5 comments/ 41413 views/ 13 favorites How a Sex Slave Began Ch. 01 By: Starrunner1001 "Ugh." I mutter to myself. "I'm fucking lost, are you actually kidding me?!" This is the third time I've gotten lost since I left the bar. I honestly can't find my Prius anywhere. I might as well call my boyfriend, he lives near here. I take out my iPhone 6, unlocking it and opening the Phone app. "Hey, pretty girl." A gravelly voice of a man hisses in my ear and I gasp. 3 men just came out of the shadows of an alleyway to my right. The man who grabbed me is holding a knife to my throat. "Drop the purse and phone on the ground now." The one in front of me insists. I begin to cry, but do as I am told. I don't want to be hurt. I can't defend myself for the life of me. The man who told me to drop my items stoops down and pockets them, a nasty smirk is on his scarred face. "It's been a long time since I ever got a little cutie like you. This is a blessing, truly." The man with the knife laughs, a sharp hollow noise that fills me with ice cold fear. The trio push me into the alley, which is mostly well lit by the streetlamps and the lights on the sides of the buildings. The men, however, take me to the very back which is shadowed. I can see their dim outlines, all hulking with muscle. I want to do something, anything to stop them, but I know that I can't. They all laugh now, amused by my terror. I know what they are going to do to me, that much is obvious. I'm not stupid, just fragile. "Oh, that cute little ass is gonna squeeze my cock nice and tight." The man who didn't talk before now approaches me. I've backed up as far as I can, my back is against the wall. My breaths come shallow and quick, my chest heaving. "You can have her ass, Hugo, but I want that little mouth working my dick." The one with the knife laughs again, nearer than ever now. "Listen here, bitch. We will let you go after we're done, we promise. However, in order for us to do that, right here and now, you are gonna fuck us good with each of your little holes, deal?" The big one that took my stuff barks at me, and I nod fast. "Good, we've come to an understanding. Now, strip." The same man demands. I hurry to do as I'm told. I don't want to be these monsters' toy forever. I un-button my white blouse, freeing my rather large breasts. I whip off my blue mini skirt, throwing it and my shirt aside. I'm wearing a strapless bra, so it's easy to unhook and throw to the side. My tits bounce free, and I feel uncomfortable with these perverts staring at me. I suppose they're going to have sex with me anyways, what's the point in hiding? Might as well give these tramps a night to remember. The last item is my black lace panties. I take them off and cast them away, revealing my curvy ass and shaved pussy. "Get on your back. We're gonna do this right, no fore-play, just fucking." The man who wants to fuck my ass, Hugo, orders. I do as he says. All of the men cast away their pants and underwear. I gasp and my heart skips a beat when I see their cocks. I don't know what I expected, but not this. All of them are fully erect and each are at least 10 inches. "You go under her, Hugo, I wanna see her face when you get your cock up that pretty little ass." The guy with the knife smiles cruelly. Hugo obliges, joining me on the ground. He goes under me, grabbing at my butt. No lube, not even spit. I brace myself for the pain, but I can't brace myself for what it feels like to have my anal virginity taken. I scream as loud as I can, I am sure it has ripped my vocal cords to shreds. I didn't even know that a sound like that could come out of me. I feel like a knife is stabbing me over and over. The men standing above me laugh, enjoying my pain. Hugo fucks me fast and hard, spearing my ass on his huge rod of a cock. Finally, Knife Man comes over and stands so his dick is only an inch from my mouth. I feel so degraded. "Open wide, bitch." Knife Guy slaps my face and I open my mouth, tears streaming from my eyes. His cock pushes my mouth and throat to the limit, making me choke. But he doesn't stop. I get breaks every few dozen seconds, but only 2 second breaks so that I don't choke to death via dick. The thief positions his enormous 12 inch cock at the entrance to my pussy. My virgin pussy. I think I'm the only 22 year old who's still a virgin. Or at least, I was until this happened. The man pushes into me, his entire length disappearing into my hole. I scream in agony, until silenced by the cock in my mouth. This is a rape foursome, with me as the victim. And to be honest, pushing past the pain, I am such a slut that I'm enjoying this. I feel myself being pushed to the limit, my clitoris swelling. Finally, I explode, my cum covering the thief's huge tool. He smiles with yellow teeth. After another 12 minutes, Hugo cums in my ass. I breathe sharply as he takes his cock out of me and starts to suckle my hard nipples. Only seconds after, Knife Man cums deep down my throat. I choke on it, but swallow the salty sweet semen all the same. All of the sudden, I am worried that the thief is gonna cum in my pussy and make me pregnant. Luckily, he doesn't. He pulls out and, after the others have backed away, shoots his load onto my 36DD tits. He licks it off and feeds some to me. I lap it up, like the greedy whore that I am. I get up, wobbling, and reach for my panties. "Whoa, whoa, sweetheart When did we say we were letting you go? You are a delicious little cock slave. I would love for you to stay a while." Knife Guy presses me to the wall, squeezing my tits. "You said that you would let me