Coach Randy was enjoying the sight of Nancy’s pretty face sticking out between her knees, with her big red teary eyes begging him for mercy. Nancy was gorgeous as she was, but the client wanted an anorexic looking slave, so that’s what he was going to deliver. The skeletal look never did anything for him though, so he figured he might as well enjoy her while she stilled looked human. Her sweating, quivering skin and those trembling pussy lips were driving him wild. Then there were the livid red cane welts that made framed her perfect fuckholes. He couldn’t stand it anymore.
“God damn, it’s a shame your buyer wants to shrink that glorious ass! You won’t look nearly as sexy when I can see your tailbone.” Randy said, pulling out his enormous cock.
“Get ready bitch, this is probably gonna hurt.” Randy said, bellying up to the girl. His abs pushed the vibrating dildo deeper into her ass, causing Nancy to begin shrieking and thrashing around in agony. The walls of her pussy were clamping down on his thick, thrusting cock in a vain attempt to keep it from punishing her cervix again.
Nadia was an Olympic hopeful for the 100 meter dash when she caught the eye of a very rich sponsor. She was cut from the Olympic team and disappeared shortly afterwards, never to be seen again. At least not by anyone who wasn’t fucking her raw.
Thanks to her amazing athletic body the Coachers didn’t have to do much more than kidnap her and send her to the buyer, except of course to turn her A-cup tits into C-cup tits. A modification requested by the buyer and now being enjoyed by same.
“Yeah, I’d love to see you sprinting with these sweater puppies!” Larry laughed, pulling up her shirt and exposing the newly expanded tits. Nadia began bawling, and not just from the pain of having her nipples twisted and pulled by Larry’s callous fingers. She was crying at the freakishly big tits that were hanging so heavy on her chest, she’d never be able to run again without her ridiculous tits bouncing on her chest. These monsters had violated her in ways she’d never imagined, and were about to violate her in so many other ways…
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Nancy disagreed, and now she was paying for it
I bet that makes you feel special
“Over here, close to your hot girlfriend. Let’s go, whore, on your knees where you belong! That’s right, spread those knees apart. Give red a nice view of your clam while you get a look at hers.
“I’ve got to admit, with all those workouts at the gym, you have turned your bodies into fine-looking pieces of fuck flesh – you have given yourselves flat bellies, firm thighs, and round asses to go along with cute faces and fat jugs.
“You’re gonna get the chance now to do what you were made for: straightening out men’s dicks and draining men’s balls! I’ve got a buyer for a very special video you cunts are going to help me make. With these cameras, I’m going to record the steamy lez session you girls are about to perform.
“Blondie chose you to be her lover, red. I bet that makes you feel special.”
What is this crazy old fuck talking about! I’m not a lesbian! Does Olivia think I am a dyke? I only kiss other girls to tease guys – I would never actually do another girl!
I’ve got to get out of here!
Olivia watched in horror as the leather snaked backward along the floor away from her. She tried to cringe, but discovered that the way her arms had been tied behind her caused her breasts to thrust outward and there was no ducking or covering them. The heavy pink globes of the helpless girl’s flesh jutted out to meet the first savage stroke of the whip.
“Gaaieehh!”
The blonde screamed into her gag as the crack of the whip sent pain ripping through the meat of both breasts. She stiffened in shock at the force of the blow.
With clear lust in his face and a rigid cock, the man stared at Olivia’s tits as his arm moved backwards again. Then the tip of the leather was whistling forward to snap on the bound girl’s naked skin. Now Olivia bucked, rocking back off her knees before her restraints settled her right back into her place.
“Oaaaaiieee!”
Stop! No, stop!
He’s whipping Olivia! No!
Trying out
Okay, okay, okay, he thought as he taped her eyes shut with two squares of the industrial sealant, he had to go now or he never would.
