by Paul Blades
At that point, Rukimo went over to the closet and removed a folded up gurney which had been hanging inside. He opened it and wheeled it over to the dancing, straining girl. She had worked herself up to quite a fever by this point, pulling and tugging at the chain which held her wrists and moaning loudly under the hood. Rukimo motioned to me and I grabbed her legs and lifted them off of the ground. Rukimo rolled the gurney under her and then strapped in her legs as I held her down. He then released one wrist from the chain giving it to me to hold as he released the other. We then laid her down on the gurney and finished strapping her in, her arms over her head, straps over her chest, her lower belly and her thighs. Rukimo attached leather bracelets to her ankles and then clipped them to the sides of the gurney. She was going nowhere.
Rukimo examined our handiwork for a moment and then motioned for me to follow him. We wheeled the gurney out of the room and into the corridor where I saw, for the first time, a small door in the wall about four feet off of the ground. Rukimo opened the door and slid the gurney in, the wheels collapsing under it. It was a kind of dumbwaiter. He closed the door and turned a key in the wall. The wall emitted a low rumble.
I followed Rukimo upstairs where we pulled the gurney out of the elevator and into the corridor outside of the initiation room. As we entered, I saw that a small crowd had gathered in the room, about seven or eight supervisors and a couple of guards, all wearing either red or black robes in a form identical to mine. I surmised that all of the trainees were locked in their cells. I could smell the smoke coming from a small brazier on the podium. Someone had dropped some incense into it. The room became hushed as we entered. I think even the girl knew that this was it, as her attempts at twisting and turning on the gurney reached a new crescendo.
Rukimo rolled the gurney up a small ramp and onto the platform. He then pulled two chains down from the ceiling and attached them to the girl's wrists. Jack was still blindfolded and sitting in the chair where I had left him. He looked edgy as he shuffled his feet beneath the long folds of his robe. One of the guards helped Rukimo undo the rest of the straps and pull the girl off of the gurney and to her feet. He rolled the gurney away to the side as Rukimo pulled the chains tight, lifting her to the balls of her feet. Chains were then attached to her feet, pulling her legs about three feet apart. She was now on her heels. The room lights went down and a spot went up on the stage. Two guards went over to Jack and pulled him to his feet.
“Remove his blindfold!” Rukimo ordered. The guards rushed to obey. Jack blinked his eyes and looked around. He then saw the young woman, his former lover and fiancé, naked and bound up on the stage. “Approach!” Rukimo commanded.
Jack rose and haltingly walked to the stage. His eyes were fixed on the girl and the spectacle she made. His mouth was agape. His hands strained at their bonds around his waist. Rukimo motioned and I loosened the belt and freed his hands. The crowd closed in around him.
Rukimo then undid the girl's hood and removed it. The spotlight was in her eyes, so at first she didn't see Jack standing there, his eyes piercing her. Then she saw him, shuddered and screamed, “Oh Jack, please Jack, oh please, please, please, don't do this to me, please don't, please help me!” Her voice trailed off into a screeching moan. Jack was transfixed. Rukimo's voice boomed over the girl's. “Who gives this girl over into bondage?” he intoned.
Jack faltered. I didn't think he had it in him, but he did. “I do” he replied after a moment’s hesitation.
“Advance!” boomed Rukimo. Jack stepped onto the stage and stood inches from the girl. She looked at him and pulled at her bonds.
“No! No! No! No! No! No!” she cried out as her body, glistening with sweat, writhed in her chains. Her long, graceful legs pulled and yanked at the bonds that held them. Her hands strained at their confinements. As she struggled, her breasts rocked and swayed invitingly.
Rukimo handed Jack a small scissors. “Cut from the head of this female a token of hair to be delivered up to her new masters,” he said in a stentorian voice. Jack reached up to Brenda's head, hesitated for a moment, and then clipped a lock of hair, handing it to Rukimo.
“Now her thoughts belong to her masters,” Rukimo said.
