"Sold into slavery" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richmond Charles)

CHAPTER TWO

Susan sat in the dank room for several days, now knowing just what was going to happen to her. She was kept naked and was always allowed to use the bathroom every morning and every evening.

When the man came in with her breakfast tray one morning, he had a paper bag. "There's some clothes in there, as soon as you're finished eating and cleaned up I want you to put them on."

Susan nodded and began eating as the man left, locking the door behind him.

Twenty minutes later the man returned and took her to the bathroom.

"Shower, wash your hair good and then put that make-up on." He pointed to a box of make-up laying on the floor.

Susan nodded and stepped into the shower, adjusting the handles until the water was hot but bearable.

Fifteen minutes later she stepped out of the shower toweled her clean hair as dry as she could, then stepped over to the sink. She bent down and picked up the box of make-up. The box contained hair rollers, lipstick, a hair dryer, and all of the other necessities.

A half-hour later the bathroom door opened and the man came in.

"Wheeeeee!" he exclaimed. "You are one beautiful cunt!"

He turned her head from side to side, inspecting her just as he would a piece of meat at a food market.

"Let's get you dressed now. I've got a couple of prospective buyers coming over in about half an hour."

Leading Susan back to her room, he told her to get dressed, then left. She picked up the paper bag and emptied the contents on the cot. Sheer, flesh-colored nylons, a black garter belt, a pair of black crotch-less bikini panties, a bra with nipple holes cut out in the center, a plain mini housedress, and a pair of black heels fell onto the mattress. She put the clothes on. The dress had buttons all the way down the front.

She had to walk around the room several times getting used to the heels and was just passing the door when the lock clicked and it opened. The man entered.

"They're here," he said very matter-of-factly." When you meet them, you will reply to all of their questions, and if they give you an order, you will say, yes, Master, and comply without hesitation to their order. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Susan said softly, knowing she was about to be inspected and sold to a complete stranger.

"Lift your dress. Let me check you out before we go."

Susan dropped her hands to the hem of her dress and raised it to her waist. The man checked the nylons, garter belt, and had her turn around as he checked the tight fit of the bikini over her asscheeks. Susan then turned to face him and he ran his fingers to her tits and felt her nipples.

"Yes, they'll like you," he said, and led her out of the room for the last time.

They entered a very plush office where two men sat in front of a desk. Susan was led to the center of the office and the men turned their chairs to face her. Susan noticed that one of them was large and ugly and the other looked to be tall and slim.

"Hmmmm, not bad, Bob," the slim man said.

Susan felt the flush come to her cheeks as she stood there being ogled by the three men. She wanted to run, to hide her face, anything except be where she was.

"Lift the dress, cunt," the heavy-set man said.

She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but she knew what would happen if she did and she couldn't bear the thought of being whipped again. She knew she couldn't take the pain and would eventually have to do what they ordered anyway.

"Now!" Bob shouted, startling her.

She dropped her hands to the bottom of the mini-dress and raised it up to the tops of her nylons.

"Higher, cunt!" the slim man yelled. "Let's see that cunt!"

Her eyes lowered. She did not want to look at them. Obediently, she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist, revealing her sex peering out between the crotch-less panties.

"Not much bush," the burly man said, and she knew they were all staring at her pussy.

Suddenly her head snapped to the side. "Uuuuummph!" she groaned. Bob had slapped her hard across the face. She saw the back of his hand coming back. "Uuuunngghh!"

"What did I tell you to say when a master speaks to you?" Bob yelled at her, his face only an inch from hers.

Susan felt the blood seep out of the corner of her mouth from where his knuckles had split her lower lip. She looked at Bob with fright in her eyes. "Yes, Master!" she gasped.

"Then do it, Goddamn you!" Bob screamed.

"Y-yes, Master."

The two men smiled as Bob shouted at the girl.

Then the slim man spoke. "Take the dress off."

"Yes, Master," she said, and immediately her fingers went to the top button of her dress and slipped it through the buttonhole. Button followed button until the dress parted and she slid it off her bare shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

"Now let's see the inside of your cunt, bitch," the big man said.