Leaving her was the hardest thing he ever did, but he managed it. He walked calmly through the building, the box he had left there now in his arms. He walked through the break room. He walked through the empty office hallways. He walked through the empty lobby. He walked into the studio where they were holding the try-outs. It was filled with the organizers and a line of auditioners. He noticed Claire’s mother still talking to the local cop in the corner.
He walked right up to the men and women sitting at the head table and put the box down in front of them.
“Hey guys,” he said. “Here’s your lunch order.”
“Ah,” said the boss man. “Punctual as always, Al. Thanks.”
The three started to pick out their favorite sandwiches as the deliveryman kept looking at the cop. “Hey,” he said mildly. “What’s Ted doing here?”
The boss man was already eating. “Missing girl,” he said between bites. “Or so her mom says.”
“What?” said the deliveryman. “Missing from here?”
“Supposedly one of the hopeful models-slash-actresses,” said another.
“Got her application, got her resume, got her picture, but never saw her,” said the third.
They were interrupted by the local cop, who approached the group, leaving the distraught mother behind.
She stirred, but he ignored it, choosing instead to concentrate on forcing his erect cock deep inside her incredibly tight, incredibly sweet cunt.
He grabbed her shoulders and rammed inside her as if he were sledge-hammering a spike. She reacted as if electrocuted. He couldn’t tell if she were awake or not, and didn’t care. The sensation of her snatch was blinding. Within moments he was ramming and desperately trying not to scream with delirium. Instead he slammed his mouth onto her right tit, suckling like a madman.
She was definitely awake by now, as if that made any difference. She surged, arched, and tried to kick and scream, but it was all useless.
Show me your ass and shit-hole again
The Governor reclined on his couch and contemplated his new Hibernian slave. Her original name was Fedlimid, but no one remembered that. The Governor had renamed her Cula, from the Latin culus or ass. It was the girl’s buttocks that had impressed him when he first saw her in the slave market…
It was only the slave’s second week in his household. She came untrained, as he had ordered. The training sessions were interesting, the Governor always thought. Why would anyone want to miss them and give the trainer all the fun?
Training in the second week included a severe flogging session every lunch-time.
The girl was stripped and tied to a flogging cart, which was wheeled into the atrium or central patio before lunch.
The session began with a painful whipping of her back, especially the buttocks. This was always performed by the Governor’s chief slave.
The whole household was expected to gather to watch the flogging, during which the girl screamed and begged for mercy.
In the second part of the session the Governor’s aged counselor conducted a brief conversation with the girl. His intention was to turn the slave’s private life into a public life.
On this occasion the subject was masturbation.
Decimus Dresus contemplated the slave’s shapely buttocks and was intrigued. He liked the deep dark crack in them too…
“Show me your ass,” he ordered. “Hold your cheeks apart and show me where a woman’s turds come from.”
Anna the Briton obeyed, showing him her wrinkly anus, still virgin…
“Turn round. Stick your tits out.”
The girl obeyed, arching her back…
“Pull your sex lips apart!”
Anna glanced nervously at the slave dealer, who nodded. She pulled her lips apart and showed him the soft gentle pink of her lips… He licked his own lips unconsciously…
Anna hoped he would buy her. She had not asked to be a slave, but she was a slave, and there were probably worse Masters than this one. At least he was young. And he did not look like a brothel owner, which was what she dreaded most.
Decimus Dresus had inherited his money from his father, a merchant who dealt in garum, a salty sauce made from the entrails of fish. Patricians used it to spice up their meals, partly because they considered it an aphrodisiac. Decimus thought this was nonsense. What made the meals aphrodisiac, he thought, was the way they were served by naked-breasted slave girls who later in the meal offered you figs and dates from their naked cunt lips and who were stripped completely naked and flogged and fucked after the meal… But the garum made a lot of money for his father, and the money gave him all the tits and cunts and asses he could dream of, which was a lot of tits and cunts and asses, so he had nothing against it…
Decimus realized that he had an aching hard-on that was bothering him and he took it out and began fondling it…
Rasputin’s whores were numerous
The people of Russia knew him by many names. The Mad Monk, some called him. A Holy Fool, others called him. But the young women of St. Petersburg knew him by another name: “Master.” That was the name they spoke late at night, when they were face down on a dirty mattress, or pressed up against a wall somewhere in the shadows of the street.
