Dark Erotic Fiction

White Slave Act of 2000 - Ingrid’s Tale - Part 41 - A Shock For Sandy

I heard the front door unlock and a short while later, Mr. West’s voice through the intercom affirmed he was home again. He called me to the room where I had chained the new slave. After having sat for so long, my ass was a little numb and I had almost become accustomed to the butt plug, but walking while wearing it instantly drew my attention to it. Each step caused the plug to shift slightly in my ass, sort of like being slowly fucked in the ass while I walked.

Mr. West asked me who the girl was and I explained she had volunteered to be a slave while he was out. He then asked to see the girl’s file and I returned to the office; the butt plug grinding between my ass cheeks and in my ass with every quick step I took there and back.

“Where is her sworn statement? And the result of her drug screen? And why was she not stripped and gagged? Where is her ‘right of first refusal’ contract or the waiver for it?” Mr. West asked.

Any sense of accomplishment I felt about processing the girl evaporated as Mr. West highlighted things I had forgotten to do.

“Ah, well, you see, she distracted me by going on and on and I, well, forgot.” I said. The guilt I felt balled into a lump in my throat.

“What you mean is you didn’t read the manual I printed off for you. What, exactly am I going to find, if I watch the video of before she arrived? You reading your instructions, or something else?”

I blushed and struggled to swallow the lump in my throat.

“Speak up!” Mr. West said. He sounded even more annoyed and impatient with me.

“Something else…”

“And that would be?”

I glanced at the girl chained in the corner. She was now gagged and couldn’t say anything, but she was starting at me.

“OK, I masturbated! I thought about you fucking me, then some one else fucking me, and both of you fucking me, one in my pussy and one in my ass and I was just about to cum when this… Young women … Showed up at the door.”

My neck and ears were first to feel the effect of a burning sensation; the feeling of embarrassment spreading to eventually flush my whole face.

“OK, let’s see what we can do about this then. Check her purse and see if she brought a statement.”

I kneeled on the floor in front of the girl and turned out the contents of her purse. Among the tampons and breath mints and loose coins was a small address book - a pink cover with a picture of a Teddy Bear holding a heart-shaped balloon on a string - and a piece of paper roughly folded into a small square. I unraveled it and passed it to Mr. West.

“Is this the form you needed?”

Mr. West glanced over it and then nodded.

“Yeah, that’s it. Strip her and bring her into the office so we can do the rest of this. Then we are going to talk about your failures and the punishments those are going to bring.”

I immediately stood up again and reached for the hem of the girl’s sweater. She held up her arms so I could remove it over her head; her breasts were large and rock-solid firm and the tell-tale signs of light scarring around her flat, slightly misshapen nipples suggested implant surgery. After I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, I noticed a tattoo - a decorative Celtic scroll just above her smooth, hairless mound of Venus. She wriggled her hips to assist the removal of her jeans; she wore no underwear and was soon completely naked.

“This way,” I said, giving the girl a gentle push on her shoulder to start her walking. Mr. West was reading over some papers in the office when we got there.

“OK, nameless slave, I need you to piss in this cup to see if you get to stay a slave or if I have to let you go.”

The girl took the cup and pressed it up between her thighs.

“No! You stupid cunt! Go in the bath room!” Mr. West pointed at the open door leading to the rest room between the office and his bedroom.

Mr. West rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the girl being stupid and then typed a few things into the computer. He printed out a form. The girl returned with a cup, almost filled to the brim, of light colored pee. After placing it carefully on the desk, she slumped down into a chair, rested her elbows on the arms of it and interlocked her fingers over her stomach.

Mr. West then performed a number of tests on eye-dropper amounts of her pee and had her fill in a few more forms. After satisfying himself with these, and questioning the girl about a couple of things, he phoned a person she said would buy her. Mr. West made a phone call and discussed the girl with somebody and finished by saying, “Ok, see you soon!”

“Ingrid, take her back into the room you had her. Put this DVD in the player, I want her to watch it. I want you to watch it as well. It’s the one about those girls I told you about on the 4th of July.”

