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For James
Chapter 2
By Incomplete
Synopsis: A young pretty Asian wife falls into the hands of several sadists
but must endure it for the sake of her husband.
Story Codes: M/f slavery real reluctant humiliation Serious
Disclaimer: Story contains themes of rough non-consensual sex, bondage
and S&M,
and is not intended for minors. All characters in the story as well as events
are fictional. This is merely a creative, erotic piece for your enjoyment.
She hated them. She had never thought that she would ever want to kill
someone,
but now she did. All three of them. She hated them as much as she feared
them.
For the first time today, she was allowed to bathe and wash the semen off her
face, hair, and body. She still felt defiled but better. She knew that she
would never feel clean again.
Dressed in that small maid's outfit, and the high heels, she strutted around
the kitchen cooking for the men and their guest. The one, whom they
warned,
had her husband.
Around her neck was a new piece of accessory, a dog collar. Scooter even
took
the pain to scratch in her new position in life, "Uncle Billy's slut." She
abhorred that as well. It was tight, and when they pull on the leash that
dangled from it, it would almost suffocate her. That is part of the training,
they told her.
She spent a better half of the evening crawling around naked, except for the
heels. She barked, rolled over, heeled, played dead, and rubbed her face and
genitals against the men's leg. She was their "bitch." They took her to meet
Shadow and Pepper. She was ghastly afraid. The dogs were huge, but unlike
the
men, they were mild temper. They made her crawl next to them, hug them
and
kissed them.
"When you're not my slut, you're their bitch," said the sadistic old man. "One
day, if they do something good, or if you misbehave, I'll give you to them.
Breed some more bitches." They all laughed except for her.
It was dark outside, and the meal was prepared. She knelt obediently by the
door, waiting for the guest. The ominous knock came, and she went to open
the
door. Out stood the same officer she saw in the photo, curly mustache and
geeky
glasses. He too was lanky, like Taylor. She quickly pressed her body against
his
and kissed him deeply and sensually. It was her duty as a wife to save James.
The man seemed shock at her aggressiveness, and stared shockingly at Uncle
Billy.
"Wow, she's even hotter than I thought," he said excitingly, like a kid with a
new toy.
"Yea, she's a smart bitch. Learns fast," the old man replied.
Officer Berg or B, as they call him, strode straight to the dinner table and
sat down.
"Well, I guess dinner is served," and started to eat. The other three men
joined him. Uncle Billy gave his new slut a knowing glance, and she walked
closer to the table and stood next to B. Whenever a glass or plate was empty,
she would refill it. B didn't bother to look at the attractive goddess standing
next to him. He did however wrap his long skinny arms around her leg, as
she
stood there. He massaged her inner thigh and tickled her pussy opening with
his fingers. All the while, the girl just stood still, only trembling ever so
slightly.
"Wow, she is good," he commented. "Very obedient." he added, as he slid
his
fingers under her panties and probed her cunt. Then he slid two fingers into
it. He smiled with satisfaction.
The molestation went on throughout dinner. When the food was finally
finished,
she was allowed to clean up. Her stomach inadvertently growled. She hadn't
eaten the entire day. Hearing this, B offered her some of his leftovers. She
was told to bring the desert out first. She did, and was about to obtain the
small parcels when B shouted, "Wait. A good bitch has to earn it."
Jeannie could hear a zipper being lowered. Disgracefully she got on her
knees
and crawled under the dining room table. She would rather starve than to
earn
her food this way, but she knew that in the end, it had to be done. Luckily,
he came fast, but he held her head tight against his crotch until she
swallowed.
It was salty and fishy, but she was resigned to her fate, and she swallowed
and swallowed like a thirsty schoolgirl.
* * * * * * * *
Like the men before her, Officer Berg thought he was in heaven. The exotic
Asian girl knelt in front him, massaging, and licking his toes, in her
nakedness. She had a pair of nice B-cup sized breasts that were full and firm,
and looked perfect on her small frame. He yanked the leash and pulled her
beautiful face up to his crotch. She knew the routine, especially when her
tormentor sat naked in front of her with his erection in full view. She
lowered
her pouty lips onto it.
