they saw was an inviting gaping cunt, an American slave bruised everywhere from tit to cunt and the biggest set of nipples they had ever seen. Susan hung from her tits trying not to move even a fraction of an inch. At least the blazing pain stopped but she had no way of knowing why? Suddenly one of the cops kicked at one of the weights attached to her nipples. It produced another involuntary gasp by the blond slave as well as the accompanying swaying action. If only they would let her black out.

 

Once more the slave flinched but this time from the feel of a night stick pushed up between swollen cunt lips. The two cops laughed as they fucked her with the stick. The fucking action made her swing with its force and all the while Susan screamed into the ball gag. Their victim was finding breathing difficult and was sure her tit were about to tear away from her chest. At this level of pain, even for someone as kinky as Susan Banks, the night stick fucking did not stimulate her.

 

When they were tired of this fun, they each gave the slave several blows from the stick on her ass. Although this slut slave’s restraints were extremely brutal they saw nothing abnormal about a slave being punished perhaps for some disobedience. Nor did they really care why she suffered so. She probably pissed off her owner for something. They left her hanging alone. These local cops clearly were there for the protection of some slut slave.

 

The moment, the police car left the park, Roberto ran up the stairs. He called out to Juan who by now was passed out from all the Tequila Roger encouraged him to drink. Roberto knew whatever happen here wasn’t good. He and Juan were responsible for this slave’s well being. Of course in this place well being was a relevant term but Roberto knew whatever happen it went way too far.

 

As quickly and carefully as he could, Roberto, unclipped the weights from Susan’s ringed enlarged nipples and then lowered her to the platform. Susan finally passed out.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 34

( NO GOOD DEED GOES UNTORTURED )

 

Miguel was awakened very early by a friend who informed him what had happen to Trent William’s slave the previous night. He hurried to get dressed and found Roberto bathing the slave in a hot tub with some oils in hopes of healing some of the bruising and wicked rope marks on the slut’s body.

 

“What happen?” he asked Roberto in Spanish.

 

Roberto told him he wasn’t sure and explained how he came upon her hanging alone by her tits.

 

Miguel looked at the black-and-blue all over the Susan’s tits and crotch as well as how swollen her cunt lips and nipples were.

 

“Speak slut. Who do this to you and how they do dis… dis round things? Miguel asked  in his broken English.

 

“I could not see any of them. My head was tied back and held up high but they spoke Japanese or something. They injected something into my nipples that made them grow and t became extremely sensitive.” She told him in a very tired voice.

 

“Juan not stop them or why?”

 

Why, after all Susan suffered so much at his hand, did she feel afraid for the sadistic boy, Juan wasn’t even clear to herself but she said she thought a man who was with the Japanese men might have over powered Juan.

 

Miguel thought for a moment then asked if the man’s name was Roger? Susan nodded and whispered she thought that was his name.

 

Miguel knew Roger was in the area and he often represented Japanese and Chinese buyers. He spoke six different languages but no one spoke of any Japanese buyers in town. He would have to check with an owner of one of the slave ranches that often catered to oriental guests and see if they knew anything. Meanwhile Miguel had to get those rings off this slave’s nipples before Trent’s return. No one is allowed to pierce or in anyway alter a slave for sale without the consent of the seller.

 

Miguel once more shouted at Roberto in Spanish and told him to forget the rope burns and bruises. Even though they were very severe and deep, the blonde is a slave for sale and use. Rope burns are a way of life for such cunts but he wanted Roberto to get the slut over to Dr. Munos to remove those rings and try to reduce the swelling of her nipples.

 

Susan wasn’t even given a towel as Roberto helped her out of the deep tub and simply pushed her toward the door and back out into the streets of town still dripping wet. Since it was early there were few people other than the clean up crews and a few town women who saw the naked American being hurried across the street and down the road to Doctor Munos’ office.

 

Roberto called out when they got to the door. It took the doctor awhile before he finally opened it. Roberto immediately explained what Miguel wanted done for the slave.

 

It wasn’t unusual for Dr. Munos to treat some naked slave, who was beaten or used too extreme, however it was unusual that the slave was one of the slaves that was for sale. The rules were clear about the seller’s limits being respected so for Roberto to tell him she’d been ringed without the seller’s consent was a serious breach of trust that all the bar and slave ranch owners would not want to hurt their trust with any seller.

 

Whatever feeling of relief Sue might have felt for being brought to a doctor’s office was quickly dispelled when he called for his nurse who was not only naked but in chains.  She appeared to be Filipino. Her nipples were pierced as was her cunt lips and the chains that connected her wrists to one another, went through the rings in her pussy. She could move her arms and wrists but each move came with the chain pulsating thought those rings. She dropped to her knees before the doctor who gave her some orders before she got up and quickly went into the next room.

 

Susan could not help but think of herself someday being like this slave girl after she was sold. At least she wasn’t some kind of sex toy or pain slut that Trent had told her about.

 

The doctor pointed to a metal table for Susan to get on. The shock of coldness of the metal table was short lived. They forced her to lie down then her wrists were buckled into a pair of leather cuffs and tightly pulled over her head. Next her feet were placed into raised stirrups and similarly buckled into them. Susan thought back at all the times she felt embarrassed being in stirrups at her doctor’s office even though every attempt was taken limit a woman’s shame. Here she was naked, and now the stirrups were being spread and locked wide open while not only the doctor but a boys gaze upon her vulnerable body.

 

The doctor lean over her and examined the small but strong rings at the base of each nipple. Susan screamed when the doctor pinched one of her hard round nipples. He seemed surprised at what he thought was an exaggerated response. He repeated the act and watched as the slave’ lifted off the table and cried out. The doctor thought for a second and this time touched the very tip of her nipple but very softly.

 

The slave’s stomach sucked in from this mere touch. Clearly he thought this slave’s nipples were exceptionally sensitive or all the bruising on her tits hurt her like hell.

 

“Are your nipples always this sensitive slave or are they just sore?” he asked with a Mexican accent but in perfect English.

 

Susan tried to explain that her tits and nipples were very sore after the night’s abuse but whatever they injected into her nipples not only made them instantly swell up but intensified their sensitivity.

 

“Some one injected something into your nipples? He asked then turned to Roberto to confirm her statement. Roberto told the doctor that was what the slut claimed but he wasn’t there if it happen.

 

The doctor went back to squeezing her nipples. Susan went back to screaming as he did. The slave nurse was ordered to get a gag and soon Susan’s screams of pain were once more muffled. “I am trying to feel the density of whatever was used to enlarge your nipples.” He matter-of-factly informed the squirming, shrieking slave.

 

Finally he decided to take an X-ray which disclosed whatever substance was used, it did not blocked any of the blood flow to the nipples but the tissues within the nipples had multiplied and was solid. The doctor took a pair of cutters from the nurse and attempted to cut the ring at the base of the nipple but the cutter was no match for the material. He attempted with much pain to Susan to oil her nipples and pull the ring off. Later the doctor tried several more ideas, all of which failed.

 

By this time a very nervous Miguel came into the room. Once more Susan felt a wave of embarrassment being held wide open in a doctors office full of people. Miguel asked the doctor why he had not removed the rings. The doctor shook his head and the told him his finding. Miguel told Roberto to find Juan and get him back to his shop. He then asked the doctor to try and treat the many bruises if he could.

 

When Trent arrived some three hours later he expected to find his slut slave draining some cocks or getting her ass fucked but she was not on display in front of Miguel’s office and shop. Instead he found a nervous and upset Miguel at his desk. Trent wanted to know where and what his slave was doing. Miguel started to explain as much as he knew.

 

Meanwhile Roberto found Juan at one his favorite hiding place. He questioned his friend about what happen the night before. It didn’t take him long to learn of the money and Tequila he was given by Roger.

 

Roberto told Juan about finding the slave hanging solely by her tits and what he heard about them giving her an injection nipple augmentation. Juan was rubbing his cock as Roberto told him about the bruises and weights the slave had to endure.

 

“I can’t go back, Miguel would have my hide.” He told Roberto.

 

Then Roberto told him how the slut lied to Miguel and told him Roger over powered him. Juan smiled wondering why the American cunt would do that since she suffered so much. “It doesn’t matter but if you don’t get your ass back to Miguel's he’ll know you had something to do with all this.”

“You got to do something for me.” He told his friend. When Juan told him what he wanted he was shocked however he understood his reasoning and agreed.

 

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Dr. Munos finally gave up. He tried just about everything he could think of to either cut the rings off the slave’s nipples or to somehow pull them off. Actually he was quit impressed too by whatever technology these men used on the slut. He knew if the method used had no side effects it could be one hell of a procedure for not only nipple enlargement but breast augmentation too. Susan was made to get up and her wrists were tied behind her back. As an after thought he also tied her elbows together to force the American slut’s tits to propel forward. The doctor then ordered his slave nurse to bring all of the weights he uses for her. Susan who didn’t understand any of what was being said just stood like a good little slave. At least the extra strong aloe vera cream ointments he had applied to her tits, stomach, thighs and cunt seem to be helping. Some of the bruising had gone down significantly and appeared to be fading too. The relief felt good but in some ways it scared Sue to think they could renovate a woman’s body so quickly. Down here she knew that would just mean she’d be ready for something more much quicker than a normal recovery.

 

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Trent was really upset with Miguel when he learned what had happen. He wanted Miguel to take him to the town’s doctor so he could see his merchandise for himself. The men were just about to leave when Roberto and Juan showed up at the door. One look at the newly acquired bruises that Juan’s friend had given him, pretty much confirmed the boy was mugged and beaten while guarding his slave. Trent assured him they would get to the bottom of this and there would be hell to pay.

 

The two men and two boys went over to the clinic. Miguel introduced Trent to Dr. Munos and his naked nurse kneeling at his feet. Trent asked how his slut was.

 

“Actually, she is doing fine however it seems it is impossible to remove the rings from her nipples.” He told the American slaver. “Whatever was used to enlarge the nipple has a mass that will not let the nipple shrink and this prevents any possibility of sliding the base rings over the now enlarged nipples. However the good new is the nipples receive normal blood flow so unlike a normal nipple restrained for a long period of time there is no damage.” Trent looked closer at Susan’s nipple x-rays. “Oh yes,” the doctor continued, “apparently the nerve endings are compressed tightly around and at the tip of the nipples and therefore the nipples are much more sensitive than normal. Overall it is an amazing improvement for the slave and this method is a vast improvement over nipple piercings we do for slaves.” Trent wanted to know what he meant by that. “Allow me to demonstrate.” He said ordering his nurse to her feet and they all followed them both to the room where he had left Susan.

 

When she saw Trent she felt a sense of relief which was stupid considering everything he had done to her and who brought her down here to be abused while being displayed in the first place. Susan also noticed Juan hanging back. She expected him to look frighten considering what she went thought. Susan didn’t know any of the town’s rules regarding treatment of a slave but she did remember her owner’s instructions to the boys not to let any damage happen to his piece of property.

 

Since Trent spoke Spanish, it was much easier for all the important people involve to understand what he was saying. Of course the American slut slave was of no significance as they talked about her body.

 

The nurse went to a cabinet where the doctor stored his torture toys for his slave nurse. She took out over a dozen different sizes lead fishing weights. They ranged from one pound sinkers all the way to what almost appeared to be a pair cannon balls with rings set in them.

 

(Translated into English)

“You will notice Mia has pierced nipples but if you will note they are not simple rings through her nipples but with support bars at their base. I have a real fetish for breast torture and the icing on the cake for me is once the breasts are tightly tied a woman’s nipples spontaneously distend as if beseeching for their own torture.” The doctor turned toward his waiting dark hair slave. “Mia, lock your wrists behind the pole.” he ordered. The obedient slave complied. Once locked the doctor took one of the lead balls which was about the size of a base ball. He handed it to Trent while he picked up the matching weight. “These are about 4 and a half kilograms or 10 pounds American. He used the clip and attached the weight to Mia’s nipple ring. The poor girl let out a moan as he gradually let the nipple take all it’s weight. He then took the other weight from Trent and hooked it to her other tit. All though the trained slave did not cry out, Susan knew from experience that the pain the nurse had to be experiencing was terrible. The tit pulled drastically downward and her pierced nipples looked like they were stretched to their limits. “Notice if you will Mia’s piercings are dangerously close to the tearing point.” Without warning he took one of the smallest weights off the table and attached it to her left nipple. A trickle of blood appeared. “If I left the 10 pound weights on her for 15 to 20 minutes this same effect would occur but to speed things up, I have added another 454 grams or a pound. You can see the piercing can not take that much pulling and weight. Very upsetting to me.” The doctor removed all the weights. Mia had tears in her eyes however she never pleaded nor cried out. I have tried various things to strengthen nipple piercings but have had little success.”

 

Trent asked what this was all about.

 

“If you will allow me to use your slut I will show you.”

 

Trent nodded his approval. Susan felt her pussy dampen and twitch in fearful anticipation.

 

“Whatever was injected into your slave’s nipples to cause them to swell did no damage to them.” Susan had to disagree considering she was the one with abnormal size nipples.

 

“They obviously pulled her nipple through the rings at the base of each nipple before augmenting them. You will note the rings are not particularly tight which is why blood continues normal flow to the nipples. However the solution used increased the tissue mass and solidified leaving the nipple much more sensitive and obvious much larger. If you will lock your slave’s wrists behind the pole I want to demonstrate something.” Trent pointed to the pole. Susan now petrified by what happen to the nurse still obeyed. Her wrists were locked behind it by the nurse.

 

The doctor took the same 10 pound weights and clipped them onto the rings attached to those trapping her nipples. Sue was, for some reason, upset with her self because she could not remain silent as the nurse slave was when the second weight was applied. Just like Mia, Susan’s tit and nipples were drawn downward. The doctor attached two more weights, he told Trent they were five pounds each. Tears were flowing from Susan’s blue eyes. She shook her head when she saw the doctor holding another of the 10 pound weights. He ignored her as he added this additional pair. “This is a total of 25 pounds without any problem.” He then surprised everyone but placing his hand under the left tit’s three weights and lifting them upward about 6 inches and letting go. Everyone in the room flinched as they each imagined how much that had to hurt. Susan screamed and began to cry. “This is the ideal solution to nipple torture. Who knows how much weight the slut’s nipples can support before the skin would tear.”

 

Trent laughed and looked at his slave. “Shall we see slut?” Susan’s mouth was open as she gasped for air but could not speak. She shook her head no and silently pleaded.

 

“This is all very nice.” Trent said but how do we get those rings off her?” he asked the doctor.

 

“I’m afraid I don’t have that answer. I think that is a harden titanium ring. A cutter head small enough to get in between her chest and the bloated nipples would be too small to be able to cut through it. Torching is of course out unless you want to permanently burn her. The only way I can see would be to cut her nipples off or live with them.” The doctor turned and slapped both groups of weights causing them to swing. Once more Susan screamed in pain. “I understand this slave is for sale. May I ask your asking price?”

 

Trent told him he brought her here to find out what kind of interest a 30 year old slut slave could generate. His price would be set once he determines this.

 

“ Well slut, it looks like you will have permanent bloated nipples that are ringed. How did you get yourself into this?”

 

Tears freely flowed when she learn of her situation. Finally she replied. “The men came on the stage. I was tied and could not stop them. No one was around to help me.” She sobbed. “They injected my nipples first and used the remainder into my breasts.” Everyone seem surprised at this other than Trent who had possessed the slave now for weeks.

 

“I thought your tits seemed to be riding higher and looked a little firmer. Actually they are like a young girl’s tits now.” Susan lowered her head in shame. “What I don’t understand slut is why you taunted them until they got pissed off at you?” Susan looked as if she had no idea what her owner was talking about, mainly because she didn’t. “Juan told me you pissed them off enough that they began beating you to the point he tried to step in and stop them but you kept telling them to keep their fucking Jap dicks away from you.”

 

“No master.” Susan screamed. She shook her head denying this so hard it made the 25 pounds hanging from each tit to shake. She looked at the fucken bastard she tried to protect earlier. This was the way he repaid her? “Master that isn’t true. I was obedient. They paid him money. He left me with them.”

 

“Silent slut. Look at his bruises. He took a beating to try and protect you but you still have some of that arrogant bitch in you.”

 

“No that’s not true.” Susan screamed just before Trent slapped her face.

 

“Doctor, do you have a gag I can use on this slut? He spoke in English so Susan could hear him. In a few seconds Susan was gagged with a thick penis. Trent then took off all the weights but reached for the cannon ball size one. “How much is this one doctor?” he asked once more in English so his slave understood.

 

“That is a twenty-five pound weight.” Trent attached them to her rings and let them fall once more causing his slave to scream hysterically from the pain. Her tits and nipples stretched severely downward. Susan’s body pulled forward as far as her cuffed wrists allow her. She moaned and whimpered. Through tear filled eyes she say the boy, Juan smiling as he watched her suffer.

