AMANDA’S SURPRISE

 

Chapter one – Caught

 

Amanda walked slowly down the dock, wincing each time the old boards creaked under her feet.  She saw the old buildings, windows broken and graffiti covering much of the outside.  She felt uneasy, wishing she was home, but she knew that she had to try to find out what had happened to her friend Susan.  Susan worked for the local paper and fed up with being sent on stories covering school fetes and store openings, had decided to do some investigative work on her own.  Amanda had tried to tell her that researching goods that had gone missing from the docks was dangerous; her friend had laughed and said that that was why she had become a journalist in the first place. Eventually she had agreed to not tell anyone, especially her boss at the paper, about her little adventure.  Susan had insisted that she would be back by morning, having decided to stake out the docks at night to see if she could catch anyone in the act.  That had been two days ago and Amanda was extremely worried.  She had rung the police but they had said that they would have a look around but so far, they had found nothing. 

 

Amanda froze as she heard a sound in one of the buildings.  She crept over to peek into a window and saw three men opening a crate.  She was trying to see what was written on the side of the crates, when something caught her eye.  Susan had always loved very distinctive handbags, so Amanda recognised the bag sitting on a crate in the corner of the building.  Susan has been here, she thought, I wonder where she is now? Just as she was trying to decide whether to look around herself or do the safe thing and ring the police, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

 

Amanda jumped and was about to scream when a big, calloused hand clamped down over her mouth.  Something hard was shoved into her back and without having to be told; she knew it was a gun. “Well, another nosy little bitch.  It seems to be the week for it. Now, you are going to stand and walk inside with me. Any nonsense and you’ll be sorry.”  Amanda stood shakily and let herself be led into the building. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was serious and didn’t want to force him to hurt her. 

 

All eyes turned to face her as she was led into the middle of the room. “What’s this?  You been out fishing again Hank? Seems like your week for catching cunts” All the men laughed at this while Amanda blushed, never having been talked about in that manner before.  She tensed as the man who had spoken walked towards her. He was a big man; tall with bulging muscles and Amanda could see a look in his eyes that she didn’t like.  “Well, she is a beauty, almost as good as the other cunt.”  Amanda knew that it was Susan he was talking about and longed to ask where her friend was, but she still had the other’s man’s hand over her mouth. “I wonder if this one is as much of a fighter.  That other bitch just about scratched my eye out.” Amanda could see a deep gash down the side of his face close to his left eye and felt a moment of satisfaction that Susan had done that.  However, this faded fast as she began to wonder what he had been doing to her friend to make her scratch him like that.

 

“Yeah, she was a bit of a hellcat, what a shame we had to waste her.  She would have been fun to keep around the place.”  Amanda felt faint at the man’s words.  Did what he said mean what she thought it did?  Was her friend really dead?  She started to struggle to get the man’s hand off her mouth, but only succeeded in getting herself dragged by her hair over to a chair. Before she knew what was happening she found herself tied firmly to the chair with rope around each ankle and her waist.  However, her mouth was free. “Where is Susan? What did you do to…” Her voice was cut off by a piece of dirty rag being shoved into her mouth. Amanda tried to spit it out but another piece of rag was tied around her head keeping the cloth firmly in her mouth.  She could feel the cloth work it way further into her mouth and had to gag as it started to go into her throat.  She found that she had to breath deeply to stay calm and not make herself sick.  While she was doing this, she could feel her hands being tied firmly behind her. 

 

Hank looked at the girl tied to the chair. Her skirt had moved up her legs, giving him a view of her firm, tanned thighs.  He looked up at her body and was graced with the sight of her young, firm breasts being pulled tightly against her shirt.  The buttons on her shirt looked as if they were about to pop, and he wasn’t surprised to see Bulldog pull her shirt open to reveal a skimpy black bra.  Amanda knew she was in trouble, her breasts almost on show to the men, the bra just covering her nipples.  She began to shake, fearing that she was going to be raped.  She felt the man grip her right breast and give it a firm squeeze. “What a shame we don’t have the time to have some fun with this cunt.  However, if we don’t meet out deadline, we don’t get paid. Come on guys, we don’t have much time before the client gets here. We have to get everything unpacked and put into his own containers. Let’s go.” 

 

Amanda let out a breath of relief that the men were going to leave her alone, at least for a little while.  She still had her bra exposed but could do nothing about that. She watched as the men moved the items out of their original crates and repacked them into the other crates. Amanda tried to figure out how she was going to get out of the predicament she was in, if only she could reach her bag, she could call the police.  Of course, she had to get untied first. Amanda had been so deep in thought tying to work out how to escape, that she had not noticed that the men had completed their work. The man who had ripped of her shirt, the one she had heard being called Bulldog, squatted down in front of her. 

 

Bulldog sensed her fear as he reached up to stroke her breasts again.  He knew that they had to get rid of her but he wanted to have a little bit of fun first. The others had gone out to load up the truck, so he knew he had at least ten minutes to himself.  He wished he had longer to rape her the way he wanted to, but knew that he would have to be satisfied with a blowjob. He moved his hand to undo the rag tied around her mouth, watching her eyes widen in fear as he did so.  He always loved the look in a girl’s eyes when they knew they were in serious trouble, it always made him hard.  “Listen to me cunt, I am going to take out your gag but I don’t want to hear any screams, do you understand me?”  He gripped her hair hard as he spoke, causing her head to move back.

 

Amanda felt her hair being pulled harshly back and tried to nod her head to let him know she would do what he said. She felt him release her hair and remove the gag, allowing her to breath deeply.  She could see him undoing the buckle on his belt and lowering his jeans and underpants, revealing a large, thick cock. She could see that he was already hard and wondered at what kind of man would be aroused by a helpless female.  “Well, I am sorry that we won’t have the time together I would like but this will be better than nothing. Now, if I even think I feel teeth, I will just have to remove them.”  Amanda saw him walk around so that he was beside her and felt him turn her head to face him. “Open wide and lets see if you are as good at the other bitch.” 

 

Amanda had no time to think about what he had said as she felt him force his thick cock into her mouth and down her throat.  She had given blowjobs before but never on a cock this big and never right down her throat.  She gagged as she felt her throat contract around him. She could not believe the pain she felt.  She began to feel light-headed, his cock blocking off her air. Just as she was sure she was about to black out, she felt him pull his cock out.  “How do you like that bitch?  I bet you have never had a cock this big before, have you?”  Amanda didn’t know if he expected an answer, but when she felt a stinging slap across her face, she knew she had to answer. “No, I …have never…”  she couldn’t finish as started to cry.  “Well, bitch, I’d better give you the full treatment then, as this will be your last.”  Amanda didn’t have time to think about what he meant as she felt his cock re-enter her throat again. This time he did not stay buried there, but began to move it in and out at a rapid pace. Amanda felt herself gag each time he forced his cock into her throat and tried to take a breath each time he pulled out into her mouth. 

 

Bulldog loved the feeling of his cock in her throat and the sound of her gagging.  He saw the tears on her face and knew that he would not have long before he had to cum in her throat.  If he had more time, he would just pull out and allow himself to calm down before he fucked her throat again.  He grabbed her hair as he felt himself start to cum. He watched as she gagged, struggling to swallow all his cum.  He pulled out into her mouth, watching the next load land on her tongue. 

 

Amanda felt his sticky cum on her tongue and felt tempted to spit it out, however one look at his face was warning enough to swallow. He continued to fill her mouth another two times before he finally stood back and pulled his jeans up again.  She felt disgusted by what he had done, hating the taste of his cum in her mouth.  She sensed him approaching her again and gasped as he again pulled her head back using her hair. “Not bad bitch, a bit more time and you would have become an expert cock-sucker. However, the time has come for us to be gone and for you to die.” 

 

Amanda started to shake as he told he was going to kill her. “No, please, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You don’t have to kill me. Please, please.”  She was crying so hard by now, that she did not even know if he could understand her.  She felt him place the gun beside her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the shot.  Bulldog could feel her shaking as he held the gun to her head.  He was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice behind him.

 

“Bulldog, what’s going on?” Bulldog pulled the gun away from the girl’s head to face the man who had spoken.  “Mr Jones, I am sorry you had to see this. I had hoped to get her out of the way before you came to pick up your goods.”  Amanda opened her eyes to see the man who had spoken, seeing a man in dark clothing, his face hidden in the shadows of the room.  She saw him approach her, revealing dark hair and eyes, with an expression she could not read in them. She flinched as the man stroked her check and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.  As he held her face, he turned to talk again to Bulldog. “What did she do?”  “ We found her snooping around, I think she was looking for the other bitch we had to get rid of the other day. The boss doesn’t want to take the risk of letting her go and we are not able to take her with us, so I have to kill her.  If you had been a moment later the job would already have been done.”

