Stephanie screamed as the man named Sam, stepped back and smiled. The ball gag in her mouth, not muffling the sound. Steph was tied to the bed, tightly, her wrists tied to the headboard of the bed, her ankles were tied to the outside of the headboard, baring her cute ass. Sam was undressing as his mouth practically watered looking at her tied down, waiting for him to violate her.
“Has that bastard husband of yours ever taken that cute ass?” Stephanie shook her head, trying to plead and beg, but her gag muffled her pleading. Several cameras around the cabin captured Sam mounting the bed between her tied back legs. He slammed hard into Stephanie’s ass, her begging and pleading, abruptly transformed into screaming. Sam only had his head inside his new slave. He forced forward as Stephanie cried and begged. At his third thrust, his balls slapping her ass, made her cry out as he laughed at her misery. He began a brutal hard thrust, not only uncaring by Stephanie’s cries, but encouraged and excited by them. He reached around her legs and grabbed her breasts mauling, squeezing, and molesting them, drawing more cries from his gagged captive.
“That’s right whore, moan for me. All your adoring fans want to hear it too,” Sam chuckled as his thrusts into Stephanie became more violent, more primal. Stephanie moaned as Sam was the biggest cock she’d ever had, bigger than the other man in the basement, bigger than her husband and she was, until moment’s ago, an anal virgin. The pain of his molestation of her breasts, paled in comparison to having her virgin anus being stretched. For his part, he felt waves of pleasure as Stephanie’s ass muscles clenched around his cock in a vain attempt to expel him.
“NOOOO, PLZZZZZZ,” Stephanie cried out from behind the red rubber ball between her lips. Sam’s molestation of her breasts increased and despite the pain Sam was causing her, she became highly aroused as her traitorous body betrayed her.
“Looks like the whore is gettin’ excited. You must love taking it up the ass, don’cha?” Stephanie shook her head but both men just laughed.
“Her head says no but her leaking pussy says yes,” the first man said. Stephanie had forgotten he was there. Sam stopped molesting her left breast for a moment to swat Steph’s left ass cheek, hard causing another moan in pain from their gagged captive. At that, Sam could contain himself no longer and erupted, what felt like gallons of baby batter into Stephanie. As she felt the eruption into her ass, she wailed, strangely glad it was finally over. Even if the other man raped her, she already knew he wasn’t as big and after Sam, she could endure him.
The other man circled to the far side and opened a small metal container and fiddled with something, his body blocking Stephanie’s view of what he was doing. When he turned, he slid his hands behind his back. The camera behind him had a clear view of what it was, but Stephanie still couldn’t see it. He gave Stephanie a coy, mischievous smile as he crawled on the bed and, with his free hand, swatted her ass hard.
“Look what I got here sweetie,” he said withdrawing his hand from behind his back with a chuckle. Despite herself, Stephanie lifted her ball gagged face to see what he was holding. Though the light was low and somewhat dim, she could see he was holding a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, but not in a loving or passionate manner. Stephanie felt a prick in the side of her neck and darkness fell over her eyes.
Stephanie’s eyes opened and she moaned. She was still on board but as the boat had been moving thus far, since she was taken on board. But now, she could feel the boat was stationary. She was ungagged and tied to a chair. A vibrator was fastened against her clit.
“Ahhhhh, Sleeping beauty is awake.” The other man said. Sam chuckled.
“It’s about time,” then turning to Stephanie, “you’ve been out for hours. We’re in international waters now.” The other man piped up.
“And here is where we part company.” Stephanie wanted to ask, but the drug kept her mind muddled. After a few minutes, she thought she heard the engine of a motorboat. A few minutes later, she was sure she heard it. She knew that, if they were in international waters, then a motorboat could not be out here on it’s own. Sam looked up.
“Well, bitch, that sounds like your new owner is here,” He said as he headed towards the door.
“What?” She shrieked. The other man leaned over and slapped her face.
“Shut up whore,” he growled, “Or the gag goes back in.”
Stephanie could hear a brief conversation, though she couldn’t make out the words. The hatch opened and the man entered the cabin, followed by a second man. Stephanie suddenly felt very small in a small cabin, tied to a chair under the hungry gaze of three men, two of whom had raped her, and the third who likely soon would.
“Here you are Mr. Johnson, as promised. I’m sure she’ll be worth every cent.” Stephanie was near hysterics. She’d been told she was being sold, but now she was being spoken of, about as a piece of meat, an item, an object, right in front of her. The man laughed a mirthless laugh.
“She isn’t for me, I merely work for the man who was contracted to transport her to the man she belongs to.” Stephanie was outraged to actually hear her being talked about, but her fear and shame kept her quiet, shaking in abject terror.
“Well, then sir, we hope your employer’s employer’ll get some excellent use from ‘er,” Sam said with a chuckle.
“I’m sure he will,” Mr. Johnson said, not taking his eyes off of Steph. Now turning towards her fully, he smiled a dark smile.
“You’re coming with me, little whore.” He untied Stephanie from the chair and quickly, expertly secured Steph’s wrists with zipties. The ball gag was shoved back in her mouth. He grabbed her around the upper arm and force marched her to the stairs out the hatch and into the cool night air.
“My employer paid good money for you. If you escape, he’ll go get your bastard and kids and sell them overseas to get his money back. If you don’t want that to happen, you’ll fucking behave.” Stephanie nodded, submissively. She allowed him to work her down into the motor boat. A second man was in the boat and Stephanie was sickened by his leer. She was forced to lay face down in the boat as the two men and their precious cargo headed out across the open ocean for a few minutes until they came to a large yacht. One of the men stood over a prone Stephanie and slid a hood over her head. The conservative church going woman had never even heard of a bondage hood but she was quickly learning. She was again, force marched onto the ship. In the hood, Stephanie was completely disoriented. She was forced to stop as the two men and a third voice engaged in conversation in a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. She was forced into a small container, a crate. She could feel all the walls of the crate, but she could still draw breath.
Stephanie had fallen asleep despite her fear and was jostled awake as the crate was removed from the yacht carried across solid ground and loaded onto something else. As the crate rocketed into the sky, Stephanie realized it was a plane. The plane ride was very long and it seemed even longer for the woman in the darkness. A few times she dozed off and woke up and they were still flying. Whether she had been slumbering for a few seconds or a several hours, she didn’t know. Finally the plane landed and she was moved again to a large car by the feel. The drive was another long one. At last, the car stopped and she heard a voice.
“We’re here.” The crate was again, moved and Stephanie sensed they were in a house. She was allowed out of the crate and she felt a heavy chain cuff enclose her ankle.
“Welcome to your new home, slut.”
Epilogue:
Stephanie had lost track of how long she had been a slave. The chain that attached her to the bed was welded to it. Her owner, her Master would dictate when she was unlocked and allowed to use the ensuite facilities. She showered only when he did either giving him a blowjob or rimjob while he washed then washing her after. Her main job was to wake her Master every morning with a sensual blowjob. As she crawled up onto his bed and settled between his legs, her eyes would wander to the houe across the street where her husband was getting the kids ready for school.
