by Selena Kitt
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Misty did not know it when she met the irresistibly cute Marcel, now known as Stephan, but he was a procurer for the Black Rose slaver organization. His job was to seem delicious and sublimely trustworthy to submissive young women to lure them into a capture scenario like Misty was experiencing. However his looks and trustworthy demeanor were not the true skills of Black Rose procurers as the organization had realized long ago it wished to target beautiful young women who already possessed strong submissive tendencies. This made training them into perfect sex slaves much easier and increased the odds each Black Rose would learn to love and accept her life of servitude.
Misty was awoken sometime in the middle of the night when someone entered her room, but it the pitch black so she had no idea who it was. Is it Stephan? Has he had a change of heart? Will he save me from these people?
In the darkness the figure lay down on the bed behind her and she felt him pull her panties down. Then he gently eased the anal plug out and then Misty understood what he was here for. The time had come for cock to invade her tight rear passage and as he pulled her body up so she was in the accommodating ass up face down position she thought about struggling but dismissed it. Next she felt his cock head press against her anal opening and she remembered their conversation. Stephan said he would open me first. She took a deep cleansing breath to ready herself for the pain of penetration and she caught the scent of Stephan’s cologne.
As much as she tried to relax, the initial pressure and stretching of penetration hurt, but soon he was inside, Stephan’s cock buried in her bowels. As he began the fucking motion, slowly at first, Misty realized this was different than vaginal sex. It’s so much more degrading and controlling. Like the man in your ass owns you.
Stephan’s tempo increased without much increase in discomfort for Misty and eventually he squirted his seed in her bowels. At first, Misty breathed a sigh of relief, but then she remembered the stranger hadn’t yet taken her.
Suddenly the door swung open and light from the hallway spilled into the room. For a few moments, Misty was blinded as her pupils adjusted to the brighter light, but the stranger seemed to know her eyes needed time to see for he waited patiently for Misty to look up at him.
“Did you enjoy the nice ass fuck from your former boyfriend? I hope so because it’s the only one you’ll ever get. I’m going to fuck you like the bitch slave you are.”
This was Misty’s first look at the other captor and her eyes took in the stranger’s mousey brown hair, brown eyes, and his prominent beer belly as he stood stark naked in the doorway. He was not to be described as handsome, but what frightened Misty was his fire hose cock which he was stroking before her eyes. His erection glistened with lube and Misty couldn’t take her eyes off it. No way he’s going to fit that in my ass.
“Oooooo peese, oooo biiiig.” Misty forced out the words out through her ball gag as an inarticulate plea that the organ was beyond her capability. She tried to roll off the bed with escape in her mind, but there was nothing but laughter from both men as they quickly grabbed her and returned her to her ass vulnerable position. Stephan held her down with pressure on her back and head and she saw no sympathy in his eyes. The other man, as yet without a name, climbed on top of her and straddled her bum. Soon she felt the enormous head of his cock press against her anus and she screamed as he increased the pressure until the fat head began to stretch her ring and defeat her anal muscles.
When the stranger finally drove his shaft deep inside her Misty understood she was a slave. Nothing in her life compared with her feeling this cock buried inside her was in control of her and she was subjugated.
As the stranger gained speed, ramming her bottom, Stephan lifted her head by her long crimson hair and she was looking into the eyes of her former lover. “I know you don’t like me anymore, Mon ami, but someday you’ll thank me when you accept your servitude. This is a critical moment for a slave, adjusting to simply being an object of another’s pleasure, but you will get through it because inside you are a slave. When you cross the boundary and begin to understand your submission this will be clear to you.”
To Misty these seemed like impossible words to accept, yet there was some comfort to them. Will I accept and begin to crave this? She didn’t know, but Stephan seemed so sure she would.
The huge cock of the stranger continued to rut in her slave ass until like Stephan it spurted seed and pleasure was achieved. Along with the strong sense of being totally owned, Misty felt a strange sense of satisfaction when the stranger gasped and climaxed. She had pleased him.