Once the DVD started playing the screen was filled with the image of a fresh-faced young girl, not unlike Sandy sitting beside me except with curly blonde hair instead of straight. She was tied to a chair; her arms drawn back behind it and her ankles tethered with dirty, coarse ropes to the front legs of the chair. Her face was flushed bright red and the blue swollen lines of veins in her temples and throat were clearly visible. Her mouth appeared to be stuffed full with something and she was gagged, but the look of terror and desperation was clear and unmistakable.

She looked like she was in a garage or work shed; concrete block walls and the exposed wooden beams of a pitched roof above. There was a man and a woman also there. The man was quite grotesque, with fat rounded shoulders that were matted with thick, curly hair that grew right up his neck and expanded into a dense mop of greasy blackness. His sweatshirt, emblazoned with the image of a marijuana leaf, was filthy and torn and it was all he was wearing. His legs, as hairy as his arms and shoulders, seemed unnaturally thin compared to the voluminous mass of his large gut. The woman with him kneeled at his feet and hungrily sucked at his smallish cock.

I watched for a while without being overly interested in the scene. I already had a feeling I knew what was coming because the little red light on the front of the struggling girl’s snuff collar was glowing a constant red and not blinking, as they usually did when they were in their ’safe-secure’ mode. I hugged my knees and rested my forehead on them; listening and feeling slightly sickened by the sounds coming from the television. The new slave sitting beside me was totally silent, until the ‘bang’, and she suddenly jumped back and started screaming through her gag. I didn’t have to look, and didn’t.

The girl became so hysterical I could barely hear Mr. West’s voice when it came over the intercom. There was somebody at the front door and he sent me to see who it was.

It was a young boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, dressed in oversized baggy trousers and basketball shirt. His short hair was untidy and gelled back off his forehead, making it stick up in an almost laughable way as if he’d been standing in a wind tunnel or come here on the back of a motorbike. I ushered him into Mr. West’s office without saying much. He prattled about something, just as his little friend had done when I took her to the office, but I ignored him just as I had ignored her.

“OK John, here is the papers for you to sign…”

Mr. West had the boy sign a few things and discussed a few details of his contract.

“Ingrid, please bring John’s slave in here,” Mr. West said.

I returned to the other room and was just about to step through the door when I felt a sudden jolt of electricity through my body. I shrieked loudly and was momentarily stunned. The shock had come from my collar, so I knew it wasn’t any invisible fence blocking me from entering the room, but still I was a bit confused as to why it had gone off.

“There’s somebody here to collect you,” I said to the girl.

She sat, eyes wide and unblinking, curled up in a fetal in the corner of the room, and refused to move until I assured her it was ‘John’ - her friend, obviously. When she did finally move, I saw a dark, wet stain on the carpet where she’d obviously peed herself. I might have shown her a little sympathy, if she wasn’t such an empty-headed simpleton. Once she was standing I was able to handcuff her wrists behind her back, after which I led her back to the office where Mr. West and ‘Aero-Gel John’ were waiting.

“Enjoy your new slave. Here is her key, and we are going to throw in the ball gag for free,” Mr. West said to the couple.

Mr. West had me escort them to the door. Thankfully the boy’s attention was now fully on his new slave and he didn’t even say ‘bye’ or ‘thanks’ after I let them out of the house.

“Good-riddance,” I laughed to myself after closing the door behind them.

When I returned to the office, Mr. West removed my bomb collar, and I quietly thanked him for doing so. I lightly touched my neck where it had been, just to reassure myself it was no longer there.

“Go get the other two girls collars, they came off when yours did. Then go out a back and check on Jen, When you are done come back here, we need to talk about your failures today and what we are going to do about them.”

I did as I was told quite happily, but the way Mr. West had said ‘we need to talk about your failures today’ still rang loudly in my ears and made me feel uneasy.