"Nice and slow and don't let go. Just go up and down, slowly like that."
She felt like a whore. In her entire life, she had been with one man, James.
And now in less than 24 hours, she had performed oral sex on three different
man. The television was customarily on, but no one was really watching. B
had
the idea of leading his new toy around the room with her mouth glued to his
prick. Jeannie flushed with humiliation, but was afraid to let go, as she
crawled backwards before him.
Finally he came, but cruelly, he ordered her not to swallow. "Just hold it."
With a mouth full of his ejaculation, some of it dribbling down her chin, she
stood on all fours, like a piece of furniture in front of B. In fact, to him,
she was, as he rested both feet on her back. Looking at her slightly full
cheeks containing his seeds, he smiled and began watching television.
The men were unbelievable. They spoke, laugh, and talked about sports,
cars,
and even women, as if she weren't there. Taylor even dispensed advice to B
on
how to court a woman. This brought back fresh tears to Jeannie's eyes as she
remembered her own courtship. She turned to look at B.
"You want to swallow my cum?" he asked.
She had no choice but to nod energetically.
"Okay then, go ahead," he permitted.
"Thank you sir," she said as she had learned to be polite, no matter how
indignant the act was.
B was very pleased with the girl. He stood up and walked over to the counter
where he had left a DVD when he entered this paradise several hours ago.
He
slipped it into the player and pressed play. On the screen was James. He
looked
conscious and was struggling vehemently against his bonds. Suddenly he
screamed,
and Jeannie's heart lept in her chest with him. Luckily it was just someone
hosing him off, with probably very cold or hot water. There he was left, tied
up in a fetal position, shivering in some unknown holding cell.
B looked into the teary eyes of the slave girl in front of him. "Please sir, let
my husband go," she begged.
"It's not my choice," he said. "But I can make his stay comfortable, if you
listen and obey."
"I will," she stammered. "I have." Looking around at the men, hoping to gain
some affirmation.
"She's a good little slut," Uncle Billy said. "Tell the man what you can do."
She needed no further encouragement. "I can suck and fuck. I will make you
happy. I'll be good. I promise."
"Can you entertain? Like when there's guests, just like now." asked Berg.
"Yes! I sing. I was in choir. I play the piano. I dance."
B smile. She really was an innocent one. "No, I mean for strip and fuck
yourself."
Jeannie looked up astonished. They never cease to amaze her with their
perversions. A large foot long dildo was thrown in front of her. "Use it until
you cum," ordered Scooter.
This was too much. She kept shaking her head. She couldn't humiliate
herself
further. How could she do her most private acts in front of strangers.
"A slut performs," added Uncle Billy.
"Sorry about this B," Taylor said, and her three kidnappers descended on the
helpless girl.
Minutes later, her hair was pulled cruelly back by a rope attached to a pulley
on one of the side beams of the ceiling. Standing on tip toes, with her hands
cuffed behind her, she was mercilessly beaten with an assortment of whips
and
crops. She screamed. It didn't matter to the men. No one would hear her. To
them, it was wonderful. She was singing.
Finally they stopped, and Scooter came up with some wooden clothes pins,
with a
bell dangling off the free end. "These are for your tits, or your nipples to
be exact," he said.
"Noo, no, please no," she begged, but it was too late. She felt them squeezed
tightly onto her nipples as they jingled. Officer B lit a cigarette and stood
up next to her. His hand running over her sweaty body.
"Uncle Billy's Slut," he read on her collar. "Are you ready to obey your
owner?"
Beaten she whimpered a soft yes. There was no way around it. She belonged
to
them until her husband somehow got away. Then she would either be saved
or she
would take her own life. Anything was better than this hell. For now though,
there was no way out.
"AhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she felt the tip of the
cigarette burn
her breast. When she opened her tear stained eyes, she saw the cigarette was
still not out. He smiled and repeated his torture, touching the hot end of the
cigarette to her breasts.