Rasputin had his fill of women, though no one was quite sure how.
To look upon him was to be repulsed. This man was not attractive. He had a dark face, his eyes shadowed and cruel. His hair was limp and greasy, a testament to his infrequent bathing. His rotting teeth and rancid breath did not inspire passion, and his body reeked like a goat. There was no earthly reason why this man should draw women to him like honey draws flies. Yet he did. He fucked with wild abandon, and no one ever seemed to refuse his advances.
There were whispers among the people that Rasputin possessed supernatural powers. That he could control minds and bend the will of the women he took to bed. Perhaps these powers were a gift from God. Perhaps they were a gift from the Devil. No one knew for sure.
Katya had felt his powers first-hand. A maid in the Tsar’s household, she had been cleaning late one night when she felt a presence behind her. She turned and…nothing. Everything went fuzzy. When she became aware again, she was standing in a hall gagged and bound, naked but for her panties.
Rasputin’s whores were numerous. Often they were young; pretty things that laboured as maids or cooks in the Tsar’s household. Sometimes they were older, and of a higher class. A few were actual whores, procured in the streets and alleyways of St. Petersburg. The women varied, though most had one thing in common. All had begged him to take them.
All those who knew Rasputin were confused by his ability to fuck such a collection of women. He was not an attractive man. They supposed the appeal came from his political connections to the royal family or his skills between the sheets. After all, the women all left his bed singing praise of his skills and his holiness. But there was something that was just so hard to believe about that. His eyes were so cruel, his hair so greasy, his manner so hard. Why would women want a man like him?
What no one knew was that the women were not willing at all. Rasputin was like a vampire, stalking his prey and taking them whenever it suited him. He enjoyed the unwillingness; their little cries made his dick so much harder.
He had grabbed this woman during a ball that was being held for the Tsar’s nephew. She was easy prey, standing by herself near the window. It was a simple matter for him to creep up outside the window and take her.
She had put up a valiant struggle; her dress had ripped in the fight, exposing her breasts. But Rasputin had won in the end. He always did. This woman had bit him before he managed to get the gag in. Oh, she would pay for that.
Her breasts were soft… luscious… inviting. He would get great joy from biting them. He sank his teeth into her warm skin; he felt her tense underneath him as the pain made her stiffen. Her cries of pain and her muted pleas to stop took him right to the edge of cumming. He held off, though. He had plans for this little bitch.
“Have you ever had your ass fucked, woman?” he asked.
She shrieked and started thrashing around.
A fourth key went into the lock
Just a few more seconds, her foggy mind told her. Just a few more moments and they’d find her. They’d save her before he could defile her completely. They’d rescue her from this sex maniac. Just a few scant seconds more….”
A fourth key went into the lock.
“Hey guys,” a third voice called. “The cops are here.”
The clinking of keys stopped. “Okay,” said one. “We’ll be right there.”
The key turned. The lock popped open. He grabbed Claire by the throat with both hands, buried his cock all the way inside her, and came.
Tears exploded out of the girl’s eyes as drool and spit soaked the padding. It coursed down her face and chin, mingling with the sweat that coated her skin and dampened her clothes.
The door didn’t open.
They heard footsteps and then the men’s room door closing.
He laughed and laughed and laughed as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed … both silently, their bodies quaking.
He pulled her hair out of the way, letting it flow out the quarter-melon openings in the thing. He rocked back on his knees to survey his handiwork. Only the top part of her face could be seen through the cunning device. He nodded with satisfaction.