"Yes, Master."

Her fingers moved to her cunt-lips as she spread her legs. She separated her pussy-lips as wide as she could, letting the men look at her pussy-flesh and feeling like she wanted to melt right there in the middle of the room.

"Turn around now," the slim man said.

"Yes, Master." She started to move her hands away from her cunt as she turned.

"Keep that cunt open, whore!"

She quickly moved her fingers back to her pussy-lips and spread them.

The three men looked at her lusciously rounded ass.

The short burly man spoke. "Back up here and bend over."

Susan moved back, still holding her cunt-lips apart. She felt fingers hook into the tops of her panties and slowly slide them down over the twin mounds of her supple asscheeks.

"Put your hands down on your ankles now." Releasing her pussy lips, she slid her hands down her nylon-clad legs. "Yes, Master."

Then she heard the men talking to one another.

"You want her ass, or cunt?"

Her mind recoiled at the words. They were going to fuck her right here, right here with everyone around!

"Please, please, Master, not here, please!" she groaned.

A stinging slap resounded across her naked ass. "Shut the fuck up, cunt, no one's speaking to you!"

Her body lurched forward slightly and hands grasped her naked hips, jerking her back roughly.

"I'll take her ass, you can have her cunt," the slim said.

"No, no, please, don't fuck me in my ass, please! I'll do anything! You can fuck my cunt! I'll suck your cum into my mouth, but please, not my ass!" she cried.

The tall man stood up, unzipping his pants. He pulled out a long slender cock. He moved up behind her and slid his cock between her legs.

Susan felt the cock press up between her legs, rubbing across her cunt-lips. She looked between her legs and saw it pull back and rub at the crack of her ass. The man's fingers grasped her asscheeks and separated them until he could see her puckered shit-hole. With a smile, he poked the tip of his cock at her shitter.

Susan cried out, "Please, Master! Please, not there, anywhere but there!"

Bob stepped in front of her. "Are you denying a master the pleasure of fucking you in the ass?"

She raised her head. "Please, I'll do anything! Please, Master, not there, it'll kill me! It'll rip me!"

"Since you feel that way about it, maybe you'd rather feel the riding crop across those beautiful asscheeks."

"No! No, Master, it's just that I've never had anything in there and I know it's going to rip me!"

Bob smiled. "Beg for it up your ass, slut."

"No, I beg of you, please don't make me!" Susan cried.

Bob looked at the slim man. "You want the privilege of making her beg?"

"Love it," the slim man said.

"Oh, Master, please, Master, please don't!"

Susan cried out.

"I'll get something that'll get her to quit that damned begging," Bob said.

The door slammed and she felt the slim man's cock slide back and forth through her asscrack, rubbing across her asshole. "Looks like you're about to get it good, cunt. Too bad you couldn't obey orders."

Tears welled up in Susan's eyes. She knew the pain would soon be burning through her body, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't let them fuck her in her ass, she just couldn't. Her mind was spinning with anticipation, knowing Bob would soon be coining back to hurt her, but she couldn't help it, he would just have to do it and she would just have to do her best to resist. She wondered if she could really hold out.

She was still bent over, the slim man rubbing his long cock roughly between her cunt-lips, when Bob returned. Without a word he grabbed her and pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt metal handcuffs snap around her wrists.

"Now, cunt, this is your last chance. Are you ready to beg for an ass-fucking?"

"Please, no – I can't – please don't make me!"

She was forced down on her back, her weight pressing harshly against her arms as she lay on them.

Bob smiled. "Okay, men, raise her legs up and hold her ankles between your knees."

They grabbed and spread her legs as they pressed their knees tightly up against her ankles. The soles of her feet weren't quite, the way Bob wanted them, so he had the guys switch legs and flip her over on her stomach.

Susan had no idea what was going on. She tried to turn her head but couldn't get it far enough around to get a good look.

"Okay, cunt, now we'll see how long it takes before you're begging to get ass-fucked." He brought a straightened wire coat hanger around for her to see. "We'll see how long your feet can take this."