Jen was in the back yard tied to a tree; a high-pressure sprinkler blasting intermittent streams of cold water directly up between her spread legs. I felt a bit sorry for Jen, but I dared not get too close because there was an army of red ants scurrying all over her - especially on her breasts, which were manifestly swollen with angry red bite marks. Jen had a distant, far-away kind of look in her eye that made it difficult to tell whether she was either thoroughly exhausted from the agony she suffered, or in a delirious state of abject bliss.

My body went flying forward as the car came to a screeching halt. I crashed into the back of the trunk. My head smashed into one of the wheel wells. Those Stupid Mother Fuckers!! Fucking cocksuckers, just wait till I get a chance to make a move, someone’s gonna get hurt. I’m sure I’m gonna take a lot of hurt myself, but I won’t be the only one. Gonna get raped a 100 times too, those fucking bastards. I guess technically its not rape, since I’m a slave and have no human rights. That reminds me of Jim, if I ever get my hands on that fucker!! Everything I have done for him over the past few years, and this is my thanks. God damn cocksucking motherfucker. Arrrrgghhh!!! Hate filled every part of me and I began thrashing back and forth. I was screaming behind the gag they had put in my mouth. After a minute or so of this, my rational mind came back and told me that I should save my energy for the drunk little boys. Rich little brats was really all they were when it came down to it. Spending dad’s money to get their college degree, get a buzz on, and get their rocks off. Rrrrr! Stop, breathe, calm down, Shhh. I focused on relaxing my body. I heard the car doors open and shut, and then footsteps headed toward the back of the car. One of them put the key in the lock and there was a click releasing the lid.

“Aw Man, I can wait to get me some of that sweetness!” I couldn’t see the person talking, but he had obviously starting drinking already, I could here it in his voice.

“The guys are really gonna love this one. Do you think we should give her a try before taking her inside?” This one had a very deep voice, and sounded completely sober.

“Yeah, lets pull her ass outta there, and fuck her right here.”

I felt a very large hand grab a fist full of my hair and pull me up and out of the trunk. I was dropped to the pavement. My knees hit hard, scraping against the concrete. I fell sideways and landed on my left shoulder, which in turn twisted my arm in the restraints. I had no sooner hit the ground when my hair was again grabbed and my head was yanked up, and the gag was yanked from my mouth. His cock was already hard, and he forced it into my mouth and began pounding my face. Its kinda hard to smile when there’s a cock in your mouth, but I did the closest think possible, as I bit down hard on his cock. He screamed in pain as my teeth scraped the very sensitive skin from the base to the head as he pulled out of my mouth. When the head was closer to my teeth, I bit down again and turned my head slightly so I could crush it with my molars. The strong taste of blood filled my mouth and I drank it greedily. His screaming continued to get louder, he pulled me off his cock and let me go.

“That fucking bitch bit me. Holy fuck! Look at it. Holy Shit, what did that bitch do to it.” His cock was visibly mangled and bleeding a lot. He grabbed his crotch, dropped to the ground and curled into the fetal position and began rolling slightly back and forth, all while still moaning loudly.

“You stupid cunt”, the other one said. I saw his shoe heading toward my head, so I pulled it back as far as I could. He missed. I rolled onto my back and brought my knees to my chest. He came toward me, and when he got close enough I kicked with all my might. My feet hit him squarely in the belly, and he staggered backward a few steps. I thought he was gonna fall on his ass, but he caught himself. He came at me again, and this time dodged my feet. He grabbed my hair and pulled my off of the ground, my head was then slammed down on the trunk of the car. The screaming from the other guy continued, and it was still giving me immense pleasure. That’s what he gets for fucking with me. My assailant grabbed my wrists and pulled them up until they couldn’t go any further. The pain was terrible. He banged my head a couple of times against the car.

“You are gonna pay for that you fucking cunt. There a lot of guys in that house who are gonna love to make you scream for them. You’re gonna learn how to suck cock like a good little slut, or you’re gonna learn how to die.” The fear of death caused me to stop struggling so much. I knew that I did not want to die here tonight, but I also very much doubted that would happen. It didn’t really matter what I thought anyway, when my rage came back and blackened my mind I would do what it wanted me to do, and it was not rational, and it had no fear.