Even when a mouth is efficiently stuffed and covered, noise and vocal communication remains possible … but not if the outside of cheeks and the area around the larynx is stifled. When something, like this thing, is designed to clamp the mouth closed rather than cover a wedge gag, it can be an almost total silencer.
He nearly lost control again. She was so lovely, helpless, victimized, and vulnerable that he was nearly overwhelmed by lust.
He just barely managed to contain himself by carefully tearing open her shirt and cutting off the bra to reveal her magnificent tits.
Two gagged sluts talking to each other
“C’mon you sluggish bitch! Damn, for a girl who spent so much time in the gym, you are one slow piece of fuckmeat! I think your friend, our visitor, is awake and I would think you would be anxious to meet her again. After all, she came all this way out into the desert for you. Ha, ha, ha, hah! Right, blondie?”
My butt is so sore… just having my cheeks rub together around my anus hurts! That bastard fucked me there so long and hard that…
No! Madison? Is that Madison?
“Get your pretty white ass down these stairs now, slut! I think you know that I am not patient, and certainly not with a tied up blonde that I own. You are going to suffer enough to keep my rod hard. You don’t want me to have to teach you lessons too, do you?”
“We got a lot of work to do, blondie, now that your redhead friend is with us in the cellar. You and I, we had a lot of fun in this place, but it is only gonna get better, cockbreath.”
“See, blondie, the new slave bitch is awake. I knew that I heard a cute little whore in bondage moaning for attention down here. You are just the cunt to give it to her, aren’t you? You’ll get plenty of help from ol’ Sanchez… and his cock… and his whip. But you know that, don’t you blondie?
That can’t be Olivia! That means… Olivia was kidnapped… and I’ve been kidnapped! No! Shit, no!
Look at that ugly fat man. He’s half naked and his cock is hard! He is a rapist. He is going to rape me!
How can that be… That can’t be Olivia, can it?
Madison! This maniac has taken Madison, too? No one is out there finding me! No one is arresting him. This bastard is free to run around and kidnap my friends and bring them here! It’s hopeless, isn’t it? Oh, Madison!
“Oaggleea! Ggooh! Ongg eegchh iiimm!”
“Mmmagahun! Mmagahun!”
“Two gagged sluts talking to each other. How very sexy!”
Roman Decadence. The Senator.
The Senator got through a lot of slaves. He bought them in pairs and when he grew tired of them he sold them in pairs.
The Arab slave traders knew the Senator and his rituals well. The girls had to have different color hair. On this occasion, they had brought him a blonde and a redhead. They sent the redhead in naked and she squatted at his feet with her feet and wrists bound. The Senator grabbed her by the hair and waited for the blonde. If he liked her, he would pull the redhead onto his erect cock and let her suck him and pump him with both hands while he questioned the blonde.
The blonde came in shyly…
“Stand with your feet wide apart and hold your sex lips open!” the Senator ordered. The girl obeyed, pulling her lips apart. The Senator grunted his approval. She was wet. The Arabs had made sure of that by licking her cunt. They also rubbed her clitoris and put their fingers up her vagina to bring down more juice…
“Are you a virgin, slave?” the Senator asked.
“In my ass, Sir.” The Senator looked at the Arabs, who nodded.
The Senator pushed the redhead aside. “Take her away and flog her,” he said to his son, pointing to the redhead. The son led her to an adjacent room, where with the help of two slaves he suspended her upside down with her legs stretched apart, leaving her vagina wide open and defenseless. He flogged the girl brutally on her cunt and tits with a leather strap, and then fucked her mouth until he shot off and filled it with spunk.
In the early Second Century, the Emperor Hadrian passed laws which made it illegal to kill a slave or sell a slave as a prostitute without first going through the courts. Many people found this difficult to believe as there was no difference in their minds between slaves and other kinds of property.
In practice, the new law brought more work for magistrates, who already had the legal obligation to torture slaves because it was supposed that slaves would not testify against their Masters. They would be afraid of being flogged by them. Under torture, the law argued, slaves would tell the truth. Dura lex, sed lex. A hard law, but the law.