go!" I yell, terrified. "You really are a moronic little slut. Did you really just take our word that we would let you go?! Oh, no. You see, we work for a company. One that sells sex slaves. Our group, and other groups like us, go out undercover and find little lost bitches like yourself. We get to have some fun when we find you, our company doesn't sell virgins, so we have to make sure. Now, our van is a few cars down at the end of this alley, and you will go and get into the trunk quietly unless you want me to gut you like a fish." Knife Man digs the point of the blade under my chin, drawing a drop of blood. "I will!" I scream in terror. The man smiles and kicks my clothes away. "Walk, bitch." And I do. I walk down the street, and when I bend over to hide my swaying breasts, I get a knife cut on my cheek. How did this happen to me? What did I ever do wrong?! To Be Continued... How a Sex Slave Began Ch. 02 Please read part one first, as this will be slightly confusing if you do not. Also, this entry is not nearly as exciting as my next one, so hang in there! Thank you for taking time to read this and my last entry. ***** I shiver, my body tightly curled into a ball in the trunk of a black van. The three rapists are sitting in the front debating how much money that their sex slave company can get for me. My raven hair falls in strands down my face that is caked with jizz and tears. "Get out." We stop abruptly and I look out the window. We're in front of a huge building with lights shining from the high set windows. Painted concrete walls stretch high above the car, the white and blue paint beginning to peel. The men came and got me out of the trunk. They had gotten dressed, but I was still completely revealed. "This bitch is gonna make some hard cash. The auction isn't starting for 2 hours. We gotta get her in and ready." The trio pushes me to a back entrance and we walk into a huge green-room. I think the building is a theater. Naked women are everywhere, most crying and hogtied. "Ah, a fine specimen." A good-looking man in a crisp suit approaches us. From how the three men back away, I figure he's the guy who runs this operation. I try and stay still as he runs his hand all over me, sucking my nipples ever so slightly. I give up. No more fighting. This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time anyways. Being owned, treated like shit by a man who doesn't care about me, just my body. "Get her cleaned. I want her hair pin straight, black cuffs and collar. Black corset as well. Black netted thigh highs will do nicely." The man in the suit smiles coldly. A man next to him jots all of the things down on a pad, then grabs my by my waist. I gasp in surprise when he tightens his grip, leading me fast through a maze of hallways. We walk into a steamy room full of women who do not look like slaves, but like workers, cleaning naked women. I am led to a shower stall and my hands are chained to the wall so I can't move. I stand on the drain, the man positioning me and turning on the shower. A naked woman approaches me, a washcloth and soap bottle in hand. I am soaped down, feeling uncomfortable by the sexual contact with a woman. She might be lesbian, and I have nothing against that, but I am not one myself. She cleans my breasts and pussy thoroughly, fondling them. I am cleaned off and shampoo is massaged into my tangled hair. That is washed off as well, then the same thing is repeated with conditioner. She unchains me and lead me with an iron grip to another room. When I am positioned in front of a mirror, the woman gets a black collar with a silver hook on it that I imagine is for a leash. My hands are secured together by a silver chain connecting two black leather cuffs. Black thigh highs that are tightly netted are pulled into my shaven legs. A black corset that my breasts hang over is secured super tightly, giving me the more of an hourglass figure. The woman ties it up the back like she's done it a million times. She then leads me to a makeup room filled with bright lights, mirrors, and stylists. She sits me down on a swivel chair, calling over an African American woman with a straightener. The African American woman plugs in the straightener and expertly straightens my hair in a matter of minutes. I never knew that so much went into sex slave auctions. I thought that they just put a bunch of naked girls on stage and sold them. The same woman takes out tons of makeup and brushes. She puts on foundation, powder, bronzer, blush, mascara, the usual. Then, she gets a deep wine colored lipstick and applies it on my slightly chapped lips. Next, she whips out an eyeliner pencil and makes a perfect winged eyeliner. I am super impressed, I look absolutely gorgeous, my perky breasts swaying slightly as I get up. "Ok, darlin'. Time for the show. Follow me." The woman from before talks to me for the first time, a silver chain in her hand. She clips it onto the hook on the collar, gently tugging me along. I follow, my footsteps slapping on the concrete floor. I am led onto a stage that already has some women naked and prepared. "Show starts in 1 minute. Get the last slave ready, Angie." A man addresses the woman holding my collar, who nods. I am pulled roughly onto a platform, where my feet are chained down and a black ball gag shoved and secured in my mouth. The woman seems happy with her work and pinches both of my nipples, hard, making me wince and also making the dark peaks hard and pointed. She smacks my pussy, resulting in it getting slightly wet. She smirks, then walks away, her wide hips swaying. "Gentlemen! We