Guys started coming out of the house and gathering around. “What the fuck happened?” I heard one guy say. The big, sober guy took charge. “You two, take him upstairs and help him chill out. I don’t think he needs medical attention, but we’ll see after he calms down. You three come help me get this bitch inside. She is a feisty one, we are gonna have to break her of that.” Everyone moved at once, and I was lifted up by several hands. I decided not to struggle at this point, might as well go willingly.

Once they got me inside, I guess the decided that they couldn’t trust me, so the did a crappy ass hogtied, blindfolded me and put a ball gag in. They left me on the floor in the middle of the room. On one wall was a fire place, and there were two large leather couches grouped together. Before they put the blind fold on, I noticed a few guys, watching and waiting. The other group took the wounded man upstairs. I lay with my face on the rug, just waiting. It seemed like a good hour, but probably was only half of that when the big sober guy came back down. “He’s gonna be alright, but he won’t be up and about for a few days at least. He’s planning on paying you back for that little stunt of yours, princess.” I lay still and did not respond. “Trying to ignore me, huh. Let’s see you ignore me when I’m fucking you in the ass. Who wants to fuck this slut’s ass?”

“Me!” “Hell Yes Henry!” “Let’s fuck that slut.” , were the drunken cheers that followed. The big sober guy, Henry, grabbed my feet and pulled me over onto my side.

“Now I know better than to stick my cock into this bitches mouth just yet, but by the end of the night, most of us will have fucked her face. Let’s see you like my cock in your ass. We are all gonna punish you for what you did to our man’s dick, and I suspect that you owner is too, if we don’t kill you that is. Ok bitch, here it comes, it’s your turn for some pain” He bent my feet and legs sideways in a most uncomfortable manner, and smacked my ass hard with his hand. Next, he spread my ass cheeks open and stuck his finger in. “Damn that’s tight, you ever had a dick in there before?”

“Fuck You, you cocksucking pig!” He reached up with his hand and grabbed me by the hair. The floor came rushing up and me, and I screamed as it ran into my face.

“I don’t think this slut’s ever been fucked in the ass before, or at least its been a really long time. This is gonna hurt like a mother fucker!” I heard the sound of a zipper and shuffling as her removed his cock from his pants. Again, he spread me open, and this time I felt the head of his cock press against my anus. I could tell he was already hard, and ready. He was right though, it had been a very very long time since anyone had fucked me like this. The few times it happened to me were not pleasant to say the least, and this was really gonna fucking hurt. Although, his cock wasn’t very large, not nearly as large as Jim’s, so I still had some hope.

He pushed it in all at once. I wanted so badly to scream out, but I wasn’t gonna give this fucker the satisfaction… Yet anyways. It hurt badly, but was bearable. He fucked me harder and harder until I felt his body stiffen and with a sudden jerk he pushed deeper into me and groaned with pleasure. Already there were about 5 guys waiting for their turn. “Ok gentlemen, Who’s next?” The next guy came forward and started undoing his pants. Another guy was doing the same thing. The second guy reached me first, but it was my mouth he was headed to. “Wait!” Henry called out. “Have you forgotten that the bitch bites? Andy.” He pointed to a third guy, “Come here and hold this bitches head, dig your hand into her hair. Ok, bitch if you bite my friend’s cock this time, Andy is gonna is gonna make you pay in anyway he wants to.” I remained silent, with no indication that I had even heard him. The first guy decided that it was time to start fucking me, and brought his cock right up to me, and pushed it inside my ass. I was welled lubed at this point from Henry’s spunk. The pain was still awful, but less than before. Andy yanked my head back by pulling my hair, and his buddy nervously edged towards me.