 

Ever since being captured, Susan’s worst fears was to anger this man. As much as she had already suffered from what he called his training of her, the worst pain had come when she knew he was truly angry with her. She realized he was upset not only because he thought her actions might have disgraced him in someway but also he was embarrassed by her denial of her actions. Trent picked up one of the ten pound weights and added it to her left tit. Her breasts were pulled so hard that she could barely breath. The other tit received its additional weight. All the crying slave could do was shake her head in denial and plea. This angered him further. Susan’s nipples were pulled so far and stretched so much she was afraid they would not return to normal. Well her new normal with her newly augmented nipples.

 

“Are you going to lie to me again slave?” Trent snarled. Sue knew it was hopeless. She shook her head. “Was it your attitude that got Juan beat up and my property mutated?” Susan’s one wish was if she could only speak with Trent for a few minutes and try to convince him of what happen but that would not happen and any further denial would only gain her further pain. Her second wish would have been to have a few minutes alone with the bastard Juan. Susan nodded yes. It was the only thing she could do.

 

Trent turned toward the doctor. “Dr. Munos, leave this lying fucking bitch like this for a half an hour. Add to her punishment anything you feel will be safe. Miguel, my apologies to you. I had planned to take this cunt back with me today but I will leave her in your hands for a week of punishment. I hope this is payment enough for her actions. I would like if you place the slut’s care to Juan during this week.”

 

In Spanish he told Juan that he world return next Saturday and he wanted him to think of one final punishment for this slut. Susan had no idea what Trent told the boy but she hated the smile that crossed his face as he looked at her suffering before him. “Si. Gracias senor.”

 

Once more turning to Miguel had told him he wanted to find Roger and the Japs who did this to his property. Even if she deserved punishment, the augmentation of another man’s slave went beyond acceptance. He wanted to know if they were prepared to bid for the slut they altered.

 

“Senor, a favor, por favor.” The doctor said.  “If you find these men I would like the opportunity to speak with them regarding the formula they have used on this slave. It could be very useful for those who would want to augment their slave’s tits, nipples and perhaps clits without having to deal with long recovery periods.”

 

Trent just nodded and left Susan with the 35 pounds of lead weight hanging from each of her painfully stretched nipples. She was sure this much weight would soon pull her nipples right off her tits. She soon learned she had to focus on not moving a muscle so as not to cause the weights to sway even the slightest bit. A minute with such pain felt like an hour. After five minutes she felt herself getting shaky. She started to cry and plead for release. By ten minutes she screamed even though she knew no one cared. Somehow she survived the 30 minutes. When Juan and Roberto came into the room she completely broke down. Her pain got the better of her. They first took the ten pound weights off. She screamed for them to hurry. Not advisable for a naked bound and pain inundated swamped slut slave. The boys didn’t have to understand what the slave said. Her tone was disrespectful enough. The moment it passed she knew it was wrong. Whatever Juan snarled in Spanish she knew was bad. He grabbed one of the lead balls and let it swing into the other one. Susan went wild with racked pain. He repeated this again as Roberto went into the doctor’s torture instrument cabinet. He held what looked like a short pole with twin tips at the end. Juan grabbed it from him and placed the tip on her tit and squeezed a trigger. It was a cattle prod. It was actually more powerful than the zappers they used on her the day before. The doctor’s tit fetish assured most of his equipment was geared to torture a woman’s breast. Each time Juan pressed the trigger a spark flashed and shot from the twin tip. The current was so strong even the pain of the weights could not prevent her from trying to avoid its torture. But there is no where and no way for a slave cuffed to a pole to evade anything they wanted her to suffer. Susan kicked out in vain as the boy continued his merciless amusement.

 

“Noooooooooooo!” Susan screamed when with a quick unsuspecting move, Juan knelt down and shoved the end of the cattle prod up between her moist cunt lips and into her pussy. Although by now she knew this sadistic boy well enough to know he was going to shock her there, she still pleaded and begged him not to. Juan began fucking the terrified slave with the thin prod shaft. He enjoyed the terror on her face which was mixed with the slut’s spontaneous response to this provoking. Susan whimpered. Her mouth open but instead of words her pleas came as mere sobs. For his age, the boy knew a lot about a woman’s arousal. For Susan, the combination of fear, the humiliation, the feeling of sheer helplessness, the pain she was experiencing and the sexual crescendo this boy was inducing within her was more than she could suppress. Her body first began to tremble just before she rose up on her toes and stiffen as an extremely strong climax erupted. Of course it was at this zenith that Juan triggered the cattle prod and held it on so the slut slaves orgasm was a combination of heighten sexual abandonment along with a continuous jolt of electricity.

 

The prod’s current and Susan’s orgasm lasted a full 30 seconds before the slave slumped into blackness. Even several jolts to her tits and ass did not awaken her. Spurts of jism from both boys splashed over her face and tits as she laid at the base of the pole. This was going to be a long torturous week for the slut slave Susan Banks under the control of the boy she attempted to shield from Trent’s wrath.

 

*** ( TO BE CONTINUED ) ***

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 35

( WHO HAS IT WORSE )

 

Trent sat looking at Pam on his monitor. He was trying to decide what to do about his new young property. He was considering two things really. First whether or not to bring her down into Mexico next week to assist in the degradation of her aunt and second to get her tits augmented with the new growth formula he obtained. After they located the five Japanese human bio researchers, he and Miguel demanded payment for what they did to his slave. Together they wouldn’t have been able to afford a reasonable price for the slave even if they had somewhere to keep her back in Japan. The Japanese researchers knew also the authorities of the region would back the slaver and deal harshly with any one who stepped that far over the line. Feeling cornered, they made Trent an offer to settle.

 

The formula they possessed was yet unknown to their corporate heads but like most companies, they had the rights for any discoveries developed by their employees even if it was on their own time. They offered Trent several vial of their experimental escalation body developer, as payment for Sue’s nipple enlargement and irrevocable ringing of her tits. They figured, he’d use it up in no time but they had no idea this slaver had access to one of America’s crime lab. His connection would give him access to a chemical analyzer and since he would only need a small amount for an analysis, he had more than enough to enhance his second slave’s average size tits to tempting larger knockers on her young frame and still obtain the formula.

 

It was this idea that Trent was contemplating. Just how large should he make her tits? And if it worked as they the researchers said, she would not need more than a day for her body to cope with her new size boobs.

 

It was time to see if the young girl would cooperate. Apparently being left alone in her cell didn’t sit well with the young girl and when Trent told her he and her aunt were having a good time down in Mexico celebrating her assistance in her capture she really went ballistic. She’d do anything to get back at her aunt for this and so much more. So when Trent suggested he’d much rather have a hot younger girl working with him instead of her 30 year old aunt the girl showed genuine interest in his offer. He told her how it would be and the fact she’d still be his slave however she’d move up in status.

 

You see from time to time, I can use the assistance of a woman to allure others to me. Sort of what your aunt did when she offered you to take her place to be sold. However any man would be insane not to want a chick like you instead of a slut like your aunt.

 

“Master may I speak?” she politely asked. Trent nodded yes.

 

“Master I know I am just a slave but if this slave may ask a favor of you, would you please stop referring to that cunt of a slut as my aunt. She is trash to put my Uncle Bob and myself into this situation. She deserves to be treated like dirt, piss soaked dirty at that. Master please believe me when I tell you I will do anything you want to get the opportunity to pay that slut back.”

 

Trent liked the girl’s attitude however he wasn’t to keen on the idea that she kept saying it was because Susan put her into the situation she was in. He would have preferred if she wanted to be his slave. Trent knew he had to keep an eye on the young slave but was pretty sure she’d play along at least long enough to get her revenge. “You said you were willing to do anything. Are you sure?” he asked.

 

“Anything.” She replied with assurance.

 

“Ok then. I want my slave with a little bigger tits. Are you willing to have yours enlarged?” Trent was surprised when she not only said yes but seemed eager about it. “Once your tits are augmented I will require you to pass two loyalty tests. Do you agree to all this?

 

Once more Trent was surprised she agreed to everything without even asking what he was considering.

 

Pam was confused when he told her to lay on her cot where he strapped her arms and legs to it. He opened a box which contained a syringe and several small bottles of liquid. He carefully measured a dosage and turned toward his willing slave. He could tell she looked scared. Surely he wasn’t thinking of performing this kind of surgery here like this. It was the first time he’d seen the brash girl’s confidence waver and although ordinarily Trent would loved to have played off this fear he had other things in mind for her. “Do you trust your master?” He asked her.

 

Pam swallowed hard but she told him she did.

 

Trent injected a quarter of the formula in each side of the base of her right breasts as instructed. In a matter of 2 to 3 minutes Pamela began to groan as she felt something in that breast. Her skin felt as if it was tightening and there was an odd stretching sensation. Although she couldn’t see her breast actually growing, she was sure it was larger than her left breast. Trent checked his watch and exactly at the five minute mark he injected her tit again but about 2 inches further from its base. These were the injections that would produce the greatest affect. The two at the base were like a foundation while the remainder of the vile would expand and enlarge the tit.

 

Trent watched as Pamela began feeling the side affects they had warned him about and the main reason the formula wasn’t ready for any formal introduction. With the solution at the base of the tit now solidified, the newly injected dosage had no where else to expand other than outward. A woman’s breast is comprised mostly of fatty tissue and many nerve endings. The pain she was beginning to experience would increase as the nerves were being trapped and would be crushed until the skin finally stretched sufficiently over the newly enlarged breast. The formula was a major break through but it needed the body’s natural response and interaction to work so the breast could not be anesthetized. The medical community would never permit nor risk a woman to endure so much pain just for natural enlarged breasts. This was why the researcher looked to test variations of the formula on crack cocaine hookers and pain slaves. No one cared how much pain they endured. It was also why Trent had strapped Pan down to her cot. There was no way she’d hold still for the same treatment repeated on her right tit.

 

“There all done.” He announced to the screaming girl fighting the wide leather straps. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” He looked down at the pain ridden slave thrashing as much as she could. “The good news is only during the first hour or will your breasts react to the enlargement. They will slowly expand but height of the pain will be over after that. Once they cease growing the tits will eventually adapt to their increased size. I was told it takes anywhere from16 to 24 hours but think of this slave you will have natural looking and feeling 36D cup tits, give or take a few sizes.

 

Pamela barely heard a word he was telling her. She was in a world of hurt and couldn’t focus on anything but the pain in her chest.

 

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Meanwhile down Mexico way, Susan’s tits were feeling their own dose of pain. They had hooked the blond up to the two person sulkie and Juan was using her to shuttle customers to and from the bars in town and the slave ranches. Naturally, Juan wanted this slave he was given to exploit to experience much more than one of the pony slaves out at El Rancho Tortura. Unlike any of the sulky harnesses used there, Miguel came up with a novel one for Trent’s slave with her new super size nipples. Instead of using a harness around the slave’s waist as the pivotal point to attach the cart’s pulling poles, Miguel used a waist belt with rings which the poles would slide through up to a point before hitting a dowel pin then and only then the cart’s weight was pulled by this harness. The reason for the rings and the design needing the poles to slide somewhat was that her nipple rings were attached to those poles too. However the leather straps were shorter than the length she had to move to begin pulling the cart. This assured her nipples would be pulled to their limits before the waist harness had any affect. To add to the anguish instead of the normal head harness reins Juan attached the driving reins to her nipples too along with weighted bells and of course the large butt plug horse hair tail.

 

Most every action tugged, pulled or jerked Susan’s trapped nipples.

 

Juan’s taxi service went on all day. Susan was given short rest periods between runs and fed with a feedbag as well as being made to drink from the real horse troughs.

 

By 4:30, she was released and allowed to properly rest so she would be fresh enough to endure another evening on the For Sale platform. Susan’s week would be one torment after another while held in this town. She couldn’t believe there was such a place where everyone enjoyed seeing a slave suffer and everyone seem to be a masochist specializing in their own specialty. But what really bothered Susan the most was after a few days she  realized Trent’s comments about an American slave was right. The people of the town and many foreign visitors to the ranches seemed keen on seeing her suffer more so than any of the slaves held there or voluntarily playing a slave girl. They even went out of their way to torture the American slut. When they first came down on the weekend, there were perhaps a two dozen slaves or want-a-be submissives scattered about the area but during the week there were only two others besides Susan, an Australian slaves and a German slave being trained as well as the owned slaves living in town like Dr. Munos’ nurse slave. Susan was the only piece of meat for sale but most of the buyer or reps we gone too. Still the locals displayed just the hatred or perhaps jealously of a woman who grew up and lived much better off than they had it and now they had the opportunity to take it out on her as if she was responsible for everything wrong with the world.

 

Over the week these people enjoyed treating her lower than an animal. The donkeys pulling their carts just like she had to do weren’t beaten or whipped like she was. Even while they waited for the next customer, often women would come up to her and use their hands to make her cum then say something about how she climaxed while making her lick her own juices from their hands. Juan made sure she knew what they said about how disgusting she was. And there were those who picked up sticks or branches and beat her with them because their husband enjoyed fucking the American on the platform at night. It didn’t matter that she was tied and spread open helplessly for their use. If she wasn’t so pretty or there in the first place they wouldn’t be tempted by her. It was always the slave’s fault.

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“How much longer?” Bob dared to ask when Trent brought him his bowl of food.

 

“Probably not much longer. I have received a few interesting inquires for both your wife and your niece. You know as we speak she is growing into quit a woman herself.” He chuckled. “I think that dumb bitch actually believes I would consider not selling her ass in a minute. But you were right about how she despises Susan. I thought it might be fun to allow her the opportunity to get a little payback with her aunt. If I remember, I’ll bring my camera and record it so you will have something to jerk off to since you have nothing else to do.”

 

Bob’s head dropped in defeat. He knew if he dared to speak up to this man, Susan would be punished for his protest. He also thought without even knowing where he was holding Susan and Pam, he could do nothing to help them. “Isn’t there anyway I can convince you to stop this?” he desperately asked.

 

“Sure Bob. All you have to do is out bid any of the offers I receive. Do you have a huge stash of money either your wife or I don’t know about?”

 

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In about 12 hours, The pain lessen considerably for Pam and went completely away during the night. By the next morning she couldn’t believe she was sporting a nice rack. If only her friends from High school could see her now, she thought. Then she realized she was still naked and strapped to a cot in a cell somewhere and this wasn’t exactly how she’d want to be seen by friends.

 

Trent released her and immediately and began feeling up her new and improved tits. “They swelled a little bigger than I thought they would.” He said,  bouncing her tit in the palm of his hand. “But they feel so natural. How do you like them?”

 

“I’m not sure. I never considered getting implants and I’m not too sure what people will think of me with such big jugs.” She replied.

 

Trent had to laugh at her naïve reply. “Slut from the moment your aunt delivered you to me there is only one way people will ever see you. You are a slave, a pleasure toy for others, and a fuck hole. These improvements will tack on a good ten to twenty thousand to your price.”

 

Pam’s face went pale. “Master I know I have become a slave but I thought you wanted to keep me.”

 

How Trent wanted to crush her innocents but now wasn’t the right time. “You have to earn that right, slave. If you want to stay with me, you will have to do things you may not want to do and you will do them immediately and with enthusiasm. If you don’t you will be on the same auction block your aunt will soon be on.”

 

“Please master, give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

 

Trent hadn’t planned on this, however, he had nothing special planned for the evening. “You got a deal slut. Tonight you can prove yourself to me but right now I need your lips on my dick. Get to it, slave.”

 

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Susan was being to experience a full circle of torment and torture. During the day she either was the pony girl for Juan’s slut taxi service or she was rented out as a serving wench at one of the bars. It was a win-win-lose situation for everyone. Juan got paid for letting the bar use his entrusted slut slave. The bar did outstanding business but as always it was a no win situation for the slave.

 

Sue’s arms and wrists were tied in a reverse prayer tie. They pulled her tied wrists high up her back and secured them to a slave collar. Once more the purpose was to posture her body as tits and cunt only. She had to keep her chest thrust forward and outward. There was a large tray attached to a belt which in turn was buckled around her waist but the belt only positioned it firmly at waist level. To keep the far end of the tray level they connected the front end of the tray to her nipple rings. The end result was her nipples and tits alone supported the full weight of the serving tray and whatever was placed upon it. To make things even more difficult for the slave, she wore 6 inch pencil thin heels while her ankles were hobbled with four inches of chain.

 

The bartender often placed 6 to 10 cervezas on the tray at one time while attaching the bill with a pin to one of her cunt lips. If the smallest amount of beer spilled and often even if it didn’t, the whip, with its handle which she was forced to hold up her cunt, was removed by the customer or the bartender and she was whipped for her clumsiness. Half the time when he’d prick her cunt with the bill and pin, she’d flinch enough to make the full beer glasses wobble and slosh some of the beer out. She’d get her ass caned at the bar by the bartender or bar back and whipped at the tables by some customer.

 

And it goes without saying, the slave’s body was groped, slapped, whipped, fingered, poked, twisted and pinched too. Several imaginative men fucked her ass while she was ordered to maintain a full tray of beers. It mattered not that their thrusting into her ass was the cause for spilt beers. The slave paid in many different ways for wasting that much beer.

