by Terry Towers
“Damage my property again, without my consent, and I’ll blow your fucking brains out all over the floor and make Tanner clean it, are we clear?”
Horror flashed in Connor’s blue eyes. It wasn’t an idle threat, which made me wonder how many henchmen died on the floor below my bare feet. “I’m sorry, Sir, it’ll never happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t. Now get out.”
“Yes, Sir.” Connor exited, pulling the door closed behind him.
“And what did Doctor Hebert say about this little one?” The Boss looked past me and to Tanner.
I took the opportunity to look over at his son again. He was hot, really hot. I wished this were another situation and he weren’t some kidnapping monster. If I’d met him at school I would have spent many of my classes eyeing him from across the room, hoping he’d display just a hint of interest in me.
The voices of The Boss and Tanner and their discussion of my medical exam were tuned out as the son’s eyes locked onto mine and for a brief moment I thought I saw a flicker of sympathy in his blue depths. But as quickly as the emotion appeared it disappeared and his expression became indifferent.
A hand grabbed my chin and forced my eyes from the son’s and onto The Boss. “I’m not finished looking at you. Look forward unless told otherwise, are we clear?”
“Y-yes, Master.” I gulped down the lump forming in my throat.
The Boss examined my face and gave a nod. “Her face should look better by the time of the auction.” He released my chin as his eyes lowered to my breasts. His son had moved to stand behind him and slightly to the left, so I had a good view of him. “Nice tits too.” The Boss’s hands palmed my breasts, teasing the nipples into hardened peaks.
I bit down on my lower lip, focusing on the pain in my head and lip, instead of the feel of his hands on me. If I let myself think about this stranger touching me then I might break down and I couldn’t give them the satisfaction of that happening. I had to hold onto the last shard of my dignity – had to.
“Too bad she’s a virgin,” The Boss muttered. “Turn around, girl.”
I wordlessly turned, lowering my gaze, not wanting to see Tanner groping me with his eyes.
“Of course, I can always take her ass. She’s going to need to be stretched for her owner.” The Boss parted my ass cheeks and pressed a finger against my back entrance. I couldn’t have stopped the gasp or soft whimper if I’d tried.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed he wouldn’t fuck my ass. I wasn’t a religious person, but at that moment I prayed harder than the most devout of religious people.
Why didn’t I stay with Brandon? Why didn’t I just let him fuck me?
“The buyer might want her to be a virgin in every sense, Father.” A new voice broke in, the voice of the handsome man I assumed was his son. I breathed a sigh of relief, saying a silent “thank God” as The Boss released my ass cheeks and took a step back.
“You’re right. I want you to make it clear to the men she isn’t to be touched, in any way, until she’s sold and we’re informed on what is expected of her. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll ensure they’re aware.”
“Turn back around and on your knees, slave,” The Boss ordered and I dutifully obeyed. As I fell to my knees he began undoing his pants and removed his thickening shaft. A wave of nausea swept over me and I had to force myself to keep from vomiting on The Boss’s shoes.
“I assume you’ve sucked a cock before, slave.” He stepped forward and tapped my lips with the tip of his dick.
I can’t believe this is happening! God, I can’t believe it. Why me? Of all the girls they could have chosen, why me?
“Come on, open up and let me see what skills you have.” When I continued to hesitate, The Boss grabbed my chin and pressed on the sides of my cheeks roughly, forcing my mouth to open. “If you bite me you’ll hurt worse than you’ve ever hurt before, you understand?”
I nodded as he slipped his dick between my hesitant lips.
“I have something to attend to if you’ll excuse me Father,” I heard the son mumble, followed by his retreating footsteps.
As The Boss began to fuck my mouth I attempted to focus on a good memory, a memory of our last football game where I’m at the top of the pyramid and then begin to fall backwards and into the awaiting arms of my teammates. The memory played out in my mind as if in slow motion. I didn’t know then, but that became my “go-to” memory for the weeks to follow. It was easier to block out the abuse with a happy memory than allow myself to focus on the horrors around me.
“I want you to swallow my cum slave, always. Understand?” The Boss’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Slaves always swallow unless told otherwise.”
He paused his thrusts and gripped the back of my head by my hair, pulling so hard I yelped although the sound was muffled by his cock filling my mouth.
“I said, do you understand?”
I nodded and he resumed his thrusts, pounding into my mouth. I found myself thankful he wasn’t huge otherwise I was sure I’d be vomiting around his dick and wouldn’t even want to think about the punishment that would come with puking on him. With a low groan and final thrust he released, filling my mouth with his appalling, salty seed.
I gagged, closing my eyes tight and trying to control my gag reflex as I swallowed. It was so gross and vile-tasting and tears began to stream down my cheeks. I hated myself for the tears, but couldn’t help it.
Once he was finished unloading he pulled out of my mouth and tucked himself away. “Bad, really bad. We’re going to have to work on that.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or not. It was pretty hard to put any effort into it when the whole act was one of the most degrading experiences of my life and quite literally made me ill. What in the hell did he expect?