know that you have been waiting a long time for this! We recently brought in a beautiful slut that is properly penetrated and will serve all of your needs. Open the curtain, please." A mans loud voice, obviously over a microphone, booms out, and the curtains that hide the 6 women on stage, including me, is raised. A sea of men are before me, all staring hungrily up at us. They catcall, miming fucking someone to make others laugh. It's quite sick. "We'll start with the new one." The man with the mic moves from his podium and approaches me. Men begin to catcall more, screaming out numbers. None of this is under control, but the man announcing is not fazed. He squeezes my breasts and slaps my pussy, making the men wild. "One hundred million for it!" A voice tells out, above the rest, calm and collected. I look out and see that it belongs to a well groomed black man in a suit. All voices stop, all eyes turn to the man. He walks up to the stage, taking a check out of his pocket. He hands it to the man and smiles at me, a cruel light in his eyes. "I believe that this object is now in my possession." "Erm...yes." The man with the mic stutters, he was not expecting this high of a bid. The man calmly unchains me and takes my leash in his hand. When I don't move, because of shock, he slaps my face so hard that I feel the metalic taste of blood in my mouth. I open my mouth wide in shock, but quickly close it and follow the man off of the stage and out the front doors of the building. My new master leads me to a limo parked on the curb and gets in, pulling e after him. The car drives so smoothly that it seems as if it is not moving at all. We pull down the street and get onto the highway. "Suck me off, Fucker." The man demands, his eyes flashing angrily at me. He said Fucker like a name. This is confusing to me. "Um...Sir? My name is Tara." I say, and he raises his hand to smack me. The blow lands on my breast, making it burn and leaving a mark. "No, you're name is Fucker. Now, suck me off, or do you want me to make this night worse than it will already be for you?" He demands, and I shake my head, fear filling me. He takes off my black ball gag, throwing it aside. I pull down his pants to his mid-shin, and his already rock hard dick springs out. I stare at it in wonder. Can you get plastic surgery for a penis? Because, if you can, this man did. It looks about 13 inches long and is nearly as thick as my wrist. I place my lips on the tip, not wanting to choke myself. He fixes my fear by slamming his hands onto my head. His cock is soon buried balls deep in my mouth and throat. I scream, gagging and pounding on his legs, trying to alert him. My vision is going red. I can't stop him. I start to fade to black, when he lets go. "Weak little bitch!" He screams producing a leather whip from a bag in the car. He whips my frail body all over, making me scream and scream and scream. My breasts are soon covered in red marks, my thigh highs and corset ripped off. I curl up and cry, thinking about what a mistake I made by submitting in the first place. We finally pull up to a huge wood and stone mansion, with black tinted windows. My face is streaked with tears and I let myself be forcefully led into the house. I barely notice anything for the pain, just that the house is ridiculously huge. I am taken into what I guess is the master bedroom, with a roaring fire and huge four-poster bed. "Get up on the bed, on your back, legs spread. I have to talk with someone, but then, I will come back. And don't think about escaping. I have heavily armed guards waiting to shoot yu if yu do anything but get on the bed. I will be right back." My master walks out and I obey, getting in the position. I wait for maybe ten minutes, my mind blank. When Master gets back, he squeezes my breasts painfully and sits down on the bed beside me. "You went through a lot today. Rape, auction, a new life, a master. It is already 2 in the morning, so I will allow you to sleep. However, tomorrow is going to be torture on your body, and I will wake you at 7:00. Get some sleep, pet." Master strokes my arm lightly as I curl up at the foot of the bed and fall asleep. To Be Continued... How a Sex Slave Began Ch. 03 This story was asked to come back by some people, so here it is. People who don't like it, please don't bother leaving your comments. Just go to another story. I really don't care if everyone likes this, it's just a simple pastime. For those of you who do like it, thank you, and feel free to comment. Please read the first two entries first, it will be confusing if you don't. ***** A terrible pain in my butt and breasts forces me to wake up. I look around groggily and see my new master standing over me with the whip. "Get up. Now." He orders and I scurry to a kneeling position on the bed. Master nods his approval. "No food. You didn't get up within the first two lashes. Pity. You'll need energy for today." Master grabs my leash and pulls me from the bedroom. "Master...?" I hesitate, wondering if he will get angry. "Yes, my slave?" He asks, looking back at me, almost kindly. "What kinds of things will we be doing?" I ask in a tiny voice. He smiles warmly, pulling me to his broad chest. For some reason, this calms me. "Shh, it's okay. It will hurt you a lot. You will beg me to stop, and be in agony. But, this is the only way that you will learn to enjoy it. Come along." Fear churns in my stomach as I am led down carpeted halls. Finally, we go into a room. I gasp loudly when I see the inside. The walls are pitch black, and so is the ceiling. The floor is