 

Amanda saw the man turn to face her again. “What is your name?”  “A.manda” “Well, Amanda, this just might be your lucky day.”  Amanda wondered what he meant as he turned to talk to the other man again. “Do you think Hank would let me have her.  I would be happy to pay if he likes. It would certainly get her off your hands.”  Amanda felt a flash of anger at being treated like a commodity, but remembering that she had been about to be killed, realised that this might be her lucky day.  At least she might have a chance to escape and let the police know about Susan.  The two men had moved back to the middle of the room, now joined by Hank. She watched them talk for at least five minutes, finally seeing Mr Jones give Hank some money and shake his hand. She didn’t know how she felt, she had been sold but at least she was still alive.

 

Chapter two – Sold

 

Amanda pulled against the ropes tied around her body, knowing that it was useless.  After the men had agreed on her sale price, she had been released from the chair, her hands still tied, and lifted effortlessly over Mr Jones’ shoulder.  She grunted as her stomach hit his shoulder and felt his hand grip her legs firmly, holding her in place. She had then been carried outside and placed in the back of the truck that the men had been loading the crates into earlier.  “ It is lucky I like to come prepared.  Stay still while I get what I need.”  Amanda had thought about running, but knowing that the other men were just inside and not knowing exactly where Mr Jones had gone, she stayed still.  “Good to see you have some sense, it would not have been a good idea to try to run. Now, roll over and lie on your stomach.” Amanda shivered as she rolled into place and felt him firmly tie her ankles and then her knees together, his hand running up and down her legs. 

 

David could not believe his luck, not only had he managed to smuggle in some priceless artefacts but he had found himself a new slave at the same time.  He could feel her shaking as he ran his hands over the back of her legs. He redid the ties around her wrists and then moved to fasten her elbows together, making them meet. He heard her grunt in pain as he forced her elbows together and gave her a slap on the bottom as he moved around to her head. He forced her head up to look at him. “Feel that, do you?  Just wait to see what it will feel like by the time I get you home.”  New tears came to her eyes at his words. He moved down close to her so that he could whisper in her ear. “Just remember, you would be feeling nothing by now if it wasn’t for me. The pain you feel will remind you that you are still alive.”  He moved back to look at  her face, seeing by the look in her eyes that she knew she couldn’t argue with him. 

 

Amanda felt his hand tightly gripping her hair as she thought about what he had said.  He was right but she could do without this kind of reminder.  “Please, it hurts.  You don’t have to tie me so tightly, I won’t try to get away.”  She felt his grip tighten. ‘Oh but you see, I like seeing pretty young things in pain. It turns me on, but that will have to wait until we get home.” Amanda froze as she heard his words.  She felt tears run down her face, at not only his words but also the tone of his voice.  “Now, we just need to fix a few more things and we can be on our way.”

 

David felt his cock twitch as he looked into her eyes.  He loved the fear he saw there, the uncertainty he knew she had to be feeling.  He reached into his bag and pulled out a ball gag.  He saw her eyes widen as she saw the gag and her head start to shake as she tried to get her head away from him. “Please, you don’t have to use that. I won’t make a sound.  I promise.”  He ignored her pleas as he pushed the ball into her mouth and tilted her head to tighten the gag.  He pulled it tight, not wanting to give her any opportunity to get it out. He lifted her head to check the tightness of the gag, nodding in satisfaction as he saw the straps biting into her checks. 

 

Amanda tried to push the ball out of her mouth but found it wouldn’t move.  She saw him pull something else out of the bag and moaned when she saw a black strip of cloth.  Next thing her world turned dark as he covered her eyes with the cloth. She tried not to panic as she felt herself being rolled in something.  She found she could not move at all, as something was placed behind her back.  Then the doors had slammed shut and she felt the engine rev.  She did not know how long she had been in the back of the truck, only that it had been a long time.  She had drifted off to sleep a few times, only to be woken by the pain of her bondage.  The gag she found particularly hard to handle, the straps biting deeply into her cheeks and the ball making her drool.  In addition, she was so hot, whatever she had been wrapped in making her sweat.  She had stopped crying a while ago and now just lay miserably waiting for the man to come and release her. 

 

David made the long journey to his home, thinking all the time of  Amanda tied up in the back of the truck. He had wrapped her in an old blanket and placed some of the crates behind her back, just in case someone stopped him and needed to check the back.  He did not expect this, but he had learnt it was best to be prepared.  He turned off to the entry to his home, the gates opening to let him in.  He had inherited the house and his money when his parents had been killed in an accident a few years ago.  Though he missed them, it had given him the opportunity to live his life as he pleased.  He parked the truck into the lock up garage and walked around to open the back doors.  He would call some of the help to unpack the crates, he had other things to keep him busy.

 

Chapter three – A new home

 

Amanda had felt the truck stop and though she was desperate to get out of whatever was wrapped around her, she didn’t want to have to face up to whatever would happen next.  She heard the doors of the truck being opened and felt whatever had been behind her back removed.  Her heart beating loudly, she was rolled over and for the first time in what had to be hours, felt cool air on her body.

 

David looked at his new slave, sweat making her hair stick to her head.  He reached to brush her hair, feeling her flinch as he touched her.  He decided he would leave her as she was until he had her in his room, so slid her towards him and placed her back over her shoulder. He heard her moans as he moved her onto his shoulder and carried her into the house. 

 

Amanda found herself again being carried on his shoulder, not knowing where she was or where she was going.  She hurt so much, her shoulders aching and her jaw feeling like it was going to break.  He lay her down on something soft and ran a hand over her breasts.  Her shoulders screamed in pain as they carried the weight of her body on them.  She felt his hands behind her head and blinked as her eyes tried to adjust to the light.  His face came into focus, his dark eyes glinting as he looked at her.  Amanda tried to turn away but his grip in her hair held her in place. 

 

“Welcome to your new home slave, I hope you enjoy it, though it won’t matter if you don’t.”  David leaned closer to his new slave. “Now, I will remove the gag if you don’t say anything, nod if you understand.”  Amanda nodded, desperate to have the gag removed.  Once he had removed it, she tried to move her jaw, moaning in pain at the feeling.  After a few moments, she was finally able to close her jaws, though they still hurt terribly. “That feels better, doesn’t it? See, I’m not such a bad guy after all.”

 

Amanda looked at him, not believing what he had said. David saw her look and didn’t like it. “Slave, don’t think for one minute that you have any say in what will happen to you. You need to learn to accept a good thing when it happens to you.” Amanda lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the look in his eyes.  She knew she was in big trouble, even more than she had been before.  At least before she knew what was going to happen, here she had no idea.  She had heard him use the word slave a few times now and had the awful feeling that he meant it. 

 

“As much as I like you like this, I need to get your cleaned up a bit. Roll over so I can untie you arms.”  Amanda rolled over with some effort, grunting as she felt a stab of pain in her shoulders.  Once she was on her side, she felt him untie the ropes between her elbows and her wrists. “Don’t move yet.” Amanda stayed still as he undid the ropes binding her ankles and knees.  She longed to stretch out her sore muscles but stayed still until he told her to stand up. She found it was not easy, each move caused her cramped limbs to scream in agony.  Eventually he must have got tired of waiting and pulled her up with a firm grip on her upper arms.  She staggered to stand before him, her breath ragged.

 

She stood breathing heavily before him, her breasts half out of her bra, rising with her breathes. “Undress.”  He watched her eyes, seeing her trying to see if he was serious. “I said undress!.” He made his voice firm, like he was scolding a naughty child. He saw her hesitate for just a moment and then move to take off her clothes, starting with her shirt.  She hesitated a moment more when she had removed her skirt but on seeing the look in his eyes, continued until she was naked.

 

Amanda stook shaking, wanting to cover herself with her hands but knowing that he would not allow that.  He stood looking as if he wanted to devour her, making her blush in embarrassment. She had only been naked in front of one other man and he never looked at her the way this man was looking at her.  Finally, he raised his eyes to her face and moved towards her.  She moved back as he continued to move towards her, until she reached the wall. She whimpered in fear as he approached her, knowing there was nowhere she could go.  She felt him twist his hand into her hair, forcing her head back. “Don’t ever move away from me again, do you understand slave?”  Amanda tried to find her voice, feeling the grip on her hair tighten.  “Yes, I understand, I am sorry, I am just so scared.” The grip on her hair lessened, though he did not remove his hand. “Slave, I think you have forgotten something.” Amanda did not know what he meant.  “I don’t know what you mean, I’m sorry.”

