Message-ID: <20850eli$9903300213@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 12/13 (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: <19990328233236.04614.00001755@ng-fr1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 12 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.") ---- The men drove her home shortly after midnight. They left the chastity belt off during the drive, continued to fingerfuck and play with her all the way back to Oscar's. When the car pulled up in front of the bar, one of the men got out to see who was inside. There were about a half-dozen customers and Oscar was nowhere to be found. He asked the bartender if Oscar was in, told him they were returning Sue. The bartender said no but pointed the man toward Len. "We have Oscar's whore in the car. She's still naked and hasn't got that leather thing on her. What do you want us to do?" Len stood up and followed the man out of the bar. He looked into the back seat of the car. Sue was there with her head buried in one man's lap giving him a blow job. He smiled and opened the front door. "Drive around the block a few times, let's let them finish." The driver drove slowly around the corner, and down the cross-street. Len listened to the sounds her mouth was making on the man's cock, intermittently he'd let out a moan. "Here it comes baby, drink it all down, bitch, drink it all down..." Len turned his head and saw the man arching in his seat, delivering his load into his wife's mouth. "Ahhh... fuckin' ay yes..." She sat up and wiped her lips with her fingertips. Len told the driver to pull around the back of the building. When the car was stopped just outside the back door, Len got out and then told Sue to get out. He took the belt, the keys, and the mouthpiece from one of the passengers and waved goodbye to them. He didn't take her inside, but made her stand naked there outside in the alley. "Here we go, dear. Lift up your left foot." She steadied herself on his shoulder and raised her foot. He guided her through the opening, then guided her right foot. He pulled the device up between her legs, carefully guided in the two small plugs, then wrapped the wider belt around her waist. He brought the straps together and slid the padlock into place. Then, he squeezed the mouthpiece and slipped it between her teeth. She accepted it without any hesitation. "Now, let's get you upstairs. Oscar said that's it for the night, and I'm tired." She walked naked through the back hallway, along the back wall of the bar, and up the stairs. Many of the heads turned and followed her. This was unusual even for a whore-house and especially unusual with such a good-looking woman. Len didn't acknowledge any of them, just led her up the stairs and to their room. Oscar hadn't given him either the key or the tools, which was fine because he was tired. He helped her into bed and then slid into it himself. He was asleep in minutes. Sue tossed and turned. Oscar's four friends had given her a workout but she was not satisfied. She felt somehting lacking and knew what it was. The herb. The drug. It had been five days and she was getting to crave it. It wasn't physical, she was sure. She wasn't addicted. But she wanted it and wanted it badly. Steady breathing on the other side of the bed indicated that Len was asleep. She was glad for that. Most nights, he fell asleep quickly and slept sound. She slid her legs off the side of the bed and got up. She pulled on a knee-length clingy cotton nightshirt. There was a telephone at the end of the hall. She slid two quarters into it and dialed Habib's number. "I need to see you," she said in a desparate voice. "Have you spoken with Oscar about this?" Habib answered. "Fuck Oscar. You know what I want. And I want it now. Come down her and bring your friend. Four-thirty as always." She had no idea how she would deal with them when they arrived, but she knew she'd think of something. She went downstairs, knew she couldn't sleep. There were only a handful of men still there and they were all slouched over their drinks. None even looked her way. The bartender recognized her and smiled. She walked over and sat down at the bar. "Just can't thleep," she said. She as still having trouble adjusting to talking around the mouthpiece. "Sure. You want coffee or something to drink?" he asked with a smile. "Just soda." He reached under the bar and picked out a clean glass. "I hear Oscar's having a little trouble." She shook her head. He couldn't know about her and Habib. "I don't know what you mean." "With the purchase. There might be some trouble, you know." He put the glass on a napkin in front of her. Sue stared at him. He was talking about something else and she wondered what. "What do you mean? What kind of trouble?" He realized he'd slipped and tried to formulate a story around the