"Yes! Yeeeeeeees! YeeeeeeeeeSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed.
Minutes later, she was on the ground, her legs spread. For the first time, it
wasn't for her husband. She took the dildo, and was about to insert it into
her pussy when B stopped her. He rolled something to her, and she
recognized
it as the empty apple cider bottle from dinner.
"You have to earn the other one. Sluts use that to pleasure themselves. Right
now, you're a bitch. Now show me what you can do."
* * * * * * * * * *
Jeannie was bent over the edge of the bed in the guest room. Her hands still
tied behind her back, her face tear stained. She stood in this compromising
position because of this brute. This man who swore to serve and protect was
now
torturing her. Again her mouth was "attached" to his penis. He was sleeping
soundly now, but she wasn't allowed to let his prick slip out of her mouth.
She was, in his terms, "his cock holder."
During the course of the night, after her performance, in which she was
taught
various vulgar words, and terms and then made to perform them. She was
raped
repeatedly by B. Aside from James, who was the first man to penetrate her
vagina, she had never had sex with any other man before this. He made her
smile and moan, even though it hurt the entire time. His prick was long and
skinny, like the rest of the man, and it poked into her cervix. Yet she was
made to fake pleasure, to scream out his name, and worst of all, beg him to
do
worse, using the obscene words that they had taught her. Now here she was,
"Uncle Billy's slut," and "B's bitch," and probably soon to be the town whore.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The days that followed were absolute hell. She was forced to watch
pornography
non-stop. Then, when it did stop, she would be made to repeat the
techniques,
endlessly on the sex toys that they gave her. Someone was always watching
her,
to ensure that she wasn't being lazy, as "sluts" are prone to be. Her mouth
and tongue ached. Her vagina, or her pussy or cunt, as they called it, ached.
Clutching her knees, and naked as usual, Jeannie huddled against the wall in
the dimly lit basement. Her mobility was limited by the long chain that was
attached to her bitch collar. The air was humid, and being such, it left a
perpetual layer of perspiration on her body that made it glisten seductively
under the warm yellowish glow of the hanging light.
Footsteps could be heard coming down into the basement. She pulled her
legs
tighter to her body, covering her tender breasts. Even in her frightened state,
she could still make out the number of men who were descending into her
hell.
"Well look at my bitch," commented B. "Hmm Hmm fuckably good!"
At the sound of that word, Jeannie couldn't help but shudder, and despite the
heat, a cold chill ran up her spine. Her cunt was still felt raw, and it was
red from the constant unwanted attention.
"She sure does look good," said Taylor. "but she looks sad."
"It's okay," replied his uncle, "I got just the thing that bitches need. Bitch
food." Reaching into his pocket he took out a small handful of dog food.
When
the girl didn't respond, he was upset. He took the time to buy her some
quality IAMs and she just sits her lazy cunt there.
"Doesn't look like bitch is hungry. Maybe she needs some exercise,"
recommended
Scooter.
Usually, the other two men didn't care much about what came out of their
dumber kinsman's mouth, but somehow the suggestion of activity, especially
with such a fine lady specimen struck a cord.
"Let's get the bitch to crawl for us," suggested Scooter again.
"You heard my nephew bitch. Get your cunt moving!" shouted Uncle Billy.
Slowly, the girl turned to the men, her eyes were teary. Was it what they
said,
or had they always been teary since she was in their possession? In a tired
voice, she pleaded, "Please. You've had enough fun. Let us go." Even in her
state, she spoke and begged for her husband as well.
Annoyed, Uncle Billy grabbed hold of the long chain that was attached to her
collar and yanked it, sending her slender neck forward, and the girl, caught
by surprise, yelped. Taking off his belt, he whipped her mercilessly. At first
it was her back, but as it turned red, Jeannie started to crawl away, as the
men wanted to see from the start. Following her, Uncle Billy began to aim at
her thighs, her ass, and even her tits with a good underhand stroke. That hit
completely destroyed her, as she fell into a fetal position in the middle of
the room. "No more please," she mumbled through the sobs.
