Charles Richmond - Sold into slavery

Slowly, Susan Gorman opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry, and she blinked as a foggy haze began turning into light and her eyes focused on a dim light bulb hanging high up in the center of the ceiling.

"Ah, my pretty one wakes up." The voice came from somewhere in the room.

She pulled at her arms, which were pulled up above her head. She felt something tighten and pull at her wrists and turned her head to see her wrists shackled to the steel bedposts.

"What? Where?" she gasped as her head slowly began clearing.

She heard a movement in the corner of the room and turned her head toward the noise just as the voice spoke again.

"Glad to see you're coming around. I was beginning to think Dave had given you a little too much in your drink at the party last night."

She remembered the party and the blond man she had thought was so good-looking. She remembered him sitting down beside her and how flattered she had been when he had told her how beautiful she was. She remembered bits and pieces of the conversation and how much she had liked him, and when he had asked her to come out to his boat for a drink, she had said yes without hesitating.

Then they had made love, and his hands had gently caressed her full firm tits and pinched her nipples into hard nubbins of solid flesh just before his lips surrounded one and then the other, his tongue flicking across them, making her stomach flutter. He had done everything she had wanted, bringing her to climax after climax before spilling his jism deep up into her cunt.

Susan turned her head and looked up at the man standing near her. His eyes roamed up and down her body, and it was then that she realized she only had on her panties and bra. She looked back up at the man and screamed, "Where am I? Why am I chained to this filthy bed? Who are you? Where are my clothes?"

"Tut-tut, my beautiful young lady. One question at a time, please," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Undo my arms! Get my clothes!" Susan screamed.

The man looked down at the nearly naked girl. "Shut up, and listen."

Susan's eyes blazed now. "Fuck you, just get me up from here and let me go!"

Suddenly Susan saw the man's hand raise, ball up into a fist, and come down like a hammer.

"Oooooomph!" she groaned as a gust of air blew up from the depths of her lung when the balled-up fist pounded down into the yielding flesh of her stomach. She felt like the fist had driven clear through her stomach to her spine as she gasped for air to refill her suddenly empty lungs.

The man's body was suddenly straddling her body, and pain tore at the front part of her scalp as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head off the dirty mattress. "You little slut, we can do this the hard way or the easy way."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the man sitting heavily on her sore stomach.

"Now, let's start again," he said as he held her hair painfully in his hand. "You are here to be taught how to be a nice little sex slave, and that's just what I'm going to do. Now, you can either decide that you have no choice and give in, or I can make your life hell for the next few days."

Her eyes grew wide as she heard the words sex slave.

"What do you mean sex slave? There's no way I'll ever be a so-called sex slave! You had better let me up so I can leave. If you don't and I get away, I'll go to the police, but if you let me up right now, I'll forget all about this."

"Sorry to her you say that." The man slammed her head back down on the mattress.

"Uumph!" Susan grunted.

The man climbed off of her body.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to let me up?" Susan asked as she watched the man cross the room to a small chest of drawers.

He bent over, pulled one of the drawer's open and reached in. Slowly, he closed the drawer, and as he turned around, Susan saw a strange object in his hand. It was part of a broom handle about three feet long. On the end of the handle there was a round, solid ball.

The man stepped back to the edge of the cot. He looked down at the sexy body. "You are going to give me a blow-job. You're going to willingly open those pretty lips of yours and suck my cock into your mouth until I fill it with my delicious cum."

"You're crazy! No way! Never!"

"Tell me you want to suck my cock like a good little whore."

"Never!" Susan yelled.

The man brought the broom handle down, driving the ball straight into the pit of her stomach.

"Unh unh unh!" Susan gasped for air, but before she could refill her lungs, the ball had pounded into her again. Susan cried out just before the room went black.

Susan shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the terrible ammonia smell. As her eyes opened, she saw that the man was sitting on the bed, and just as soon as he saw she was conscious, he stood up.

"Beg to suck my cock," he said as he raised the weapon over her body again.

"No, no, please!" she cried.

The ball came swiftly down.

"Aiiiieeeee!" she screamed. The ball had slammed smack down on the center of one bra-covered tit, squashing it, flattening it. The pain drove deep into her tit-flesh, into her chest, filling her entire upper body.

"Beg," the man said as he raised the ball above her left tit.

"Please, please, please, let me suck your cock! I'll do it I'll do it, just don't use that this on me again!"

"Too late!" The ball comes smashing down. "Nooooo! Oh! Nooooo! Please; please let me suck you off! Fuck my mouth with your cock, please!" she moaned as the pain flowed through her body.

Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, sliding down the sides of her cheeks dripping onto the dirty mattress as she watched the man unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The thing that caught her eye first was the huge bulge pressing at his jockey shorts, and then she noticed how filthy and piss-stained his shorts were. They looked like they had been worn for days.

The man moved to the head of the bed and unlocked the steel bracelets. As she pulled her arms around in front of her, Susan noticed how chafed and bloody they were.

"Okay, cunt, now get down on the floor between my legs. And let me tell you something before you begin. If you try to bite while sucking, I'll beat your fucking face until it looks like meatloaf."

Warily Susan climbed off the bed. Fear gripped her. She knew the man meant what he was saying. He looked like he was just crazy enough to beat her to death.

"Take it out, bitch. Take it out and kiss it," the man said as he sat there watching her.

Susan knelt down between his spread legs. She caught the smell of his crotch and the filthy odor made her feel like she was going to throw up. She kept her stomach in check and reached toward the stained shorts. Her fingers separated the slit in the shorts and reached in. She gasped as her fingers touched the huge, stiffened piece of cock-meat.

"Come on, cunt, we haven't got all day!" Wrapping her fingers around the stiff cock, she pulled it out through the piss-slit of his shorts. Her eyes bulged at the length of it. It must have been all of nine inches long. And it was so thick! She had never seen a cock so long and so thick. She saw globs of dirt clinging to the ridge just behind the smooth cock-head.

"Kiss it, cunt, right on the piss-slit," the man said.

She looked at the round prick-tip and saw a glob of white pre-cum seep out of the end of it. She knew she had to do it or suffer more pain.

Puckering her lips, she touched them to the cock-slit, feeling the cock-juice run onto her lips. She kissed the cock-head all around its smooth, rubbery surface, barely able to keep herself from throwing up.

She heard the man groan; "Now lick it! Lick it all over, you little cunt!"