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

CHAPTER FOUR

Through the day she thought about the show. What kind of show was it? What were they going to do to her? Would there be pain? Question after question ran through her mind.

Lunch and dinner came and went as usual, but about a half an hour after her dinner tray had been taken away the girl she had met earlier returned.

"It is time to get you ready," she said very matter-of-factly. "Please sit at the desk."

Susan did as she was asked and the girl began putting make-up on Susan's face. The girl was very slow and deliberate, taking her time until at last Susan was allowed to look in the stainless steel mirror. Her lipstick, rouge, eye shadow, eyeliner had been done to enhance every line of her pretty face, making her look even more beautiful. Her hair had been in rollers all the time the make-up was being applied, and the girl now began removing them. Once the rollers were out the girl brushed, teased and combed Susan's hair until it glistened like soft strands of gold falling in soft waves around her face to her shoulders.

Next came the outfit Susan would wear. First came the diamond patterned black hose, which Susan pulled up each long leg. A regular pair of black bikini panties followed, and then the black garter belt with frilly lace surrounds the edges. Susan snapped the suspenders hanging from the garter belt to the tops of her hose. The frilly black bra fully covered her tits and hooked between the two firm, round globes. The red dress went all the way up to her neck, with a slight curve at the top showing very little flesh. Little red buttons ran all the way up to her neck. This was followed by a pair of red satin pumps, to accentuate the delicious curves of her long legs.

The girl stood back and eyed Susan, making sure everything was neatly in place. "Yes, Master will be pleased when he sees you."

The girl led Susan out the door into the cool fresh air. They walked to the rear of the corrugated building, where a man stood at a door. He unlocked the door and Susan heard the door lock once they were inside. The girl led Susan to a small room no more than five feet square.

"You will wait here," the girl said, and closed the door.

Susan sat down on a bench. Her nerves were on the edge in anticipation of what was to come. Her wait didn't last long as the door opened again moments later. Two men dressed in tight black leather pants and open black leather vests studded with silver buttons stood at the door. "Come with us," the taller of the two well-muscled men said.

"Yes, Master," Susan said as she stood and excited the little room to stand between the men.

They ushered her up some stairs and she could hear voices, many voices, coming from nearby. They stood at a door, which the shorter man opened, and Susan was led onto a stage. She looked out and saw a crowd of forty or fifty people, all men, sitting in folding chairs facing the stage. The talk suddenly stopped as the audience saw Susan move to the center of the stage and wait for the show to start.

The taller man at her side spoke. "Gentlemen, this is Susan, our latest acquisition, and for the next hour she will be our entertainment. You all know the rules, so shall we begin?"

Applause ran throughout the room as the tall man turned to Susan.

"You will first show your servitude by kissing my boots, slut," he said.

Almost in a whisper, Susan said, "Yes, Master."

Without warning, the man's hand lashed out and caught her with a loud smack across her right cheek.

"Uuuuuummmmmph!" Susan grunted as her head snapped to the left. She felt the heat rise in her cheek.

"You will speak louder when speaking!" the tall man shouted at her.

In a loud clear voice, Susan said, "Yes, Master."

"Now kneel!"

"Yes, Master."

She dropped to her knees. Her eyes stared momentarily at the gleaming leather getting closer and closer to her face. Her head bowed down until she felt her lips press against the leather, kissing the boot all over the top of it until the man pulled it back and slid his left foot forward. Her head moved to the second boot and she pressed her lips to the spit-polished leather over and over again.

As Susan kissed the boot, a chair was brought out and placed just behind the man. He sat down and slid his boot from beneath Susan's face.

"Now lick the bottom clean," he said, and held the boot straight out at Susan.

Susan looked at the bottom of the boot and the dirt covering it. Her hands went up beneath the heel of the boot as her mouth opened.

She felt the dirt cover her tongue as she began lapping at the bottom of the boot. Several times she swallowed the dirt and grime down into her stomach. Her thoughts ran to how sick men must be to sit there and actually enjoy seeing another human being treated so badly.

The tall man pulled his foot away and offered her his right boot, and Susan continued licking and lapping dirt into her mouth until the man was satisfied.