purchase of another bar. She seemed to buy his story because she didn't ask anything else. He polished the bartop a bit, walked down to the far end and talked with a couple of men sitting there. She sipped her drink, watched the clock creeping toward 1 a.m. Three and a half more hours. She had to figure something out to kill the time. All of the other women had gone to bed. The small crowd seemed more interested in their drinks than them and they'd given up the chase. She looked around. Two of them were regulars, in their 60's and never interested. Another was a tall, strong-looking man in a business suit. He had a stack of papers on the table in front of him, spread out in disarray. She imagined that he'd either been fired or had a major presentation he was dreading. The two others were black men sitting at the end of the bar. Both were dressed in jeans and ts-shirts and both wore caps of yellow, green and black fabric. She'd seen them on many of the younger men and always wanted to ask what it meant. But she never did. Something always stopped her. It was 1:10 now. Time was creeping by painfully slow. She looked at the man with the papers again. Maybe she could entice him into something. If she could get him interested, she might be able to get him to work his fingers into her cunt and play with her. That would get her off and she'd feel less stressed out and distracted. She was certain she could use her lips and hands and get him off, she'd just have to explain to him that he couldn't fuck her. The idea became more appealing to her as time crept on. She could get the head of his cock into her mouth by puckering her lips and forcing them forward. Maybe she could take his cock along the side of her teeth instead of straight in. Let him fuck the inside of one of her cheeks. With her fingers playing with the shaft or his balls, maybe he'd get enough of the feeling to cum. Then, he'd help her get off. It was worth a try. And, if it worked, she could offer the same to Habib in payment. She took another drink from the cold glass then stood up. "Excuse me, miss." The voice startled her. She spun around and saw that one of the men had come down from the end of the bar. "Yes?" she asked, noticing it was getting easier to speak. "You've been here for quite a while now. How long have you been living this kind of life?" She looked at him, then turned to look at the man at the table. He was still fumbling with a pen, jotting notes, then shaking his head and crumpling pieces of paper. "What kind of life?" she asked. "Making money this way. With your precious body." The man at the table started picking up the pieces of paper he'd balled up and putting them in a stack. "What the hell?" she asked him. The man picked up half of the stack of papers and straightened the edges. "Your body. Living like this," the man repeated. "I'm sorry, I just can't talk to you right now," she said and walked away. She pulled out the chair opposite the table from the man. He stopped with a handful of papers in his hands. "Hi. I couldn't help noticing you look a little down." He shook his head, threw the papers into his briefcase. "Life's shit. And, no, I'm not interested. I need my money for shit like food and clothes, you know?" She smiled. "You're a no-bullshit guy aren't you. Listen, why don't we play ‘Let's Make a Deal'?" He gathered up the rest of his papers and put them with the others. "What do you have in mind?" "I'll bet I can get you off without taking off my clothes. If I win, you lick me until I cum." "And if you can't?" "That isn't really an option. You know I can, don't you?" she teased. He smiled. "I guess I know you can. Where do we go to do this? I'm not spending a dime, dear." "No need. Come on," she invited. He closed the top of his case, clicked the locks, and stood up. She led him up the stairs to one of the vacant rooms. When he was inside, she turned around and locked the door. "Why the lock, what the hell is this?" he said, slightly panicked. "Relax. I just want to make sure we have some privacy." She walked toward him, reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them while she pulled the shirt off of his shoulders. "There we go. Are you a little more comfortable?" He nodded. She led him to the bed. He laid down and put his hands behind his head. She caressed his balls in her left hand, leaned down and started rubbing the head of his cock against her cheek. His hand roamed along her calf, up her leg to the thigh, then up to her ass. She parted her lips and took just the tip of his cock between them. She nibbled lightly on it. His hands encountered the leather strap between her cheeks. His fingeres traced it all the way up to the belt at her waist. "What's this?