 

David knew he could just tell her to call him master, but he wanted to see how long it would take her to work it out. “There is a way you should address me, slave, now can you work out what I mean?” He saw her try to work out what he wanted, confusion mixing with the fear in her eyes. “Master, is that what you want me to call you?” She had said this in a small, fearful voice.  He kept her waiting for a moment, before he moved to stroke her hair. “Well done slave, from now on you will address me as master.  Do you understand?”  “Yes Master.”  He stood back, allowing him to look at her body again.  He liked the way her flat stomach shook as he looked at her.  “Ok, time to get you cleaned up. You smell.” 

 

Tears once again formed in Amanda’s eyes at his comment. She was pulled into a bathroom and pushed into a large shower cubicle. Amanda stood facing the back of the shower as she heard him turn on the water. She was expected to feel the water on her head, so when she felt a blast of water hit her back she screamed.  She tried to move away from the spray of water but of course, he just moved the hose to hit her again.  “Turn around and face me!”  Amanda slowly turned around, dreading the water hitting her breasts and pussy.  She used her hands to try and cover herself. “Move those hands now, slave!”  She slowly lowered her hands, bowing her head in shame. 

 

He moved the spray so that it aimed at her breasts, seeing her nipples swell as the water hit them.  “Spread those legs slave, and hold your pussy lips open for me. I’m not going to turn off the water until you have cum for me.”  She looked at him in shock and then moved her hands to do as he had asked.  He turned the dial on the hose until the water formed a fine spray and aimed it at her clit.  The more he held the spray on her, the harder her breathing became. He knew that she would be fighting her orgasm but he also knew that he would win. 

 

Amanda felt the orgasm build as the water kept hitting her clit. She tried to fight it, but with the constant force of the water, she knew it was just a matter of time before she had to cum.  She felt her body begin to tremble and her legs start to shake as the orgasm hit her.  When it had passed, she was kneeling on the floor. It took her a moment to realise the water had stopped.  “Beautiful, just beautiful. For that you have earned yourself some soap.  You have five minutes slave.” With that, he turned on the water above her head and tossed her a bar of soap.  She stayed on her knees, trying to catch her breath.  She could not believe the force of her orgasm, she had never cum like that before.  She suddenly started to panic, not knowing how long she had been in the shower for.   She quickly used the soap to clean herself, not even taking the time to savour the feeling of the water on her sore body.

 

He watched her as she rose off her knees and washed herself. He had been surprised at the force of her orgasm.  He was looking forward to seeing if she always came like that.  He looked at his watch and was just about to go into the shower to get her, when she stepped out of the shower and stood in front of him.  He loved the way she couldn’t look at him, her face still flushed from her orgasm.  “Slave, you are dripping all over my floor.”  She looked around for a something to dry herself with, but seeing nothing to use looked at him pleadingly. “Master, I am sorry, but I can’t see what I can use to dry myself.” 

 

Amanda could feel herself start to panic as she waited for him to answer.  She knew she was dripping on the floor but didn’t know what to do to dry herself. “Well slave, that is a problem.  I  guess I will just have to punish you for your disobedience.”  Amanda tried to run, only to find herself being held firmly around her waist. She kicked her legs as he lifted her up and carried her back into the room before throwing her down onto the bed.  She didn’t even have time to think before she felt his hand come down on her bottom in a stinging slap.  She cried out as he continued to hit her, her bottom exploding in agony with each slap.  She had no idea how many times he hit her, she was only aware of her screams and the pain.  Finally she realised he had stopped and was rubbing her throbbing backside.

 

David felt the heat from her now red bottom as he rubbed it.  He knew he had tricked her but didn’t care.  He could hear her moans mixed in with her sobs as he moved his hands over her. He thought they were almost as sexy as her screams had been. He decided it was time to give his cock some relief, so he moved her legs apart and started to rub her pussy. She was still wet from her orgasm and he had little problem inserting one, two and then three fingers into her.  He could hear her increased moans and moved to get better access.  Straddling her body, he removed his cock from his pants and moved so he was at the entrance to her pussy, pushing himself to the hilt inside of her.  He heard her scream at his invasion of her body, her crying becoming louder with each thrust. He marvelled at how tight she was, her body almost feeling like she was a virgin. He made a mental note to ask her about her experiences later.

 

 

Amanda felt like he was going to split her in two. Though she had had sex before, it had only been with one other man and that had ended a few months ago.  She could feel his thrusts getting stronger, pushing into her cervix and causing a great deal of pain.  Her body rocked, her nipples rubbing against the cover of the bed. Her bottom felt like it was on fire as he rubbed against it with each thrust.  She felt him reach under her to rub her clit, forcing another orgasm to build up in her. Just like before in the shower, she tried to fight it but the force of him rubbing her clit, his big cock pounding her and the feel of the bed cover on her nipples, were just too much. 

 

“Don’t you cum, slave, don’t you dare cum.”  She could not believe what he was saying, how could she not cum. “Please Master, I have to cum.” “I said no slave, unless you want me to have to punish you again,” She didn’t want to give him a reason to punish her but knew that she could not hold on much longer.  When he increased his thrusts into her and started to cum, she just could not stop herself from cumming to.

 

David knew that she would be unable to stop her orgasm and smiled as he thought of how he would punish her more.  He removed his cock from her body and roughly pushed her over onto her back. He reached down and pulled her up into a sitting position, seeing her still glazed eyes from her orgasm. “Slave, I told you not to cum.  Are you just trying to make me angry tonight?”  Her eyes were beginning to focus on him again, but not quick enough for his liking. He slapped her firmly across her face, the force sending her to lie back down onto the bed.

 

Amanda lay back on the bed, too exhausted from all that had happened to even move.  Her cheek stung where he had slapped her.  She felt him pull her up so she was sitting again and found herself once again looking into his dark eyes. “Master, I’m sorry.  I just couldn’t help it.”  She saw him raise his hand as if to hit her again and shrank back from him, waiting for the slap.  When he moved his hand to stroke her cheek, she began to shake, fearing what he would do now.  The longer he stroked her face, the more she shook. 

 

He could see that she was shaking, obviously expecting him to hurt her again.  He smiled, pleased at her distress. “Slave, you have disappointed me, but as this is your first night I will give you a chance to redeem yourself.  If you can make me cum again I will consider whether to punish you or not.”  He could see the hope in her eyes that he might not punish her again. “Of course, I can’t make it too easy for you, can I?”  The hope in her eyes faded, to be replaced again by fear. “You will only have the use of your mouth and there will be a time limit of ten minutes.”  He then twisted her around on the bed and bound her wrists together behind her back.

 

Amanda felt her wrists being tied firmly behind her once again.  She was then flipped onto her stomach, her head hanging over the edge of the bed.  She knew that she would not be able to move very much in this position and felt for certain she would not be able to save herself from punishment. He moved to stand in front of her and lifted her head so she had to look up at him. “Ok slave, I am starting the time from now.”  She lay for a moment, waiting for him to lower his pants so she could reach his penis.” Come on, time is ticking away. You had better get going.”  Amanda realised she would have to do all the work and lifted her head to get her teeth around the button at his waist. It was hard but she eventually managed to undo the button.  Undoing the zipper took her another minute. She took a second to catch her breath and work out how she was going to get his jeans off his hips.  “ Seven minutes left, I’d get moving faster if I was you.”  She moved her head to the top of the jeans and using her teeth tried to pull the material down. No matter how hard she tried, she could not pull the material down more than a few inches.

 

“Six minutes.”  David knew there was no way she would succeed, but was enjoying her efforts immensely.  He liked how her back twisted as she tried to pull down his jeans.  He wondered if he should help her, but was enjoying the show too much.  “Five minutes.”  He heard her cry as she continued her task.  She had actually managed to get one side almost down but was having difficulty with the other side.  He reached out and rubbed her bottom, still red from her recent spanking.  The caused her to jump and try to wriggle away from his hand.  He played this new game for another minute. “Four minutes.  Come on slave, this is woeful.”

 

Amanda reached up her aching neck to again try to pull down the right side of his jeans.  To her surprise, she actually managed to get the jeans down far enough for her to get her teeth around the top of his underpants and finally his penis popped out, hitting her in the face.  She took the head into her mouth, her jaws stretching wide to fit it in.  She knew she had little time and worked hard to get the penis as far into her throat as she could.  As she moved her head to ease his cock down, she gagged.  It was only the second time she had ever had a cock in her throat but she knew it would be her only chance to make him cum.  Three minutes, she heard him say.  She worked her head up and down as much as she could, given her position, gagging with each entry into her throat. She longed to lower her head to ease her aching neck but kept going.  He kept counting down the minutes until he reached one minute. 