Rukimo placed the small lock of hair into a tiny leather bag. “Cut from her loins a token of hair to be delivered up as before,” he told Jack in his commanding, deep voice. Rukimo really had a knack for this. I was getting chills down my spine. Jack leaned over and cut a swatch of pubic hair from Brenda and handed it to Rukimo. The big black man put the swatch of hair into the bag. He put the bag in his pocket.
The girl seemed mesmerized as she watched first Jack, then Rukimo, then Jack and then Rukimo again.
“Now her body belongs to her masters,” Rukimo announced. He motioned to the two guards who picked up the brazier and delivered it up in front of the girl as Jack stepped aside. Looking at it, Brenda’s desperateness grew. She made one last pitch to her former lover.
“Jack,” she said, her voice low, tense. “I’m sorry, I really am. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything that you say.” Her eyes shifted to the smoking brazier and back to Jack. “Oh, please, darling, I love you, I do. I realize I made a mistake. Please don’t let them do this, please!’ Her last sentence contained more than a hint of panic.
Jack just kept looking at the beautiful, naked and helpless young woman, his eyes cold. He was full of Dutch courage, which surely aided him in disregarding the heartfelt supplications of a woman he had planned to share his life with. Rukimo pointed to the branding iron in the brazier. “Deliver to me the instrument of enslavement,” he commanded, heedless of the girl’s pleas. Jack stared at it, as if seeing it for the first time. So did the girl. She and Jack then looked at each other. The tension in the room was as thick as a pea soup fog. A supervisor coughed slightly. The silence was broken by the girl's screaming supplications.
“Oh Jack! For God's sake, please don't do this to me! I'll do anything! Please, please, please, oh my God, oh my God, please don't!”
Rukimo looked at me and I nudged Jack gently. He looked at me, then Rukimo and then back at the girl. A darkness swept across his face. He picked up the branding iron by the cloth surrounding the end and delivered it to Rukimo. Rukimo then signaled to Jack. “Secure the slave,” he ordered.
Jack pushed his body up next to Brenda's, reaching his arms around her body. He held her tightly as he looked past her face and at the wall behind her. The girl was sniffling and snorting with fear, sobbing uncontrollably.
Rukimo showed the red hot branding iron to the helpless girl. “With this mark of iron I enslave you,” he told her, his voice fierce, unforgiving, mesmerizing. “I drive from your body your soul and your life,” he continued. “You are reduced to a beast, a vessel, a creature of your masters' pleasures. Feel the burning of your flesh as your old life passes away!” The last was said loudly, almost in a bellow. Jack held onto Brenda’s body tightly. The girl couldn’t see his face, but could see the assembled faces of the men who would soon be her masters. They would enter her at their will, whip and beat her for their amusement or her edification. “Oh god! Nooooooooo!” she wailed.
Two guards stepped up on either side of Jack. They grabbed the girl's legs between theirs and held her arms still. Between the three men, she was held as tightly as a heifer on branding day.
Rukimo walked slowly around the still pleading and begging girl. When he had reached a spot behind her he hesitated for a moment and then stabbed the red and glowing business end of the steel rod into her flesh, on her upper right buttock. The girl stiffened and screamed louder than I had ever thought possible. Her eyes bulged out like they were going to pop and her face turned red as if to explode. She fainted.
After holding the branding iron fast against the girl's upper buttock for three, long, excruciating seconds, Rukimo backed off and signaled for the others to let the girl go. The smell of braised flesh filled the room, quickly smothered by the scent of the incense. The former free, independ
ent, wealthy and pampered woman collapsed, slack in her chains. Her screams had subsided to a dazed murmur. Her die had been cast, her Rubicon crossed. She was on the other side now of a thick, stone wall that separated her permanently from her former life.
As another demarcation of the line between Brenda’s new life and her old, Rukimo fastened a thick, leather collar around the young woman’s pretty neck. He went behind her and applied the red dyed antiseptic ointment to the cursive ‘k’ that had been burned into her flesh. The slave master then turned to the two guards who had assisted on the stage and signaled them to release the new slave girl. They did so and then dragged her down off of the platform. The crowd of men parted as a wooden frame was rolled up. The girl’s hood was restored, sans gag, and she was laid on the frame on her back. Her wrists were secured to the legs and her ankles to two rails that were angled out from the platform, leaving her legs splayed wide and her sex vulnerable to all.