 

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“Ok my young slave pledge, time to prove you will do anything for your master.” Trent said to Pam. “I picked his outfit out just so you can show off your new sexy body.” Trent handed Pamela a red spandex shoulderless mini dress. The top had ¾ cups so plenty of her new tits would show. The length was as short or shorter than the outfit her aunt was wearing when they picked her up from the bus station and she considered that the sluttiest outfit she had ever seen in her life. To make matters worse she was given no panties so a good portion of her bare ass cheeks hung below the brief hem. This was all topped off with a red locking collar which matched the color of the red heels she wore.

 

Pam so badly wanted to say something about the outfit and how she knew it had to make her look but she remembered she was trying to prove she could obey and would be dedicated to this man.

 

“Now before we go down to a nice dingy bar where many of your new best friends will be hanging and where you will be entertaining them, I want you to read over these cards which you will be handing out tonight so you will have a good idea of what I want of you for the first part of your evening. Just how well you comply and much enthusiasm you put into servicing the patrons will determine your second part of the evening.” He said handing her a stack of printed index cards.

 

Pamela glanced over the top card and became woozy. She looked at Trent who enjoyed the shocked look upon her face. “If you want me to believe you are devoted enough to take charge of slut slave Suzie, your going to have to demonstrate it to me.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

 

 

 

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

CHAPTER 36

( FLIP THIS SLUT )

 

Down Mexico way, the community found yet another way to torture “pezón grande” (big nipples) which some of the locals began calling the blond grindo slave. Susan was tied to her sulky cart in a most painful way. The harness bars were removed leaving only the seat, axel and wheels. Once more they bent her painfully backwards tying her ankles below to the axels while her body was bent in a severe arch over the seat with her arms tied in back and also tied to the axles but from the top. This left her bowed backwards attached to a set of wheels. A third wheel was attached in front of the frame so it now stood on its own. The only thing needed was some sort of propellant. Two large Labradors retrievers where brought out. The pair of hunting dogs were well trained and worked well as a pair. Again Susan’s ringed bloated nipples were attached by leashes to each of the dog’s harnesses. All that was needed was for someone to call the dogs. The trained dogs ran to anyone who called them. Susan and the attached nipple cart was pulled behind them. Each time the dogs bounded in stride her nipples were yanked. The sulky was light weight and once it got moving the pulling lessen but because the dogs were not harnessed together they often separated slightly and of course since they were attached to the slave’s nipples so went the her wrenched nipples and tits.

 

This soon became even worse than her being the pony girl since the dogs enthusiastically responded to anyone who called them and had no concern for the screaming slave they towed along behind them.

 

Susan heard groups of drunken men laughing and cheering as well a women enjoying this torturous game. Perhaps it was Susan’s fair skin and hot body but the locals were taking a liking to torturing this particular slut slave.

 

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The bar Trent pulled up to was worse than Pam had anticipated. It was located deep within an area with hookers, drug dealers and the homeless shelters and soup kitchens where many of the city’s down and out and simply wino degenerates went for cheap liquor without much hassle. It was an area where not only good girls averted but even the wild risk takers. There was a building and what looked like at one time, a fenced in beer garden. Pam noticed out front of the building two men laid sprawled out on the ground. They weren’t positioned in a typical transient sleeping arraignment but rather looked more like they simple fell down and passed out. Even the young brash girl felt dreadfully uneasy in the suggestive skimpy outfit she wore in this area of town. It was a known fact the police often ignored calls from these back streets and here she was with her ass peeking out from under her skirt and her new breast pouring out of her top. Surely her master wouldn’t want his prized slave to come to any harm here but Pamela Powers would quickly learn just how demanding of a test she’d have to pass for Master Trent to accept her.

 

He open the car door for her and no sooner had she carefully stepped out of it in front of the bar when Trent ordered her to strip. Pam looked down the street and then at the men laying only a few feet from them. She looked toward her master and was about to protest when he shouted, “I said strip slut.”

 

Pam pulled off the little outfit and nervously stood naked in the glow of the street light. “Show me how talented you are. Your slut aunt could get a drunk like him off in less than ten minutes. If you can’t do that, then I’ll leave you out here handcuffed to that pole for the night.”

 

Pamela’s eyes widen as she was stunned at what he was ordering her to do. The dirty man lying before them was passed out or perhaps high on a drug trip. Even in her present state of nakedness hadn’t provoked him to do anything more than just look up at her but she knew she had to prove she was more devoted than her Aunt Susan. Pam got down on the sidewalk next to the grimy man. She took his hand and placed it on her new firm round tits. His touch on her flesh was both nauseating and titillating at the same time to the naked girl. “Hey, baby, do you like me?” she asked.

 

The man seemed to force a smile but he was clearly drunker than hell. His breath reeked of whiskey and he could barely keep his eyes open. Pam knew he would soon pass out so she had to work fast. She worked his pants open and wrapped her hand around his limp dick and began working her hand up and down his shaft.


Pan got little response so she positioned her breasts over his face. The drunk open his mouth and took her nipple into it. “Yah that’s it baby, suck my tit.” She said as she worked his cock just as pair of other men stumbled out of the bar.

 

“What the fuck.” Someone shouted to others in the bar. “Look what Johnny has on top of him.” Before long, 8 shabby men ranging in age from their late fifty to early thirties stood around Pam as she did everything she could to stimulate the nearly comatose transient. As much as she didn’t want to do it, she leaned over and took his rancid cock into her mouth. Her efforts got a response out of the man. The longer the young girl worked on his cock the more aware she became at just what she was doing. She knew she appeared to be every bit the slut whore that she felt her aunt had become but she kept telling herself if she could get through this, she’d have her revenge on her aunt for handing her over to this man who put her into this position. She’d already accepted the reality of her situation. He could easily force her with physical pain and torture to do anything he wanted but if she could convince him that she was his willing slave, then perhaps she’d at least get a measure of satisfaction with her Aunt Susan.

 

It became even more difficult for the once sassy teen to continue as she felt hands grabbing and probing her ass and slit which was proximately sticking up at the men around the scene. Instinctively, Pam swiped at the hand working its way between her fold and into her cunt. Seconds later she heard her master ordering her to continue while he would deliver her ten blows with the cane to her ass for such insolence toward the man simply enjoying a slut slave’s fuck hole.

 

Even the callous drunks who were greatly enjoying the degradation of this naked girl seemed shocked at how brutal the blows which were laid across the young firm ass. Deep welts sprung up with each blow all the while Pamela forced herself to continue sucking on the cock. Only during the last 4 blows did she scream out with the cock in her mouth. This seemed to excite the man she was sucking and he shot streams after streams  of cum down the throat of the first woman he’d been with in years. Grunting while climaxing he forced her head down even further until her lips touched the base of his cock just as the 9th blow from the cane struck.

 

Finally when both the transient’s climax and her punishment ended, she was pushed off of him like so much used trash. Trent ordered her to get up and get her ass into the bar. She had apologies to pay and a night’s entertainment to complete.

 

For the next three hours any man in the bar was given the rare opportunity to whip the ass, cunt or tits of a young middle class girl. The kind of middle girl who would pass them daily and not only refuse them a handout but not even acknowledge their existence.

Most of the men were too drunk to maintain a hard on but a few fucked her only after Trent demanded they put on a condom. The first man who complained about this was told he could take his used condom and smear his spent load over her face. Pam was bound to a support post where she endured worsening abuse until most of them men finally passed out or drifted out of the place. Often during her ordeal, she’d glance over to Trent, who sat enjoying the exploitation of his slave. Seeing his grin sent mixed emotions of hatred and accomplishment at the same time. Surely she was proving her loyalty to him now.

 

****

 

The true sadistic nature of the two young Mexican boys became even more apparent to Susan on her third day of control and abuse from Juan and Roberto. They came up with an idea for an even more brutal torture of the American’s slave’s tits while she’d be carting the now dozens of men and women who enjoyed driving the suffering slave with the buggy whip. The boys told Miguel their idea. He was a true craftsman when it came to designing and building torture instruments to be use on the many slaves who came to this region.

 

First a collar that was so wide it forced Susan’s head to be held upward was buckled around her neck. The slave could neither turn her head nor see anything but the sky above her. This meant it would ensure any and all directions their pony girl was given would be from the cart’s reigns rather than the slave’s sight. Next six inch heel boots were laced on her. These were needed because starting that day she’d be carting supplies to a few of the slave ranches on the outskirts of town over some pretty rocky back roads. This would be more of a work, rather than a sexual plaything, day for the slave. The boots and Juan’s inventive idea for a different harness would be needed. The weight she’d be towing would be much too heavy for the nipple/waist harness she’d been locked into the past couple of days but Juan wanted to make sure even though she’d be pulling the cart via the waist band that this slut’s tits and bloated nipples felt enough pain for everyone’s enjoyment.

 

Susan sighed when handcuff like opened rings were placed at the base of her tits. These were ratcheted tight and left locked in place. Each of the tit cuffs had a length of chain hanging freely below her tit. The boys and Miguel discussed something just before they reached out to tighten the rings several more clicks. Susan knew her tits would be agonizingly distended and suffer all day long as they bounced and jiggled about in these tit cuffs. Already they were quickly turning a deep dark red color.

 

 The instrument that she would endure for the day started with a pair of metal rods which were connected together at one end by three short links of chain. The unchained ends of the rods ran through rings set on each side of her neck collar. The end result looked like a kind of metal V starting together behind her back and widening front of her at neck level. Next Susan’s arms were pulled behind her and tied at the elbows and wrists just before they were attached end of the poles at the point where they came together.

 

Now the fun was about to begin for everyone but Susan. A thick metal hook was inserted up and into her asshole. The cool metal was thick so it did not cut but it was plenty uncomfortable. A chain attached to the end which protruded out from between her ass cheeks was attached to the same short links which attached the poles together and also where her wrists were affixed. Miguel instructed Roberto and Juan to stand in front of the slave and each of the boys pulled downward on the one of the ends of the metal rods from the front. In doing so, this forced Susan’s wrist and arms to be pulled uncomfortably upward behind her to the point where she began to bend forward in order to deal with the forced position. She immediately discovered she could only bend forward and relieve the stain of her raised arms to the point were the chained hook up her asshole allowed her to do so.

 

Miguel told the boys to hold her like that while he attached the weights to the tit chains. Susan could not look down to see what he considered tit weight were a pair of old 16 pound bowling balls that had rings screwed into them and were now clipped to the chains hanging from each of the tit cuffs. The boys laughed when their slave groan as each of the balls were attached and left hanging from the base of her tits. The strain pulled Sue’s tits downward. These would be counter weights for what was coming next..

 

On the ends of each of the rods which protruded though the collar and in front of the slave were rings. The boys clipped chains to these rings before attaching the other ends to Susan’s nipple rings. When they let go of the poles, Susan screamed. Her bound arms and the ass hook attached behind her pulled downward on the rods in back thus pulling upward on her attached nipples rings and weighted tits in front. The slave would have to deal with alternating tortures which she’d be enduring at any point in time while pulling the cart. She could bend slightly forward and pull up on the hook in her ass and hold her stained arms up and out behind her for as long as she could endure the stain only to be forced to switch her suffering and allow the pivoting of the rods to pull up on her nipples to the point of lifting up her weight tits.

 

Finally the waist harness was attached to the cart while the reigns were also clipped to the chain leading from her nipples. A pull in either direction and the pony girl knew she’d have to turn in that direction.

 

Both Roberto and Juan jumped into the cart before Susan felt the sting of the whip on her flank. The moment she took the first few steps she realized just how extremely more painful this would be than any of the other days. Each step caused the heavy bowling balls to sway and bounce against each other. The weight tugged on her tits which pulled even more on her stretched ringed nipples. The faster they made her move the more her strained arms and weights kept pivoting up and down. Tears flowed from the blond slave’s eyes. She couldn’t believe how much pain these people could give a woman without a care for her as anything other than a slave for enjoyment. Even while standing at rest some of the women of the town came up to the suffering slave and pulled on various chains to see what kind of reaction they could get from the American slave. At least, they felt, the slut would be in no condition to be fucking their men tonight.

 

****

 

By the next morning, Pamela was sore all over.  She had whip marks from her tits to her knees. Dried cum coated her breasts, stomach and face. Her bruised ass was still on fire from the severe caning Trent delivers to her not only outside the bar but twice more when she didn’t appear to act as enthusiastic as she needed to be when asked to be the toilet for two of the men. By this point in the evening she began to wonder if trying to impress this man was worth the pain and humiliation. But it was over and before she was locked into her cell for the night, he informed her she’d earn the right to assist with her aunt’s ordeals during the up coming weekend. In the meantime, Trent was beginning to get hits regarding both of his offered American slaves. He knew an old 30 year old slut like Susan Banks wouldn’t get the kind of money a fresh cunt like Pam would draw but he was a little disappointed with the initial bids. Even at the ripe old age of 30, the blonde had a fantastic shape, great tits and since dropping 8 pounds since her kidnapping she was lean and firm but when a buyer has to dish out between a half to a quarter of a million for a slut slave, he wants to get a good 10-15 years out of the cunt before cashing her in to some back street no limit Malaysian S&M brothel.

 

Trent wondered if the augmentation of Suzy slut’s nipples the Japs performed had become a selling point or freakish negative. Then he remembered the viles of serum he still possessed. Just one treatment on Pam had transformed her from a stunning sexy girl into a shapely, tit jiggling, mouth watering, enticing slut. If the serum could be broken down and duplicated he’d be richer than he could ever imagine even if it was only sold through the underground markets. No flat chested bitch would be safe from guys who could transform their girl friends or wives into the jug jiggling woman they’d always wanted. Trent couldn’t help but snicker as he thought about a fictional packaging concept.

 

STEP 1 –Open box containing a knock out pill and the vile of hooter enhancer.

STEP 2 -Drop pill into target’s drink.

STEP 3- Wait 15 minutes for unconsciousness.

STEP 4- Inject each tit with one half syringe of hooter enhancer.

STEP 5- When your new and improved double-D dream girl awakens, try not to drool and try to act innocent. Point out it could only be a miracle because no breast surgery could have been performed and healed in the short time she’d been out.

STEP 6- Enjoy hours of pleasure with your new melon mama who should eventually be convinced it’s obviously her destiny to be a hot bouncing busty bunny.

 

Trent walked up stairs. He wanted to send out the new photos of his younger full chested slave to entice even higher bids. Trent could not help thinking of all those home improvement shows on the tube which touted how new room additions could bring much higher resale value to the home. He wanted his potential clients to get a good look at the photos of Pam’s new expansive twins. Talk about flipping a cunt for a bigger profit.

 

Several hours after sending off his advertisement of the new and improved sales model of the young American slave, Trent began getting the kind of serious bids from those who deal in this slave trade under world community. These where the clients who could afford such a sought after cunt like Pam.

 

All the hard work would soon pay off, he thought to himself as he settled down with a drink in hand and turned on a video sent over night delivery of his other slave’s first few days on her Mexican vacation. Trent had to laugh at his slave’s strained purple tits. Those boys really enjoy working over a pair of tits. If it weren’t for the fact the doctor assured him he’d let Juan and Roberto have all the fun they wanted with the slave’s chichis (tits) while stopping them just short of any real damage. Since the Dr. Munos was such a fanatic of breasts torture himself,  he knew a lot about the limits of the slave’s tits. Still it always amazed the slaver as he watched his slave being hoisted off the ground. Incredible he thought that  a slut could actually hang from her tits. Trent nearly choked on his drink when he watched Juan and Roberto take turns whacking the helpless slave with a flat paddle as if she was a pinota. Even blindfolded they could judge approximately where her bloated tits would be and gave them a brutal beating before stretching her out for a good old fashion Mexican slaver town gangbanging. It brings a tear to one’s eye to see a whole community pitching in together to fuck a spread-eagle slave on the town’s slave exhibition gazebo.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***

 

 

 

 

 

Susan Banks (Summerville)

 

CHAPTER 37

PAM THE DRUG RUNNER

 

Trent allowed Pamela to heal and rest for the next couple of days. Meanwhile he’d been in contact with a couple of serious bidders for ownership of this bonus young captive. The figures being discussed were high enough that Trent was now considering a new fate for his other slave Susan. He had the option now to either stay with plan A and sell her right out to the highest bidder as usual or plan B which would involve taking a lesser offer however in the process he might gain considerable favor from the parties involved. He thought to himself, it was possible, Susan’s Bank’s ass or rather her tits or the whole submissive package could bring him a tidy sum but more importantly an allegiance with those he needed such loyalty for future transactions.

 

What wasn’t in any way part of his decision was the fate of his slave. Like any slaver, Trent had a completely business like attitude toward the flesh he sold. The smooth soft skin, warm wet cunt and hot sexy body of the woman, Susan Banks had vanished in his mind just like his feelings of her as a person. During her transformation Trent’s mind set about her changed as seeing her as a sexy, hot piece of flesh for sale. Once sold, like any other object, the buyer could use it in anyway or for any purpose he or she wanted. After all a car salesman doesn’t give the least bit of thought whether or not the new truck he sold is used for pleasure or hard abusive labor. By this point, it was pretty much the same concept for the slaver.