 

The feeling of her working his cock into her throat felt wonderful but he knew that he would not cum before the time was up.  He counted down the last minute, her head bobbing faster and faster as he got down to the last second.  When he had finished counting, he grabbed her hair with both hands and worked his cock violently in and out of her throat.  Finally he came, making her swallow all his cum.  He pulled out and rubbed his wet cock on her hair.  He could hear her sobbing as he sat down onto the bed beside her, her head hanging down over the side. 

 

The burning in her throat matched the burning of her bottom as she lay on the bed.  She felt beaten and alone.  She knew that he would punish her again but felt too numb to think about that now. He pulled her back fully onto the bed, so her head was resting on the cover.  “Well slave, it seems like you have failed.  I wonder what form of punishment would be fitting. What do you think, slave?”  Her head felt like cotton wool.  “I don’t know, Master.”  Amanda knew that whatever she said he would do whatever he wanted to do anyway.  His hand moved down to her sore bottom again but she just stayed still, too tired to move. 

 

David noted how still she was, even when he rubbed her bottom, and decided that he would save her punishment for the morning.  It was nowhere near as much fun when the victim was half asleep. “Slave, I decided to give you a break. I will not punish you.”  He saw her open her eyes, looking at him with a spark of hope. “ Well not tonight anyway, tomorrow is a whole new day though.”  He saw a pained expression cross her face as she again closed her eyes.  “Now I am feeling tired.” He saw that she was half asleep, so it wasn’t hard to move her over to the right side of the bed and retie her arms to the top of the bed. 

 

As she was moved to the other side of the bed, Amanda had no strength left to try to fight him.  She let him retie her arms, feeling her sore bottom rub on the bed.  It was only when he pulled her head around to face him, that she made any sound at all. “I am going to have a shower and don’t want to hear a sound. Do you understand slave?”  “Yes master.”  She watched him get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. She closed her eyes and felt the relief of sleep overtake her, despite the pain she was feeling. 

 

Having finished in the bathroom, he entered his room, seeing his new slave asleep on the bed.  He had reflected on the day while enjoying his shower, feeling excited about the next day.  He lay down and turned off the light, his head full of all the next day would bring,

 

Chapter Four – Punishment

 

It was dark when Amanda stirred, the ropes biting into her wrists having made her hands numb.  She glanced at the man lying beside her, relieved that he was still asleep.  She hurt all over and badly needed to go the toilet.  The events of the day before began to filter through her brain, from her capture at the docks to her failed attempt at avoiding punishment. She shivered as she thought of what he might do to her, fighting hard not to cry in case he woke up.  As the room began to lighten, she listened to his deep breathing and tried to undo the ropes binding her to the bed.  She didn’t know what she would do if she got free, but it gave her something else to think about. 

 

He could sense her moving beside him. Reaching out his hand, he found her nipple and gave it a vicious twist.  “Slave, if you don’t keep still you won’t like what happens. Now don’t move until I say so.”  He heard her give a scream and freeze, her breast rising and falling under his hand.  He released her nipple, but kept his hand on her breast as a reminder. Twenty minutes later, he turned onto his side and ran his hand down to her pussy.  Using his finger, he worked his way into her, feeling her dryness.

 

His finger in her pussy felt terrible.  She moaned as he worked his way in to his knuckle. “Please master, I have to go the toilet.”  He ignored her comment and continued to move his finger in her.  “Please, I will wet the bed, please master.”  He still continued, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst.  “Well, what is stopping you?  If you need to go that badly, just go.”  Moaning in need, she tried to think of anything other than what he was doing.  “In fact, I think that is what I want you to do.  You will not leave this bed until you have pissed.”  She felt him work another finger in, pushing them both fully into her, his other hand pressing down on her stomach.  The pressure in her bladder grew and grew until she could take it no more.  As her piss flowed out, he removed his fingers, laughing out loud. 

 

“What a dirty slave you are.”  David could see her blush as the piss continued to flow.  He could see the shame on her face, her tears coating her cheeks. “I guess you will need another shower.” He reached up and untied her, pulling her to sit up on the bed. He watched her rub her wrists, her head bowed.  As she rubbed her wrists, Amanda tried to block out what she had done.  She had not wet the bed since she was a child.

She flinched when he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bathroom.  Pushing her into the shower, she braced herself for the force of the hose, surprised when she felt the water flow down onto her head instead.  Her relief was short lived as she felt him press up behind her, his cock rubbing between the cheeks of her bottom and his hands gripping her breasts. “Have you ever had a cock up your ass?” “No Master.”  She could hear her voice trembling as she answered him.  “We will have to remedy that some time but this morning we have a punishment to finish.” 

 

For the next five minutes, Amanda cleaned her new master while he groped her body.  She longed to push him away but knew it would only earn her more punishments.  Finally, he allowed her to clean herself before pulling her out.  He made her dry him with a big towel and then he roughly dried her off too. By the time he was finished she was red all over. 

 

“Time for breakfast.” As he said this, Amanda realised she was starving, her stomach growling at the thought of food. He pulled a collar out of the drawer and placed it around her neck, pulling a piece of rope through the ring hanging from the front. Her hands were then tied in front of her and the end of the rope also tied to the ring.  She gasped as he pulled her along, the collar rubbing against the back of her neck.  He led her out of the room and into a large, airy kitchen.  “Do you cook slave?”  “I can cook some things, master.  What would you like me to cook?”  He placed some bacon and eggs on the bench, along with a frying pan and some oil. Undoing the rope that tied her hands to the ring, but leaving her hands tied, he sat down to wait for his breakfast.

 

Watching her struggling to cook his meal with her hands tied only managed to make him hard again.  She looked so young with her wet hair hanging around her face. “Slave, how old are you?” “Nineteen master.” He remembered her tight pussy from last night, asking her, “How many men have you had sex with?”  She paused in her cooking and looked up at him, the blush again making her cheeks red. “Two, including you Master.”  He was not surprised by her answer but wanted to find out more. “Was he a boyfriend or just some guy you fucked?” Her face went redder as she answered him. “A boyfriend, master.”  “How many times did he fuck you?” He thought she was going to burst, she was so red. “Only a few times, Master.”  “How big was his cock, not bigger then mine I would guess.”  “I’m not sure master, but he was not as big as you.”

 

Amanda turned  away to check on the food cooking, increasingly embarrassed by his questions. “Did you suck his cock” “ A few times Master.”  “Did you deep throat or just play with it in your mouth.?” “I only played with it master.”  She wished he would stop but could see that he was enjoying her discomfort.  “How long since you last had sex, not counting last night.”  She shivered at the reminder of what he had done to her last night. “About five months ago master.”  “Why did you break up with your boyfriend?” “He moved away to go to college master.” She turned and pick up the pan with difficulty and slid the food onto a waiting plate.  She carefully picked up the plate and put it on the table in front of her new master. “Coffee too slave.”  She made her way back to the bench to pour him a cup of coffee, carefully trying not to burn herself as she carried the mug with her bound hands.  Mouth watering at the smell of the food, she stood waiting beside his chair.

 

David could see her eyeing off the food but was not going to let her eat yet. “Kneel down beside the chair.”  Once she had knelt down, he retied her hands to the ring and then forced her to sit under the table, where she would be able to reach his cock with her mouth.  He tied off the lead to the bottom rung of his chair, effectively keeping her in place. “Slave,  you will service my cock while I am eating and if I think you have done a good job, I will save some food for you. If you do a bad job, you will find it is a long time until lunch.” He sighed as he felt her warm mouth surround his cock.

 

Amanda swallowed his cock down into her throat, gagging as it stretched her once again.  She could smell the food and hoped he would let her have some. He didn’t take very long to cum and she soon found herself swallowing down his load.  She felt his hand pat her on the head, just like you would your favourite dog.  Reaching down, he untied the rope from the chair and pulled her out till she was again kneeling beside his chair. “Not bad, you still have a lot to learn but that was an improvement.”  He patted her head again and held up a piece of bacon.  He teased her for a moment, pulling it away from her mouth as she was about to grab it, but eventually allowed her to take it. Amanda could not think of anything that had tasted as good.  He placed his plate containing half of a fried egg and one more small piece of bacon on the ground.  She hesitated, not sure how she would eat it, when she suddenly realised she would have to bend down and use her mouth.  “Go on, I thought you were hungry. Well if you don’t want it I guess I will just throw it out.”  “No, please, don’t master. I will eat it.”  She bent down to eat the food off the plate, finding that because of her hands being tied so close to her collar, she had to turn her head and use the side of her mouth.  By the time she had finished, she had grease and egg all down the side of her face.