"Bitch, you just don't fucking understand. I thought you were smart, but I
guess a cunt just fucks and never thinks. We own you for as long as we feel
like," stated Taylor as confidently as he would his name.
"Get up and crawl," commanded Scooter. Like an obedient bitch, she
gingerly
got up, rubbing her sore breast at first, then fearing the men would be
impatient with her, began to crawl as far as the chain would allow and then
back.
"Good girl," praised Uncle Billy in a gentle fatherly tone and petted her on
her head.
"You think she can do any tricks?" asked Scooter.
"Sit up," tried Taylor. Obediently, she got on her knees and raised her hands,
dorsiflexing them in front of her like a bitch, the same way the men were
treating her. The men were amused, and continued, "Roll over, play dead,
fetch."
That last one was the hardest to follow due to the depth of the humiliation.
Scooter produced a dildo and threw it, making her fetch it. They weren't
satisfied that she merely retrieved it with her mouth, but it must be
retrieved correctly. The cock head was the end she must gently "hold on" to
with her mouth, leaving the base and plastic scrotum replica sticking
obscenely
out. For the next fifteen minutes or so, they played this new game with her.
With each successful fetch, she was rewarded with a dildo slap to the face,
smearing her saliva messily around.
Finally, they too tired of this humiliating game. By then, the men already had
an erection from watch the pretty girl crawl around the dirty basement floor.
They made her turn around and assume the bitch position, on her hands and
knees
with her ass toward them.
"Spread those bitch thighs further apart," commanded Scooter, already
eyeing
his prey hungrily.
Knowing where this was going, Jeannie tried to close her legs and crawl
away,
as illogical as that was. Seeing her move, Scooter immediately fell upon her,
and with his legs in between hers, it made it impossible for her to close her
thighs. He grabbed and twisted her slender arms cruelly behind her, and
plunged
right into her sore pussy. With one hand, he held onto both her wrists,
turning
them unnaturally upwards. His other hand went and grabbed her long silky
bitch
mane, and jerked them back. Jeannie had to arch her neck back to lessen the
tension on her scalp. Intoxicated by his domination, Scooter slammed into
her
even harder, garnering a painful grunt from the girl.
"WOooo hOOOooo! Ride them cowboy!" shouted Taylor, in an
uncharacteristic
outburst of emotion.
With each inwards thrust, Scooter would simultaneously lift her arms
painfully
upwards and yank at her hair. This made the girl tense up in pain and
inadvertently tighten her soft cunt muscles. Paradoxically, this made the rape
even more painful, as Scooter's cock rubbed even harder at her inner pussy
walls that now hugged his cock. Finally, after an eternity, she felt him
loosen up. Thinking she was safe, she sighed a breath of relief only to feel
his cock edged up against her anal opening. In fear, the girl surprised even
her attacker by flipping over and kicking him in the face.
A soft crunch was heard as her heel made contact with Scooter's nose and
warm
blood began to run his face.
"Bitch!" yelled Scooter.
In an instant, the other three men simultaneously descended upon her. Within
minutes, the girl was strung up. Her arms tied up above her head, looped
around a wooden beam in the ceiling. Her long hair was in a pony tail that
was
attached to a rope lassoed around her ankle, arching the leg painfully back.
If she dropped her leg, she would yank out her own hair, but it was almost
impossible to hold it up in such an acrobatic fashion. Additionally, her
entire body weight, though light, now rested slowly upon the big toe of her
other foot, as she was hung just slightly off of the ground.
Tied in such a position, her face naturally looked upwards, as the men
wanted.
Glaring down at her pretty face was Scooter, who now had his bloody face in
front of hers. His rough hand grabbed her nipple and pinched. She screamed,
and he slapped her, sending her spinning in a complete 360 degree circle,
like
a figure skater.
"You'll pay bitch. You'll beg me to fuck that worthless shit hole of yours,"
the man promised.
SWIIIIIIIISHHHH! Jeannie couldn't help but let out a scream. Nothing. No
pain.