 

 The highest bidders at the moment ironically were the five Japanese researchers. The offer was to pay for the slave they haphazardly blemished with the germinate nipple rings and engorging and sensitizing of her nipples. The five of them collected enough money together and made an offer of $200,000 to continue their research as well as enjoy the exploitation of their property. They figured when finished with her, they would sell the American cunt to a bizarre traveling circus where nightly she’d be displayed as a sexual freak and perhaps even made to perform bizarre sexual acts.

 

The second offer was coming from a group of people who could benefit Trent in the long run. Although their offer was significantly less at $110,000 at the moment he was leaning at accepting this lower offer for his own reasons.

 

Unlike all of Trent’s past sales, who were young girls sold for use mainly as sex slaves but would be punished now and then either for transgression or just for their owner’s pleasure, Susan’s fate would be bleak in either case. The Japs would probably end up turning her into some kind of a freak with huge basketball size tits and baseball size nipples before shipping her off to suffer untold treatments by both men and circus animals in the Far East. But as bad as a circus bimbo slave seemed, he was sure the second group he was leaning toward would assure her a much more brutal and abusive life of slavery. Trent found himself with a raging hard on as he thought about this life for the once adventurous but somewhat naive American housewife. He needed a slave’s mouth to take care of him so he went down to visit his prized money maker.

 

Pam was actually happy to see him. Although she had gotten plenty of rest being locked up in a cage with nothing to do, it  was actually pretty boring. Sucking off her master and perhaps getting fucked herself was far better than just laying around doing nothing.

 

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Meanwhile for Susan, things in Mexico had recently gone from bad to worse, even super worser, badder or pure hell, if there were such terms.  Juan and Miguel’s torturous arm wrenching, ass tearing, nipple stretching and tit weighted harness and V frame was so popular among the local sadist bar owners and patrons as well as the SM ranch owners that the boys were earning themselves a lot of extra money driving their slut pony girl all over the area. And even though by days end when the slave could barely stand up, it was no problem to let her lie down, spread-eagled of course so the slut could be fucked by whom ever visited her at the now too familiar slave platform in the town park.

 

This American slave was really pissing the local women off for depleting many of the men of their cum before returning home from the bars. So when several of the most prominent wives of the bar and ranch owners got together and offered Juan his largest token for use of the pony girl, her readily accepted it. Normally beer, liquor and other supplies were trucked into town but on this day they planned on doing it the old way. The women scrounged up an old wagon which was usually pulled by four mules. Today however there would be a fifth beast of burden harnessed up. The four mules stood harnessed as normal but at the end of the line was the naked American blonde. She was secured within her arm wrenching V frame harness. It painfully wrenched her arms upward behind her to easy the pulling on her nipple rings however instead of attaching the bowling ball weights to her tits, the chains normally used for the weights ran up to the  two mules harnessed in front of her. Since these two chains were the only way by which she was secured in line, the slave would have to keep up with the pace of the animals before her. Even with her arms severely wrenched up behind her back along with the hook up her asshole and her nipples being pulled up and away in front, Susan could painfully manage to keep up with the lumbering mule team so the revengeful wives had to add a few of their own hindrances.

 

In this set up, the slave’s purpose wasn’t actually to be part of the team pulling the weight of the wagon. Unlike the other days when she suffered and was the only means by which to propel the sulkie cart, Susan was teamed up simply to suffer. One of the women’s cruel additions was to tie a slender string around the base of her aroused and provoked clit. The other end ran down and was tied off to her hobbled ankle chains. Not only did these chains limit her stride but each step caused the chains to shake and yank on her noosed clit. If that wasn’t enough they inserted a remote controlled vibrator up into Susan’s cunt. They figured if the puta enjoyed coming so much  with their men then they would rough climax after climax out of the slut with the combination of this vibrator and constant shuddering tugs to her clit. Each and every time she stumbled or falter because of the result of an orgasm, she’d be pulled forward by the mule team causing her additional pain and enjoyment for the laughing women onboard.

 

Unbeknown to the women who were seeking level of revenge on the beautiful man cum stealing slut slave, often while being tortured, Susan reached a point where the pain actually excited her sexually along with feeling its powerful discomfort.

 

In all the round trip took 3 hours and nearly 20 to 30 climaxes. No one could tell after awhile including Susan herself. Pain was mixed with climaxes. She really felt the  humiliation of everyone on the wagon and those standing along the road laughing at their American slave mule. They all knew of her situation and watching her being forced into sexual climaxes while suffering at the same time she’d have to step through the piles of shit the mules in front of her often dropped. The women driving the team would often announced in both English and Spanish to anyone they encountered along the way that the slave was in the thralls of a climax.

 

A couple of the women took the whips out and tried to stymie the slave from peaking during several of her climaxes but Susan was already into her own world where she somehow was able to enjoy the orgasms even to the point that all the pain her nipples, tits, clit, ass and arms were enduring simply heighten the strength of each climax. A sting of a whip to her ass or thighs was irrelevant by this point.

 

The real only problem came when they were releasing the naked mule. The string knotted around her clit had tighten so much that it took another 45 minutes and several climatic reactions to the fingers trying to free her swollen clit from the string noose.

 

Once completely released of her bonds, the exhausted slave dropped to the dirt street. No amount of whipping kicking or prodding could get her to move. When Dr. Munos examined her, he diagnosed to the surprised women who thought they had damaged the slave for sale that she collapsed more so from exhaustion of her many climaxes rather than from any physical pain and exertion they imposed upon her. It was deemed in order for everyone would get their last night’s chance at enjoying the slave, she was off limits for the rest of the day to rest up for her nightly fuck and abuse festival.

 

****

“Get dressed.” Was Trent’s simple command, early Friday morning. He tossed her what looked like one of the outfits she had with her from her European trip. As she held it up she noticed it had been amateurishly altered. The cuts were obviously made with scissors and not hemmed. Somehow a 6 inch skirt made Pamela feel more embarrassed than being totally naked. She remembered how slutty her Aunt Susan looked to her at the bus station. She hoped her aunt felt every bit as embarrassed as she did now. The top was one of her older shirts, which now was way too tight with her newly developed ample breasts but even this was cut into a crop top.

 

Pam did not ask questions as to where they were going nor why. By now the young slave knew better than to question anything.

 

At this point in his slave’s development, Trent knew he could have this cunt’s bare ass sticking out the window without complaint to either avoid punishment or gain some little reward but he’d discovered there was something about the slut look which ripped away any innocence a naked captive may still had retained. It definitely made his slaves feel cheapen when they where so scantily dressed. Unlike being naked and even tied spread eagled, most of his slaves sensed a different kind of humiliation from the looks they’d get from being seen as a slut. It was one of the best things he enjoyed about Susan. When Larry forced her to expose herself, she always blushed no matter what she had done in the past or would obey. She never got accustom to this humiliation but knew it aroused her at the same time.

 

Trent planned on giving his new slave this feeling of humiliation. He told her to spread her legs open. She obeyed. Trent inserted some kind of small canister up into her cunt. It was plastic and reminded Pam of a 35MM film container. He told her not to loose it but didn’t tell her what it was. He then took Pamela up to the car where she was tethered by a chain on her ankle to the car seat. Trent used his gauze blindfold on her before adding the dark sunglasses which hid her taped eyes closed. Pam sat waiting while her master went to get something. Moments later she heard the truck open and something heavy was placed in it before being slammed shut.

 

They drove for about 45 minutes before stopping. Trent spoke Spanish to someone. They laughed about something just before she heard the window being lowered on her side of the car. The slave sensed someone was very close to her. Pamela knew that during the ride, what little of the skirt that covered her when she first sat down had disappeared. She was fairly certain her shaved cunt had to be showing. What could, whoever was near to her, think of anyone dressed like a cheap trampy slut? Unlike her aunt, Pam was more embarrassed and humiliated than excited in such situations.

 

His initial fondling of her breast surprised her.  She instinctively drew back from his touch but his hand pursued her firm boobs. The man said something and Trent replied with si. Suddenly his gentle cupping changed to a tight grasp of her top and in seconds  she felt him pull and rip the small top. Trent noticed, unlike her aunt who would have spontaneously thrust her bared breasts outward in a slutty acceptance of this kind of exposure, Pamela reaction was to reach up and try to cover herself. This pissed Trent off. Pam heard the unknown man once more say something in Spanish to Trent and whatever his reply was she was ordered out of the car by him.

 

“I think, maybe, you hide something puta. Maybe you are carrying drugs into my country, no?”

 

“No.” Pam blindly automatically responded as she was pulled out of the car with her tits now completely exposed. If the young girl’s eyes weren’t taped shut she would have seen that her master handed the guard a pair of handcuffs from the glove compartment. Pamela was very aware of the sound of traffic in the area as she stood blindly out of the concealment of the car. The man roughly turned her around and grabbed her arms to lock the steel cuffs behind her back. She immediately felt how having her arms secured behind her caused her chest to propel outward which almost forced her to display her tits. Passing traffic began beeping. She knew her breasts were exposed to them now.

 

“I check to see if this one is hiding something, senor?” Trent told him to go ahead and search her. Pam could not believe this. What in hell could this guy think she could be hiding with her top already torn apart leaving her with just the shirt that was only few inches long. Then it hit her just before his hand reached up between her thighs. She felt the canister she had thrust up her own cunt. It didn’t take long before the probing fingers touched the plastic container. “What does the puta have here?” He asked as he inserted a second finger and pulled the slimy black container out of her cunt. Pam felt him wipe his fingers clean on her ass. Of course she had no idea what it was nor what it might contain. All she could do was remain standing with her legs spread. She wondered if her master had fucked up. What would happen if it contained some illegal substance? “You bring drugs into our country puta?” Pam did not reply. She felt his hand grasping the waistband of her tiny skirt. With a quick tug the last small covering was torn from her body. The startled girl jumped up but the guard struck her ass with something round and hard as he told her to remain bent and with her legs spread. The blow hurt like hell. Pam whimpered and immediately resumed the position but now left with nothing but her heels on. The honking of the passing cars was almost continues. “What else are you hiding slut?” he asked. As Pam tied to tell him nothing, when she felt the wooden stick he had slapped her ass with at her cunt lips. It felt like a police baton. He shoved it up into her. She fought to remain still as he had ordered her but he kept pumping it in and out to of her cunt to the hilt before saying nothing more was in her cunt. “Let’s check your ass. Pam braced herself knowing what would happen next. He repeated fucking her ass with the stick until she was moaning in pain.

 

“Senor, your slut here was hiding some drugs but I will make you a deal.” He said. Of course earlier when Trent and the guard were talking all this was planned out. This was the border crossing lane Miguel had told Trent to use. The guard was Miguel’s second cousin and was informed he would have the opportunity to humiliated an American slut today.

 

“So puta what do you say about these drugs you bring on you?”

 

Pamela didn’t know what to say. She knew if she implicated master it could be very serious for her and yet if he was taken into custody, she might be able to escape all this. The guard repeated his question. Pam didn’t know how to answer so she simply dropped to her knees in an act of submission. “Should I take this cunt to jail?” he asked.

 

“Please, no.” she whispered.

 

He asked Trent what he thought.

 

“Maybe this dope head slut can work a deal with you, officer.” Trent replied.

 

“What do you say puta?” the officer played along.

 

“Yes, please. Please let me suck you off or you can fuck me. Anything.” She begged.

 

“You stupid cunt.” He snapped at her suggestion. “You think I’d be stupid enough to let you get away with sexual bribery right out here in the open. My bosses would know. I think fifty swats on that white ass of yours for hiding drugs.” He said and came down with the club across her ass. Pam screamed and knew there was no way she could take 50 of those sever of blows.

 

“No, no. Please anything else. Please.” She begged.

 

“Ok cunt. 10 on your ass and five to your big tits. No more talk.” Trent nodded. His blindfolded slave obviously could not see his smile.

 

“You listen to me bitch. You will hold your pose for each blow. You will count each one and say loud that you are an American slut who is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico. If you do not present yourself or do not say what I tell you, we will start over. Bend over slut.”

 

Pam was shaking as she bent as far as possible without loosing her balance with her wrists cuffed behind her. Fear overwhelmed her but she was also extremely embarrassed to be so exposed and about to be punished like this out in the open.

 

Trent handed the guard a thick leather strap to use in place of the baton which would damage his property too much. He knew the solid strap would still stink like hell on her ass and tits but the blows would be more painful than damaging. Then again he wasn’t the naked girl about to endure such a beating.

 

Wack ! The sound was so thunderous it caught the attention of several teens across the street. “One.” She choked out. “This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.”

 

WACK! He hit her so hard she stumbled forward over the hood of the car. “Two. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” She cried. In just two lashes her ass was already on fire.

 

Since she was blindfolded she had no idea he’d come around to her front and lashed out at her right tit. The pain to her tit was so intense she dropped down and screamed. By this point the teens who were watching from across the street had made their way to watch. “Three. “This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” she whimpered.

 

“No cunt. That is one for your tit. Now stand straight so these kids learn what happens to an American slut who brings drugs into this country.” Pan stood up quivering as she awaited another blow. “Hold out your tits slut and tell your fellow Americans why you are being punished.

 

“This slut tried to smuggle drugs.” She quickly said.

 

It really didn’t make sense to the group of American teenagers. No one smuggles drugs into Mexico but they didn’t care. Seeing a hot body like Pam’s being beat was a once in a life time opportunity they were excited to watch.

 

“Where was these drugs hidden slut?” the guard asked. Trent was enjoying the young girls pain and humiliation. He knew how difficult it had to be to be naked on the street while accepting such a punishment.

 

“I hid them up my pussy, sir.”

 

The two girls giggled and the boy whistled at her reply. The guard did not wait. He struck her tit again. Pam screamed before announcing again, “One. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” Wack. He struck her left tit. It took all her will power to get up again and hold her chest out before announcing, “Two. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.”

 

“No you stupid cunt. That is one for your left tit. We have to begin again.”

 

Pam began whimpering when she realized he intended on delivering five more blows to each of her tits.

 

The whipping continued. Left tit, right tit, ass, ass, right tit, left tit, ass, ass, ass, ass. He varied his target so she could not prepare herself in anyway for the pain. It took all her will power to hold her tits out in terror.

 

Finally it was done. Her tits were flaming red and her ass glowed. The teens walked away commenting about the stupid bitch who was caught with drugs.

 

Trent pretended to thank the officer for being so lenient with her. He handed the guard a hundred dollar bill and they shook hands. All this was going on unbeknown to the naked, cuffed and blindfolded girl. Pam was shoved back into the front seat and they pulled out of the border check point station area.

 

They had driven several minutes before Pam even thought about the fact she was now naked. With her tits and ass throbbing from the beating she was just happy to be done with it all.

 

“Slave you did well back there.” Trent matter-of-factly praised her. As a slave you should expect to take many undeserved beating for your master or mistress but I want to know why you did not attempt to point the finger at me? Trent asked.

 

As she considered her answer, Trent noticed a deep blush which came to her face. Pam’s answered delighted Trent. “I realized it might have been an opportunity for freedom but I’d loose my chance at getting back at fucken Aunt Susan. And to be honest I was scared to do anything anyway.”

 

Trent laughed hard at her reply. He told her she was right to fear any form of insubordination. She’d never know from now on who might be a chance at help or who might cause her tremendous torture for he actions. Life would be a little less painful if she just accepted her new status in life. “But you have earned yourself a reward.” He told her. “I will give you plenty of opportunity to seek your vengeance on the woman who delivered you to me.” Trent thought for a second and decided to add more fuel to the fire of Pam’s loathing of her aunt. “You know she plotted to try and win my favor by not only giving up your uncle and all they owned but she thought by offering you in her place she might be freed.” Pam did not reply but Trent could tell by how she bit her lip she was fuming.

 

“Master my I please have my clothes back?” the naked cuffed girl asked.

 

“No.” he simply relied quickly as they continued on their journey.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***


CHAPTER 38

(A SLAVE CAN NEVER WIN)



When they were about a half mile out of town, Trent pulled the car over to the side of the road. Pam figured he was going to let her get dressed. There was no way for the young slave to know this region was unofficial slave country. Not only was her master not concern about her nudity but rather didn’t want to be perceived as being too lenient with his cunts.


But that wasn’t the reason he stopped. Trent ordered Pam to hand him his binoculars from the glove compartment. As soon as he said this, he remembered the hand gun he had there too. Of course, he had the gun’s clip in his pocket but he wondered what his supposedly faithful slave would do when she found it. Pam handed him the binoculars. She acted as if she hadn’t seen a gun. Trent focused on what looked like a naked woman pulling a cart about 200 yards off to his left. All the while he kept an eye on his slave. He knew she had to have noticed his automatic.


Trent smiled as he adjusted the binoculars. Sure enough it was his slave Susan. The powerful binoculars brought her clearly into a close up image. Trent could see her tits were tied or ringed so tightly that they were purplish and hard firm melons. Large swinging black ball weights hung from each tit. Her body was covered with sweat. Her ass and thighs were red and streaked with whip lines. What really looked painful was how cruelly her bound arms and wrists were forced high up her back by some poles which also looked to be attached in front to her nipples. It appeared no matter how she moved or stood she’d be pulling on or afflict some sensitive part of her body. He leaned a little forward and chuckled. It appeared something shoved up her ass too had a chain which was also pulled by the pivoting poles. In addition to the obvious pain she suffered understandable with all the restraints, he could see she struggled to pull the loaded cart which Juan was driving. “Damn a sweating, straining, tightly bound slave’s body sure looks sweet. If only the damn politically correct world  would accept this fact there might never be a war. Men would be too busy fucking cunt’s like that.” He thought.