 

“Well, slave, I guess it is time for your punishment.  Let’s go” David reached down to grab Amanda’s by the rope attached to her collar, when there was a loud banging sound, followed by what sounded like footsteps. He dropped the rope and went off to investigate the noise.

 

Amanda sat on the floor, hearing the sound of a scuffle in another part of the house.  She was alarmed when she heard what sounded like gunshots. Not knowing what was happening, she moved to hide under the table, shivering in fear. When the door opened, she could see the legs of two men entering the room, their dark shoes echoing on the floor. Amanda held her breath, not knowing what they wanted. 

“Look in the drawer, he may have put the papers in there.” Amanda heard the men searching the drawers, the slams telling her they were not having much luck finding what they were after. “Come on, nothing is in here. Lets try the den.”  Amanda could see the feet moving away from the kitchen, thinking that she would not be found, when one of them stopped. She suddenly realised that the plate she had eaten off not five minutes ago, was still sitting on the ground near the table. 

 

“What is this?  Who would leave a dirty plate on the ground?”  The man who had spoken, lent down to pick up the plate, at the same time turning his head to look directly at Amanda hiding under the table. Amanda felt like her heart had stopped, as the man stared at her.  “Hey, who are you? Come out here and show yourself.”

 

Amanda tried to move but found she just couldn’t. The man reached his hand out to take the rope and pulled her out. Next thing she knew, she was standing, naked apart from her collar, in front of two men in dark suits. She tried to read their faces to see if she was in any danger, but could only see what looked like slight amusement. She kept her head up, thinking that at least she could show them she was not cowed by their presence, despite that fact that she was.  

 

“Well, what have we here?  I knew that David was into some weird shit, but I didn’t know how weird.  What is your name darling?

 

Amanda was relieved that at least they were not touching her and actually sounded quite nice. She decided there was no harm seeing if they would help her, in spite of the fact it seemed that they had shot David.

 

 “My name is Amanda.  Please you have to help me, I am being held here against my will.” She had expected some major reaction, either good or bad, but the last thing she expected was laughter. The two men were looking at her, laughing quietly.

 

“Sorry darling, we don’t mean to laugh at your situation, but you have chosen the wrong guys to tell.  We can’t let you go, not with the dead bodies that we will leave behind us.” Amanda wondered if yet again, she was going to face a bullet, but her fears were quickly dispelled. “Not that we will leave you here darling.  I’m not sure what we will do with you yet, but don’t worry; we sort something out by the time we get home. Vince, you get her in the car and I will look in the den. We had better get a move on, in case someone decides to stop by.”

Amanda saw the man called Vince move towards her, her feet moving back as he approached.  He didn’t move to grab her, just stood in front of her, blocking her way.

‘Amanda, I know you must be wondering what is going to happen, but at the moment you are in no danger. I can’t promise what will happen in the near future, but I need you to come with me now.”

 

Amanda was somewhat calmed by his soft tone, especially after how she had been treated since she had been found looking in the window at the dock.  She felt him remove the collar, taking the rope from the ring.  He however left her hands tied and used the rope to lead her out of the kitchen.  The sight of David’s body lying on the floor, blood seeping into the carpet, made her freeze. She had never seen a dead body before and could not believe this was the same man who had been threatening to punish her only a little while ago. “Come on, he can’t hurt you now.”  Vince said, pulling the rope gently to move her across the room.

 

When he opened the front door, she could see a big, black car parked in the driveway. On the way out, she had noticed two more bodies; obviously staff that gotten in the way.  She wondered why she was not more nervous, but figured that her brain could only take in so much. She saw Vince stop by the trunk of the car and then appear to change his mind and move to the back door.  Amanda moved to where he was standing, not knowing what he would do now.

 

“I need you to promise me something. If I let you go into the back and not in trunk, you have to behave.  If you make a fuss or try to attract attention, I will just have to put you in the trunk, OK?  Amanda found herself nodding, not liking the idea of travelling anywhere in a trunk.  Vince asked her to sit on the seat and then lie down, taking the end of the rope and tying her ankles together. When he was done, she was not in any pain, but knew that she wound not be able to stand up straight. He then pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, tying a knot in the centre. 

 

“Sorry about this, but as you are in the car and not the trunk, I have to have some guarantee that you will not decide to scream.” Amanda felt him lift her head and place the knot in her mouth, before tying the cloth behind her head.  She tested the knot, finding that it was not too tight, but not loose enough to push out.  She knew that if she really wanted to, she could still scream, but decided that since she was being treated with a certain amount of respect, she would be good. Lastly, he gently moved her so she was lying on the floor and covered her with a blanket. It was not long before she heard the other man’s footsteps and then the sound of the two men getting in the car. As she felt the car move, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to her now.

 

Chapter 5 – Vince

 

The two men talked about the papers they had found and how pleased the boss would be. Amanda listened, tyring to get some idea of what they had been doing at David’s, apart from killing him. She found her mind wondering as she thought back on all that had happened to her, only focusing again when she realised they were now discussing her.  She couldn’t make out every word over the sound of the engine and the blanket covering her ears, but what she heard made her start to feel nervous again.  She made out words like brothel, club, payment and movies.  She was just starting to think that maybe she had gone from bad to worse, when she felt the car slow down and drove up what sounded like a driveway. 

 

Ten minutes later Amanda was standing in front the man they had called the Boss. Vince had let her keep the blanket around her shoulders, allowing her to cover herself for the first time since the night before, though she still felt very vulnerable.  He was dressed in a suit too, but one that had to be expensive. He was looking her over, playing with the ring on his pinkie. He had not spoken since Vince had explained why they had brought her here, just watching her with a serious look on his face.  When he finally spoke, he made Amanda jump.

 

“I can’t believe I send you two to do one simple job and you come home with her.  What am I supposed to do with her? You know my wife would kill me if I even looked at her, let alone do anything else. Oh well, get her upstairs and dressed and I’ll think about what we can do.”  At that, she felt Vince take her elbow and led her up the stairs.  If Amanda had not been so worried about her future, she might have been impressed by the grandeur of the house.  He opened the door to what was one of the biggest bathrooms she had ever seen. 

 

“Just sit on the edge of the bath and I will run the bath for you, unless you need to use the toilet first.”  Amanda nodded and was surprised when he left her alone in room. He re-entered the room after he heard the flush and proceeded to run a bath for her, even adding a good dash of the bath oil that had been sitting on the counter.  While he was waiting for the bath to fill up, he pulled different containers out of the drawers, putting make-up and perfume on the counter.  He did not speak or even seem aware of her presence while he did this. When the bath was full, he turned his back, telling her to get in. 

 

Amanda removed the blanket and stepped into the bath, loving the feeling of the warm, scented water on her body.  She saw Vince turn around once he had given her enough time to submerge herself in the water. He put down the cover on the toilet and sat down, his eyes looking at her with a what looked like a hint of sadness.

 

“Amanda, I now we didn’t give you much chance to speak back there, but if you want to tell me how to came to be at David’s then I am ready to listen.” Amanda looked at   him and for some reason felt that he would listen. She found herself telling him everything that had happened to her, not even leaving out the embarrassing bits.  Vince just sat and listened while she spoke, his eyes showing her he was sorry that he could not let her go.  When she was finished, he stood up and held out a towel for her.  He turned away again as she stood and dried herself off. He waited while she dried her hair and used the make up he had laid out for her.

 

“Come into the room, the boss likes females to look like females, so he would expect you to be dressed when you go back down stairs.”  Amanda followed him into the next room, which seemed to be just one big dressing room.  “This room belongs to the wife of the boss, but she is away and I know she won’t mind you borrowing some things. Luckily you seem to be about the same size.” Amanda had never seen so many clothes outside of a department store.  “Look in the drawers over there and pick out some underwear and stockings. I will go and pick out a dress for you. I will ask before I come out, to make sure you are dressed.” 

 

Amanda went to look at the underwear, picking out a simple bra and panty set.  She knew they were expensive and they felt beautiful.  She almost forgot that she was not free, letting her fingers run over the fabric.  It was only the knowledge that Vince was nearby and would be expecting her to ready that forced her to start to get dressed.  She was just attaching her second stocking when she heard Vince ask if he could come out.  She said yes, amazed at how polite he was, even though he had already seen her naked. He walked out of the walk-in closet, holding the most stunning dress she had ever seen in his hands. 