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When it was all over, Misty felt like she should sleep, but she couldn’t because her mind was occupied with what she had experienced and how it made her feel. Could he be right about me? Could I desire this? Her feelings were still too raw to be sure so for now she continued to deny her submission.
She did manage to catch some sleep before the bedroom door opened again and in walked the stranger. Now he was clothed in black coveralls like some sort to delivery driver and she felt somewhat different about him. She needed to have a name for him to call him something in her mind. His brown hair and eyes gave her the idea to call him Brownie, not to his face, but merely to identify him from whomever else she might meet.
Brownie quickly removed the tight chain from her torso, but he left her ankles bound and her wrists cuffed. Then he easily scooped her up, slinging her scantily clad body over his shoulder with little effort. As he carried her down the hallway of her apartment, Misty wondered if she’d ever see her home again, but then he patted her panty-clad bottom and remarked. “I’m glad to be your trainer. You’ll make an outstanding Black Rose.”
As they entered the front room it seemed clear to Misty she would continue to see Brownie, but what was there waiting for her shocked her. A large metal cart with wheels on it was in the middle of the floor of her front room and there was another stranger standing beside it. The man was taller than Brownie with a mustache and a bald head and he did not seem happy to Misty.
“Come on, let’s get the bitch in the box and get going. These pickups are dangerous. I’ll be glad when we’re back safe at the shop.” Clearly this new stranger was uncomfortable with the situation and Misty instantly decided to use his bald head to identify him. She would call him Baldie.
The next thing Misty saw was Stephan pulling a syringe from a small box. He applied alcohol to her arm with cotton swab and injected her. “Give her five minutes and she’ll be down for two to four hours.” Stephan helped Baldie lift the top off the moving crate and Brownie gently eased her off his shoulder and into the box which was filled with soft white foam.
Once in the box with the tight chain removed, Misty felt secure and cocooned with her body cushioned in the foam rubber. This and the drug Stephan had administered soon had Misty’s eyelids closing. She tried to fight going to sleep because she was afraid where she would wake up, but the drug was too strong. Once Misty was asleep, Stephan removed the ball gag and placed an oxygen mask over her pretty face. Although the box was not airtight, a comatose slave could smother her breathing in the foam so the mask was connected to an oxygen tank in the box to assure the slave had a constant supply of fresh air.
Before they closed the box Stephan took a long moment to touch Misty’s face and then he spoke. “Farewell, Mon ami.”
“Wow. You didn’t get attached to this one, did you, Stephan?” It was Brownie asking.
Stephan looked at him sharply as if embarrassed by the question. “No, and don’t you dare say that to the boss. My fascination with her is simply with her depth of submission. She has no idea yet, but she is the most submissive women I’ve ever captured. Don’t skimp on her training because this one, unlike some of the others I’ve captured, was born to be a sex slave.”
Brownie’s eyebrows raised and he nodded. “Very interesting, coming from you.”
Unfortunately Baldie was not nearly as captured by the moment as the other t
wo were and he ended the discussion. “Hey, can we get a move on here, guys.”
Brownie helped Baldie with the lid and when it was secure they rolled the crate to the service elevator. For all anyone knew they were movers, taking boxes from Misty’s apartment and no one suspected there was a near naked and bound young woman in the crate as they moved to the street and into a waiting van. Soon Misty was inside the van whose side read “Anderson Moving” and Baldie hit the gas and headed north out of the city.
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When Misty awoke she was surprised to find she was still clothed, but she was helplessly bound to a metal pole in the middle of a darkened room. She was in a standing position with her arms pulled behind the pole and bound at her wrists. Her feet were on the floor, but they had been spread wide apart with a spreader bar secured to each ankle. She was also collared with a high, tight band of leather running around her neck. It took only a few pulls for Misty to realize the collar was somehow attached to the pole restricting how far she could move her head. Understanding she was completely helpless and she wasn’t going anywhere, she still thought it odd for them to leave her clothes on her.