"No! No! No!" she screamed as Bob stepped back.

She heard a hiss as the wire hanger flew through the air and landed across the instep of her left foot.

"Aaaaaaniiieeeeee!" she screamed as her body jerked up, then bounced against the floor. Her foot felt like it had just been set on fire as a horrible pain rushed into her bed.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Noooooo! Nooooooo! Pleeeeeaaaaaase! Stop!"

The wire slashed across her left foot again.

"Aaaaaaiiieeegh!" Needles of shooting pain. Tore through her body.

"Beg, cunt! Beg!" Bob yelled as the coat hanger dug cruelly into the bottom of her right foot.

"Nooooooo! Ooooohhh! Gaaaawwwwwd, noooooooo! No moooooore! No moooooore! Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass! Please stop, I'm begging, I'm begging! Fuck my ass with your cock! Just stop, I can't take anymore!" Susan cried out.

The wire coat hanger stopped. Bob knelt down and grasped a handful of her hair.

"Uuuuungggh!" she groaned as he pulled her hair.

Bob arched her neck backwards until she was looking into his face. "Now, you little trashy tramp, tell Mr. Anderson you're sorry for making him wait so long to fuck your asshole."

Immediately, Susan cried out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson! I'm truly sorry for making you wait to fuck me in the ass!"

"Tell him how much you want to be ass-fucked. How much you want to be corn-holed by his beautiful prick," Bob said.

The pain tore at her scalp as she cried out, "I really want your cock up my ass, Mr. Anderson! You have such a beautiful prick and I want it fucking up in my asshole, Mr. Anderson! Please fuck me! Corn-hole my asshole, Mr. Anderson!"

The two men looked at the bottoms of her feet as he pleaded with Mr. Anderson, to assfuck her. There was a mass of red welts. Where the wire had slashed into a welt blood was seeping out of cuts. They knew that when she was forced to stand up, she would be very lucky if she could tolerate the pain.

"Get up now, cunt, and bend over so Mr. Anderson can get at that asshole of yours!" Bob shouted.

The two men released her feet and slowly she got to her knees. With her wrists still cuffed behind her it was difficult to maneuver. She brought her right foot under her and the moment the bottom of her foot touched the floor she cried out as pain shot up into her leg. She looked up at Bob. "I-I don't know if I can stand!"

Showing no mercy, he told her she would either stand or take another lash of the hanger on each of her feet.

Sobbing as she put a little weight on her beaten foot, she pushed herself up.

"Ooooooh, God!" she cried out as fiery tongues of pain shot through the soles of feet.

Finally she was standing, bent over, offering her asshole to Mr. Anderson. She felt his cock slide between her legs once again and waited for the pain she was sure was coming.

"Got any Vaseline?" Mr. Anderson asked. "Yeah, here in my desk," Bob said, stepping to his desk and opening a drawer.

Susan felt her ass cheeks being spread wide. "Oh!" she gasped as fingers spread Vaseline all around her shitter.

She rose up on her toes as a finger pressed up into her body, smearing the grease around the ass walls. She felt the finger twisting painfully around within her body before slipping back out.

"Please don't hurt me! Please!" she cried. "Here we go gentlemen," Mr. Anderson said as his stiff prick slid between her asscheeks, his fingers digging sharply into her pliable flesh.

The tip of his cock-head touched the tight little opening as his hands slid onto her hips. She felt the pressure as he pulled her back, his cock-head pressed into the outer ring of her shitter. The pressure grew as he grunted and thrust at her body.

"Uuuuuurrrgh!" she stretched as her shitter spread wider and wider, shooting pain up into her bowels just before his cock-head popped up into her virgin shit-hole.

"Oooooh, noooooo! Pleeeeeaasse! Oooooh, it hurts! It hurts! It's too big!" she cried out, but the cock fucked farther and farther up into her body, spreading her asshole.

"Man, this chick has one tight asshole," Mr. Anderson said, and with a heave and a grunt he fucked another two inches of cock into her bent-over body.