 

“Here, I am sure this will fit you. Let me know if it doesn’t, and I will pick something else out.”  Amanda put the dress on over her head, letting the fabric slide down over her skin. She had never felt anything as luxurious before, seeing in the mirror the way the dress sat skimming her body. She heard Vince draw in a breath and he moved to stand behind her.  She gasped softly as he put his hands on her hips, his mouth close to ear.

 

“You are so beautiful.  If it was up to me, I would have you keep you here forever.”  He must have seen the flash of fear in her eyes at this comment, as he removed his hands and stood back up.  “Sorry, I don’t know what made me do that.  Just put these shoes on and then we had better go, the boss does not like to be kept waiting.”  Amanda could see he was anxious to leave the room, looking a bit embarrassed by his earlier comment. 

 

He led her back down the stairs, but instead of going to the room she had been in earlier, her led her off in the opposite direction. Amanda noticed a man she had not seen before. talking to Vince’s boss. When she walked into the room, all conversation stopped, as every eye in the room was focused onto her. “Well done Vince, she now looks decent enough to be a guest in my home.  Amanda, come over here, there is someone you need to meet.” Amanda found herself walking over to the men, her brain starting to warn her that her world was about to change yet again. 

 

“Amanda, this is Joey, my nephew.  After we eat, you will leave with him and do what he says. If I hear that you are not doing as you are told, I will have to send the boys to pay you a visit.” Amanda didn’t know if he was joking, but after the last 24 hours, she knew that he might just mean what he said.  “Hey, come over here and let me see you. I like to make sure my girls are the best, though you look pretty good from a distance.”   Walking over to Joey, Amanda felt her fear start to return. She looked to see if Vince was still in the room, but she could not see him. Joey reached out and ran a hand over her chest, watching the material move under his fingers. Amanda suddenly felt more naked than if she had no clothes on, as his fingers and his eyes devoured her.  “Yeah, Uncle, she will do just fine. Thanks for thinking of me.”

 

The sound of a gong let them all know that dinner was served.  All through the meal, Amanda hardly noticed what she was eating as she worried about what Joey wanted her for.  She had an awful feeling, that whatever it was, she wouldn’t like it very much. She also didn’t like the way he looked at her all through the meal, openly leering at her from across the table.  When the meal was finished, the men stood up, Joey indicating that she should do the same.

 

“Now that we are leaving my Uncle’s house, you need to take off the dress.”  Amanda was sure she had misheard him, surely he did not expect her to just remove her dress here at the table. “Hurry up, I have other things I need to get done tonight!”  Amanda looked around to see if she could get some support from anyone else in the room.  Joey’s uncle gave her a look that showed that although he may not approve of what his nephew wanted her to do, he was not going to help her either. The two men standing behind his uncle were trying hard to mind their own business and Vince was nowhere to be seen.

 

With a sigh, she raised the dress over her head, placing it over the back of her chair when it was off. She fought her compulsion to cover herself, knowing that was properly what Joey expected her to do. “Right, now we need to get going. Uncle, thank you again for the wonderful meal and for Amanda.  You know I will put her to good use.”  By this time, Joey had come around to stand beside her and was beginning to lead her out of the room.  He had only moved a few feet away from the door, when panic gripped her.  Not thinking, she jerked her arm out of the hold he had on her and ran.  She had no idea where she was going; her only thought that she did not want to go with him. 

 

The hallway ended, with Amanda finding herself back in the large foyer near the stairway. Knowing that the front door had to be near, she ran into the room, her vision greatly impaired by her tears.  She did not even see the man she slammed into unto it was too late, the force of his body sending her falling backwards.

 

Vince had heard the sound of her shoes first, and had walked out into the foyer in time for her to crash head long into him. He had removed himself on purpose from the meal, going outside to wash the car.  He reached out to catch her before she fell to the floor, the strength of her struggles surprising him.  He could hear footsteps coming closer and before he knew what he was doing, he had dragged her into the nearest room and locked the door.

 

Amanda did not know who had her now, just that she was once again being dragged somewhere by another man. She tried to kick him, but he was too quick for her. She was unable to scream as he had a hand covering her mouth.  “Amanda, shh, it’s only me, Vince.  I can’t keep you in here for too long, but you need to calm down a bit.  Come on, just take some deep breaths.”  Amanda heard the voice through the fog in her head and amazingly found herself responding to his soft voice yet again.  He released her mouth and turned her around to face him.

 

Vince looked at her fear filled eyes and wished he had some control over what would happen to her. However, he liked his job and did not wish to risk it for a girl he hardly knew.   “Now, I will have to take you back out in a minute, but do you want to tell me what brought that on.”  “Please help me, I don’t know why, but I just get a bad feeling about going with Joey. Can’t you talk to your boss and ask him to let me stay here. I’ll do whatever he says, just please don’t make me go.”  Vince saw her pleading eyes and hard to harden himself to do his job and return her to Joey. 

“You know I can’t do that. Don’t worry, Joey may not be the best guy I know, but he is not the worst either.  Tell you what, if you promise to calm down and go with him without anymore fuss, I will try to come and check on you every so often.”  Vince didn’t know why, but he felt in someway responsible for her, maybe since he was the one who had found her under the table.  If he had just ignored her, she would not be here in this state now. Shaking these thoughts out of her head, he saw her nod and he unlocked the door. Leading her out, he shouted out that he had her, seeing a furious Joey run into the foyer, followed by two the two men and finally his boss.

 

Amanda saw Joey storming towards her and wanted to run again, yet Vince’s firm grip was holding her in place. She barely had time to respond to what he had said before he had let the others know where she was. Joey reached out and fiercely grabbed her by the hair, Vince releasing her at the same time.  Before she had a change to draw breath, she felt her cheek explode in pain as he slapped her hard. She was sure she would have fallen if he had not still had her hair in his fist.

 

“Don’t you ever run from me again, do you hear me?”  Frightened by his actions and the tone of his voice, Amanda could only nod. She just caught sight of Vince out of the corner of her eye as she was dragged out of the house and placed unceremoniously into the front seat of a sport’s car.  As he sped along the driveway, she wondered where the roller coaster that her life had become would lead her next.

 

Chapter 6 – Joey

 

 

Joey watched Amanda out of the corner of his eye as he sped along the highway.  He could tell she was scared and embarrassed by the fact that she was in her underwear. He couldn’t believe it when his uncle had rung him to say that he had a gift for him. He had expected a painting or maybe even a new computer or something. When his uncle had explained his problem and offered him the girl, he had naturally accepted.  When he had seen Amanda walk into the room, he had been left speechless.  Now all he had to do was decide what he was going to do with her first. He couldn’t wait to get home.

 

Amanda saw a large warehouse come into view,  Joey driving around behind the building. She was pulled out of the car and pushed inside. Part of warehouse had been converted into a very modern looking home, though she had to wonder at the posters of what seemed to be different porn movies on the wall.  Having never seen a porn movie, she was shocked to notice the graphic images that were on the posters. 

 

“Well, I see you like my posters.  They are only some of my movies, but they are the best ones. Now, I think we shouldn’t waste any time, I think there should still me some shooting happening at the moment.” Amanda had no idea what he was talking about, but when he led her through to the back of the warehouse, she could see lights and what looked like cameras.  “Here is where most of the movies are shot. Come one, I think they are shooting on over here.”  Amanda was starting to get a really bad feeling about what was going to happen.  She tried to get free from his hold, but he was just too strong.  She had no choice but to follow him through the maze of cameras and sets.  She started to hear a moaning sound, mixed with the sound of slaps.  What she saw next made all her fears real.  On a set that had been made to look like the inside of a gym, she could see a muscled black man slapping the bare bottom of a girl.  The girl’s bottom was bright red and Amanda could see that another man was driving his cock into her throat.  She felt frozen to the spot, the sight of people having sex in front of her a new experience. 

 

“Well, what do you think?  I bet you have never seen anything like that before? Soon we will start your film career, I have lots of plans for you.”  Amanda felt her mind reel, just the thought of doing something like that girl was doing, making her feel ill. “Joey, please don’t make me do that, I just don’t think I could.”  Amanda had hoped that Joey would at least consider her fears, but he just grinned at her, his eyes showing no mercy at all. “Don’t worry, for what I have in mind, the less you want to do it, the better my film will be. Now, I need to make sure you don’t do another runner, then I’ll see if the boys can stay for a while longer and we can get started.”