Time passed. How long Misty did not know, but when she finally heard the sound of the door opening it brought a strange relief. At least now something will happen. The lights went on and she looked around the room as far as her constrictions would allow. She noted the room had drab concrete walls, a few empty wooden pallets on the floor or leaning against the walls, and she saw the near end of a work bench her right, but most of the bench was behind her and thus out of her sight.
However the faces entering the room were familiar as both Brownie and Baldie moved to her. Baldie wasted no time pulling her black gel bra down to begin kneading and fondling her breasts. It seemed Baldie felt secure again and he wanted to make up for lost time in enjoying her lush body.
Misty looked at Brownie to try to get an indication of his mindset, but his face gave her nothing. “You’ve been restrained here in the dark for over an hour without a gag yet you have not screamed for help or begged to be let go. Most new trainees have to scream themselves out before we begin. Why haven’t you?”
Misty realized it was a good question and she didn’t really know the answer. Why didn’t I scream? Had she simply assumed no one would hear her or was there a deeper reason? Had she accepted being here? Looking at Brownie she saw he was staring and waiting impatiently for an answer. “I . . . I’m not sure why I didn’t scream, sir. I guess I didn’t think it would do any good.” It was the answer she hoped was true because the other answer, her mind had accepted being here, was too terrible to contemplate.
Brownie smiled. “Did you hear that? Sir, already I’m a sir in her mind. Maybe Stephan was right about this Black Rose. Consider this, slave, you’re not screaming because you’ve accepted your status as a slave. Furthermore you called me sir because you’ve focused your efforts on trying to please me.”
Could that be true? Have I capitulated and begun to please? It was logical, but hard to accept. Again he was staring at her expecting a response. What does he want me to say? “Is that wrong, sir?” It was the simplest response she could think of, sublimely submissive and allowing him to direct her actions.
Brownie seemed to take a moment to consider the question and decide on a course of action. He didn’t speak at first, but instead he reached out to fondle her nipple. After a few soft touches, he began to squeeze it and then he pinched bringing terrible pain to Misty. “Is it wrong of me to do this?”
The pain was increasing so rapidly Misty had little time to think, but the proper response didn’t require thought and she stumbled right into it. “No, sir, you may do as you wish with me.”
Brownie stopped almost instantaneously, his eyes wide with delighted surprise. “In answer to your question, slave, your actions in accepting and desiring to please are in no way wrong.” He turned to look at Baldie. “Get the hose ready.”
Baldie quickly moved toward the work bench and out of Misty’s sight and Misty breathed a sigh of relief. Partly she was happy the pain had stopped, but partly she was glad Brownie seemed to be in charge here. I must concentrate on pleasing him.
“You’re filthy, slave, so we will clean you before we begin training.”
Baldie soon returned holding a thick garden hose with a spray gun attachment. Misty watched as Brownie stepped away from her and then nodded to his henchman. Baldie pulled the trigger on the spray gun and Misty was instantly inundated by a concentrated stream of freezing cold water which felt like it cut into her skin like an icy knife. The pressurized water hurt wherever it touched her and it touched her everywhere as she was completely exposed. After she got over the shock, Misty chose now to scream and beg to Brownie.
“Pppplease, it’s too . . . cccold. I ccccan’t stand it.”
Brownie stood stone still for a moment and then he issued a command which shocked Misty. “Get closer, on her face and her cunt.”
To Misty’s utter disbelief Baldie moved closer making the concentrated stream even more painful when the bald man targeted her face. She quickly realized the collar made it impossible for her to turn away from the icy stream. She felt like her face was so cold it would break and fall off before Baldie switched and suddenly her sex was under attack.