"Bamboo is amazing. You chinks have some crazy shit," she heard Scooter
talk.
He came up close so that she could see the instrument of torture. It was a
long thin bamboo cane. He gently tapped her head a few times with it.
Scooter
stepped back and out of her view. She continued to stare up at a 45 degree
angle. She heard that same dreadful sound, but this time, she felt it hit her
right inner thigh. All her weight was on that leg gave, and she almost fell,
if not for her wrists. She regained her balance, hoping on her toes, until she
resumed her previous posture.
"Not one of you chinky bitches is obedient. This little bad boy gets a slut in
line better than even a 10 inch cock," he continued.
She felt the cold indifference of the cane, running against her leg, running
up her leg. It was now between her thighs, right on her sex. Slowly, she felt
it split her sex lips. The cane began to saw from front to back between her
pussy's lips, rubbing against her clitoris. It hurt.
Each tiny segment of the bamboo ended with a slight notch. Some were
compassionately rounded and nodular, while others were sharply
demarcated. It
was those that tortured her as she felt Scooter pick up pace, strumming and
sawing away at her sex as if it were a cello, or a violin. She began to cry as
she felt a stronger friction pick up. Her sex must be scratched and lacerated
by now. At least that's the way it felt.
Then it stopped. She saw Scooter's ugly face again. "Please stop," she
begged.
He just smiled. Turning the bamboo sideways he placed it close against her
lips.
"Lick it," he commanded. Her tongue gradually came out of her mouth and
she
timidly licked it. "More bitch. Slobber over it. More saliva." Her tongue
protruded again. This time, she licked the cane, leaving a long trail of
saliva that ultimately fell back, onto her chin. She was making a mess, just
as Scooter wanted. He cruelly pressed it against her opened mouth. "Hold it."
She held it between her soft moist lips.
"You see, I'm not racist. There are a lot of things I like about the Far East.
Like their pussies," he said slapping his hand on her exposed cunt, "and as I
mentioned before, bamboo. Americans, we got only leather belts."
WHHHHACK!
She felt another type of pain, Not as sharp, but stang just as well. This time,
the man didn't stop. "And don't fucking let Mr. Bamboo fall out of your
whore's
mouth." It was a good thing that he reminded her. She was screaming so hard
that the bamboo was rolling off her lower lips. She lunged forward, fighting
back the pain in her scalp to catch it, clamping down on it with her lips.
He hit her all over. He was systematic. He started with her beautiful thighs
and calves. Then her back and flat tummy. He stopped momentarily for the
girl
to catch her breath. He wanted her to be awake and wanted air to fill her
lungs
so she could scream again. He went for her tits. As the belt made contact, a
fine layer of sweat was swatted off her now soaking body. The bitch is so
damned sexy, thought Scooter. It was nature's way of oiling up a slut.
He threw down the belt, and a loud clink reverberated through the damp,
musky
basement. Jeannie was breathing hard. Scooter can see her tummy moving in
and
out, and her chest rising and falling. He walked up to her to inspect his work.
The belt was a more even instrument. The welts were wider and less raised.
She
was nonetheless red. He put his large callous hands on her ass, rubbing and
grabbing her bouncy meat. He could feel her warmth. His hands moved up
toward
her stomach, the gradually made its way to the underside of her tits. He
cupped
them from underneath and then let them fall. Yes, her skin was tender after
the
attention that they had received. Yet this wasn't enough. He grabbed the
bamboo from her mouth. As if read his mind, Jeannie began to beg.
"No please no. You know I'll do anything. Please."
"Beg me to fuck your bitch ass."
It was wrong, disgusting, and most likely painful. Her pussy hurt from the
unholy fucking she got from Scooter. She couldn't comprehend what his
cock
might do to her virgin ass hole. She shook her head. "Anything, please, but
that."