“Come on Baby, let mama suck you a little.” I coaxed. “I promise I won’t bite you.” I started laughing at that point, and I suddenly felt a hard slap across my face.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” Andy yelled down at me. I decided to laugh once more, just to fuck with him a little bit. His hand came down harder this time, and the whole left side of my face felt like it was on fire. “Ok man, come do this.” The nervous guy was close enough to press the head of his cock up against my closed mouth. He pushed his way through my lips, I didn’t really fight it. He then immediately rammed in fully in, and slowly pulled out again. I think during all this the ass fuckers had switched up again, and another guy already had his cock out and was rubbing it on my titties, and belly. The branding that West gave me still hurt like a bitch, and every time his cock touched it I was reminded of the pain. I started really getting into sucking the cock that I was currently choking on. I first began by swirling my tongue around the head, and then sucking on it deeply. This wasn’t an easy task, nor was it done well, being that I was still really only being face fucked.

“Dude, move over. It’s my turn.” I have no idea who said that, and at this point I don’t know who I being fucked by. Hands grabbing my tits and my ass. Spanking me and pinching me all over. The guys continue to switch places. Despite the severe pain, I start to find this very erotic. I have always enjoyed pain, never wanting it this severe, but never getting as much I as had wanted. “I wanna fuck her pussy! Let’s cut this hogtie, and flip her over.” The flipped me back onto my stomach and I started to feel the ropes releasing. These drunk idiots were completely untying me. Ouch, I felt a sting on my ankle, I think he just cut me. Yes, I felt it again on my wrist, and I can feel the blood begin to trickle. Good news though. I am free. First thing I do is lick the trail of blood running down my arm. While doing that I noticed that my body is covered in cum. Probably only from two or three of them. Then I notice that there are a lot more men in the room then there were before. I have absolutely no hope of escape, so I resign myself to thoroughly enjoying myself. Sex first, fighting later. Still not gonna make it real easy on these fuckers. I feel hands grab my wrists and ankles and I am turned over onto my back. My legs are then thrusts up to my cheeks. I am literally folded in half. They waste no time, and I feel the first cock penetrate me almost instantly. It’s quite large and think, and I can feel my pussy being stretched open. When his pubic bone rubs against my clit, I feel a wonderful spark of pleasure. Some other guys grabs me by the hair, and twists my head sideways, so he can get his dick into my mouth. Man, am I gonna feel this in the morning. The guys switch fucking me and the next cock is not near as thick, but longer. Long enough for it to cause pain when it crashes into me, but it feels good too. I can’t help enjoying it, humans like being fucked. They all fuck me differently, and it is a great turn on to feel. The first orgasm comes on strong, and start bucking my hips. “She likes it! This slut is fucking LOVING this.” I know that a more than few of them have cum, because they pulled out and came on my body instead of in my pussy. Except the ones who came in my mouth or on my face. After having several orgasms myself, I began enjoying this less and less. I started to slap the hands away that continued to grope me. That only worked them up more though. “You wanna play hard to get princess, we can play that.” The hands grabbed harder. One guy pulled his fist back, and punched in my left side, just under the rib cage.

“Mother Fucker!”, the first actually words I had spoken since teasing the nervous guy. I brought both my feet up, and kicked the guy fucking me, as hard as I could. He was taken off guard and he went flying backwards. I sat up quickly, and streched out my fingers, ready to claw anything in reach. That just happened to be the necks belonging to the guy on either side of me. I dug in deep. I will never forget their screams of pain. I jumped onto my feet, and scrambled between two guys who just continued to look stunned. I actually made it out the front door, and halfway across the lawn, before I was knocked to the ground by one of them.

“You fucking bitch!!” It was Andy again. I dug my nails into whatever part of his body they were closest to, not sure where though. He screamed out, and then punched me hard in the stomach. Another guy grabbed me by the hair, and then a couple others came to hold me down. “Let’s kill this fucking bitch!” a random voice said. “No, we’ll leave that up to her master. For now, we will tie her up in one of the beds upstairs, gag her, and leave her there for the night. Anyone who wants to fuck her can go in whenever, but do not untie her. I’m gonna go fuck my girl before bed, and I’ll take this bitch back in the morning.”

It turned out to be a very long night for me. In the morning, I was taken outside and hosed off, before being thrown into the trunk of the same car that had brought me here.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?!” I slammed my fists down on my thighs and spittle flew from my mouth when I screamed the question. Today was our 10th wedding anniversary, and Jim was supposed to be taking me out for a surprise, but he knows how I hate surprises and he has absolutely no right to keep secrets from me. I had been trying to get it out of him for the past 20 minutes, but no luck.

