Message-ID: <20849eli$9903300212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 11/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990328232843.04614.00001752@ng-fr1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 11 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") wher ethis wil go: she gets to Habib, begs him for more of the drug. He accommodates her in return for favors. Soon, She begins paying for it. Len gets upset that she's spending money. Oscar gets upset that she's doing drugs. At oscar's insistence, they take her to a leather store and have her fitted with a harness and plugs that keep her from giving sex to habib. There is also an ingenious spring device that fits in her mouth. She can open or close it, but it prevents anything from entering her mouth any deepr than the teeth. Barely interferes with her speech, but it hurts a little. So, she can't give head either. Unless they allow her to. The device is very uncomfortable and she promises not to do it, just to get it out of her mouth. ch 7: 12 weeks at the gym habib rick and jim from gym do clothespins ch 9 : 3500 dollars, and habib is starting to charge 300 for the drug habib's friend sells cock rings, wants to use her as a testing ground so by now, probably 14-16 weeks... ch 9: one of oscar's friends warning len about possible trouble ---- Sue lay awake in her bed as the neon flashed outside. It had been two days since Oscar and Len had confronted her about Habib. They'd called him and told him that his privilege had been revoked and she was no longer available to him. Oscar said "I'm sure I can trust you to pass that information on to your partner." She knew that she would not be tasting that special herb again. She rolled from her side to her back, stared at the light flashing against the dirty ceiling. Was she hooked? Was she going to go through withdrawl? Or was it non-addictive as Habib had guaranteed? She knew she missed it, she knew she was starting to get restless. But was it physical or just psychological dependence? How long could she go without it before she knew for certain. Oscar had given her a stern talk about substance abuse. She was carrying his baby and he would not allow her to eat anything that might affect its health. Len had complained about the money. He reminded her how desparate they were and that she could not afford three hundred dollars three times a week just to get her kicks. They were right, of course. She realized she had been getting carried away. But it was her only vice and it was so powerful. No one had visited her at all that first day. And yesterday was another day Oscar allowed them to whore on their own. She'd made $1,300 for a series of fucks with some of her regulars and a group of six businessmen who came from somewhere in Europe, based on their having spoken only French all night. Len had told her he was having second thoughts about how much money they needed to get free. He'd made a few more inquiries and was getting more and more certain he would not find work in his own profession. He started a night class as a paralegal to see if he might be able to pick up work in that field. At least there, no one knew him. Word of his perverted lifestyle had gone around his own field and those doors were closed. She turned and watched him sleeping. They'd come a long way with this game. It had cost them a lot but she still loved to see the light in his eyes as she came to him at the end of the day, used and abused, but hot as hell. His cock would swell and he'd get a gleam in his eye like a kid in a candy store. She didn't want to trade that for anything. ----- Oscar knocked at the metal door. They were in an alley, he'd had to push aside a pile of waste to clear a path to the door. Len and Sue were still inside the car. Oscar had told them to wait there until the door was opened. There was a yellow light in a wire cage overhead. It turned on, throwing a sick looking glow on Oscar and the piles of trash around him. The metal door creaked open. "Sandra. I had some work I need you to do," Oscar said. The light went out and the door swung open inwards. Oscar motioned for Len and Sue to follow him into the building. The three of them followed a woman through two narrow hallways, finally stepping into a room about twelve feet square. The smell of leather was overpowering. There were large, flat pieces of leather hanging from a hook on the wall, straps of various widths hanging here and there on the others. There was a work table with a dozen or so tools hanging from a pegboard behind. Shoved underneath was a heavy-duty sewing machine. There were also two open boxes containing a variety of buckles, snaps, and other pieces of oddly shaped metal. "So what do you need and how much is it worth to you?" "You're very direct, aren't you?" Oscar challenged her. "I have to be. I don't have time to waste. What do you need?" "All right fine. I don't have time to waste with chit chat either. I want you to fit a harness for her and a mouthpiece. She's..." "Let me guess. This is a disobedient whore who's been making money on the side." Oscar smiled. "You know me too well. I want her inaccessible, ass, cunt and mouth. Two keys and two keys only. You can make this one small, just a belt and straps. Her breasts are all right as they are. "And I want you to fashion another of those mouthpieces you made for me once before. Habib is the one I'm most concerned about and he tends to enjoy being sucked. I want you to make another of those devices you made that sits inside and can't be seen." The woman he'd called Sandra was already rummaging