a soft black carpet. A solitary window that lets in the minimal amount of light stands at the other end of the square room. This room contains things that look like torture machines, cages, whips, vibrators, ass plugs. Everything you could possibly want for a slave. Master and I are approached by a woman in a sleek black pantsuit. She also has on a collar, but no leash. She seems to be a prized slave, or something, to be walking with so much poise and regalness. She smiles at Master, her teeth blindingly whitened. As she hands a large black duffel bag to Master, I notice something on her neck. A tattoo. I try to look closer, but she notices and pulls up her collar with a look of disgust shot my way. The woman walks away, her plump ass swinging from side to side. She turns right before she exits the door, blows a kiss to Master, then walks out, slamming the door shut. Master punches in a code to a pad beside the door, obviously locking us in. I have no escape now. Master approaches a bench on the wall and pats the empty bit beside him. I walk over and sit, tentatively, sure that this is a test and I have failed. Master, however, seems to be content. "Now, slave, I want you to start off hard. Very hard. It will put you through immense pain, but soon after, immense pleasure. Trust me, darling, this is the best thing that has ever happened to you." Master reaches down and drags my chin so that I face him, He bends down, his face an inch from mine. He brushes away a strand of hair, then takes my face in both hands and kisses me. I linger for a few moments, but then push away. It feels strange. "Are you ready to start?" Master asks, and I shake my head 'no' once, then nod for yes. He smiles and lead me to a machine. "This will stretch you a lot, and you will be hurt. No bleeding, I promise, as long as you aren't a virgin. Get on." I obey my Master, climbing onto the machine before me. Master helps me get strapped in. I see a massive dildo, perhaps 14 inches, and enormously wide, hooked up to the machine and poised at my vagina. "No, no, nooo!!" I have changed my mind, I can't do this! I scream and scream, but Master just ties me tighter. I close my eyes and wail, until Master stuffs a ball gag in my mouth. I continue to scream, though it is now inaudible. I cannot move anymore, I have no control. Master switches on the machine, and I almost black out. The dildo is smashed into me with such force that I feel it in my stomach. I scream out as I feel the dildo going as deep as my vagina allows, and then pushing deeper. I scream in agony as the thing approaches my womb. I sweat and scream until Master switches off the machine and the dildo is pulled out. I lay there, shaking and sweating and crying. Finally, I feel my vagina being entered again. At first, I think it is the dildo, then realize that it is Master's actual cock. I yell out, then realize that it doesn't hurt. I am so stretched that it no longer hurts for a cock to enter me. I gasp and squirm when I feel Master's cock tighten. He is about to cum. I expect him to pull out, but he does nothing of the sort. I begin to panic when the first load of sticky, hot semen is shot into my fertile vagina. Doesn't he know that I could get pregnant?! He shoots his load three more times, groaning with pleasure. "I was just kidding you before. You aren't a slave." Master's hot breath tickles my ear as he hisses into it. "You. Are. A. Breeding. Slut." My stomach drops. I scream and cry as the weight of the situation crashes down upon me. Master just laughs, not even bothering to pull his dick out. I think he is making sure that I get pregnant. Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?! 3 months later "We're all awake, are we?" Master swaggers into the dark room that I am held in. I look up at him, and then down at my naked body. A quite noticeable bump has formed on my stomach. I look around me. The women who are also used for breeding stay in here with me. One looks to be in pain. "Ah, breeding cow number 5 is in labor." Master talks into a walkie-talkie, and soon enough, a few men come in and take her to the hospital wing. "Why are you here?" A daring girl, no older than 19 asks. She was brought in a couple weeks ago, her belly only has the slightest curve. "Oh, to congratulate you all on your wonderful childbearing skills." Master says sarcastically. A thought comes to my mind. "Sir?" I ask tentatively. "Yes, my cow?" Master bands down and takes my chin in his large hand. "Where do our children go? When we give birth?" I ask. "They are cared for by our nurses for a week, and then they are taken to a real hospital and we are no longer in charge of them. One of our nurses will pose as the mother, making the baby legally hers. Then, when the baby turns 18, we will reclaim it and it will become a slave or a breeding cow." Master smiles around at all of us, as if we should be glad to hear this. "Oh..." I say in a small voice. "Chin up. In 6 months, you will have a child." Master smiles again, then leaves us in the dark. 6 months later "AAGGHHHH!!" My screams of pure pain ricochet off the walls of the pregnancy ward. I feel the child in my vagina, it's head is out. I push and push, desperate to get the baby out. I am in agony, and it doesn't help to see Master standing there smiling, enjoying my pain. "It's out!" A nurse yells, and my vagina feels as if it's on fire, but it is no longer full and stretched. "It's a girl!" Another one cries out, and Master's smile becomes gruesome. My stomach sinks. My child, my own blood, is going to be a slave. To be continued...