“I’d be happy to, Sir,” Tanner offered eagerly from behind me.
The Boss was silent a moment. “You know what, I’m going to get Lance to work with this one. It’s about time he gets more involved in the process. She seems docile enough that she’ll be the perfect first for him.”
The goon behind me was silent a moment; I got the suspicion that he wanted me for himself. I wasn’t too sure who Lance was, but prayed he was at least somewhat compassionate. I scoffed at myself at the thought that anyone who worked for the organization could be compassionate. Only the coldest of animals could do what these men were doing.
“So to be clear. No one touches her. Not even for her to suck your cock. The only ones to touch her are myself and Lance.”
A reluctant, “Yes, Sir,” was muttered from behind me.
“Good. Take her back to her cell.”
Tanner gave my leash a tug. I rose to my feet and like a dutiful pet trotted along behind him.
~*~*~*~*~
I was sent back into my cell and oh-how-lucky me, it happened to be dinnertime, although dinner was the last thing on my mind. Each of us was given what appeared to be a microwaved television dinner and a bottle of water. After our captors left, closing the door behind them, I twisted off the cap of the water and took a hearty drink.
“Don’t drink it all down, girl. We’re only given four bottles each day. We could be dying of dehydration and they don’t give a shit.”
Looking down at my bottle I realized it was already halfway gone and groaned. Half a bottle of water with a whole meal – if I could call it that – and hours to go before I got more wasn’t much.
I looked over at the black woman in the cell next to me and offered her a tight smile. “Thank you. I’m Gwen by the way.”
The other woman returned my smile. “Becca.”
“I thought we couldn’t talk?”
“They’re lenient at meal times. I think they must be eating as well. Pretty sure no one mans the door right now.”
“Then if we wanted to escape…”
Becca laughed as she grabbed a piece of brown meat from her tray – could be steak, hard to say. “Good
I looked down at my meal. We weren’t given utensils so I guess they expected us to eat what appeared to be mashed potatoes with our hands. “I tried to run.”
Becca laughed again. “Didn’t get far, huh?”
“Nope.”
“The doc have a look at ya?”
I felt my cheeks growing hot and I nodded, not able to look Becca in the eye. “Yeah.”
“Other than your face you look like you’re in pretty good shape. No training session?”
I shook my head. “I got examined and then taken to The Boss and then brought back here.”
She huffed. “You’re lucky, girl.”
“So what now?” I lifted my eyes to meet Becca’s. “What are they going to do with me?”
She shrugged. “We’re all different. Some girls are here a few days and sent off, some are here for months being trained into whatever our owners want us to be.”
“What’s your story?”
“I just got bought.” She placed her tray on the cot and walked over to the bars separating our cells, lifted her hair and turned. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as my eyes went wide. Her back was a gnarled mess of scars.
“Why are they doing that to you?”
“They’re trying to break me. Make me completely submissive. It’s not working. They’ll have to kill me before they break me.”
“But if they can’t sell you…”
“They’ll kill me.”
I gasped. “Ohmygod!”
“They kill the girls who won’t turn in front of us, a sort of a warning, I guess.” The woman’s dark eyes took on a sad, lost look. “Sometimes I wish they’d just kill me and get it over with. I’ll die before they send me to my new owner.”
“But, maybe…”
“Being bought doesn’t make it better. We’re not being sold to men who want us for their soulmates or spouses. We’re sold to monsters who want to use us for their own depraved pleasure and see us in pain. No doubt the people we’re sent to are worse than the ones here.”
I didn’t know how I could handle the abuse she visibly endured; I had no idea how it would be possible. I closed my eyes and attempted to settle my nerves. I had to stay strong and stick to the original plan: play along, be whatever they wanted me to be and wait for my chance. Despite my little self-pep talk the tears began to flow and I didn’t care. The monsters weren’t here to see me and I knew Becca sure as hell wouldn’t hold it against me.
Chapter 4
I’m not sure how long I was left in my cell. I’m assuming it was three days. The only way days could be measured was by mealtimes, if you could call them meals. I’m convinced that they were leftover TV dinners, or leftovers from a soup kitchen, the food was that tasteless and all-around horrible. But I quickly realized that it was better than nothing and I needed to keep up my strength, so I ate. It’s quite amazing what a person will eat when they’re hungry enough.
After finishing my “meal” I used the facilities and when I say facilities I mean bucket. The first time I had to use it I actually held my bladder to the point where I nearly pissed myself. After seeing several of the other slaves shamelessly use their buckets I couldn’t deny myself any longer. When in Rome, right?
There was the sound of voices and footsteps coming down the hallway outside and we all manned the position, on our cots, eyes downcast. Our food trays were all situated at the fronts of our cells for retrieval, even those who hadn’t finished their meals. We had a set amount of time to eat, so eating fast was of the essence, because once they took the trays that was all until the next feeding time. The door swung open and a voice I didn’t recognize told the other men to stay at the door.