At just that moment, Trent saw Juan wheeled the whip at her tit., which he had been using on her ass. By swinging the thin whip sideways he could land a sharp lash across one or the other ballooning tit. Those whisks from the thin stiff buggy whip across her taunt tit clearly caught the pony slave’s attention as she seemed to put an extra effort in drawing cart. He watched as Susan tits caught a half dozen between them. “The little bastard sure loves to hurt women.” He said out load. Pam looked at what her master was looking at with some obvious trepidation.


Trent turned and looked at the slave sitting next to him. He was a little surprised to see she was simply sitting meekly with her hands in her lap. The gun was in the exact position he noted it was at when she open the glove compartment.


“Slave would you like to see how your dear auntie has been spending her time relaxing down here?”


Pam eagerly nodded yes. By this point she totally blamed her Aunt Susan for what had and would happen to her. She knew her life would never be the same again and it was all her aunt’s fault.


Trent handed her the binoculars. The brutalization of what she saw must have shocked the young slave. Her mouth dropped open and she could not contain a gasp. Trent noted too what she saw probably frighten her unlike her aunt who would have been excited by seeing such a sight. Pam’s breathing increased the longer she watched. It was time for this slave to understand even though she thinks she’s his favorite, she must understand she is but a slut slave first and foremost.


“Slave I am going to have to tie you and bring you into town properly.” He informed her. “It would not be good for me to be seen as being soft with any slave. You don’t want your master to be seen as weak, do you?” Pam had no idea what she’d be agreeing to but knew the correct answer. Trent ordered out of the car. The first thing she discovered was how hot the sandy road felt on her bare feet. She hopped about and howled. Trent ignored her as he took some rope from the back seat.


In a matter of a few minutes, Pam’s wrists were tied behind her back and each of her tits were tied tightly at their base. It was the first time Trent had tied her new and improved tits. The already ultra sensitive tits became tight and hypersensitive. When she saw her master tying the lead from her tits to the back bumper of the car she panicked knowing what to expect next. It was no use complaining. She was doomed already.


Pam began panting as soon as Trent closed the car door. She wasn’t sure how fast he would go and if she could keep up. She only knew being towed by her own tits she’d have to try as hard as she could to keep up.


Perhaps it was because the bound slave was almost mesmerized at watching the lead rope first uncoil then become taut but even though Trent started slowly, Pam did not advance until she felt the yanking of her tits. She nearly tumbled over but caught herself and almost ran up to the bumper of the car in an over compensated response.


Trent kept an eye on her in the mirrors as he picked up the pace forcing her to trot to keep up. Occasionally her tits felt a lurching tug and at other times she was able to keep the tit leash slightly slack. Either way, Trent enjoyed watching her tits wildly bouncing as she ran. With her wrists tied behind her back she was a cunt/tit jogger. Nice, Trent thought as he applied a little more pressure to the accelerator. He heard his slave plead no. You would think she knew better than that by now. He went even a bit faster in response to her pleas. She was now in a full run in the heat of the dry desert. Petrified of falling and being dragged by her own tits, Pam forced herself to run as fast as she could in spite of the sting heat of the hot ground.


The faster she ran, the faster master paced his car. “Peassssss eeeee  nooooooooo moooorree massssss    ter. She frantically pleaded.


Trent glanced up the road and spotted Miguel’s building. He checked his mirror. His slave was stumbling slightly as she began to tire but he wanted the men sitting outside of Miguel’s shop to witness his new slave’s grand entrance. This wasn’t the kind of grand entrance many young girls dream of. It wasn’t coming down a long stair case in a ball gown while being desired by the men below and envied by the women. Pam’s grand entrance was utterly naked, bound, exposed, sweating and humiliated. She can make it these last 50 yards Trent thought as he maintained his speed.


The men rose up as they noticed what the approaching car was towing behind it. Pam was nearly spent. The tit lead started jerking and tugging then slacking with every other stride.

When he stopped, Pam just dropped to the dirt road. She was panting heavily. All she could do was glance at the men who gather around her. Trent got out of the car and spoke to them in Spanish. Two of the men untied the tit leash from the bumper and lead her toward a water trough which a burro was taking a drinking from. Without the slightest concern for her as a woman, they tossed her into the trough of water. The water was dirty and swelled but it cooled her off quickly. She tied to get out but the men simply used their boots to kick her back into the water until her master emerged from the building with some other Mexican man who obviously gave an order for them to stop. The men pulled her up by her tit leads until she got to her feet.


“Miguel, if you will, make arrangements for this slave to join her tia (aunt) on the platform tonight. I do not want them to be able to talk with one another so do as you must so they can not communicate. Would you send someone to the boy, Juan and bring me the other cunt. I want to see how well she has been treated.” He and Miguel both laughed at this. Then Trent spoke in Spanish so Pam would not understand. “Oh, yes before I forget. I have this one’s uncle and the other slave’s husband in the trunk. I’m sure he will need attending to from riding in the truck in this heat.  I do not wish him to be abused but secured until I call for him.” Miguel agreed to everything.


Trent turned toward his dripping wet naked slave. “Look at yourself cunt. You’re a fucken mess. I’m going to untie you. You will have ten minutes to straighten yourself up and make yourself into marketable stock.”


Pam nearly made the fatal mistake of question why he would do this to his “favored slave”. Instead she hurried and ran a comb though her wet hair and wiped off the caked on dirt from her feet, legs and anywhere else on her body. As she looked at herself in the cracked mirror, she saw how dark her tied tits had become. She struggled to untie the knots and remove each of the tit nooses so her breasts could return to their natural color.


The second she came out of the building, her master noticed her tit ropes were gone. “Who the fuck told you to take the ropes off your tits?” he shouted. Pam actually stepped back as she felt the full anger of her master’s in his voice. Her face went white. Miguel, those tit shackles I saw on the other slave do you have another set?” Miguel told him he did and quickly ran into his shop and returned with steel bands that looked like oversize hand cuffs. “Tighten them to the very tightest notch.” When Miguel could not make the cuffs close any further than two notches away from maximum, Trent helped him. Pam cried so much they barely heard the last two clicks of the contracting steel cuffs ratchet close. The bands were now so tight that the metal nearly disappeared into the flesh of each swollen tit. Even if she was allowed, Pam could not catch her breath enough to speak.


Trent knew this was a critical time in his overall plans for the Banks couple and their niece. The slightest hint of weakness could be a problem for him with so many strong dominate personalities in the town. Pam tried to convey a plea for compassion with her eyes but her master but would not show any mercy.


“Hobble her ankles and connect the chain which links them together to each of her tit cuffs. Make this connection about 4 inches short so she can not fully stand straight and each step will tug down on her tits.” He turned to one of the men who earlier tossed her into the trough. Trent handed him a twenty dollar bill. “Run her down the main street several times. Then chain her outside Agony  Inn. I’ll be there in an hour or two.”


He turned toward his slave and began speaking English. “Slave you know you earned punishment for what you did?”


“Yes, master but…”


Her three words merited her a hard slap across the face. “Do not speak, cunt!”


Pam dropped to her knees. “I am sorry master. Please punish your favorite slave.” She dared to suggest.


“These men have their instructions. You will obey and do ANYTHING they demand of you.” He stressed the word anything. “You will not refuse ANYONE WHATEVER they want of you.” Once more he stressed these words. Do you understand slave?”


Pam nodded with tears forming in her eyes. “I will not fail your master.” She whispered trying to hold back her tears.


Miguel held up the required ring gag for all slaves. Trent would have preferred she’d have to suck cocks willingly but rules are rules. But before this would adorn his young slave, Trent ordered her to give him a blow job. Pam could not understand why submissively sucking him off in front of everyone was extremely more embarrassing than normal. She would soon learn to get use to such public humiliation.


They buckled the gag on tight. As he examined his second slut offering, he couldn’t help but think to himself that this was the way a beautiful women should exist. With her cunt, ass and mouth easily assessable for cock and her tits firm and handy for play or pain. The ugly sluts could be used for hard work while slaves like Pan and her aunt should exist in a world that the word “NO” doesn’t exist. “Go.” He said and left her with these Mexican strangers.


For the next hour and a half, Pamela Powel did her best to offer herself willingly with as much eagerness as she could demonstrate. She took countless cocks in every hole as well as abuse from many men and women all with the mistaken hope that this would please her Master Trent so he would retain her as his chosen slave.


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When Juan drove the pony slave, Susan, up to the shop, Trent and Miguel were sitting outside enjoying a couple cold cervezas. The suffering pony was delighted to see him. After a week down in this capital of sadism, she was convinced anywhere would be a step up from a life in this town. Her only hope was her master would sell her quickly to get her away from these people. In just the short week she knew no slave could ever do anything but earn more and more punishment. If she didn’t fuck or suck with enough enthusiasm she was punished. If she please the cock, then his wife or girl friend punished her for pleasuring him. Even the little children of the area knew how to hurt a woman terribly and at their early age they already considered a slave as less than the mongrel dogs that roamed the area.


Trent looked at his slave’s tortured tits and questioned whether or not such brutal torture might cause damage. Miguel reassure the slaver that Dr. Munos had been closely monitoring Susan’s abuse and assured him in spite of the tremendous pain she had and was now enduring, the doctor’s nightly examination confirmed her tits and nipples retained their firmness and normal blood flow and with some healing ointments over the night, her body was refreshed and capable for the next day’s abuse.


“This one suffers very well and takes much pain.” Miguel told Trent. “Many of the bar and ranch owners have been amazed at what she can tolerate with both suffering and cocks.” Miguel laughed. “This one, she not too popular with the women of the area because she drain all the cum from their men’s cocks. I think the boy had many hard times keeping the women from whipping her skin off her because she fucks so good.”


Trent too had to laugh at the thought of poor Juan actually trying to limit the torture Susan received over the week.


“Miguel tells me slave, that you have made many friends down here over the week. Do you think you know your place after all this?


Trent was surprised at her response. She stomped her foot several times, nodded yes and bayed like a horse. Juan snapped the reins and shouted, “Pechos.” Immediately, Susan twisted back and forth causing the heavy balls attached to her nipple rings to swing wildly. Trent could see how brutally this caused her nipples and tits to stretch until the command, down. Susan lowered herself and mercifully the heavy balls down to the ground where she squatted with her legs spread wide open and head down. This of course lowered the sulkie cart which Juan stepped down from. “Buenos días, señor. Trent.” The young boy said handing him his buggy whip in a gesture of ownership reorganization.


“Buenos dias, Juan.” Trent, Miguel and Juan talked about his slave’s week. The slaver was very surprised at learning just how much she tolerated and yet attained many orgasms along with the suffering she endured. All the while as they talked, he watched his slave dealing with the torture of her tied arms to the poles cruelly wrenched up behind her back and how she fought to maintain some kind of a balance of pain between pulling up on her nipples in front and the aching in her arms and the hook up her ass behind her. She grimaced in agony yet maintained her squatting pose which lewdly displayed her wet and obviously aroused engorged cunt. “Can’t get enough can you, cunt? You’re leaking with excitement right now.” He said seeing a thread of cunt juice seeping from her spread lips.


Susan dared to look up at her master with a deep blush from his statement but her only reply was with her horse bay again.


“Speak slave.” He commanded.


“Master this slut has been tortured a lot but she has also climaxed a lot too. I do not know what is wrong with me. It is very humiliating to be so exposed and seen by so many people like this.”


Trent could tell his slave was weakening. Her legs were beginning to quiver in the squatting position and her arms were obviously beginning to give out on her as she fought a loosing battle to limit the upward draw of the harness pole’s chains to her nipples.


“Does that hurt a lot slave?” he questioned as he enjoyed the straining of her tone muscles.


“Yes master, very much so.” She quickly replied in hopes of mercy. “Please release me.”


Trent smiled. “I don’t think so slut. It is very amusing watching their teeter tottering effects on your ass and arms and tits.” He turned toward Juan. “Unhook her from the cart. I think this slut needs to thank Miguel for designing such an entertaining straining and taxing accessory. I think this slut will want to show her gratitude to Miguel for providing such a thoughtful gift.”


Susan was soon on her knees sucking Miguel’s cock. Since the poles flairs apart in front of her in a “V”, all a man had to do was step between them and insert his dick in her mouth. As demanding of a task it was for the slave to bend forward and suck a cock, at least the heavy ball nipple weights rested on the ground.


Susan heard her master speaking in Spanish with Juan while she sucked Miguel off. She knew they were talking about her but had no idea what about. Finally when Miguel shot his full load into her mouth and stepped back did Trent speak to her. “Slave why have you been put through this week of punishment?” he asked her. Even though only Susan and Juan knew she was completely innocent her only recourse as a slave was to reply so she’d suffer the least amount of punishment. If she tried to explain to her master that she lied about Juan being over powered by the Japanese men because she thought she was protecting the boy, she knew she’d be punished for lying to her master and of course by now she knew the sadistic boy would deny everything. Susan knew even if her master had doubts, he’d believe the boy over a slave and this would gain her much worse punishment. “This slave failed you master by her reluctance on the slave platform last week.” She continued with the least acceptable story. What she detested the most was the grinning boy who not only got away with his deception but showed her absolutely no mercy all week while being he charge.


“Juan had made his choice for your punishment.” Trent began to inform her. Susan was about to complain. She’d had endured more agony in the last week than she ever had in her life but Trent noticed that she might object and raised his finger in a warning gesture. “I have been informed there will be a slave gladiator contest tomorrow. Several tourist slaves were entered by their masters. These slaves and master are role players and it would be very disgraceful for your master if one of these phony sluts won the contest. I have decided to enter you and your niece into the contest. Only if you survive as the winner, will I absolve you of your punishment however to be fair to Juan I am allowing him to come up with one form of hindrance for you to bear to start out the competition with. “Don’t you agree to be fair to the girl’s playing the role of a slave, a true pain slut like yourself would have too much of an edge against the likes of them?”


“Yes master.” She replied but in her heart hated to have to agree to such a suggestion.


“If you fail to finish as the overall winner, you will suffer the contest’s consequences as well as Juan’s suggestion to a pubic fucking by El Largo.” Susan knew he wasn’t giving her a choice but rather a decree. She was surprised to hear Pamela was down here too. She wondered about her husband’s well being too for the first time in over a week. “I’m going to have Miguel release you. I have a surprise for you.”


They untied her arms from the poles as well as removing the heavy nipple weights and the thick hook from her ass. For the first time in over 6 excruciating hours the blonde would not have to alter what part of her body would receive some form of pain.


Her tit cuffs remained locked on her and of course there was no way of removing her nipple rings. Still such relief felt like heaven. She rubbed her aching joints and muscles for as long as they allowed her before securing a ring gag in her mouth. Finally she was taken into Miguel’s torture toy shop. Susan’s eyes widened when she spotted Bob locked in a hanging wire cage. He too was gagged. He had been secured and gagged the whole trip done in the trunk of Trent’s car. This was the first time the couple had seen each other in weeks but Bob had been firmly warn if he didn’t completely follow Trent’s orders regarding his behavior towards his wife and follow his instructions, he’d earn her a bull whipping to her tits after a bout with his bullet ants. Bob couldn’t imagine such a torture. On the other hand he had no idea what his wife had already suffered by the hands of this sadistic group.


Bob kept telling himself in spite of how it may appear to his wife he had to show her resentment as instructed or she would suffer terribly.


“Slave, I’m sure you recall how hard you often made you husband with you playful exploits as a slut. Well Bobby here has been cock entertained with all the videos of your training and I think it’s time you show him how much of a real slut you are.”


Bob was taken out of the cage and told to lie on a bench. Susan was ordered to bend over at the waist and begin sucking him off. While bent over she would take Trent up her ass and if she didn’t get him off before her husband came, there would be a price to pay.


Neither of the married couple, of course knew of two small details. The water Bob was first given when he was first released from the trunk of the car was laced with Viagra. This along with the fact he hadn’t come in days. Bob already was hard and oozing precum just waiting. Then there was the fact, Trent just fucked their niece before sending her on her way.


A slave can never win.


Obediently, Susan lowered her strained open mouth over her husband’s raging cock. She tried not to move her tongue much in hopes of not adding extra stimulation to his dick. Trent slipped his semi hard greased cock in her ass. It slid in easily after all the hours of housing the harness hook. Susan worked her hips and began fucking her master’s cock while attempting to slight the one in her mouth.


Trent enjoyed his slave’s dilemma. She was eagerly fucking him in hopes her efforts would get him off while attempting to rebuff her own husband’s pleasure. On the other hand, she felt her husband’s cock growing with arousal. Of course she thought it was because he enjoyed his wife being fucked by another man right in front of him.