After several minutes of bootlicking the man stood up and turned the wooden chair so that the back faced the audience. "I don't think she did a good enough job. Do you all think she should be spanked for doing such a terrible job?"

Applause and shouts urging the man to spank her rang out through the audience as the man turned to Susan.

"Get up, whore!" the man shouted.

Susan stood up, knowing that the pain was about to begin.

"Lean over the back of the chair, hands flat on the seat, and spread your legs!"

"Yes, Master."

Susan bent over the back of the chair, which raised and pushed her ass out toward the audience. Her legs spread as far apart as the high heels would allow her.

The shorter man stepped to her side, and as he handed the taller man a sandpaper-surfaced ping-pong paddle, he slowly raised the back hem of Susan's dress up until the audience could see her beautifully rounded asscheeks pressing tightly against her black panties.

Susan felt a finger slip into the band of her panties and slowly, teasingly, slide them down, baring her naked ass-flesh inch by inch to the leering audience.

The panties slid down until they were just below her asscheeks. She knew the men could see everything now. Her pussy lips were lewdly exposed beneath the curves of her ass, and she felt her face flush at the humiliation of being uncovered to the eyes of the horny men.

"You will receive ten blows to each asscheek for doing such a terrible job," the tall man said as one of his hands caressed her ass, feeling the silky smoothness. "When I am finished, you will thank me and apologize for doing such a sloppy job on my boots."

Susan shuddered in anticipation of the spanking. "Yes, Master."

The audience watched as the paddle was raised. Their necks craned forward just as the paddle swished downward and cracked across the creamy white flesh of the bent over girl's left asscheek.

"Oh! Oh!" Susan cried as the paddle flattened out the flesh of her ass, sending a stinging wave of pain through her body.

The paddle pulled back, leaving a rounded pink area blooming in the center of the white flesh surrounding it.

"Uuuuuuuuunngh!" Susan groaned as the paddle slammed into her right asscheek. "Uuuungh-unh-unnnhgg!"

The man swung the paddle hard, cracking it repeatedly into her jouncing ass-flesh, turning it from pink to red to scarlet. Susan felt her knees weaken and struggled to stay standing as the paddle fell with loud echoing smacks against her tortured ass-flesh. Her body jerked, the yelps of pain grew louder and tear dripped down onto the chair seat beneath her head.

The audience began shouting. They were beginning to feel like a part of the show as they saw bruises appear in the scarlet red of her beaten ass-flesh. Some of the bruises turned to purple as the paddle continued to slash down on her beaten ass.

The shorter man, who had been standing at Susan's side, now looked out at the audience.

"Now gentlemen, one more little punishment for our little blonde beauty," he said, and held up a butt plug for the audience to see.

Susan grunted as fingers pressed into her reddened and bruised ass-flesh, separating her asscheeks so the audience could clearly see her shitter. She felt something greasy drip squarely on the center of the little brown ass-bud and grunted again as the shorter man's finger touched, then pushed into her shit-hole and smeared the grease around the inside of her shit-chute.

The man placed the tip of the butt plug up against her shit-hole and violently rammed it in.

"Aaaarrrrrrrgh!" Susan moaned as she felt her shit-hole open, widen, and then narrow as the outer rings of her asshole closed around the narrower part of the plug. She felt nauseated and degraded knowing that all of the strangers could see the implement firmly imbedded in her shitter.

"Wiggle that ass, cunt," the tall man said. "Yes, Master!" Susan sobbed, and wiggled her ass back and forth for the pleasure of the sadistic men watching her humiliate herself. She felt the butt plug roughly twist in her shitter as she wiggled back and forth, bringing more tears of pain from her reddened eyes.

"Stand up now, you filthy little slut!"

"Yes, Master!" She straightened up, feeling a great weakness in her knees as she struggled to keep herself upright.

The taller man grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face the audience. "Now, apologize to them for not doing a good job on my boots."

Susan looked put at the audience. "I-I'm sorry for not doing a good job licking the bottoms of his boots."

She felt red flush come to her cheeks as the audience laughed loudly at her disgrace.