Scooter didn't even reply to the bitch. It was the slant-eyed bitch's ass that
didn't deserve his tool. He aimed for her sex box. SWIIISSSHHH followed
by a
loud piercing scream. He waited and mentally counted thirty seconds before
he
continued with the next blow. He waited for her nerves to depolarize,
sending
the sharp electric impulses that signify pain into her brain, then waited some
more for them to repolarize, so as to receive the next signal. Each time, their
message was the same, intense agony.
Twenty minutes passed by in hellish slow motion for Jeannie. For Scooter, it
was pure bliss as he watched her body thrash about in her bonds, then, as she
wore down and sagged in her restraints, he would repeat it all over again.
The
last blow was too much. It was as if her entire being, her soul and
consciousness, was all concentrated in her sex, and unfortunately for her, it
was a pulsating mass of pain. The last blow mercifully sent her into the dark
analgesic unconsciousness.
However, Scooter wasn't to have this. She was his, and he wouldn't have her
escape him. He inspected her sex. It was now swollen and bright red. The
angry
welts all raised their heads in protest. He still wasn't satisfied. The bitch
did not beg for him to fuck her in her ass.
Jeannie, in her dark haven, felt someone sucking at her nipples. The act
wasn't
tender at all. Nonetheless, the combination of the attention and cold
perspiration made them respond and stand erect. Suddenly she felt a sharp
pain
in her left nipple. She moaned weakly and swung weakly to one side. It was
no
use. She felt a hand steady her, not out of sympathy, but from impatience.
The
owner of that hand wanted to extract from her battered body more pain and
agony. She felt another sharp pain on her other nipple. She tried to shake off
the offending object, but it was impossible. They were clamped.
She waited, unwilling to fully waken into the world that Scooter wanted her
to
be in. Her nightmare and his fantasy. It was no use however. Her torturer
held
the key, and in an instant brought her back to him. She jolted up in her bonds
and screamed at the top of her lungs, eyes wide opened. The bastard had
attached alligator clips to her tortured nips, and was now blasting them with
electricity. How much, she did not know, but it was enough to waken her.
Jeannie's entire body was now awake, sensitive, and awaiting punishment.
Scooter smiled satisfactorily. Electricity did the trick. He twitched the dial
again, and she thrashed about even more violently than when she was under
the
bamboo's cunt whipping. He stopped, but the bitch kept screaming. It was
nice.
Each time, he kept the dial on progressively longer, until finally, he had to
stop, or the bitch would die. The pile of urine on the ground confirmed that.
The nasty bitch had pissed on herself.
"Please no more nn-no mmmoore," she panted.
Scooter looked down into her face. Her tired, defeated eyes looked up like a
beaten bitch.
"Apologize for being a stupid cunt and beg me to fuck your ass hole."
"Pplease sir. I'm a stttupid c-cunt. Ppplease fuck this cun-t's aaass hooole."
Scooter laughed and said teasingly, "I don't know bitch. I'm having a lot of
fun here. Why would I want that nasty shit hole of yours?"
Jeannie felt the tip of the bamboo poking hard at her tit. She yelped.
"Please. I'll fuck you good. Y-yyou'll be my ffirst man, just please. No more."
By now, Jeannie was a wreck. She could clearly feel her body expanding and
contracting with each beat of her heart. Not only that, her pussy was on fire,
her tits were raw, and her legs felt cramped after countless hours of being in
that unnatural bondage. She told herself that she would do anything to avoid
such torture in the future. The only exception was, of course, James. She
would
live eternally under such conditions if only he were to be returned safely.
For now however, she was content to offer this pig of a man her virgin ass
hole
to avoid another session.
She felt the pressure in her arms lessen, and she fell immediately to the floor.
She laid there rubbing her body. Everywhere was sore and swollen.
"That's the reason I like to keep my bitches chained. If you let them free,
they start touching themselves."
She looked towards the speaker. It was Scooter. What scared her more was
sitting a little ways off, beyond the reach of the dim basement light, were
the two men, Uncle Billy and Taylor. Both were naked like Scooter. From
the
waist down, their erections were full, hard, and menacing. On their face, they
wore something even more frightening, the contented smiles of sadists.
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