by Lacey Kane
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Indentured
Copyright © 2014 by Lacey Kane
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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit material and adult language, and might offend some readers. This is for adults only.
Disclaimer: The sexual practices contained herein are of a fantasy BDSM nature. Do not try any new sexual practice or any of those described within this book without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Many of the acts described within this book are figments of the author’s rather abundant imagination and might, therefore, not be possible, legal, and/or advisable. Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, injury, harm, or death resulting from the use of the information found within this or any other title.
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Epilogue
About the Author
Other Lacey Kane Titles
You know the old saying about making a deal with the devil? I don’t think I ever really, truly had a grasp of what that might mean until my twenty-second birthday. That was the day I became known as slave and was no longer called by my name. It’s been so long now I no longer even remember what my name had been. Crazy.
Not that I regret it. Not now.
It all started three years before that. I was starting my freshman year at the state college when I was offered the opportunity of a lifetime to join Omega Psi. The Omega girls were the most popular on campus, always dating the starters on the football team and basketball team, or if they were really lucky, one of the guys in Alpha Sigma Gamma, that sort of thing. When you’re new to a place, you want to fit in, find new friends…you’ll do anything. Or I would. Maybe not everyone would, but after spending my teen years with braces, glasses, and freckles and being teased mercilessly because of it, I definitely would.
So I pledged as an Omega, happily going through the Pledge Week rituals and agreeing to whatever they asked. When I made it through all of that and they told me I was in, I didn’t even bat an eye when they shoved a contract under my nose and told me to sign it, and I damn sure didn’t read the thing. I just grabbed the nearest pen and signed on the proverbial dotted line.
The next three years flew by, because the fun started right away. As a freshman, I dated one of the football team’s linebackers, a big junior named Austin Dalton. He came to my dorm room every night, gave my roommate a look that told her to scram, and then he had me suck him off or he pounded me hard from behind, doggy style.
A few times late in the spring semester, he brought one friend or another with him—other guys from the football team. I wasn’t so sure about all that, but by the first time Austin brought someone else along, he knew some surefire ways of convincing me to do what he wanted. Namely, he pulled a rabbit vibrator out of his pocket, pressed it over my clit without even removing a stitch of my clothes, and held it there until I had an earth-shattering orgasm. After that, I was like putty in his—or their—hands. They would put me into position, forcefully holding me in place, and then they did what they wanted with me. Not only was that night the first time I ever allowed anal, but it was also my first DP. By the time they had finished that first time, I was starting to think it was kind of hot…so I didn’t complain the next time Austin brought a friend.
In my sophomore year, Austin had left school to play in the NFL a year early, but word had gotten around about the kinky stuff I’d let him do. Between that and my status as an Omega girl, it didn’t take long before Jordan Scott, the star player on the basketball team, found me at a party, plied me with a few beers (not that I would have refused either the beers or anything else he wanted to do with me, because holy hell was he hot), and then took me back to his apartment.
I was pretty drunk, and he was pretty horny, so I didn’t exactly complain when he stripped me down and tossed me on his bed. In fact, I was so drunk that I didn’t notice he’d stretched my arms up over my head and handcuffed them to the bars on the headboard. It was only when he was pulling my legs up and back and cuffing my ankles to the headboard that I realized what was happening. I complained, or at least I thought I did, but then Jordan freed his huge cock and started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. At that point, I forgot all about complaining and focused instead on how crazy good it felt.
We didn’t exactly date, Jordan and me. There wasn’t much time to focus on dating when every night I’d go to his apartment and he’d restrain me in some way, and then fuck me into oblivion. Who needed dinner and a movie when the orgasms were coming at such a rapid pace? Definitely not me. Since word had gotten around about how the previous year, Austin had brought friends to fuck me, it wasn’t long before Jordan was doing the same. One night, after a big win, he brought the entire basketball team over. They tied me up, belting my wrists to my ankles and my elbows to my knees, and then passed me around until I’d fucked and sucked all of them and was covered from head to toe in their cum.
Jordan moved on to the NBA after that year, so my junior year I was yet again without a boyfriend. (Or maybe fuck buddy would be more accurate.) But not for long. Ty Naughton, a senior who was president of Alpha Sigma Gamma, found me the first day I was back at campus. He came up to me from behind while we were out on the lawn in front of the law building, pinned my back against him with one arm around my waist, lifted the back of my skirt with the other hand, and slid two fingers beneath my panties and straight up into my cunt. I was so surprised by what he was doing that I tried to shove him away, and he moved those fingers out and slipped them forward, pinching my clit between them and his thumb—hard. It hurt, but it also nearly gave me a climax right there on the lawn. I couldn’t believe how I was turned on by what he’d done, but I couldn’t exactly deny it either. The next thing I knew, I was going to his apartment every night.