On this occasion the magistrates Pius Severus Varus and Gratianus Superbus were hearing the case of a rich woman named Antonia who claimed that the three girls were no use in the house and would be better in a brothel.
They could not cook or clean, she said, and since her husband’s death in Britannia they had become lazy and rebellious. The three of them had attacked her when they were cleaning her by scraping oil off her body. They had scratched her breasts, she said. She could not handle them alone and wanted to sell them to a friend who owned a brothel in Porta.
It was the kind of case that the magistrates and the clerks of court enjoyed. Antonia’s maid removed her Mistress’s robe and the men examined her breasts for signs of violence. They found only insignificant little scratches.
“They scratched the inside of my lips too,” she said. “The lips of my vagina,” she added, unnecessarily. The magistrates and the clerks all examined her cunt lips. They found no scratches, just a wet vagina. “Some of the oil got into your lips,” said the chief magistrate with a smile. Antonia smiled back. She sucked in air as the magistrate fingered her clitoris…
He then ordered the clerks of court to torture two of the three girls. The third, who he found exceptionally pretty, was ordered to strip off and stand near them.
The clerks flogged the two slaves with long leather straps, hitting them hard on the buttocks and breasts. Then they hit the soles of their feet with canes until the girls screamed for mercy.
Cargo. They’re just Cargo.
At any given time there are thousands of cargo ships crossing the world’s oceans, delivering cars, electronics, food and countless other commodities. One ship, however, carries a very different kind of cargo: sex slaves. Affectionately known as the Slave Barge to its crew, the ship looks like any other cargo vessel on the outside, but on the inside it’s a paradise for the crew…and a nightmare for the cargo it carries. The holds of the Slave Barge are a series of prison cells and dungeons, all designed to quickly break and train the new girls that come aboard.
The girls that have the misfortune of ending up on this god forsaken ship start out as beautiful, independent and strong young women. But once they descend into the bowels of the Slave Barge…
They’re just Cargo.
Betty was so cold she could no long feel the biting arctic wind sweeping across her bare tits. A few hours ago she’d been a normal college student going to her first off-campus party in the warehouse district. That’s when this nightmare had started, when she’d been grabbed by a pair of sailors and locked away in one of the abandoned warehouses.
“Ughhh, for such a fat-titted cow you sure have a tight pussy!” Her captor had taunted her as he rammed his cockmeat in her dry, resisting vagina.
“Flip her over, I want to take her ass!” The other sailor said.
“NNIIEEARRGGHHH! PLEASE! TAKE IT OUTTTTT!” She’d screamed as the dry fucking of their cocks began stretching and tearing her delicate holes. Of course her screaming only made them fuck her harder, fucking her in a brutal rhythm that never gave either hole a chance to adjust to the massive invaders tearing them open.
I can’t be tied up and naked
Why are my legs… spread so wide! I’m fucking folded up!
What the fuck! I’m naked! I’m naked! Why the fuck am I not wearing clothes! Why the hell is my pussy spread open in front of my face?
“Uugggh! Hegghh mheeughh!”
I’ve got something in my mouth! A gag! I’m gagged and tied up… and naked!
I… I have been kidnapped! No! Fucking, no!
“Oghh! Ooghh! Egghh ee ooggh!”
Please, don’t let this be happening. I can’t be tied up and naked!
I can see my tits and pussy and I’m spread wide! No!
Unblinking eyes stared at pretty Madison’s young, nude, and restrained body as she struggled. Digital electronics recorded how the cold air had made the girl’s nipples hard. As her thighs trembled, Madison’s splayed pussy lips were on display for a camera lens. While her wrists tugged fiercely at the leather shackles attached to steel rings anchored to the floor, a camera looked on. The captive girl pushed with her legs against the restraints around her thighs… and the effort caused her anus to pucker. Every humiliating detail was video recorded.