Rukimo had escorted Jack down from the platform. He brought him to a spot between Brenda’s widespread thighs. He handed him a three foot long tasseled whip. I watched as another guard pressed a ring gag between Brenda’s lips.
“Whip this slave’s flesh,” he commanded him. “Teach her the need for submission.”
Jack looked hesitatingly at the black giant by his side and then at the expectant faces of the men around him. Talk about peer pressure.
The cuckolded stockbroker raised the whip high over his head. He brought it down quickly so that the tassels of the whip struck Brenda across her lower belly and between her thighs. Brenda’s body jerked and a loud moan escaped from between her lips. “Owhhhhhhhhh!” she yelled, unable to form any words. She desperately tried to free herself from her bonds, to close her legs. She attempted to beg and plea for mercy, but her mouth emitted only grunts and moans.
Again Jack brought the whip down atop Brenda’s displayed sex. “Owwwwwwgh!” she cried out, straining and jerking to be free. As Jack raised the whip again, I could see the madness in his eyes. He had practiced for this on the slave girl in his room. He had looked forwards to it, probably for many weeks. Now, his time had come, and he was putting all of himself into it.
Three more times the whip tore at Brenda’s loins. Her body leapt at each stroke of the whip. Jack then stepped closer and began to torture the girl’s defenseless breasts. A whole new sound was made by the supine creature as her breasts suffered the travails of Jack’s whip. “Aaaaaough!” she called, her back arching, her hips grinding into the platform beneath her. “Aaaaaough!” she cried out each time as Jack pummeled the delicious orbs on her chest again and again with the thick leather thongs.
Jack stopped and took a moment to observe the results of his work. Brenda’s breasts were bright red, with harsh maroon lines across them. Her lower belly was raw, an angry red. Brenda still moaned and twisted in her bonds. Rukimo placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder and escorted him to the other end of Brenda’s body.
The girl’s head was just off of the edge of the platform and was bent down below the plane of her torso. Rukimo undid Jack’s robe in the front and then, stepping behind him, drew it off of him. Jack’s cock was as solid as steel, ready to be worshiped by Brenda’s forced open mouth.
“Penetrate this slave’s flesh!” Rukimo exclaimed. “Teach her to serve as the crucible of her masters’ pleasure!”
The college boy crept forwards until his rampant cock was poised at the entrance of Brenda’s mouth. She must have understood Rukimo’s command to her former lover, and she was shaking her head back and forth, moaning and pleading to avoid further abuse. Her words were like a strange dialect, with bits of words like, “…ease! …oooo! …..oh od ease!” flowing from between her lips. Jack grabbed the sides of the young woman’s face and, after stilling her movements, plunged his cock between her widespread lips. Her imprecations were cut off in mid-sound and replaced with a “ggggggggh!” sound as Jack’s stiff pole penetrated her throat.
Jack pounded away at Brenda’s mouth. She pulled at her bindings, straining her muscles, each time that Jack drove his rod deep into her. Her back arched and her breasts shuddered and jerked with her exertions. “Gggggggggh! Gggggggggh!” she grunted as the cock was driven home. Jack held it there, deep in her esophagus, until her need for air became so intense that her body seemed possessed by some devil, jerking and twisting maniacally. He withdrew his manhood from her mouth, let her gasp for desperately needed air, and then pushed in once more.
I could see Jack building to his crescendo of lust. His face had turned a deep red and his breathing was short and labored. His hands gripped Brenda’s face tightly. With a loud groan, his body tensed. It shook and trembled as he poured his spunk into the helpless girl’s mouth. “Argh! Argh!” he yelled as his body stiffened with each pulse of his prick.
When he was finished, he withdrew his softening rod from between Brenda’s lips. She was crying uncontrollably. He ran his hands over her bruised breasts almost delicately.
Rukimo pulled Jack back from Brenda’s body. He helped him restore his robe. He turned his body so that Jack’s body was facing him. “Never will you speak of what you have seen or done here,” he instructed the young man. “Never more will you think of the person you knew as Brenda, now this unnamed slave.” He motioned to one of the guards. “Remove him.”