"Tell them you are so ashamed of your performance that you'd like to have ten of them come up here and fuck your tight cunt to make amends to them," the short man said.

"And look at them when you speak," the tall man said.

The thought of having to ask ten men, complete strangers, to come up and fuck her in the middle of the stage horrified her, but she knew that the pain still throbbing her asscheeks was nothing compared to what would happen to her if she refused.

Lifting her eyes, she looked out at the audience. "Sirs – Masters, I'm sorry that I didn't perform better and I feel I owe it to you to let ten of you fuck me."

The shorter man looked at her. "Tell them where you want to be fucked."

"I… I want you to fuck me in my cunt, my pussy! I want you to use my fuck-box and shoot your cum into it like it is nothing but a receptacle for your jism!" She lowered her eyes in shame.

"That's better, cunt," the man said. "Gentlemen, all of your chairs are numbered from one to ten in white stenciled numbers on the backs. I will draw a number from a box and all of you with that number on his chair can come up here on stage for a good fucking of this slut's cunt."

He looked to the side of the stage and a girl wearing nothing but a G-string came out carrying a small box. She held it as the shorter man reached in. Pulling out a piece of paper he unfolded it and read.

The men in the audience all twisted and turned to check the backs of their chairs, then shouts began coming from every direction in the audience from the joyous winners.

Susan watched as one by one the men came to the left side of the stage and stepped up the stairs until there were ten men eagerly waiting to get started.

The taller man went to the line of men and had them count off from one to ten.

"Now gentlemen, the number four has been added back to the box and we will draw out each number one by one until each of you has had his turn," he said.

As the shorter man put the number back in the box and the line of men began rubbing their crotches in anticipation of being first, two men Susan hadn't seen before brought out a padded bench three feet wide and six feet long. They placed the bench in the center of the stage, one end of it toward the audience. They went back to the side of the stage and returned carrying a large mirror mounted on a frame. The mirror was put at the end of the bench away from the audience.

One of the men then ordered Susan to strip off everything except the hose, garter belt, and pumps. Susan's fingers nervously unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off her shoulders. She handed the dress to the man. Her panties were still clinging to her asscheeks, and she slid them down her long legs until she could step out of them. Her fingers went to the hook of her bra, unclasped it, and peeled the black bra from her body, revealing her full round tits.

"Number six," the short man called out as he looked at the unfolded piece of paper he had just drawn out of the box.

"Woweeeeee! That's me!" come an excited cry from the sixth man in the line.

"The rest of you can line up on each side to watch," the tall man said, and then turned to Susan. "Sit down on the end of the bench, facing the audience."

Susan's mind was filled with hate for the men who were about to abuse her body.

"Yes, Master!" she said loudly and sat down on the bench.

The man who had won the first go at her began removing his pants as the others stood on each side of her, anxiously awaiting the action and their turns at the sexy beauty sitting on the bench.

"Lie down on your back and pull your ankles back to each side of your head," the tall man said.

"Yes, Master."

Susan assumed the position, her ass sticking wantonly into the air. Her legs spread wide she waited for the degradation of being forced to fuck a man totally unknown to her.

One of the men who had brought the bench and mirror out tilted the mirror so the men in the audience would get a good view of the naked girl getting a cock fucked into her cunt.

The man that had won the first fuck stepped up to Susan's raised ass, his stiff prick in his hand. Susan looked down between her pulled-back and spread legs. She saw that his cock wasn't overly big or thick, but still the feeling of him using her body as a receptacle for his cum angered her.

She watched the tip of his cock press up against her pussy-slit as his fingers unfolded her pouting pussy-lips. She was glad he wasn't big, since she was dry down there and even a normal-size cock was going to cause some pain in her dry pussy-hole.

As the cock pressed forward, she lay her head back, not wanting to see it.

"Unn!" she grunted as the cock-head pushed between her cunt-lips. She felt the head of it fuck into her as the man thrust forward. The man thrust until all of his cock was buried to the hilt. His leg pressed against the butt plug sticking out of her asshole, bringing a grunt of pain from the girl as it twisted and pressed against her ass-ring.