Bob began shooting his load just as Trent was getting hard again. He felt his slave’s ass opening contracting around his dick while moaning in obvious arousal. Soon Susan was lost in her own body’s needs. She fucked back on the dick in her ass while fanatically sucking on her husband’s cock. Bob could not hold back nor cared anymore who he was face fucking. He shot his load not down his wife’s throat but in this slut slave’s mouth.


Trent had won again. He smiled at his slave’s husband and began to fuck his slave in earnest. While holding her head down on Bob’s spent cock. He wanted the two of them to experience him fucking her now that they knew, a slave can never win.


*** TO BE CONTINUED ***




CHAPTER 39

( BOB LEARNS HIS WIFE’S ROLE )


Trent was up to his old tricks again. First he had threaten Susan with punishment if she didn’t get him off before her husband which she was both sucking Bob off and being fucked up the ass by her owner. With her husband laced with Viagra and Trent having just fucked her niece not long before hand, once more his slave was doomed.


For her failure, Trent ordered one of the men to go with the slut slave’s husband who will be leading his wife on a leash and offering her cunt, ass and mouth in that order to any non-slave man or woman at the town’s bars. Bob was not allowed to speak other than propositioning his wife’s assists.


They went from bar to bar where Bob practically begged everyone and anyone they encountered to fuck his slut wife and let her suck their dicks dry. If she didn’t drain fifty cocks by her scheduled slave platform slave service time, Trent told Bob her additional punishment would be on his hands.


Bob had not physically seen his wife in weeks. The videos of her punishments and session didn’t give him the total concept of just how much his wife could and was enduring. He was appalled at all the whip marks over her body but was even more shocked at whatever they had done to her nipples. The metal rings attached to her swollen nipples were obvious constant torture to her.


What Bob could not realize was that although her augmented nipples were extremely sensitive, they were also a source of constant stimulation to the naked slave. It was true because of there abnormal size her nipple rings often attached a lot of attention and abuse but oh how it so often made her cunt wet too.


Susan knew nothing about Trent’s promise of additional punishments to her if Bob failed to get fifty dicks into her. What she was experiencing was her husband, who she had not seen or spoken to since her kidnapping, offering her to men and calling her a fucking slut. If there was only some way to let him know just how bad the punishments could be if she didn’t obey and satisfy each and everyone her master ordered her to service. She knew she was being watched and judged closely so in spite of acting as the eager slut in the presents her husband, she went about her duties as required.


Most of the men were eager to fuck someone’s wife in front of the husband. It was actually not at all uncommon for a dominate husband, or wife for that much, to bring their spouse down here to have them gangbanged and used by other. What was unheard of was this slave was for sale too. The added excitement was from the rumors that the man holding this slave’s leash wasn’t in full agreement with the whole set up.


As Bob went from stranger to strange offering her to them, Susan began wondering if this was his way of payback for her getting them and Pamela into this mess. She wondered if he knew of her master’s intentions of actually selling her soon. Could this be Bob’s way of getting final revenge for her sins? The few times she briefly dared to glance up at her husband as he offered her ass to yet another man, she wasn’t sure if his expression was one of disgust for her or shame. She never had much time to determine this as cocks kept reaming her ass or shoved in her face.


The man in charge of watching over Bob and Trent’s slave was often offered drinks by the patrons who got to fuck the blonde American slave. The more he drank the more he used a short whip on Susan’s ass to either hurry her along on her hands and knees to the next bar or just for fun on her tits as she was being fucked by someone. Bob often flinched at just how hard his blows rained down on his wife’s naked flesh. The snapping of the braids was followed by a crush splattering of her tit’s or ass’ flesh. Susan often moaned or cried but fought to concentrate on whatever task she was doing. Bob stared at how repeated blows to an area began bruising and welting. When they were struck Susan jerked even more uncontrollably.  Bob wanted so much to grab the whip from the bastard and pick up his wife off her hands and knees and run away with her but he knew is was useless. Not only would his actions gain her even crueler tortures but probably his niece too, where ever she was at that moment.


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Pam did not feel very much like anybody’s favored slave at the moment. Her tits locked in the extremely restrictive metal tit cuffs had turned a dark purplish color and had become so sensitive that even a breeze felt a little bit like they were being sliced by the little gusts. This added to the fact that the slightest jiggle hurt terribly but of course it was her new large tortured tits which attracted a lot of attention along with her gagged offering of herself. Pam learned with the ring gag locked in her mouth, men would use her mouth not only to pleasure their cocks but to relieve themselves too. At first she tried pulling away from a stream of piss but this got her a beating that convinced her even the pungent smell and taste of someone’s piss was better than a repeat of added punishments.


However it was at this point in time, when a certain well dressed, very young, dark complexion guy spotted her as they came into yet another bar. Pam made the biggest mistake of her life. The young man, who had to be even younger than Pam herself, gave her handler some money just before grabbing Pam’s leash and began slapping her tits with the palm of his hands. Pam’s reaction was to pull away. She discovered she was stronger than this boy.  However, her instinctive defensive reaction pulled the rope leash through his hands which caused a rope burn and cunt. The reaction of anyone who saw this told Pam this was not good. Even several of the burly intimidating men actually looked shock and stood silently as someone quickly came to attend to the boy’s wounded hand while two huge, hooked nose men grabbed her arms and held her.


The well dressed boy screamed something in a foreign language and the bar owner approached. “Who’s slave are you?” the owner asked before repeating the question in Spanish to the man with her.


“I am Master Trent’s favored slave.” Pam replied boldly not wanting herself to be confused with any of the other lowly slaves of this town like her Aunt Susan.


The boy stepped forward and slapped her tit so hard with his uncut hand that Pam was close to blacking out from the single blow. “You are an American, no?” he asked with a kind of snarl.


“Pam now, feeling just how vulnerable she was in this situation answered without the attitude. “Sir, yes sir. I am an American but I am not like any of the slave’s for sale. I am Master Trent’s favored slave.”


The teenage boy’s laugh at her statement and tore into Pam as she was held naked with her very dark purplish tits rising and falling with her nervous panting. “Every cunt here is for sale for the right price.” He retorted. “I could buy the Regional Territorial Governor’s wife for the right price, slave. Your Master Trent’s favored tit slave could be had in a matter of minutes if I wanted such a worthless slave as the likes of you.” His laughing at her and the arrogant teenage boy’s posture just upset Pamela Powers.


It was one thing to be in her situation servicing and being looked upon by older mature men. In a bizarre way it was almost flattering, if many of the things which happen to her didn’t end with some sort of disgusting torment but to have to try and pretend she was a lowly slave to a boy younger than herself was too much for the beautiful smug girl. His touch of her wet cunt was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Don’t touch me you little bastard.” She yelled even before considering what and whom she was talking to.


Unfortunately for any slave in this town whether one with her husband role playing or even a supposedly a favored slave of a slaver, refusing anything along with insubordination would not and could not be tolerated. The bar’s owner told Pam’s handler to go get Trent Williams. Meanwhile the slave was positioned under a pulley in the center of the bar and its rope tied to the center links of Miguel’s tit cuffs. Pam’s screams could be heard outside the bar as she was pulled up by her tits, turning slowly as she hung completely by her tits.


The teenage boy was handed a soft multi-thong breast whip which he immediately handed to one of the two huge goons who was there to obviously assist him in any way possible.


The teen gave some command in a language other than Spanish and the thug began whipping each of Pam’s tits which by this point were nearly black from loss of blood as she hung from them.


Pam’s screams were loud and long. No one in the place could know the young girl’s tits, which were artificially augmented, were already extra sensitive from the injections. This coupled with the extreme pain any woman would feel from being hung by her tits was unbearable. Well, unbearable in the sense it was extremely torturous however a tied hung slave has no choice but to endure everything others want to suffer.


It took about 15 lashes before the young slave passed out. The whole time, the dark complexion teenage boy simply stood before the pleading flailing victim and looked her in the eyes whenever she was not screaming her head off.


It didn’t take Trent long before he arrived at the bar, however his slave had already passed out and was lowered to the floor. Trent and the young man spoke at a table near the unconscious slave who was being worked on to revive her.


Pam awoke into a world of pain. Her breasts were on fire. Although she was no longer hanging from them, the exceedingly restraining cuffs were still locked at the base of each tit which were now covered with thin red lines etched into each tit. Trent kicked his slave’s ass. “Crawl to Prince Aber and lick his boots to apologize for your actions slut.”


The suffering slave knew she was in real trouble and did her best to comply by using her tongue to clean the teenage boy’s half boots. It was a disgusting act, a humiliating act, to do this with everyone in the place watching her willing pay homage to someone’s boots while knowing it was because she wasn’t subservient enough to just allow anything to be done to and with her body. Her owner’s body to be more correct.


Ever since Pam had, sort of, accepted her captivity as being real, things in her life changed. She began fantasizing about the possibilities of slavery, a slavery as she imagined it. She envisioned nights with a lot of fucking, perhaps some spankings and playful chastisements. But that sort of life was in store for the slave girls and wives down here that were just role playing, not for a genuine slave property like Pamela Powel.


The still woozy slave barely heard her master explaining how this slut was not trained nor broken as a slave. The boy replied that this was good. It made the white cunt blush with shame which was good too.


Pam so badly wanted to apologize to her master for her actions and get back into his good graces but she knew better than to speak. The slave just continue licking the boots before her. This was her only purpose. She was a non-participant while her master and the teen spoke of her as some flawed object at their feet. 


The final act of degradation was when the boy raised up his boot, looked at it and simply kicked the naked girl away from him. Pam went sprawling on the dirty bar floor. Everyone was looking down at her nakedness but there was not the lust in their eyes but rather the looks of disgust.


Pam made a move to get up but she was forced back down to the floor when one of the men simply placed his foot on her shoulder to hold her down. The boy stood up and kicked Pam’s legs apart, exposing her even more lewdly and shamefully. The teen worked the tip of his boot slightly between Pam’s open cunt. The fought her own  instincts so as not to show the slightest objection with his action. “Fuck my boot, American slut, until you cum for all to see what a whore you are.”


Pam was utterly humiliated as she began to gyrate her hips against the sole of his boot. People once more began to talk and laugh as they watched the slave work hard at getting herself off under such circumstances. The girl had to tune it all out  in order to concentrate on her actions. It took awhile before she finally came to the point of climax and once in the thaws of her orgasm, the teen kicked her squarely between her open thighs before turning and leaving her on the floor squirming in her climax.


When it was over, Trent ordered the man he had placed in charge of his slave to remove her from the bar. The naked girl crawled on all fours across the bar room floor. Both men and the few non-slave women who where there, took the opportunity as she crawled through the crowd, to slap her ass, pinch her nipples or shove a finger up her open cunt. Never before had Pam felt such humiliation as they laughed at her situation. Everyone knew she was in trouble and would be punished soon. The slow crawl among “normal” people, fully clothed people, enjoying her humiliation gave the young slave a whole new perspective of what sort of life may be in store for her.


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As for Susan, her attitude as a slave had already changed dramatically over the past terrifying week in this Mexican town. She did everything she could to please and obey each and every man, woman or child who demanded anything of her. This was all done in the presents of her husband, who understood the situation but was still shocked at just how compliant and zealous his once sexually tentative wife was conducting herself. There was no way for the often caged, Bob Banks, to know that his loving wife had painfully learn time and time again how just the slightest of a violation could merit her brutal punishments. As a slave here, even if she did everything perfect, it was possible to receive punishment just because the men wanted to see her suffer.


But to Bob, he saw his beautiful blonde wife eagerly sucking cocks and balls, licking and kissing each dick fervently. When fucked, she not only readily open herself but fucked back like a crazed nymphomaniac on uppers and then begged to clean the cock that fucked either her cunt or ass. Could this be his Susan?


Both Susan and Pam spent 4 hours on the slave platform in the park that evening being fucked, whipped and sucking cocks. Both wore ring gags so they could not communicate with each other however, Susan did notice the hateful looks her niece would give her while she was being abuse. Susan knew it was her fault her niece was in this situation however by this point she was beyond simple guilt. Her niece’s, her husband’s and of course her own life was changed forever and she was in no position to change any of the past. All she could do was hope to make the next day, hell more like the next hour or next few minutes, slightly easier for them and hopefully her self too.


Just before being released for the night, several of the town’s women came upon the slave platform. Susan remembered a couple being extremely sadistic with her days before hand. Pam watched in both horror and with her own bit of vindictive satisfaction as theses women attached the dreaded bowling ball size weight to Susan’s nipple rings which stretched her over size nipples drastically downward before using a small cane to target the extended tits and nipples.


Susan’s cries and the women’s laughter was heard down the street. “American slut, you have no idea just how much pain you have in store for the rest of your life. You better learn to love such pain because you will get more of this than the pleasure you get from fucking our men’s cocks.” One of them said as they took turns caning the tender nipples and tits until there was no place on them that wasn’t severely bruised.


Once the women left the stage, Pam looked at her aunt’s bruised and swollen nipples. As a women Pam felt empathy knowing how horrible they had to feel but as a slave in her position, a position her aunt put her in, she also enjoyed seeing the heavy weight slowly swaying from her aunt’s tits. She waited all day to see this bitch suffer.


Both slaves were taken from the stage by different handlers. Pam went with some man who locked her in a cage behind Miguel’s warehouse while Juan came for Susan but with special instructions from Trent.


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Trent and Juan agreed tomorrow’s loser just had to be the slut Susan but Miguel informed Trent that once all the gladiator slut slave’s were in the arena nothing could be done in order to fix the fight. However he informed them, that is not to say an exhausted slut or a slut weaken by hours or perhaps a whole night of fucking could not be entered into the contest.


Their plans for Susan’s night along with Juan’s promised choice of an encumbrance for the punished slave should be assurance enough for Susan Bank’s date with El Largo.


The plan was quit simple. The fucking American slut slave would be obligated to live up to this name. Juan had solicited the eager assistance of a few of the resentful town wives. All Susan would be required to do would be to fuck herself upon a thick knobby dildo set in the floor of Miguel’s warehouse. They said if the slut likes fucking down here in Mexico so much they would give the whore a chance to do so all night. Of course there were a few little additions to her fucking requirement.


The moment Susan and Juan entered the back room of Miguel’s warehouse Susan tensed with apprehension while her pussy almost instantly began to mushroom  and open like a flower greeting the morning sun. Over the past weeks, Susan Banks had never felt such betrayal by her own body. With weeks of experience she easily could guess any kind of contraption with electrical wires and chains attached to it along with a thick knobby cruel looking dildo topping it meant more pain and yet her slut cunt seemed to be begging to mount and fuck it. Even her permanently hard nipples swelled even more. Whatever anticipation Susan might have had for a little rest looked to be hopeless. If she only knew just how right she was.


Standing next to the machine was one of the women she had encountered a few times over the week. She held a soft whip in her hand. The slave immediately resigned herself to accepting yet another whipping.


By the time Juan, with the assistance of the town woman, secured Sue upon the device, she already realized things would be worse than she’d thought. What she didn’t know is a slave like her could never know just how brutal they could be to such a slave.


The thick knobby dildo pulled, stretched and jammed into her cunt as she lowered herself down. It was painful enough with the 6 inched which impaled her but this was just the start. Juan attached thin cable lines to each of her nipple rings then led these lines down to rings she had not noticed imbedded into the floor boards. Both Juan and the women pulled on these lines forcing Susan to lower herself as much as possible to compensate for the downward tug of her nipples. With the dildo shoved deep with her cunt and the cables drawn directly downward rather then slightly outwards, Sue could not simply bend forward to relieve the tug of the cables but rather was forced to squat awkwardly.


Once the cables were secured in place Juan moved behind the slave and positioned some kind of rings on the pole that held the dildo. He showed the woman something and was obviously explaining how it worked while he locked the slaves wrists into cuffs behind her back.


The woman came in front of the American slave and spoke English to her. “Slut you like to fuck so much we figured it was time we fucked you. The cock in your dirty American cunt represents all our men’s cocks you took from us this week. And it will be a reminder of how we can make you pay in the future for stealing our men’s cum. This you say is not fair. That is not to matter. A slave here is less than one of the bitches roaming the street and yet you dare fuck our men. Hear me well slave. No one here cares the slightest what you might think is fair. You will be used as each feels they want. If our men want to fuck the slut they will and if we want to make you pay for taking their cum then you damn well will feel our fury for existing as a fuck slave. Then there are others like Juan here who will enjoy just giving you pain. It is all as it should be.”


Susan tried not to show her fear at what she was hearing. She knew there would never be a day here where a slave could win. Thank goodness with Trent ready to sell her, they would be leaving this depraved place soon.


Juan went to some sort of control box on the wall and turned a mechanical timer. Once more Susan felt the sting of zapping electricity within her cunt. She screamed but saw little way to avoid the jolting zaps. “Listen to me cunt.” The woman screamed above Susan’s moans and cries. “There is only one way to stop the electricity shooting up into your cunt and that is to rise up on the cock inside of your cunt. When you reach a point, it will turn off anywhere from 15 seconds up to 2 minutes”


Susan painfully pulled herself up which of course made her tug on her own nipples even more as she did so. Just as the woman explained, the torturous power stopped when she rose up a meager 3 inches. Meanwhile her tits and nipples were stretched downward as much. Susan once more spread her legs to lower herself to a point where she was not tugging on her own nipples.