One of the black robed guards escorted the dazed stock broker from the room. The rest of us turned to the newly enslaved woman. She raised her head realizing that Jack was leaving. She let out a long, piteous wail, distorted by the gag that distended her lips, “…aaaaaaack! …eeeease!” But he was gone.
The men took their turns filling Brenda’s mouth and pussy with their meat. She wailed and moaned as they dumped their spunk into her. Soon, her body seemed to lose its will to resist. I watched as the callous men had their way with her listless body. Was this the same, beautiful, self-assured, well-dressed young woman that I had met the day before? If not, where had she gone?
I stood by Rukimo as the men took their turns. When the last of them had had their fill of her, he left, leaving myself and Rukimo alone with the slave girl. I had no stomach for fucking her sopping pussy nor her helpless, spunk filled mouth. Rukimo motioned to me for assistance as he undid the girl’s bonds. She must have expected to be released from the altar on which her body had been sacrificed to the god of lust, but Rukimo had another idea. He quickly flipped her over and fastened her to the frame face down. She must have deducted the purpose when she felt her legs spread behind her. She gave out a throaty moan.
“All yours, Harry,” Rukimo said, laughing. “I saved it just for you.” He gave a heavy slap to Brenda’s buttocks. She let out a wail as she was struck with his heavy, open hand.
I, frankly, needed no further invitation. My lust had risen so high that my balls felt fit to burst. I untied my robe and stood behind the abject slave girl. She was crying and sobbing, knowing that she could not prevent the insult to her bowel’s entrance. I reached under her and wet my hand with the slime that oozed from her pussy. I rubbed it on and into the small brown star of her backside. The girl moaned and squirmed as she felt my fingers, first one and then two and three, expand the delicate ring of flesh. When I presented my thicker member to her portal, her body began to shake and she let out a angry, frustrated wail, “Ahhhhhhhhhrgh!”
Her anger quickly turned to distress as my joint pressed slowly inside her. I reveled in the tight fit of her distended rear entrance around my pulsing manhood. I sighed as my piece began to swim in the soft, hot moistness beyond it.
Even bound to the platform as she was, the former Brenda Frost was able to slide her hips side to side and up and down in an attempt to frustrate my penetration of her most secret spot. I placed my hands on her smooth rear globes and pressed them downwards, pinning her pelvis to the platform. It took almost all of strength to hold the desperate girl’s hips still as I eased deeper and deeper into her. Finally, just as my cock was immersed to the hilt in her bowels, the distra
ught woman gave up her struggles and, with a low, mournful wail, succumbed to the inevitable.
I circled my hand around her hip and began to stroke the button atop her oozing slit. Having gained entrance to her bowels, I rasped my rod slowly across its entrance. Soon, the girl’s hips were rocking to meet me, her moans increasing. Rukimo had crossed in front of the imprisoned woman and pulled her head up by her hair. He inserted his hard black penis into her forcibly distended mouth.
The girl barely protested as her blood began to boil. Rukimo smiled at me as we jointly enjoyed the girl’s beauteous body. Her moans had turned to grunts and the huge African plunged his cock in and out of her throat. “Gnnnpf!...Gnnpf!...Gnnpf!, she responded each time Rukimo’s cock sank home. Her hips had accelerated their counterthrusts to my plunging prick. Her arms and legs pulled futilely at her bonds, as somewhere deep inside, her consciousness protested at her callous mistreatment. But her lusts were in control of her body now.
I felt her tight ring contract as she began to shake and convulse with her orgasm. The sight of her shuddering form triggered my own lustful response. I groaned as my load shot into her and my hands grasped her hips tightly. I looked up and saw the smiling African quicken his own thrusts into the slave girl’s mouth. “Arrrrrgh!” he yelled as he came, his body tensing, his head rolling back. My own crisis was winding down as he pumped his spume into the girl’s throat. Her pussy was still contracting, pulsing around my member, her body quaking. A low moan emanated from her lips as Rukimo’s cock softened between them.