The men stared at the cunt, watching the man's cock as it slowly withdrew until only the tip rested between the folds of the girl's pink cunt-lips.

Susan felt the walls of her cunt slowly begin releasing their lubricating fluids around the shaft of the man's cock, making the feeling within her body a little less painful.

"Okay, cunt, now we'll start in," the man fucking her said, and rammed all the way into her body with his fuck-meat.

"Ooooooh!" Susan exclaimed as the cock crammed up into her jerking body.

"Come on, fuck the cunt! Give it to her!" someone shouted from beside her. "Fuck her! Ram it to the slut! Drive her up the wall!"

And the man fucking her began thrusting faster and faster into her cunt.

"Umph! Ummph! Ummmmmph!" Susan grunted with each hard thrust of the cock-meat.

She felt her cunt leaking more and more fuck-juice and she felt a strange sensation welling up in her stomach, a feeling uninvited, one that she didn't want and wouldn't accept.

No! She wouldn't let them make her cum! She wouldn't be degraded and humiliated even more by letting them see her get excited with a strange man's cock fucking away in her pussy.

"Slam it to the cunt! Make her beg for more!"

Shouts filled the air as the cock fucked in and out.

"Unh, unh, unh!" Susan grunted, her cunt filling, emptying, and filling again.

"Oh yeaaaaahh, baby! Oh, I'm getting ready!" the man screamed as he felt the walls of the girl's pussy tighten as his cock began to swell. "Oooooh! Ooooooh yeah, baby! I'm cummmmmmmmming!"

Susan felt the cock fuck as deep into her body as the man could get it. His fingers dug painfully into her hips as his cock throbbed and pulsed. She felt the heat of his jism as it spurted into her.

"Ooooo-ohh! Yeah, baby, that was great!" the man gasped as his cock slowly stopped throbbing. Slowly he pulled his cock from her cunt and stepped back.

Immediately Susan felt a second cock being shoved up into her body, slushing right into the jism just deposited there. The cock fucked in until it was buried in her cunt. As he eased back out, she felt the lubricating juices of her own pussy and the cum of the man who had just fucked her easing out between her cunt-lips and leaking down her ass crack.

The second man fucked away unceremoniously at her cunt while being urged on with shouts and yells from the men standing at her side and the men in the audience.

She grunted and moaned, fighting to keep her feelings under control. Her mind was on other things as the second man pounded, plunged and rutted at her cunt-hole until he too was yelling and his cock throbbed deep within her, emptying it cum.

A third man fucked her, then a fourth and a fifth, each filling her cunt with spunk. By the sixth man, her pussy was aching and hurting. Her grunts turned to cries of pain as the men continued to fuck her.

Finally the last man shot his jism into her pain-wracked body and pulled out of her pulverized pussy. The men stood over her, watching as tears began running down her cheeks.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as the short muscular man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright.

"On your feet, dog!"

"Oh-oh yes, Master!"

"Now on your knees at the end of the bench and rub your face in all that cum and pussy-juice!" He pointed to the pool of jism that had leaked out of her pussy.

Susan shuddered at the thought, but obeyed. She knelt down and put her face into the pool of cum and pussy-juice, smearing her face back and forth in it.

"Now on those ugly tits," the man said.

Susan moved up along the bench until her chest was in the sticky mess, dragging her tits back and forth through the goo. As she knelt there, she felt the butt plug tug at her asshole until suddenly it popped free.

"Arrrrrrggggggh!" she moaned as her asshole stretched and the plug was jerked ruthlessly out of her.

The men went back to their seats well satisfied with the fucking they had just given the girl as she was led off the stage and marched back to her room. The tall man unlocked the door and shoved her roughly in. "Clean your filthy ass up, cunt!"

Then the door slammed shut.

She looked into the stainless steel mirror and saw the gobs of cum covering her face and tits and felt jizz sliding down the insides of her legs. Slowly her body dropped to the floor, where she sat with her arms wrapped around her legs and sobbed loudly, her body shaking with tremors of shame and complete degradation. They had turned her into an animal, a toy, nothing more than a thing to be used for their sadistic pleasures.