 

Amanda was made to move closer to the set, seeing even more of the scene in front of her. Joey pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a box nearby and secured her to a ring in the wall, both arms stretched up above her head.  She now had no choice but to stay and watch the scene in front of her. The girl was sitting on the lap of one man while the other had his cock in her bottom.  Amanda heard the man who was using the girl’s bottom moan and saw him shudder, followed quickly by the other man.  The girl too now moaned, her body convulsing as she came.  Amanda could not believe what she was seeing, let alone believe that soon the girl would be her. She decided that she just wouldn’t co-operate and hoped that if she wasted enough of everyone’s time, Joey might send her back.

 

While she was thinking, she heard someone say “cut” and the three people untangled themselves and started to use the towels provided to wipe themselves. The two men were standing up, not even attempting to cover their cocks, while the girl was equally relaxed about her nudity.  She saw Joey approach the three, kissing the girl on cheek before telling her she had done a great job and sending of her with a slap on her bottom to have a shower.  He lowered his voice as he spoke to the men, turning to point to her on several occasions.

 

Joey could see Amanda looking over at him nervously as he talked to the two men.  “Guys, I know you were meant to go home after this shoot, but do you think you could hang around for a while tonight.  I have something really special in mind that I think you will like, plus I will double you usual fee.”  At the mention of the double fee, he saw the two men’s eyes light up and he knew he had them.  He spent the next few minutes outlining the basic plot for the scene, seeing the men grow more excited the more he spoke.  “Ok, how about we go in, say, five minutes. By the look of both of you, you don’t need any time to get aroused.”

 

Amanda could see that the two men’s penises were now hard again, and grew even more scared thinking about what Joey was telling them. She squirmed in the handcuffs, hoping that they would come undone, so she could just get away.  Joey approached her, his eyes gleaming evilly.  “Well, now we will get to see just how photogenic you are, thought I doubt people will spend too much time looking at your face.” As he was talking, he was undoing the handcuffs.  He pulled her into a room filled with clothes, though unlike the dressing room she had been in earlier, this one seemed to be filled with every cheap and slutty outfit every made. He looked through the clothes, until he finally held up what looked to her like the smallest dress ever made.

 

“Here, I want you to put this on.” Amanda looked at the scrap of red material, then back at Joey. She again saw no mercy in his eyes, and moved to put on the dress.  When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see herself any more, the dress making her look like a hooker.  The front of the dress barely covered her breasts and the hem was so short she could see the tops of the stockings.  The dress was so tight that she could barely breath.         “Yeah, I knew that dress would be hot on you. You will look fantastic on the big screen. Now a touch more makeup and we will be set.”

 

Amanda was forced to sit and apply more makeup, seeing her face become that of a stranger.  When Joey was satisfied, he pulled her to her feet and out onto a different set.  This one was made to look like a bedroom, with a large bed in the centre.  “Now listen to me Amanda, I just want you see your honest emotions. Now, stand over by the mirror and pretend to be checking your makeup.  Don’t worry about what to do after that, it is all under control.” 

 

Amanda moved to the mirror, her early thought to disobey gone as she considered the consequences that could bring.   She heard Joey say “Action” and was just about to turn to face the sound when she saw in the mirror one of the men from before run towards her.  She had no time to react as he gripped her around the waist and flung her onto the bed.  Amanda heard her breath come out in a rush, as he sat on her chest and pulled the material at the top of the dress open, causing her breasts to almost pop out of her bra..  He then pulled a knife out of his pocket and proceeded to cut the straps of the bra until her breasts were now free too. 

 

He moved the knife over her breasts running the tip over her nipples.  Amanda drew in a breath as she felt the knife continue down her body, cutting of the dress and then her underpants.  He cut the straps holding up her stockings as well, before returning the knife back up to her breasts.. Being so engrossed in what he was doing with the knife, she had not heard the other man approaching the bed. It was not until she felt a hand on her leg, that she remembered there were two men. 

 

“Please don’t do this.  I will do any thing you want, just don’t hurt me.”  The man looked at her with such lust, that she felt a shudder go through her.  Any thought that he was an actor playing a part completely gone as she pleaded with him. She felt cool air on her legs as her stockings were removed, her legs being spread wide apart on the bed. She could feel what felt like a tongue on her pussy and then she screamed as he began to bite her.  He was not biting hard enough to cause any damage but the sensation was not a pleasant one. 

 

The man with the knife held it to her throat as she screamed, effectively silencing any further screams. Once he could see that she was silent, he moved to kneel up with a knee each side of her chest.  He undid his belt, slowly removing it from his jeans.  “Put your hands over your head, bitch.”  Amanda was too numb not to do as he said, letting him use the belt to secure her hands to the top of the bed.  As she felt him tighten the belt, the leather biting into her wrists, the man who had been between her legs stood up and began to remove his clothes.  When her hands were tied, the other man also stood up, removing the rest of his clothes. Though she had seen their cocks earlier, they just looked so much bigger up close. 

 

Joey watched the scene unfolding before him, counting the money the movie would make him.  He was not worried about anyone recognising her, as with all that makeup even her own mother would not know her.  He loved the way she had been tied to the bed. He had not told the two men what to do, only that he wanted her to be raped.  He had set some limits of course, such as no permanent damage.  He couldn’t wait to see what they would do next.

 

On the bed, Amanda was wondering the same thing, but not with the same excitement. As she saw the man at the end of the bed pick up his belt, she assumed he was going to tie her legs the same way the other man had tied her arms. When the first strike hit, she was so surprised it took a moment for the pain to register. When it did, she just had to scream, the pain like nothing she had felt before.  The man who had had the knife, moved to place his hand over her mouth.  She wanted to beg them not to do it again, but this was not possible. As she saw the belt being raised again, she closed her eyes only to be told to keep them open.  She did, and was rewarded with another strike across her stomach. 

 

The man hit her repeatedly, the other man continuing to stifle her screams.  Just when she thought she could take no more, the man with the belt moved up her body and started to hit her breasts.  This was just too much pain to take, each blow feeling as if he was setting her breasts on fire.  She felt dizzy, her breath coming out in short bursts. The room began to darken; the last thing she remembered seeing was the look on the man’s face as he raised the belt up yet again.

 

When she came to, she had been moved so that she was now on all fours on the bed.  Her breasts were stinging, her head was being held back and she had a cock in her mouth.  It took her a moment to realise that she had another cock buried deep in her pussy.  When the two men saw that she was conscious again, they began to move.  The cock in her pussy started to pound into her mercilessly, his cock hitting her cervix, the force driving her onto the cock in her mouth. Amanda had never felt anything like it, her body rocking between the two men.  She tried to scream as her nipples were gripped in a fierce hold, her sore nipples feeling like they were going to bust. The man in her throat suddenly grabbed her ears, starting to control the motion of her head.  Now with the man moving even faster in her pussy and her face being forced to bang into his pubic hair, she felt her head swim and wondered if she was going to pass out again.  Just as she thought she could take no more, the two men stopped, both cocks still buried deep within her. 

 

Joey rubbed his erection as he watched the action before him.  He saw Bill, the man who was buried in her pussy, pick up the butt plug from beside the bed and apply lubrication to it.  He knew that Amanda would have no idea what was about to happen and felt his cock jerk.  He couldn’t wait to see what she would look like on the screen.

 

Amanda was struggling to breath, her chest starting to burn.  She tried to move her head back in an attempt to remove the cock from her throat, but the grip on her ears kept her still.  She felt relief when the man moved back enough for her to get some air, but it was short lived as he pushed his cock back in again.  However, just as her face was once again pressed up against his pubic hair, she felt something hard being pushed against her ass hole.  She tried to gasp as she felt what must have been his fingers forced their way into her, the pressure of his cock making her passage even tighter then it would have been normally.  When he removed his fingers, she was again allowed some air before the cock resumed it’s previous position in her throat.

 

Something cold was then pushed against her ass hole.  She was given no time to get used to the feel of this new object as it was pushed with great force into her. Her ring felt like it was going to break as the object seem to grow wider in her.  She had never felt so full, a cock in her throat, a cock in her pussy and now something being pushed into her ass.  She felt her body begin to shake with the pain as the butt plug was forced into her. The cock had been removed from her throat and was now resting on her tongue, his hands moving down to pinch her sore nipples.  As she felt the thing in her bottom pop into her, she moaned.  She had no time to figure out what it was as the two men resumed their assault on her body.