through one of the boxes. She took out several pieces of metal and laid them out on the table. Sue watched her move, then recognized her. She was the woman who had been dressed in the leather outfit so many weeks back, the woman who had spit on her while she was singing at Oscar's club. The women who had threatened to whip her. Sue turned to Len with a look of fear in her eyes. "He isn't going to beat me?" she asked him in a whisper. Len reassured her that he had no such plan. Sandra held several of the pieces of metal in her hand and stepped in front of Sue. She reached up and pushed her mouth open without saying a word. She stuck one of the pieces of metal into Sue's mouth, turned it sideways, pushed it forward and back. Sue tasted the oil on one of the ends, felt it scaping against her tongue. She tried to pull away, felt Oscar's strong hands on her shoulders. "Stand still. It will be easier for all of us," was all he said. Sandra stared directly into her eyes, her face expressionless. She pushed her finger into Sue's mouth, pushed her chin up. Sue closed her lips around the finger. Sandra moved her finger back and forth slowly. Sue automatically tightened the grip her lips had. She assumed the woman was a lesbian who wanted to toy with her. She moved her tongue lightly over the surface of the woman's finger. Sandra pulled her finger out, pushed it back in slowly. Sue closer her eyes and started breathing deeply. She sucked on Sandra's finger, then wrapped her tongue around it again. "Fucking whore is what she is!" Sandra shouted to Oscar, pulling her finger away and slapping Sue's face several times. "And she thinks I'm one of her white dyke friends!" A tear came to Sue's eye as she realized how easily she'd been duped. She turned to Len, who put his arms around her. "Hey, Oscar, cut the shit, OK?" he said. Oscar waved to Sandra, who walked back to the wooden bench. "So, whatcha want? A strap at least, you want plugs, ass plugged up? Cunt plugged up? You want it to scrape when she walks? Metal rings?" She fingered some of the leather straps on the wall, removed one that was about an inch-and-a-half wide. She walked toward Sue, put the strap between her thighs, then pulled up hard. Sue felt the scratching of the edges against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just where the leg and body met. Sandra pulled upward, nearly lifting Sue off her feet. "I can fashion this so it holds her open. I can make it keep her little asshole open half an inch, an inch, two, three. Or her cunt. Or do you want me to make sure they don't open up at all? She can be clamped. What would you like?" Her face was inches from Sue's as she asked Oscar. "Don't be so dramatic," Oscar said. Sandra released some of the tension on the strap. "I just want her protected. And no, I don't want any chafing. Cover the edges, make it feel nice for her. In fact, the nicer the better. I assume that will keep her wetter. She isn't one for pain, she's one for fucking." "Too bad," Sandra said as she pulled the strap away. "OK, missie. Get naked." Sue looked at Oscar, who nodded. She dropped the few clothes she'd worn and stood naked in the middle of the room. Sandra stepped close. "Raise your left arm." Sue did. Sandra tied a thin leather strap around the wrist, secure the loose ends to an O bold in the ceiling. She did the same with her other wrist. "Just because I want to," Sandra laughed. She went back and forth from the bench to Sue, taking measurements, probing between Sue's legs with her fingers and a variety of instruments. Sue wondered how much of this was necessary, she seemed to measure everything three, four times. And Oscar and she kept exchanging glances. Sandra left the tools on the bench and stepped close to Sue again. She ran her fingers down her neck, over her breasts, stopping to gently tug at the nipples. She felt them stiffen and let her body relax in anticipation. She didn't know what was going to happen, but it was always safer to go along. Sandra scracthed her fingernails lightly over Sue's belly, then went behind her and started lightly stroking her ass. She felt her knees move apart automatically, anticipating touch. Sandra didn't stop. She pushed her thumb into Sue's damp cunt. Sue moaned. "I know you don't enjoy this, Sandra," Oscar said. "If you want, you can let one of the others do it." Sue stiffened, eyes flashed onto Oscar. Oscar looked toward one of the walls, the one with a full length mirror. The mirror moved toward her, it was attached to a door. As the door swung open, Sue saw that it was a one-way mirror and that the door opened into another room. Inside were four women, all dressed in tight leather outfits with buckles all over them. Sue realized that they'd been watching the entire time. She didn't know how to react. This wasn't something Oscar had ever hinted at, nor had Len. What did she expect them to do? One of the women knelt down in front of Sue and began to lick her cunt. Sue responded immediately, pushing her hips forward and pressing into the woman's mouth. The tongue didn't slow down, but worked her clitoris up and down in quick, short strokes. Sue felt something at the opening of her cunt, realized one of the other women was behind her. She showed her left hand, wearing a leather glove smeared with lubricant. Her right hand must be between Sue's legs, she felt fingers sliding inside of her. Then, the left hand vanished and she felt something at her asshole. Soon, there were fingers inside both of her openings. She couldn't tell how many or how deep, she was only focused on the overall feeling. It was