Finally he turned down a residential street, and pulled up in front of a house that I had never seen before. Something was not right. He stopped the car, turned off the engine and turned to look at me. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and excitement. “Ok, Sonya now I will tell you where we are. We are at the home of a White Slaver.”

“WHAT! What the fuck are we doing here??” Maybe he was gonna buy me a slave, that would be a good surprise, but my senses told me otherwise.

“I’ve had enough of your shit over the past ten years, and I’m done putting up with you. You are nothing but a rotten bitch, who expects everything to go your way all the time. You are annoying and bothersome, and I’ve had enough. Now we are going into this house, but only I will be coming back out. You are gonna stay and finally get what you deserve, you fucking bitch!”

The words rolled through my head slower than he was speaking them, and my mind began to process what he was saying. That son of a fucking gutter slut bitch! God Damn him! There was no way for me to escape this either. I’ve known him long enough to know that he doesn’t fuck around, he had obviously put some thought into this decision, and no amount of talking on my part will change his mind. No possible way to escape him either, he is both faster and stronger than me, and if I try to make a run for it, he will catch me, and I will not be able to fight him off. He is generally very laid back, but when he wants something done, he gets it done.

“What will the kids say, when I don’t come home with you tonight? Hmmm… Have you thought of that?” Knowing that he had, and wondering exactly what.

“The kids already know where I’m taking you, they are also sick of you. Your nagging has given us all the grief we can handle over the years and there will be none left to mourn for your loss. Besides, we’ve decided to purchase a slave to replace you, one that will know her place.”

I felt my blood pressure begin to rise, as I listened to him continue about how terrible a person I was, and so on and so on. Was I really that bad? I don’t think so. I mean I know that I have a bad case of the rage, and I’m a take charge kind of girl, but still. I’ve devoted my life to taking care of my family the best I could, so what if I get a little bitchy now and then. My heart continued to beat faster and faster as the rage built up inside of me. I may not be able to escape my fate, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give it a good try. I let out a blood curdling scream as I dove towards him. I used the best weapon that I have, and that is my sharp nails. Starting near his hairline, I dug them into his flesh and began to tear across his cheeks. He wasn’t but should have been expecting it. His scream was much louder than my own, and as he grabbed for his face and my hands, I grabbed the door handle and got out of the car as fast as possible. I took off running but it was only a few short seconds until he caught up and slammed me down on the ground.

“You fucking bitch!!” He grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the ground, while twisting my arm up behind my back until I thought it would break. “Did you really think you could get out of this?”

“No, You Cocksucker, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy on you.” With that I opened my mouth and went for the only part of him I could reach, his forearm. I caught the flesh in my teeth and bit down as hard as possible. Another loud scream from him as he grabbed me my hair and rammed his knee into my face. I kinda blacked out, but it was more like a brown out with lots of dizziness. My fight was over, with this one anyway. He pulled me up by my hair and I staggered as he pulled me along.

“Now, don’t give me anymore shit, and I won’t tell this guy about your bad little temper. He’ll be nice and unsuspecting of your tricks, and you should like that.” He dragged me up onto the porch and rang the bell. I decided to do as he said for once. I stood there looking at my feet as my blood boiled and I fought with all my might to cool down. “You know Sonya, its a darn shame it had to come to this, if it weren’t for your temper you’d be the best wife a man could ask for. Smart, fun, easy going, and I sure am gonna miss the sex with you, but it won’t be hard to find another slut for that, even if she’s not as good as you, it’ll be worth it to have you out of my life.” Is this his way of telling me goodbye? Oh well, I feel nothing but hate for him at the moment.

The door of the house opened and a man invited us in. The deal went pretty quick, my husband telling the man that he was sick of my constant nagging, and that he’d take whatever he could get, just to get rid of me. That was that. Jim left me there, and I only had a small idea of what to expect next.