Curiosity got the better of me and I lifted my head just enough so I could see the owner of the new voice – The Boss’s son. I didn’t mean to, but I lifted my head a little further and watched as he grabbed a leash from the hook on the wall by the door and made his way over to my cell. His expression was unreadable.
My body stiffened as he unlocked my cell and opened the door and beckoned for me to come to him. I’d been left alone for what I assumed, based on the meal schedule, to be three days; why were they coming for me now? The auction? I cringed. I wasn’t ready to be sold, or taken somewhere else. The more I thought about Becca’s words on the first day the more they made sense. I was still alive and unhurt – currently. If I were sold, God only knew to whom and what my new owner would expect of me.
“Slave 342. Stand and kneel,” he growled, his voice echoing menacingly throughout the room. I paused a moment; slave 342, was that who I was now? This was the first time I’d actually been called that. I chanced a look up and into his eyes. I saw impatience begin to flare up in his blue depths, which spurred my body into action. Rushing from the cot, I hurried to his feet and knelt, allowing him to hook the chain to my collar.
I hated the collar. It chafed my neck. When I attempted to take it off on the first day Becca’s dark eyes went wide and she begged me to put it back on. Apparently removing the collar warranted punishment. I didn’t doubt her so I reluctantly put it back on.
He bent and hooked the leash into my collar and gave it a tug. I rose to my feet and dutifully followed behind him, as two henchmen I had yet to see before took up the rear. Was I being sold? I shuddered. Why else the change? I was going to auction and being sold. At the top of the stairs instead of turning left in the direction of The Boss’s office we turned right.
Stopping at a plain solid oak door, which was the norm for all the doors on this level, my Master opened the door and led me inside.
“Stay outside and ensure no one disturbs us,” he ordered to the goons behind me, who quickly obeyed without question. Once they were gone and the door closed, he released his hold on my leash, walked to the door and locked it, then turned back to face me. “Look at me, slave.”
I lifted my eyes to look into his. He frowned and stepped forward. Instinctively I took a couple of steps back, not noticing the twin-sized bed until it hit the back of my legs and I fell backward onto it.
“Well, shit. Stop trying to get away. It won’t do you a lick of good aside from annoying me.” He approached me, bent over and undid my collar, removing it from my neck. I let out a sigh of relief; it was amazing how good something as simple as having your neck free from the leather contraption could feel. I rolled my neck back and forth as I sat up on the bed and inched my way backward until my back was flush against the cool wooden wall.
I remained quiet as I watched him walk over to the far corner of the room. It was then that I noticed a video camera aimed at the bed. My Master reached up and flicked a switch. The green light at the top of the camera died out.
He turned back to me and I allowed myself a moment to examine him as he proceeded back across the room toward me. It struck me again how handsome he was. His faded blue jeans were worn hanging low on his hips and his blue t-shirt, which matched his blue eyes to perfection, clung to his muscular chest and torso.
“I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lance.” He shrugged. “In here anyhow.” He nodded his head toward the door. “Out there, I’m Master like everyone else.”
My brow knitted as I stared at him. This was unexpected and confusing. Why was I allowed the liberty of calling him by name in here?
“Why are you doing this?” The question I swore to myself I’d never ask any of them spilled from my lips.
Grabbing a wooden chair that was at the foot of the bed, he pulled it over to the side of the bed, turned it so the back was facing me and straddled it, folding his arms across the back. He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and by his expression I could see he was considering my question.
He eventually sighed, thrusting a hand into his short dark hair. “That’s a complicated question to answer.”
Feeling more brazen, I shifted on the bed and folded my legs under me. “Why is it complicated?”
“Because it is.”
“Who are you?”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Aside from being Lance?”
I nodded. This may be a plot to get me to lower my defenses. Most likely it was, but this was the most normal conversation I’d had since I was taken. For the first time I wasn’t trembling with fear. It put me at ease, slightly, and just added to the questions I had about the situation.
“I’m the son of the man who runs this operation.”
Despite knowing that already, I nodded. I opened my mouth to speak, but snapped it shut again.
He nodded his head at me. “Go ahead. This is your opportunity to get some answers, maybe the last one, don’t waste it.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“You’re going up for auction in a week’s time.”
“I don’t want to go up for auction.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“Who’s going to buy me? What happens? Where am I going?”
“Belgium, Israel, Turkey… You might even stay here in the U.S. Hard to say. We’re equal opportunity exporters. We get buyers from all over the world. I can’t really comment on who will buy you or what happens after you’re sent out. It’s up to the buyer, our part ends once the transaction is complete and pick-up is made. If you need training you may stay longer, but considering you’re a virgin, there shouldn’t be much training needed. Most of the time it’s the buyer who wants to mold you into what they want – especially with the virgins.”
“You don’t seem like the rest of them.”
He huffed. “You don’t know me. Why would I be here if I wasn’t?”
I shrugged. I hardly had any answers. Just questions.
“I heard them say you were going to train me…”
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “That’s the plan.”
“And what are you going to do to me?”
“For now, you’ll learn how to suck cock like a good little slave. As you can imagine, our buyers don’t appreciate slaves who gag when being sucked off.”
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