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Click hereI'm just about delirious as he slams his dick into my ass. I can feel his fingers moving inside me, as if they're trying to touch his cock through the thin wall of flesh separating my cunt and my ass, his thumb on my clit. He pulls on my hair and my steel collar with his other hand, and I bend my head back obediently in response, so that I don't choke. I scream again as I come, and he laughs and unloads into my ass a few seconds later, collapsing across my back, biting my shoulder.
"You're one prime piece of fuckmeat, my pretty slut. You're going to train up great; we'll find you a master who will really appreciate you, and we'll get a good price for you. Win-win."
He slaps me on the ass and rolls me onto my back; I'm so exhausted I can't move below the waist, I'm shaking like a leaf. I've never been reamed like this before; but this is how slaves are used, I see that now, so I'd better get accustomed to being fucked by real masters, real men; the guys I'd been with would never have dared to do me the way this man just did. He'd taken me as if by right, as if I were just a piece of property he could do with as he pleased. That's what it means to be a slave.
Unbelievably, my cunt is still throbbing hard, aching to be filled again, and I lift my hips to him, writhing on the bed against my restraints, mouth open, mutely begging.
He laughs, knowing I want him to fuck me again, but he kisses me on my bare and swollen mound, flicks my clit bar with his tongue, leaves me chained to the bed and locks the cage door behind him.
When he's gone, I have no trouble falling asleep, even chained. I've been taken by force and used hard, and I enjoyed every minute of it. This is my life now, and tomorrow my training begins. But tonight...tonight I took my first step to becoming a slave.
And I like it.
To be continued...if you want...
- COMMENTS
The Stockholm Effect
I agree with Mr Dean and Wilmagron that Pam, a topless dancer who can manipulate men's minds is hardly the wallflower who will easily succumb to a kidnapper without at least plotting an escape. On the other hand neither these esteemed commentators has considered the Stockholm effect where the victim's mind is so overpowered that she or he ceases to resist and begins to Identify with the aggressor. There are documented cases such as that of US Marine Robert Garwood who went over to the Viet Cong. But I believe the period of Pam's detention was too short for her to lose her sense of self-identity.
Trafficking
Plantation slavery ended, but other forms still exist. Whether by deception or abduction, many young women are forced into sexual exploitation. While the abduction accurately portrays the terror of such an encounter, the victim yields too quickly to accepting a state of servitude. Some resistance, even passively whiling the time to win the confidence of the captor and gain an opportunity to escape must be expected.
Still Hippie presents a problem that warrants discussion.
After all Pam is a topless dancer making money by exploiting men's sexual fantasies, not a convent school girl unfamiliar with the ways of the world. A worldly woman like Pam might understand that the slaver deceives himself into believing the slave enjoys relegation to a servile condition.
the sad reality is that there are slaves like this in the world and the police don't care to look for them when the parents file a missing person report.
The story felt rushed. “I’m a dancer. I’ve been kidnapped. I’m a slave. I’m being molested”. Slow down and give more details. On to the next segment....
Keep writing, you show some real talent.