sweeping over her and she was getting closer quickly. She started screaming, panting, and crying out for more. She felt something huge push through one of her openings, she thought it was her cunt but couldn't tell. Then, something large slid through her spinchter and she knew that the woman's small, thin hands had probably slid all the way inside of her. But, the tongue was working so fast at her clit, she couldn't think of anything else. She went over the edge to orgasm quickly, screaming, thrashing around, pulling on the straps with all her might, crying out for more. The women brought her back down slowly, gently, lovingly. One hand was removed from her body and only a few fingers reinserted. Then the other was removed. The licking slowed, became more gently. She closed her eyes and swam on the waves of the feelings. Then, they stopped completely and withdrew. She watched as they silently left the room. "There, finished!" Sandra announced. She showed Oscar the chastity belt she had fashioned. Oscar nodded his approval. "Put it on her." Sandra nodded and went to Sue. She pulled the strap up taut between her legs. Sue felt something small slide into her asshole. It was only about two inches long and half an inch around, like a small piece of a pencil. Another one entered her cunt. Then the strap was pulled tight and a wider belt wrapped around her waist. When the buckles were done, Sandra handed one key to Oscar and another to Len. "Not quite," Oscar said. He reached for Len's key. "Not that I don't trust you, but temptation is strong and I know that you're only human. I just want to make certain we don't violate any agreements." Len handed the key over. "And when I want to fuck her?" Oscar nodded. "No problem. Just send her to me and I'll open her up." Len nodded. "Now, for the coupe de grace!" Sandra held something in her hand that looked like a castanet. She pushed Sue's mouth open, pushed the device between her lips and spend a few minutes adjusting it inside her mouth. Sue felt tension against her back teeth, then against the roof of her mouth. Sandra worked on the device a few more minutes. Sue couldn't swallow while she did it. She felt her mouth getting dry, saliva pooling at the back of her throat. "Go ahead, swallow," Sandra said when she'd removed her fingers. Sue did. She felt the strange contraption inside her mouth. It seemed to be attached to her molars, some kind of springing device that allowed her to open and close her mouth, but kept her tongue pressed behind it. "OK, now see if you can say something," Oscar said. "What do you been?" she asked, unable to get out the "m". She felt the pressure against her tongue. Oscar and Sandra smiled. "Is that something you can adjust?" Oscar asked her. Sandra pushed Sue's mouth open and moved some of the pieces of metal around. "Say something." "OK, I'll thay thumpting," she said, unable again to articulate clearly. "What the hell is that?" Len asked. "Oh, it doesn't hurt, does it Sue?" Oscar asked, turning to her. She shook her head. "All it does is set up a barrier to make certain she doesn't have a cock in her mouth without us knowing about it." She tried to reach her mouth to test this out, but her wrists were still secured overhead. Len stepped forward and put his finger into her mouth. Oscar was right, he could go no further than just behind her teeth. There was some kind of spring-loaded piece of metal that put up a barrier whenever she opened her mouth. "Amazing," he said. "And it doesn't hurt?" "Well, it duddn't feel good!" she said. After a pause she said, "but no, it duddn't hurt." "She'll have to learn how to speak with it in, others have," Sandra said to Oscar. "True enough," Oscar agreed. "And what prevents her from taking it out?" asked Len. "Actually, there's several possibilities there. First, we can simply make certain her hands are restraines somehow so they can go no further up than about her shoulders. I've had to do that to others," Sandra said, obviously enjoying the chance to explain her craft. "Or, I can modify the molar clamps so they lock. Then, only one of you could remove it." "I don't much care for either option," said Len. "No, men usually don't," Sandra snapped. "The most popular method is simply to trust her. Not completely, of course. There is a small bottle of dye attached to one of the lower molar clamps. Like the dye the use to prevent clothes from being stolen. If it's removed without this..." she produced an odd looking tool, "the dye pack explodes. You'll know if she removed it." Oscar held out his hand and took the tool. He put it in his pocket with the others. "Sandra, it's so nice I can always count on you. Now, Len will pay you." Len glared at him. "Hey, that isn't fair!" "Life isn't fair. You obviously can't control your woman, this is obviously your problem," Oscar said very calmly. "I didn't bring any money," Len complained. Oscar reached behind him onto one of Sandra's shelves. He produced Len's cash box, the one he always left behind the bar at Oscar's place. "Here we go." Len opened the box and took out a handful of bills. "Four hundred dollars," Sandra announced. Len counted out the amount in fifty dollar bills. "Don't get dressed," Oscar told her. "Just go out to the car like that. I have somewhere I need to drop you off tonight. Len, you take her clothes home with you." Len picked up the clothes as Sandra untied his wife. Oscar led both of them back to the car and they drove away as the yellow light glowed above Sandra's back door. ----- SLAVE TRADE - end of part 11 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----