Juan gave his adios, smiled at the blonde slave and left. “He has locked the control box with his key. No one can stop the timer.” She said just before another jolt sparked with Susan’s cunt. This time she immediately lifted up to stop the terrible pain. The woman waited until the slave stopped her whimpering before continuing. “Now that your cunt is full as you like it, start fucking or I will use this to help you.” She said holding the whip before Susan.


Susan did her best to comply and started fucking the thick knobby cock. The cables and restraints prevented her from being able to stand completely straight. She’d have to rely on holding herself up with her leg and thigh muscles in a wide squatting position but within a few minutes her hunched legs and thighs already were beginning to burn from the strain.


By fifteen minutes the slave could not determine what hurt more, the electrical shocks up and through her cunt, the yanking and pulling on her nipples and tits or her aching leg muscles. Suddenly another form of pain exploded across her ass. Swish, splat…. The woman behind her began beating the American slut’s ass as she shriek at the slave about how she stole her husband’s cum the last several night. With everything else, Susan’s ass received perhaps 20 or 30 lashes before the thick leather strap was tossed on the floor before the first of several infuriated women of the town had gotten her frustrations out on the blonde slave.


Over the next 6 hours, 8 more wives or girl friends added their layer of revenge not only to her ass but thighs and tits all the while she was forced to deal with Juan’s torture too.


***** TO BE CONTINUED ****

CHAPTER 40

( BIG TIME LOOSER  )


It was a little after 5 in the morning when Miguel came in to check on Trent’s slave. The woman who was tormenting her at the time informed Miguel the slave was very unresponsive to either any sexual stimulation or punishment pain. She was no fun at all.


Miguel called for Juan to unlock Susan and to chain her by the ankle in the last lower stall of the barn. He Juan to her sleep until noon before getting her ready for the gladiator contest. There was little reason, other than the fact Susan Banks was a lowly slave, to chain her in the stall. After hours of holding herself spread open and in a painful semi-squatting position, Susan could not even stand up let alone run away. Her calves and thigh muscles were staining for hours while her cunt was rammed raw by the large dildo. She couldn’t even walk to the barn where they dropped her upon the mule piss saturated straw floor. The way the animal stalls were laid out, the lower last stall was the drainage point in the barn. Both horse and mule piss and shit would be flushed and drained down in that direction. Besides the overpowering stench at the basin, there were hundreds of biting flied about. Normally every morning an attendant hosed out the trough where the waste built up, however, for their special guest, they had planned on using this last stall as the blonde slave’s boudoir so they let 3 days of build up occur. This was why the hay in the last stall was so soaked with waste. The back up drain was directly under this slave animal bedding.


Of course all of this was done to make the slave as humiliated and uncomfortable as possible. In spite of the vile conditions, Susan fell asleep in minutes.


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Things varied for the other contestants from being fucked by their husbands or boy friends to simply being exposed naked once more to any patron at the ranches they may have been staying at. Compared to her aunt, Pam had an easy time of her night and morning. She did sleep in a cage but wasn’t bothered other than by her own thoughts from the day before and how she could make thing up to her master.


She was taken from the cage at about 8:30 AM and given a light breakfast before giving blow jobs to Miguel, Miguel’s cook, Juan and Roberto before spreading herself open for her Master’s morning fucking. The gag assured she could not speak but she was sure his mood was better than yesterday. He eagerly fucked her tight cunt before getting up and leaving her cuffed to the bed.


At least, Pam felt she and not her Aunt Susan got her Master’s sperm this morning.  Pam laid cuffed to her bed an just imagined her aunt was probably fucking half the town’s men or something like that. “The slut deserves whatever she gets.” She thought to herself.


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Even in a town filled with kinky couples and sadistic guest and locals, the type of slave gladiator day which was planned for this day, was somewhat a special treat. Often when kinky couples came down their might be cat fights set up between two or possibility three submissive but today there would be a total of 8 female participants. It was said they were randomly paired up in teams, however Susan and her niece were deliberately paired as a team. This made for an interesting dilemma for Pam. She was told she needed to win to gain favor back with Master Trent but she also wanted her aunt to be the first one out so she would have to suffer what everyone was calling the fate of El Largo, whatever that was. She gave it a lot of thought and decided if she could please her master then perhaps he would still allow her to punish her aunt before he sold the old bitch. Her only concern was whether or not her aunt could compete with any other younger slaves like herself.


Pam felt much better about their chances when she first saw the remaining 6 women. One was a small Vietnamese girl perhaps not much more than 5 foot and weighing maybe a hundred pounds. Teamed with her was chunky black woman who was sweating like a pig in the already 88 degree morning heat. The next team consisted of a woman perhaps older than her Aunt Susan. Her husband or male friend didn’t seem to care much about the contest other than getting pictures of her in the game. Coupled with her was a slim tall girl who apparently couldn’t speak English. The last team maybe some competition for Pam and her aunt. Both girls gave the appearance they might be lesbos. They actually entered themselves in the competition. One was obviously the dominate of the couple but they seemed more interested in playing with each other than doing any real combat.


Pam hadn’t as of yet seen her aunt. Miguel said something about the lazy sow was sleeping in her pig pen but would be ready when the contest would begin. First however all of the slave’s masters, or in the case of the lesbos, the mistress, had to come up with an agreed upon hindrance for all the entered contestants and then in what order to use the selected restraints and/or burdens imposed for the loosing team of each round.


To most of the play acting doms, the town chosen round loser implements seemed pretty nasty but in the end all the doms signed the so called official agreement forms which in the eyes of the locals, as well as regional officials, was a binding agreement that their slaves would compete fully in the contest and punishments for the day.


The rules were pretty simple.


The slaves would be naked except for any designated incumbencies.


They would fight in the enclosed courtyard with no specific limitations on style or methods.


Each gladiator would be given a surrender ball to be held in one hand.

The first slave to yield her surrender ball would be the round’s overall loser but for the team to loose, they had to defeated both team slave’s.

Every surrendering slave would get an added hindrance to endure into the next round. Obviously the first one to surrender would merit the worse encumbrance and she would also be given 10 demerits.


Even the gladiators who won would try to avoid gaining demerit as the demerits would become the number of lashes each of the slave participants would receive by the lotto winners later that evening.


The gladiators began to don their master’s chosen obstacle. The lezbo team wore extremely tight corsets and high heels. To most people of this heartless community, corsets were hardly considered a burden unless you tried to do strenuous activity like fighting in a contest for the skin of your ass. Reluctantly it was accepted.


The second team, was the other older submissive and the slight European girl. The older slave had a butt plug shoved up her ass and strapped in place while her teammate’s dom chose for his slave to wear a head harness with a large dildo shoved down her throat. It was later learn Joanna was brought here this weekend to break her reluctance of sucking any cock before her. The small Asian girl, was made to wear 6 inch spiked heals. She had difficulty enough walking in them let alone being able to show the least bit of agility in them. Her partner, the heavy set black woman, had a small spiked balls hanging from her already pierced cunt lips. She walked bowlegged to avoid the sharp spikes. Pam a was relieved when she saw this since the heavier woman might have been a physical presences which she’d have to deal with.


Finally Miguel came out with her impediment. It was the pair of tit cuffs she was forced to endure all the day before but with an added twist. There was a chain linked to the middle of the tit cuff’s links which had a hook on the end. They bent Pam at the waist and moved the chain and hook between her legs and worked the end of the hook up into her asshole. When she stood straight, the chain pulled uncomfortably.


All the contestants wrists then were cuffed behind their backs. The owners and masters wanted a cunt fight but without the bitch’s talons available to them.


It wasn’t until, they brought the slut slave Susan Banks into the prepping area, that Pam began to worry about her team’s chances.


Not only did they secure Susan’s tits in cuffs with the ass chain like Pam was restrained in but her aunt had a pair of 6 inch iron rings hanging from her nipples rings and unlike any of the other contestants, her wrists were first cuffed in front, then pulled up over her head and another chain ran down her back and was connected to the ass hook. This forced her to stand absolutely straight.  Any turning of her upper body made her tits pull on the chain in front and her wrists pulled on the same hook from the cuffed wrists held behind her upper back. She was whimpering as she moved mainly because her ass hook was hollowed out with small holes drilled in the tube. The hooked tube was then filled with the region’s strongest jalapeño peppers ground up so they would slowly ooze out into the slave’s asshole. All this along with her stiff sore muscles and joints from her night long ordeal made her stagger wearily into the room. Pam immediately knew her fucken aunt would be of  little help in this bizarre combat.


She went up to her aunt, who was barely focusing on what her niece told her. “You listen to me cunt. You might enjoy all this pain shit but I intend on winning to make my master proud of me so you better do your part. So help me if you fuck with me, I’ll make sure you suffer more than a few little restraints making you uncomfortable.”


“Sorry, sorry for everything.” Was all Sue could get out before they were hustled to a door which led to the courtyard where the fight would take place.


It was a perfect day for a cunt gladiator fighting. In just the short staging time the temperature had risen to the upper 90s. The sun was baking the sandy grounds. The town’s people knew any slave knocked to the ground would be in for an additional treat. First the sand was as hot as any beach any of these cunts might have ever encountered so when one of these pampered bodies hit the ground it would feel like they were tossed into a frying pan. And besides enjoying the look of sex glistening bodies in battle, that perspiration will also gather sand. And make their soft indulged skin feel like sand paper.


The slaves were finally paraded out into the court. They were positioned in a circle which was about 50 feet in circumference. Each team member stood across from one another as Miguel read the rules to the crowd sitting in the raised shaded areas all around the court yard. All the girls had the feel this was how it felt to be in the coliseum with everyone hoping to witness their elimination in the most painful and humiliating fashion.


As the naked women stood in the blazing heat, it was obvious to all of them just which one was the weakest contestant. Attacking the most vulnerable would be the most obvious strategy. It would leave only her team mate to conquer if they could dispose of her quickly.


A gun shot singled the start of the fight. A fight performed with naked bodies ramming into one and other along with kicking and whatever other way one of the fighters might gain an advantage.


Apparently the six opposing gladiators had the same idea. They all went for Sue, who was surrounded immediately. Pam’s only prospects was to try and keep as many of the half dozen away from her aunt.


She went after the skinny European girl and easily managed to cut her out of the attacking bodies. The crowd loved the action. Often times at these events, slaves would jockey for position and not let anyone get near them but these bitches were attacking the cunt that the town women loathed with a passion.


In Susan’s conditions and with such odds, it didn’t take long for the 4 girls attacking her to knock her to the ground while Pam was hoping to get an easy victory over the skinny bitch. What she did not anticipate was her partner coming to her rescue. With her full attention on her attack, she never saw the heavy set black girl charging her. In one quick collision, Pam went flying.


Meanwhile the 4 remaining women assaulting Susan quickly realized just how much of a disadvantage Sue had with the 6 inch nipple rings. Even with limited use of their cuffed wrists, two of the women placed a foot through each of the rings pinning Susan down to the ground by her own nipples. This made it easy for the two lesbians with their spiked heels to go to work on Susan’s most sensitive areas of her exposed body.


Sue held out enduring the pain as long as she could until it became so unbearable she finally cried out her submission. Pam cursed her aunt’s failure knowing the consequences.


A defeated and weaken Susan Banks laid on the ground as the balance of the women knew it best to join forces and defeat the other teammate. Pam got a few good kicks and knee blows at both the heavy black woman and her partner until the swarm of other joined in. Twice she was able to break away from the group but with so much energy spent eventually Pam too surrendered.


As the remaining contestants surrendered one by one, Susan already knew she was the one doomed today. In spite of the fact, they were all suppose to be submissive slaves competing in a bizarre competition, Susan discovered even fellow submissive can be cruel and sadistic when they get a taste of power over another woman. Round after round  her additional encumbrances added up.  All the others, including her niece, took special delight not only in defeating her but did so in as painful of a manor as was possible. The huge nipple rings were used to immobilize her but they would slowly increase her suffering as she struggled to hold out. Why she didn’t know. Perhaps it was because of some still guilt about her niece’s fate but Susan endured as much pain as she could stand before finally succumbing first in each of the rounds. Unfortunately for Pam she came down second in 4 out of the six rounds.


By the end of the contest, Susan just laid on the hot gravel. Her body was covered with sweat and dirty. She cringed at hearing the announcement that she would receive 60 lashes for the demerits she earn as well as her date with El Largo. The crowd cheered her sentencing. All Susan could think of was to try and endure this day and night no matter how terrible the things she had in store before leaving with Master Trent to go back to her cell back in the states and await her sale. How things have changed. She was actually looking forward to being sold and being done with these sadistic people.


Susan laid wheezing on the ground in pain from the beating of the contest along with the many added restraints she earned, her niece walked up to her and kicked her between her parted legs as viciously as she could. Susan jolted up and screamed.


“You fucken cunt.” Pam screamed. “You couldn’t even do this one thing to help me back in my Master’s good graces. I hope what they have planned for you is as humiliating and painful as they are saying.” Pam repeated her kick with the cheers of those still standing around the court yard.


*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

CHAPTER 41


( WELCOME TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE )


The most horrible wave of shame filled Bob as he sat in the company of some of the town’s women who were cheering while watching his wife’s sweaty body being stretched, stomped and pummeled upon out on the hot courtyard ground. The short leg tether she earn as another constraint after round 3 left her nearly totally helpless in the competition. Even a slight bump and Sue would stumble with no way of catching herself. Once on the ground, someone’s foot would step on one of the large nipple rings holding her down. After that it was a simple matter of another contestant placing her foot through the other ring and simply using their feet and legs they’d pull on Susan’s augmented and sensitive ringed nipples. Even a slave like Susan Banks who had endure so much over the past week could only handle so much pain to such a sensitive part of her body. During the final three rounds her fellow competitors actually prolonged the time of her torture before forcing her to give up. They would kick and pull her tits or force her legs open while a well placed spiked heel would grind away at her clit or ram up into her cunt but to the delight of the crowd they would keep her at a high pain threshold then back off slightly.


It was during these times, that one or another of the town women would begin playing with Bob’s cock either with her hand or lips.  They kept him at a heighten state of arousal while they all watched his beautiful wife thrashing about in pain. True, he was cuffed and helpless but Bob could not help feeling ashamed to be so highly aroused by this stimulation but even more so by what he was watching. Over the course of the competition they managed keep Bob hard and excited for the full hour plus competition as well as bring him to two powerful climaxes. Something he never had achieved during any romantic sessions in bed with his wife.


Bob knew watching the female slut slave’s efforts to fight and being beaten into painful submission was a titillating realization. Only after coming down from the sexual maddening high did he realize his enjoyment came from witnessing his own wife’s suffering body, anguishing screams and cruel mauling she had just endured.


In a sexual fog, he watched as the battered body of his blonde wife was cruelly dragged face down through the blistering sand before being tossed into a horse water trough. Susan barely struggled as she sank into the water where she could have drown were it not for Juan pulling her up by the nipple rings and placing a wooden pole though them to hold her body up. This was where and how they would allow the loser to rest. Still secured with all the ropes and belt on her wrists, elbows and ankles, she could do nothing but remain in a half floating, half nipple dangling watery suspension. Yet, this wasn’t  enough for the town’s women. They encouraged their husbands, boyfriends and others to piss on the loser’s face and in her mouth as she attempted to bring her head up for life sustaining air. Even Bob was forced to straddle the trough, shove his dick into his wife’s  mouth and before they taking him away.


Susan choked several times when several heavy streams of urine kept on target down her throat, forcing her to swallow as much and as quickly as possible. Finally when she was left alone, the once normal suburban wife gathered her thoughts. She told herself this was almost over and life as someone’s slave has to be a hundred times better that this.

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Two hours passed in her so called rest period. While men and women drank and talked about the gladiator contest in several close by air conditioned cantinas. They only ventured out to relieve themselves on the woman floating in the smelly mixture of warm water and piss. At some point a battery operated cattle prod was placed next to the trough to encourage the floating urinal to fully cooperate and open her mouth wide for both men and women to piss down. She was forced to swallow so much piss that several times she had to add to the foul water by letting her own bladder empty.


In spite of all the discomfort and pain she was in, Sue found it in herself to chuckle when she thought of the many long hot bubble baths she had enjoyed. This however was the only kind of luxury bath a slave could anticipate.


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During Sue’s relaxation period the slave’s who earned demerits were awarded their lashes. None of the participants other than Pam and of course Susan had earned more than 20 lashes. Lottery winners were given the privilege of delivering these punishments.


With a little bribery, the young man who showed a liking to Pam acquired the rights to her 40 lashes. The young boy sat directly in front of Pamela who was tautly spread-eagled out between two support posts as one of his burley body guards held an eight cord leather flogger preparing to thrash her open body.


Even in this town, with whippings being a common event, few of these people hadn’t seen such an attack on a woman’s breasts as Pam was given. The blows rained down so hard that even Pamela’s newly engorged and ultra sensitized tits compressed under his powerful blows. Pam frantically screamed and cried for mercy from the boy who was obviously responsible for such a sadistic punishment.