The shock was incredible and her thin micro-fiber panties provided little protection from the freezing water yet Misty hoped Baldie wouldn’t pull them down. He didn’t, but Brownie did and soon it felt like the hard stream was actually penetrating her vagina. There was no escape and Misty thought of how if the stream had been warm water gushing over her pussy lips and clit she would have been excited by it and perhaps come, but no such pleasure was possible with this freezing liquid. Baldie kept up the frigid torture until she screamed desperately to Brownie.
“Pppplease, sssstop it, I’ll do anything.” Misty saw Brownie’s hand flash up, and Baldie looked glum as he released the spray gun’s trigger.
“Anything? Exactly what are you offering?” Brownie’s tone was excited and his eyes were narrow slits concentrated on her.
Misty consider only briefly before answering. “Just that I’ll do anything you say, sir.” She didn’t understand what he wanted of her.
“Not good enough, but you’ll learn what is required of a Black Rose.” Brownie released her panties and ran his hand over her covered pussy. “Feels like ice, slave, but it can get worse.” He turned to Baldie. “Get the fan.”
Misty didn’t understand what he meant until she saw Baldie return with a large box fan trailing a long orange extension cord. He placed it three feet in front of Misty and now she realized how her soaking wet clothes would now be the tools they would torture her with.
Baldie flipped a switch and the fan let out a torrent like a wind tunnel. Immediately her breasts, pussy and legs began to feel the chill more acutely due to her cold wet clothes. Misty tried to tolerate it for a while, but before long she felt like she was losing sensation in her crotch and breasts and her legs were so numb.
“Pppplease, sir, stop it, I’ll do anything.” She begged Brownie, but he was resolute.
“What will you do?”
The numbing cold wasn’t conducive to her concentration, but Misty tried to think what he wanted. He doesn’t seem to care that I’ll do anything he wants so what does he want. Finally the light went on for Misty. Maybe he wants me to offer him sex, like a well trained slave would.
“I’ll suck both your cocks until you come in my mouth. sir.”
Baldie looked like a puppy dog with a new toy, but more important to Misty was Brownie’s smile. This meant she was on the right track. Again Brownie flashed his hand at Baldie and the fan was turned off.
“You should be very proud of your first offer of oral service as a Black Rose. There will be many more. I’ll consider today’s lesson learned and we’ll show you how a Black Rose is rewarded when she serves well.” Brownie nodded to Baldie who returned the fan to the work bench and return
ed with an eye- opening hunting knife.
As Baldie approached Misty her fear skyrocketed. She did not trust him like she did Brownie, but her fears were not realized as Baldie turned out to be a master with the knife. He quickly and cleanly cut her clothes off her body. Soon all her clothes were on the concrete floor in a sliced pile of rags.
“Now get her in position, quickly.” Brownie’s order had Baldie move right to Misty’s neck where he began to loosen the attachment by which her collar was secured to the pole and then he removed the spreader bar from her ankles.
“Kneel, bitch.” It was the only thing Baldie had said to her since she arrived and Misty wondered why he was always silent yet seemed so angry at her. She hastened to obey and found that with the pole’s collar attachment loosened and her feet freed she could slide her collar down the pole and kneel.
Baldie quickly tightened the pole attachment of her collar and used a shorter spreader bar to secure her knees apart while cuffing her ankles together behind the pole. Misty’s body was now as secured and helpless as it had been before, but now she was in the correct position to offer oral service.
Once Baldie was done, Brownie moved in and held her face up so she was looking at him. “This is an important lesson not only in proper service, but in accepting your reward. A Black Rose never knows when her Master will choose to reward her, but she must always graciously accept even if she is overwhelmed by her reward.”
Misty didn’t really understand what he meant about being overwhelmed, but she knew she must apply herself and please no matter what happened.
For a moment Brownie who disappeared from her view and he came back with what looked like a giant vibrator. “I think we shall accept your offer of oral service.” He smiled at Baldie and nodded.
Baldie eagerly dropped his pants revealing black boxers for a moment before his partially erect manhood popped into view. He quickly moved it to Misty’s face and grabbed her by the hair.