 

This time they did not stop until she felt their cum burst into her. The two men pulled out of her, their cum spurting over her back and hair. The men then used her hair to clean their cocks before pushing her down onto her stomach, making her scream out as her sore breasts were forced down onto the bed. She had been so preoccupied with trying to deal with the pain, that she was not aware that she was being retied to the bed.  It was not until her bottom exploded in pain that she noticed she could not move. Once again, a hand was held firmly over her mouth.

 

The belt continued to strike her, the thing in her bottom moving each time she was hit.  Amanda just didn’t know how much more she could take, her tears flowing down her face.  She wished she could pass out again, just so she could not feel the pain anymore.  The man welding the belt moved up so that he was striking her on the back.  She tried to move away, but found that with the man covering her mouth and her hands and legs tied, she had nowhere to go. She just couldn’t stop shaking, her mind filled with the agony of  the belt on her back.  When the man finally stopped, she was so exhausted that, despite her pain, she felt her eyes close.  Somewhere she heard someone say cut, but her tired mind just couldn’t work out why.

 

Joey called out “Cut” and walked over to the set.  The two men had moved away from the bed and he went up and shook their hands.  “Fuck me, guys, that was hot.  You have certainly earned your extra fee. Go and see Deb in the office and she will fix you up.”  He waited until the men and the crew had gone, before sitting on the bed where

Amanda was still tied. He ran his fingers over her back and bottom, seeing her flinch in her sleep as he touched her.  He moved his hand down to her ass, the butt plug still sitting in her.  He gave the end of the plug a wiggle, hearing her moan.

 

He stood up and removed his pants, his cock hitting his stomach.  He had never felt his cock so hard and could not wait one more minute to feel her pussy around it.  He did not care that she was asleep, just needing to be inside of her. He could feel the cum left from Bill, the wetness allowing him to drive his cock in fully in one go. Even the butt plug, which he could feel through the thin layer of skin separating her pussy and ass, did not stop him from being able to move in her.

 

Amanda awoke to the feeling of her pussy being filled by yet another cock.  She did not know who it was, but whoever it was he was fucking her so hard her body was rocking up and down on the bed.  “Please, no more, please.”  “Hey baby, you feel so good.  That butt plug just makes you so tight.”

 

A butt plug, so that was what was in her bottom and it was Joey who was in her pussy.  Amanda’s body hurt so much that even the force of his thrusts paled in comparison. She was sure her nipples were being rubbed raw and her bottom where he was holding her, didn’t feel any better. She could tell that he was about to cum, his cock swelling in her.  When he did, he removed his cock and added his cum to the cum already on her back and hair. 

 

Joey had wanted to hold off for longer, but the combination of her tight pussy, her beautiful stripped back and her moans just wouldn’t let him. He saw his cum spurt out and land in puddles on her back. He considered removing the plug but decided he would take some photos before he did. 

 

Amanda was aware of Joey walking away and closed her eyes again. A flash of light made her open them again, white dots appearing before her eyes.  Joey walked all around the bed, his flash going of every few minutes.  Even after everything that she had gone through over the last few days, Amanda found this latest act to be equally embarrassing.  She felt herself start to sob as the flashes continued, not wanting to think what horrors awaited her next. 

 

Chapter 7 – Rescue

 

It was the sound of shouts of police that woke her. She had been moved to Joey’s room, after he had finally taken all the photos he wanted and untied her.  The butt plug he had left in her until after her bath, the warmth of the water easing her aching body.  He had allowed her to put some ointment on her wounds and given her two painkillers, saying that it would not be good if he let his newest star get infected.  He had then made her lean over and touch her toes, slowly removing the plug. Amanda had moaned as the plug was removed.  Finally, he had led her to his bed and allowed her to go to sleep and she had not heard a sound until being awoken by the shouts.

 

She just had time to pull a sheet up over her naked body as the door to the room was kicked in and five armed police officers stormed in, guns aimed at her and Joey’s head. “Don’t move, you are both under arrest.  Tom, check the room for weapons, Joe, look next door. Ok, I want you both to stand up slowly and put your hands up over your heads.” Amanda tried to speak but found herself speechless.  She didn’t move, not wanting to be seen naked in front of the men. Beside her, she was aware of Joey moving slowly to stand, his hands raised. 

 

“Come on love, out, or I might think you are hiding something.” Amanda finally found her voice. “Please, I have no clothes on, just let me put something on.”  The man looked at her for a moment, a slight grin on his face. “I would have though that being a porn star, or least a girlfriend of a porn director, you wouldn’t be shy.”

 

“But I, I mean I’m not.. I have been kidnapped, you have to believe me.”  The man had obviously heard many different excuses as to why he should not arrest someone, his face not showing any surprise at her statement. He did, however, move to throw her a towel from the bathroom.  Amanda grabbed the towel, trying to wrap herself in it as she held the sheet over her body.  Once she had managed to stand up and raise her arms, the man came over and lowered her arms so he could handcuff her. 

 

Joey had already been cuffed and taken from the room, leaving Amanda alone with the men. She found herself shaking, the events of the past days overwhelming her. When a hand came to rest on her shoulder, she jumped, expecting the worst. She could see the man looking at her curiously before he moved his hand to her elbow and led her from the room too.

 

Walking through the warehouse, Amanda could see the police loading up videos and DVDs, as well as checking computers.  She wondered if the footage of her from last night was on one of them. “Please, can I get something to wear from the dressing room.  I can’t go out like this.”  The man stopped, considering her request and then led her in the direction of the dressing room, removing the cuffs so she could dress.  There was a female officer already checking the room, so he waited outside while she entered the room. She looked at the clothes, trying to pick out something half decent among the trashy clothes.  She finally found a skirt that would come half way down her thighs and a top that at least covered her breasts, though it left her stomach bare.  She became aware of the officer staring at her, her eyes wide in her head.  “What happened to you, who did that to you?” 

 

It took Amanda a moment to realise what she was talking about, until she looked and saw the red welts on her stomach. The police officers concerned look was her undoing, and before she knew it, she was crying, the sobs rocking her body. She felt the officer put an arm on her shoulder and then envelope her in a full hug.  Amanda let the fear and tension of the last few days flow out, the other woman letting her cry.  When she was done, the officer placed her own coat around her shoulders and led her out,  ignoring the puzzled look from the other policeman.

 

A few hours later, Amanda sat in an interview room, having told the police everything that had happened to her since she went to the docks.  At the mention of her friend, one of the officers had left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a sad expression on his face. He had told her that they had found her friend’s body the very night Amanda had gone to find her.  Although Amanda had been told at the docks that her friend had been killed, hearing it being confirmed just knocked the wind out of her.  She had cried again, the same officer who had helped her earlier again letting her use her shoulder. They had brought in a doctor before they had interviewed her, to check her wounds. The doctor had given her more painkillers and applied more ointment where needed, but didn’t think there was anything that wouldn’t heal in time.

                                     

Now she was sitting and waiting to see if they would believe her story and let her go.  The time she had spent by herself had only given her more time to relive the horrors, so she was pleased when the door opened and the same female officer who had helped her so much already, entered the room. “Amanda, we have done some checking and we are satisfied you are telling the truth, not that I had any doubts. Now, here is my private number, you just ring me if you need to talk. When you are ready, you are free to go. We will properly get you back in a few days, but until then you need to rest.”  “Thank you Mary, if I didn’t know it was true, I would have had trouble believing me.  I just never knew there was so much evil in this world.” 

 

Amanda walked out of the police station, free to go where she wanted for the first time in days.  She hurried to catch a cab, just wanting to get back to her home and sleep.  She didn’t see the man watching her, a smile on his face.

 

Vince saw Amanda emerging from the police station and was relieved to see that she seemed to be ok. He had been the one to call the police to raid Joey’s warehouse, after overhearing his boss talking about what Joey had in mind for Amanda.  He had not been able to stop Joey from taking her, but he was sure not going to let her remain with him. He knew that he could have just stepped out and talked to her, but he had made up his mind that he would just have to forget her.  He felt much better knowing that she was safe, and he knew that if anyone found out it was him who had rung the police, he would not only have to worry about loosing his job but also his life. He watched until she entered the cab, until he turned and headed back to the only life he knew.

 

Amanda caught sight of the man just as he walked away and thought he looked familiar.  No, she thought, I must just be tired.  However as the cab drove her towards her home, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was indeed Vince who had been outside the station. The voice of the driver telling her she was home, raised her from her thoughts and she paid him with the money Mary had given her. She knew that she would have to come to terms with what had happened to her in time, but for now she was safe, she was free, she was home.

 

The End