He liked to tie me up, just like Jordan had. But he didn’t just handcuff me and fuck me. No, Ty took it a lot further than that. You see, he hadn’t missed the fact that I’d nearly come from him pinching my clit so hard it brought tears to my eyes. How could he have, when his hand was sopping wet with my juices when he pulled it out from between us? Ty knew something about me that I’d never imagined. I was a pain slut. I liked being dominated, bound up, humiliated, having control taken from me…and I really got off on getting hurt. It just so happened that Ty got off on delivering pain just as much as I got off on receiving it. He was a sadist, I was a masochist. Perfect fit, right?
So each night when I went to his apartment, he’d strip me down, restrain me in some manner, pull me over his knee, and spank me until I came. After my spanking, sometimes he’d have me suck him off, and other times he’d put some porno or another on the big screen, put me on my knees, and fuck me from behind while we watched.
Ty was no different from Austin and Jordan in that he sometimes brought friends to join us. They would strap my arms up overhead from the ceiling, and one would spank me while the other bit my tits and clit until I had a wild orgasm, or maybe they would
tie me down over a table while they each spanked me until they were too tired to go on, through my seemingly endless, mind-numbing climaxes. Always, no matter what form of pain they inflicted upon me to bring me to those orgasms, I was then expected to thank them with sex. Not that I was opposed to this idea or anything. I don’t think I liked anything as much as I liked to fuck and be fucked.
As the year went on, Ty started leaving me restrained in his apartment for longer stretches of time. After one night when I’d had at least a half dozen orgasms, he cuffed both my wrists and ankles to his coffee table, with my ass exposed at the perfect angle for both a spank or a fuck. He put a blindfold over my eyes. Then he left me there…but he didn’t lock the door. At various points through the day, guys came in and spanked me then fucked me hard, and left me just as I was until the next one came. I missed all my classes that day, including an exam, but I didn’t care. Not really. By that point, going to school was more about getting amazing sex than it was about my education. That day, at least six different men came in and got me off, before Ty finally untied me and tossed me in the shower, where he proceeded to fuck my brains out.
Another time, he took me to an Alpha Sigma Gamma party. It was on a Friday night, at the frat house. He and some of the other Alphas bent me over a pool table and tied me down. After I’d come a few times from being spanked, one of the guys used a pool cue to smack my ass and thighs. I can’t even describe to you the climax I had from that. I spent the rest of the weekend being spanked with various implements and fucked senseless in various parts of that frat house…always tied down, not always by someone I knew…with meals and showers and bathroom breaks interspersed here and there. I was occasionally left alone long enough to sleep. Monday came and went with more of the same. By Tuesday, I was starting to realize that it had gone on for longer than just the weekend. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come to orgasm. I had no earthly idea how many men had fucked me, let alone who they were. On Tuesday night, Ty came back for me and took me home with him…and I slept straight through my Wednesday classes from the exhaustion of it all.
When Spring Break came around, Ty took me to a ski resort in Colorado. The whole lodge he’d booked for us was filled with men, no other women, and they were all horny. Crazy horny.
The first night, Ty stripped my clothes off in the main room, bent me over the back of a sofa, and tied me down…then started fucking me hard in the ass. In no time, the room was filled with guys watching intently, stroking their cocks. After he came, he grabbed a poker from next to the fire and started spanking my ass and the backs of my thighs with it. Needless to say, I had a massive orgasm from that, right there with a room full of horny, strange men watching.
The full week progressed much like it had in the frat house, with me always tied down and being spanked to climax or fucked, other than those moments I was sleeping, eating, or grooming. They didn’t just use their hands or the fire poker to spank me. They used ski poles, skis, snowboards…anything that seemed like a reasonable thing with which to strike an ass, they tried.
I got so completely lost in my lust-filled haze that I didn’t realize the whole week had gone by, and that Ty had flown home and left me there, while these strange men were continuing my sexual torment. After a second full week had gone by, Ty flew back to Colorado on Friday and collected me, then took me home. I’d missed an entire week of classes that time.
The Colorado incident should have infuriated me. I mean, Ty had left me with men neither one of us knew, making certain I was nothing more than a sexual object for all of them before he left. But for some reason, it didn’t really bother me. I mean, I’d never been spanked so thoroughly and completely, or so often, in my entire life—which meant I’d never climaxed so often in my entire life. My ass and thighs were so sore, I could hardly sit through the flight.
As soon as we got back to his apartment, Ty proceeded to not just spank me, but to use a flogger on me. He put my arms up overhead, strapped together and hanging from the ceiling. Then he pulled me up until my toes couldn’t even reach the ground any more. And he took out this flogger thing, scary looking black leather strips that seemed sure to leave marks, and started swinging it.
He didn’t just flog my butt and thighs, though, like he would if he was spanking me. He swung it so it struck me just about everywhere, my back, the fronts of my thighs, my stomach, my bare breasts. Each blow stung just a bit, but then it became more of a throbbing ache all over. I was close to having another insane orgasm, so close I was shaking and straining and moaning with my need, when he told me to spread my legs in a V.