"Uuuuurrrrrgh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned as the pain swirled through her body.

"Give it to her man! Fuck the dumb cunt's asshole good!" the short burly man gasped as he stared at Mr. Anderson's cock fucking deeper and deeper into the squirming girl's body.

With one final pull on Susan's haunches and a mighty thrust forward, the slim man's cock fucked completely into her body. A shriek of pain rang out around the room.

Mr. Anderson held his cock deep in her bowels, feeling the tightness pressing against his cock. "This bitch is going to be one hell of a fuck. Goddamn she's tight, but I'll loosen her up!"

"Nooooooo! Noooooo!" she cried out as the cock twisted deep within her body. She wanted to squeeze and press the cock buried in her shitter back out, but when she tightened her ass muscles around the long stiff prick, it only increased the pain filling her asshole.

Suddenly she felt the cock pulling back, and she was sure he was pulling her insides right along with it. The pressure was like a vacuum trying to ream her entire insides out.

"Oh shit, yeah, baby! Yeah, it feels great!" Mr. Anderson gasped, slowly pulling back until the head of his cock was all that was inside of her body.

"Please, Master! Please, no more! I can't take it!" Susan cried.

But it was a worthless plea as the cock fucked back up into her body, bringing back the shooting jolts of pain along with it. "Now it's time to get a really good fucking!" His fingers dug painfully into her hips just as he thrust forward with all his might.

"Aaaaiiieeeeee! Aayyyeeeeee!" Susan screamed as the cock slammed forward. She was sure she was about to pass out, but no such relief came. Just when his balls slapped against her asscheeks, he jerked back out, sending jolts of searing pain crashing into her guts.

The fucking tempo quickened, bringing grunts of pain with each searing stab of his cock. She knew he was ruining her for life with the pounding her ass was taking, but she had no say in the matter. It hadn't been for her to decide.

Mr. Anderson's body rocked back and forth, back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of the tight shitter of the bent-over girl as shouts of encouragement rang throughout the room from Bob and the large burly man.

"Ram her! Ram her!"

"Fuck! Fuck, what an asshole! I'm getting ready to cum – yeah, man – yeeeaaaaahhhhh, I'm gonna cum!"

Susan felt the cock swell even larger as it fucked deep up into her shitter. She felt it pulsing against the walls of her asshole as she cried out, and suddenly she felt it erupt, sending stinging hot gobs of slick white jism deep into her body.

"Yeeeeaaaaah, I'm cummmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmming!"

As soon as Mr. Anderson was through with her, he eased his cock back out. When his cock-head pulled free, it made a loud popping sound, almost like a champagne cork bursting free of a newly opened bottle.

The relief in her shitter was almost overwhelming. Susan gave a long sigh of relief.

Her testing wasn't quite over though as Mr. Rowdy, the stocky man, stepped up behind her and fucked his thick cock deep into her pussy. She grunted with each thrust. Fortunately, after watching Mr. Anderson ass-fuck her, Mr. Rowdy was so horny that he was spilling his jism within seconds.

As soon as the two men had cleaned up they were back in their respective chairs, writing out their bids on the lovely piece of flesh standing lewdly in front of them.

Bob took the bids from the two men and read them out loud. "Mr. Rowdy, your offer is five hundred higher than Mr. Anderson's, so it looks like you just brought yourself a new slave."

"Fuck," Mr. Anderson said. "I thought I'd beat you out on this one."

At that point, Mr. Rowdy tossed a paper bag at Susan's feet.

"Take Bob's things off and put that on," he said.

Bob moved around behind her and slipped the key into the handcuffs. She brought her wrists around in front of her and tried to rub the soreness out before she removed what little clothing she had left on, then removed the garment from the paper bag. It amounted to little more than a potato sack with three openings cut in it for her arms and head, but she slipped it over her head. The bottom of it just barely covered her asscheeks.

Once Susan was ready, Mr. Rowdy shook hands with Bob, thanking him for such a beautiful prize. Then he turned to Mr. Anderson and offered his condolences.