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.
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A fourth key went into the lock
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.
We’ll take care of it
“Hey, chief,” Sam said into his phone out in the alley.
“What can I do for you, perp?” the blonde cop asked. He had Kim by the hair, sitting, her back to his front, on his lap.
Her great tits were flouncing out of a red, low-cut, skin-tight minidress she had been forced into, and her mouth invaded and mashed by a padded prod gag. He pulled her tremblingly down onto his cock again as he finished his sentence. “More miscreants to be taught the error of their ways?”
“Yeah,” Sam drawled. “Got another one for ya.” He thought of Coral, naked, getting brutally humped back in the car with Sean, her mouth and eyes sealed with industrial tape, her wrists and elbows strapped behind her. That image was crowded alongside a comatose Caitlin, white lace stretched across her smeared torso, her ankles cinched to her thighs.
Seth had her on her gagged face on the broom closet floor, fucking her up the ass as her pinioned arms were crushed between them.
“Okay,” said the special squad chief, gripping Kim’s left tit. “We’ll take care of it.” He automatically recorded the relevant info and location as he finished ejaculating into the weeping Asian. “Hey guys,” he called, “wrap it up. We got work to do.”
His fellow special squanders looked up from where they were fucking Amy and Rebecca.
The once happy blonde writhed on the floor in a black, low-cut, micromini, rubberized latex dress — her wrists cinched and her mouth sealed with black super-adhesive latex tape, her high-heel-booted legs rising and falling like a lazy sledgehammerer as she was screwed. More at megabdsmart.com
New Whores
Sometimes captured women were exhibited on a special wooden frame on wheels, four at a time. The frame was appreciated by the largely drunken crowd because from wherever you sat in the Coliseum you got a good view of at least one naked slave. The frame was painful for all three girls, but for the girl on the front it was especially painful…
The unfortunate woman was tied so that her body was arched backwards, pushing her cunt out. Just below her cunt was a pole into which sharp pointed nails had been driven. The girl struggled against cramp and soon had difficulty holding her vagina above the nails. On a signal from the Emperor, the flogging began.
The flogging was performed with long swishy sticks. There were no rules about which part of the body should be punished because all parts were punished…
From time to time an official fingered the girls’ cunts and if he found one that was especially wet and juicy, he announced it to the crowd. The crowd would choose which of the girls would be penetrated at the end of the flogging sessions.
The girl on the nails was usually a feisty warrior from some Gallic tribe. When the flogging stopped for the other girls, it continued for her. At least two men worked on her breasts with cats o’nine-tails.
With the new influx of slaves after the Gallic War, whorehouses found it easier to change girls more frequently. It was one of the worst fates for captured women. They knew that they would be used day and night because new women were always the most popular in brothels.
Antonius was a brothel owner and an experienced slave trainer. He wanted to work fast this time to get the girls into his brothel as soon as possible.
He subjected them to merciless sessions of physical abuse, so intense that he had to let the girls rest for a few minutes from time to time because he was afraid of doing them permanent damage.
He watched as one of the girls tried to keep her vagina off the sharp edge of a marble block. He brought his riding crop down from time to time with no warning, to ensure that the girl would move and feel the sharp edge of her clitoris.
“Say, I’m a slut!” he ordered.
“I’m a slut! I’m a slut! Don’t hit me please! Take me off here! I’ll do everything you say!”
Alone with her kidnapper
“Now you’re ready for good shag anytime. And for punishment too… See this belt? I’m gonna lash your tits with it! I’m gonna make them red and swollen, cockteaser! Yeah… I like big, swollen, warm tits. That’ll make ol’ Joss hard as a bone!”
“Please… please… nooooooo! I… I’ll do anything… please… don’t do it! It’ll hurt me, it’ll make me go mad… please…..”
“What the fuck are you talking about, fuck-toy? Don’t you like having your snatch shagged by a huge, hard sausage like this? Are you a perverted lesbian? Or just fucking frigid?”
“Did I go to all the hassle of kidnapping you, of cleaning this place up for you and giving you all that foreplay for nothing? Are you saying you don’t want to fuck your kidnapper? Is that what you are saying?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Jasmine began to suck and fuck as best she could
Jasmine thought she was in love and consented to visit the Sultan’s village in the middle east. When she arrived however, she found that this would be no golden fairy-tale dream but a black nightmare of rape and torture. Jasmine was to become just another prostitute rented out to anyone who could afford her. But she must be broken first. The Sultan summoned his trainers to help break her spirit. Holding her hair in a vice-like grip the Sultan yanked her face up to his hard cock. When the first man pushed his cock into her cunt, Jasmine screamed. With her mouth open the Sultan shoved his prick between her waiting lips.
“If I feel one tooth I will impale you on a stake in the village square,” whispered the Sultan, “it will take you three days to die.”
Now in fear for her very life, Jasmine began to suck and fuck as best she could. The tears coursed down her cheeks as first one man then another and another took turns spending their seed in her ass, and cunt or over her face and into her waiting mouth. She forgot about her own will and thought only of satisfying these men who held her life in the balance. After her first three hour session of rape and torture she lay panting; covered with the filth of fifty men.
“That was your introduction, my western bitch, now word will spread. From now on you will spend days on end being used for every perverted pleasure conceivable. Welcome to the middle east my white whore!”
They held out as long as they could, but soon the new slaves began to plead for an end to the beating.
“I will stop only if you promise to always do as you are told” said the old man.
“Yes! Please!! Anything… We’ll do anything you ask!”
The two slaves were released from the chains and lowered onto their hands and knees. The old man parted his robes exposing his erect cock. Weeping openly now the two girls crawled forward and took the large cock and balls into their mouths. Soon the old man began to groan as his seed pumped into one slave’s mouth. She swallowed it all; not wasting a single drop. “I’ll take them both. Give them my brand, pierce their cunts and nipples and remove their clits. They will be presents for my wife who wishes to have her own harem.”
A slave learns how to cum, again and again
Slave training. “That’s better, but still not good enough. Now turn round.
I’m gonna flog those big long sexy legs again. Then we’ll see if your blow-jobs are any stronger. If not we’ll punish your legs again…
“Twenty-five… mmmm…. not bad, but you still got another cum or two in you…”
“No, please, i can’t… I can’t cum again…”
“Move your fuckhole, move it! You gotta learn to cum. You gotta obey your master. Your cunt’s mine now, so use it, you big wet fuck-slave!”