As soon as I did, he swung it up to strike against my pussy, some of the falls even biting into my clit. That was all it took to send me over the edge into the craziest orgasm of my life. I even blacked out. When I came to, I had a blindfold over my eyes, ear plugs in my ears, ropes binding my arms together behind my back, belts strapping my ankles to my thighs, and I had a cock pounding into my ass, another in my pussy, and yet one more in my mouth, all at the same time. None of them belonged to Ty.
I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t care. When they finished, there were more floggings and spankings, more fucking, more breaks for sleep and meals and grooming. I lost track of time, engulfed as I was in my world of constant sexual arousal. Even when they allowed me to sleep, which was usually during the day while the guys were in classes, I was tied up somehow and often had dildos or vibrators or other objects stuffed inside my holes.
When the school year ended, I’d flunked every single one of my spring classes. I didn’t really care, though. I’d become so sexually alive, school didn’t matter. Besides, spending another semester in college would mean another semester as an Omega…and that couldn’t be a bad thing, right?
I returned to my senior year three days before my twenty-second birthday. I never made it to a single class.
Frank Wilson was the new president of the Alphas. He came up behind me that first day, pulled me into a dark janitor’s closet in the science building, bent me over and handcuffed me to a shelving unit, spanked me into a screaming climax, and then pounded into me from behind so hard that everything on the shelves fell off. He left me there. A few other Alpha guys came and did the same throughout the day, and a couple of janitors too, and then they took me back to the frat house that night. By then, those guys knew just what I liked, so I spent the three days leading up to my birthday in tied-up, sexed-out bliss.
The morning of my birthday, however, I woke up with a shock.
Literally.
Frank tossed a five-gallon bucket filled with ice water over me. I was strapped over the back of a sturdy high-backed chair in the fenced-in backyard behind the frat house. “Wake up, slave.”
I shivered, and I shuddered, and then I realized what he’d called me. Slave. I had a damn name, and I wasn’t anyone’s slave even if I let them tie me up and do what they would all the time. That was my choice, damn it. I blinked my eyes as though that could clear the cobwebs from my head and tried to say, “Fuck you,” (whether that was an invitation or a curse, I didn’t particularly care) but the duct tape over my mouth prevented anything but a muffled “Mmm.”
Before I could sort out what was going on, my bonds were being released and strong hands were rubbing all over my body in the same hard scrubbing motion they usually used when they cleaned me in the shower. Sure enough, I smelled soap, and more hands added to the mix to wash my hair.
Another bucket of ice water fell over me, rinsing all the soap away and leaving my teeth chattering from the cold. Some soap went into my eyes, and they stung so badly I couldn’t keep them open. Not that I needed to see to know what would come next. The tip of the douche tube was inserted and bone-chillingly cold fluid washed up inside my sex. Then they lay me on my stomach and performed an enema. When they’d finished all of that, a third bucket of ice water was dumped over me.
Finally, enough of the soap had left my eyes and I looked up at Frank, standing several feet awa
y from me. Two of the other Alphas held me by the arms, not allowing me to move even an inch in any direction. Three more stood next to Frank, staring at my cold, clean, nude form. All six men had huge erections tenting their pants, and I couldn’t help but think about the feel of them inside me. If they were going to fuck me now, that would sure as hell warm me up.
But Frank pulled a piece of paper out from a folder and held it up, as though I could read it from the distance between us. “Recognize this?” he asked in a mocking voice.
I didn’t understand why he would be speaking to me like that. I mean, I’d been doing what he wanted, hadn’t I? I’d had plenty of orgasms over the last few days, but so had all of them. And it wasn’t like I could have done anything any differently. I’d been tied up however they wanted me the whole damn time.
“No?” Frank said a moment later. “It’s the contract you signed when you joined Omega Psi. And right here—” he pointed to a line about two-thirds of the way down the page— “it says that if you don’t maintain a 3.5 GPA during your entire college career and get at least a 3.0 in each semester, you will owe Alpha Sigma Gamma two hundred fifty thousand dollars, payable immediately upon your twenty-second birthday. That’s today, isn’t it?”
I nodded, and my heart sunk. Before last year, I was maintaining about a 3.3 or 3.4 GPA. With flunking every class last spring, though? There was no way it was above a 3.0 anymore, and that would have been a big, fat 0.0. But seriously. Two hundred fifty thousand dollars? Where on earth was I going to come up with that sort of money? Besides, it couldn’t possibly be a legal, binding contract. They couldn’t enforce it.
“It goes on to say,” he continued, “that if you can’t provide us with that amount as required, you will immediately be taken to an auction, where Alpha Sigma Gamma alumni can bid on your indentured servitude for a period of five years.”