Pam passed out by the 6th lash but was quickly revived to suffer further. She again nearly passed out after the 9th blow as the eight stands caught the underside of both tits with a quick vicious upward stroke.


After the tenth blow, she barely heard Miguel announce that this was the limit with such a whip upon a slave’s breasts. Then Miguel was interrupted by the boy who said she will take all 20 of her lashes on her fucken American utters. Miguel looked to the slave’s owner who simply nodded his head. The flogging continued.


Pam immediately began pleading for mercy. The boy stood up which temporarily stopped her whipping. “Never slut. A cocky American spoiled cunt like you will never receive mercy from me or anyone again. You are a slave who’s pain and suffering is only to excite cocks so they will dump their cum into or on you. “ The boy possessed an appearance of self-poise for his years. He grin at the beautiful older girl pleading in pain before everyone.  “Money is far more influential than beauty.” he stated in an almost soft   voice.  “Money can afford one the pleasure of enjoying witnessing a young beautiful American cunt like you, scream and suffer. I enjoy knowing in your previous life you probably got whatever you wanted with your sexy looks, but now it will only earn you torture !” he nearly was whispering in her ear. “Continue harder !” he shouted as he sat back down in the chair.


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By early evening, it was time for the main event. There was a completely new ominous air about the town and its kinky occupants and guests.  Even someone like Susan Banks, who had already dealt with such a variety of sadistic ordeals, felt a whole new frightful awareness.  Some of the town folks, who had not been in one of the bars or at the punishment events, were making their way to the small park where many of the guests and slaves had already convene.


Susan had been given nourishment and more rest before Miguel, Juan and a few of the local men went with Bob to retrieve his wife for the last of the day‘s events. With her, scrapes, cuts and bruises worked on by Dr. Munos, Susan  knew they wanted her to be as refreshed and responsive as possible to whatever they had planned for her.


“Take these.” Dr. Munos’ nurse ordered, handing Susan a cup of water and some pills.


Susan couldn’t care less what they were making her take. She didn’t think these people could do much more than they had already done. She was wrong again.


Susan thought she noticed a slight look of pity as she handed the empty cup back to the topless nurse. She was sure she wanted to tell her something but dared not speak. They placed a simple collar with a leash around Susan’s neck but without any other restraints other than her permanent nipple rings. Bob was made to lead his slut slave wife out into the street and down to the park where everyone awaited her.


The blonde’s heart began to pound when she saw all the cruel smirks on so many of their faces. In the center of the group was some sort of wooden frame bench.  Neither Sue nor Bob could figure out what it was for. The frame looked sort of like a small saw horse used to blockage a road or hallway. The only difference was the back set of legs were extended way out to the sides and there was a pair of heavy wooden blocks on the opposite side of the frame.


Bob was forced to leave his wife. His wrists were cuffed behind his back. Someone unzipped his pants so his own wife could see how just much this excited him. Bob’s cock stood straight and hard as he too anticipated something cruel was about to happen to his wife.


Susan’s breasts rose and fell as they prodded her toward the wooden rack.  She seemed to feel weak and yet very aroused along with being naturally panic stricken. One set of pills the nurse had given her was a type of muscle relaxant while the other was a very effective stimulant.


They forced Susan to bend at the waist until her stomach rested on the cross piece of the wooden horse. Her wrists were tied wide to the sides and outstretched. She felt a tugging on her nipple rings and soon both her nipples and tits were drawn downward and tied to a stake in the ground,  Finally ropes were tied at her knees and these were pulled so she was forced wide open.


Some of the reason she felt so hot was because of the stimulate which was induced but she was a natural when it came to such exposure and helplessness.


Someone from the crowd announced Susan’s punishment for being the grand prize loser. One by one each individual there would be allowed to give the slut at least one of her 60 lashes. A long riding crop along with short leather thong whip was placed beside the wide open slave.  Bob was brought over so Susan could suck his cock as they began to whip his wife. If at anytime she stopped or slowed her sucking, she’d get 10 additional lashes added to her total. But worse of all was if Bob came while she sucked him, they would start over from that point.


Bob felt total shame as his hard cock throbbed in his wife’s mouth while she pleasured him. In spite of his best efforts there was no way he could stop himself from cumming. Unfortunately for Susan, with all the climaxes he had been given that day he held out long than normal. It didn’t happen until her 34 lash. It was such a strong orgasm he actually stepped forward to shove his dick deeper down her throat. Several minutes after coming down from such stimulation did the fact hit him he personally merited his wife the additional lashes. Pam could not hold back a gleeful chuckle when it was announced. The whipping would begin all over again.


Poor Susan had no way of knowing why the whip and straps seemed so much more painful than she had experienced in the past. The nerve stimulant worked well.


More men used her mouth while she finally endured the 94 total striped across her ass, tits, thighs and back. Susan swallowed 8 loads of cum in the process.


As she gasped for air, dripping wet in her own sweat which also stung any open cuts, she heard someone announced it was time to introduce the puta to El Largo.


Susan tried as best to look up. She was sure she was about to see some huge man or something similar however to her surprise what she did see was Juan leading a pony out toward her. In spite of the pain that was radiating from her whipping, Susan nearly laughed when she saw the cute pony until she noticed something dark and thick swaying under it.


Someone in the group introduced the visitors to El Largo. He explained the animal was a mix between a pony and a miniature horse. Then he went on to inform the group that one common trait of miniature a horse is their abnormally large cocks in comparison to their size. He told them they could use one of the full size stallions however the slut wouldn’t be good for fucking ever again. Then he reassured the crowd, the slave would feel more stuffed and fucked than ever in her life and they would assure her ride would not be an enjoyable one for the grand prize loser.


El Largo was walked up behind the spread open slave. Pam was called over to have the privilege of guiding the animal’s huge cock in her aunt’s cunt. After all she was promised some part in her Aunt Susan’s torture.  “It’s too big.” She stated questioningly as the pony’s dick pressed at her aunt’s cunt. They told her to proceed. She’d been given a muscle relaxant so her cunt would open enough to accept the huge shaft.


Inch by agonizing inch the cock of an animal entered into Susan’s Bank’s love canal. At first she fought it but with her tits and nipples pulled painfully downward she finally gave up fighting and only screamed to the delight of the mob.


Two men helped walk the pony forward using the blocks of wood on the other side to help support its front hoofs and steady the somewhat skittish small horse.


Everyone watched as the slave’s head bucked up and down while more and more cock rammed up into her until she felt the warmth of the horse’s balls up against her ass. Another man got down and clamped something around the pony’s cock. The horse kicked when it felt this but it was done. His cock would remain hard and erect until they removed the restraint around it. They didn’t worry much about animal’s right in this town. And of course what the animal was forced to fuck had no rights.


Quickly more men came around and worked ropes and straps around Susan’s arms, legs and body until she was repositioned the way they wanted her.


A strap went around the horse and Susan’s waist. Her armed were tied up and painfully behind her over the horse’s neck. Her legs were similarly drawn up and around the pony’s lower backside. Susan was basically tied hanging facing downward with her arms, waist, legs and ankles tied up around the body of the horse with his cock deeply impaling her cunt. One last addition was a pair of leaded ball weights attached to her nipple rings.


El Largo was released. Even with the weight of the woman under him the pony was stronger than any large dog. It began to buck. This made his cock pound deeper and more viciously into the slave’s cunt as there was no place for his fuck mate to go but ride under his bucking body. The bucking also caused the lead weights to wildly swing, yank and tear at her nipples. No one but Susan knew one of her earliest screams was from a massive climax. One of many during the time the horse continued to buck, trying to get what was under him off.


Susan couldn’t figure out why she had not passed out from the pain and exhaustion of being so brutally fucked. This too was one of the benefit’s of the drugs they had given her. She would not be allowed the comfort of unconsciousness.


That evening, Susan Bank’s surpassed the record by 2 hours for an El Largo ride. Not that she had a choice in the situation. She suffered as men and women, master’s and slave’s and mistress and slaves enjoyed a sexual orgy while hearing the screams of the suffering puta slave.


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Nothing could have awaken the woman on the drive back north. Not that Trent wanted one of the three bound companions awake. She remained in a state of exhaustion to nearly noon the following day. But even then she could move, her body and her cunt hurt so badly, that she dared not move from her cot in her cell.


At least I am out of there, she thought to herself. It’s over. I hurt but survived those sadistic bastards. Susan was aware Trent had a buyer for her and by this point, she felt slavery to another had to be better than what she had just experienced and suffered over the past few weeks in both the Mexican town and with Trent. She knew by now even pleasing Trent with complete obedience was no assurance she would not feel pain. It only avoided much worse suffering. She learn during her week in the Mexican town obedience or not she was destined for torture, not just simple pain or punishments.


Her mind went back to some of the terrible things they did with and to her and she found herself playing with her wet cunt. What have they done to me to make me react like this? What had she done to the lives of her niece and husband? This was not a sexual game but true slavery. The impact of the thought sent her over the edge. Trent watched her buck and quake in her orgasm. Even he couldn‘t believe it. He had to shake his head and smile as he watched her climax again.


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Two days later, both slaves knew something big was about to happen. Trent had left them alone most of the day but told them they were going on a little trip that evening. Trent had a little earn to run. He did not return from until 3:30 that afternoon.


Upon his return, Trent told Pam the money he received for her had been deposited into his accounts. She begged to stay with him and not sell her. He told her it was too late and informed her today would be the last time she would have a chance to pay back her aunt for putting her into this life. He let Pam prepare a shipping crate designed for human cargo.  With total vengeance on her mind she chose twin shocker dildos for both ass and cunt. These would be activated if her aunt let up pulling on her nipple rings even the slightest which were connected to the trigger mechanism. She told her master she wanted the extra heavy springs so pulling back from the trigger would be more than just uncomfortable for her aunt She wanted Susan to have to cause herself down right pain to avoid even worse pain up in her cunt and asshole. Trent told her no one could hold off the trigger pulleys for very long so he planned on using a battery that would eventually run out in an hour or so. Pam pleaded with her master to use a much longer lasting battery.


“Are you sure that is all what you want?” he laughed at the young girl’s sadistic side.


“No, Master. If I may make one additional request.” she asked with a nasty look in her eyes. Once she is in the box and realizes just how difficult and painful the trip in it will be, could you use your little friends on her nipples and clit?”


Trent wasn’t sure what she meant.


“Those ants that cause so much pain. Can you imagine how terrible the trip will be with dealing with all that for a couple of hours plus she will have something that will last for days afterward so her new owner can enjoy her suffering.” Trent shook his head but prepared the shipping box as Pam had requested. The young teen was happy with her choices. She knew even her kinky aunt would not enjoy a moment in the crate with all that much to torment.


Pam watched her master as he went over to a cabinet. She could not see what he was doing but he returned to next to her holding a rag that had a strong smell coming from it. He placed the rag over her mouth and held it there.


Trent went to Susan’s cage and brought her to the main room. He chained her to a pole in the basement and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth then locked it in place. There was a wooden box, some straps and other paraphernalia laying around.  There was her niece tightly restrained within the wooden crate. She appeared to be unconscious. Her mouth was heavily stuffed and taped completely.  She was just beginning to regain consciences.


“Well this is the day slaves. You both have earned me a lot of money.” he said lightly slapping Pam on the cheek to make sure she was fully awake. “I figured it would be fun to be a bastard one last time and inform you of the situation from here on out.


“Susan, I want you to know I kept my promise and did not harm your husband. Well, not physically at least. He has been released way beyond a small town a good 100 miles south of the boarder. He has no money, no ID and only a skimpy pair of shorts on. I hope he doesn’t run into a gang of gays while he makes his way back to the town.” Trent laughed thinking about that.


“As much as he might love you, it will be very difficult for him to even consider trying to discover what happen to his niece and wife. You see I told Bob he has the lead suspect in the murder of  Larry Parker.”


Susan’s eyes widen.


“No, I didn’t really kill anyone but Bob thinks so. And he also thinks the gun I gave him to hold on you the night of your supposed kidnapping has his finger prints on it. He I told him its in the possession of the police. I also told him the police know about your affair with Larry which gives him motive for killing Larry and perhaps why his wife may be missing. You see if Bob makes it back to the states alright, he’ll think he is wanted for murder and won’t risk contacting anyone. That coupled with the fact he is penniless, would make it almost impossible to even begin thinking of investigating what happen to his slut slave wife and niece let along have anything to go on. “ Trent snickered one more time. “Oh and one other thing. Bob has never seen my actual face. Anytime we were together, I had on some sort of disguise. Poor guy, even if he was stupid enough to turn himself in and tell the police his way out story of his wife’s slavery, he’d have to give the police 8 different descriptions of your abductor.”


Susan sighed, knowing there was little hope of Bob saving her. She wasn’t even sure he wanted her any longer after witnessing what she had been forced to do over the past weeks.


Trent then knelt down by the crate and spoke to Pam first. “You will be happy to know, the extra money I got from selling your ass allowed me to sell off your aunt to a cheaper group who will use her much worse than any single owner. She will be the community property of some 24 invertors who she will have to serve, obey and be subject to punishment when anyone one of them feels she had not satisfied their desires. So your life as a pain toy will be a breeze compared to your aunt’s.”


Pam liked what she heard but was panicked about waking up in the crate she help create.  She let out a few muffled moans but it was all she could manage. Susan on the other hand was in horror at what he just announced.  Tent looked at Susan. You are now the property of  the town of  Pais Infieno in Mexico. Loosely translated, as I’m sure you can attest to, it means pain hell.


Susan frantically fought the chains that totally held her helpless to the basement’s  metal support pole. Even this bastard couldn’t send her there to a life of cruelty and torture there.


Trent looked down at his other slave who seem to have a look of satisfaction in her eyes. “That’s the good news. Now the bad news depended on just how cruelly you wanted your aunt punished during her delivery. You see, you are in the crate you helped me prepare this morning. You will suffer whatever you intended on giving your aunt. However instead of this shipment taking 2 hours for delivery to Mexico, I’m afraid you will have to endure a 28 hours delivery journey in there. The sultan’s son could have opted for an express delivery of 12 hours but he wanted to introduce you to the good life as his American toy. I hope you have a pleasant journey and life, slut.” he said before reaching behind him and opening the jar containing the bullet ants. Pam screamed into the gag when she felt the tiny bites on each nipple and her clit. It wasn’t the bite but knowing what to expect next. Trent completed attaching the heavy springs to her nipples before connecting the battery leads which would zap her cunt and ass for most of the entire journey. It was what she wanted. He finished off nailing the lid closed before rendering Susan unconscious with the chloroform.


The men, who the sultan was sending to transport the box, would be there in less than an hour. Then he had the piece of meat, once known as Susan Banks to deliver to his friends in Mexico before boarding a plan and taking a month or so off before checking out his next acquisition.


“It’s good to be the slaver. Definitely not the slave.” said to himself.


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In the real world of a slut slave, the fantasy life of endless thrills and orgasms usually doesn’t exist. Unfortunately for Susan Banks and her niece Pamela Powel, they would be slave objects. One, the punishment channel for a group wives and women who envied her looks and body and only now had a means to vent such frustrations. The other would be a suffering symbol of what one young man’s upbringing has taught him was all wrong in this world.


For Robert Banks, life of course would never be the same. It would take years to create a new identity and acquire enough money just to sustain a life on the run. In spite of his guilt feelings, there weren’t many a night he didn’t get off recalling the memories of his wife’s sufferings or thinking of what possibly could be happening to her that night. Sure he felt even more guilt when he wiped the cum off his hand and cock but he just couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t deny that his wife ever looked sexier or hotter than when she was cruelly restrained and being fucked and whipped at the same time. Many nights Bob turned to alcohol to block out those tantalizing visions.


Life however was good for Trent Williams. With his recent income from the sales of two spicy inventory pieces, he could afford to acquire more upscale merchandise. His dealings with the sultan had set him up with a whole new cliental base. He had 4 advanced orders to fill. It was great not to have to worry about marketing them however the requirements were that they all must be well to do American wives. The kind of women who were use to luxury even at the expense of lower class people. And of course they had to be sexy and hot. Their new owners wanted to feel that these slaves who might have used their looks to gain a leverage to get to such a status would be much more fun to degrade and own.


Surprisingly, Trent had little trouble locating such merchandise and was awaiting 27 year old Mrs. Cindy Kern to join him on a boat supposedly to pose nude for some photos she thought would be a great gift to give her 50 year old husband. She had planned on this gift to sway his decision with letting her take a trip with a few girl friends in Europe next month. Of course Cindy thought the photographer, a Thomas Slaver his card read, had a great idea of keeping the whole photo session and her plans a secret from her husband. He assured her an unexpected gift like this would have much more of an impact. Cindy agreed. “Someone’s going to be real surprised tomorrow!” she thought to herself as stepped out of the cab that was dropping her off at an isolated dock just outside of Seattle. “I’ll bet this old fart photographer never has photographed a body like mine.” she told herself as she strutted toward the wharf in her $2000 Armani blazer and mini skirt.


THE END






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