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Chastity belt. That's what makes me so creative," she bluffed, hoping he would let her continue. "I guess you have to be, then, don't you?" he whispered. She slid the head of his cock along her front teeth, then let it push between her teeth and her left cheek. It was very awkward but he didn't flinch. She tried to drool saliva onto her left hand, wanted to lubricate it so he'd get the full feeling, as if he were inside of her. She didn't produce much, but cupped her hand around his shaft anyway. She felt his precum helping get her hand wet. "That's nice, sweet. What are you doing?" he asked, not caring about the answer. His hand was gliding up and down along the edge of the leather. She felt it and it was making her hot. "Can you work a finger inside there?" she asked. He pushed the strap aside as far as he could, felt the stiff plug that was already in her. "Oh, this is kinky, isn't it?" he asked. She continued to hold the pressure of her hand steady, letting the head of his cock glide in and out between her lips, her hand trying to simulate the inside walls of her cunt. She reached down with her other hand and caressed his balls. She pressed them as flat as she could against her palm, letting the heat of her hand warm him. She heard him moan, it was working. They hadn't taken everything away after all. She felt his fingers find a spot and slide inside of her. She worked her hips around so she was rubbing the leather against her clit. Both of them were building up fast. "Oh fuck yes!" she heard him whispsering. It was getting quicker and quicker, she knew he wouldn't last long. She panicked for a second as she realized that the mouthpiece would be soaked with cum. Would Len check it in the morning? Or worse - Oscar? Then, she was cumming, feeling the pressure of the belt against her waist, ass, and cuntlips. He started to cum too, in short spurts onto her teeth. She lost control for a second and some of it shot into her eye, some inside her let nostril. Then, she put her mouth over the head again and sucked him until he stopped twitching. "Oh that was just too fucking great," he said as she slowed down and rubbed the head of his cock against her cheek again. "Just great." He pulled his fingers away from her and licked them. He spit. "What the hell's that!" She smiled. He couldn't have known about the men earlier. She didn't say anything and he didn't ask. Feeling that he'd embarassed her, he didn't pursue the subject. ----- She walked circles around the bar, channel surfed the television for an hour, then walked some more circles. Time was creeping but it was moving. It was four-twenty. Ten more minutes and she'd have the herb. She straightened the chairs again, wiped down the bar again. At four-thirty, Habib and his friend stepped through the front door. She walked to them slowly, trying to look calm. Habib smiled and held out his hand. "I've delivered for you," he said. "But first, what do you have for me?" Before she could object, he reached for her and pulled the nightshirt up over her breasts. "Oh, this is no good. How in the world are we going to be able to do anything with you like that?" "You don't understand. OK, here's the deal. I can do other things for you. Wonderful things. I have my hands, my lips, I can put you between my titties, look, look here," she bargained, reaching up and pressing her breasts together. "Right there, between them. And you'll cum into my mouth..." "You know what we like, don't you?" the insisted. "And you can't offer it, can you?" She tugged at the belt, pulled at the strap. "No, look, we can work something out! Here, I can hold this off to the side, like this. Look, you can get into me like that!" She pulled but the plugs wouldn't slide out, there was not that much play in the strap. Habib stepped closer. "I can't get into you like that. And my partner here certainly can't. Especially not with the new device he's brought." "We can come up with something, oh please Habib, it's been so long." She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hand reaching for his zipper. As she fumbled with it, she said "or maybe money? Maybe a little more money? It's been a good week..." He pushed her hands away and stepped back. "Don't convince me, convince him." He indicated his friend, who was standing with a small paper bag in his hand. She went to him, started kissing him . She whispered, "you can fuck my ass some other time. Tonight, why don't you let me show you what else I can do? I can be very inventive. I can take you places you've never gone..." She raised her knee, rubbed it against his leg. "Where the fuck's your tongue?" he yelled. She stepped back. "I can't do that either. But, I can do other things, you'll see.." "Fuck you! No pussy, no asshole, no tongue, what the hell kinda freak show is this?" She tugged fiercely at the lock, at the leather strap, trying to either pull it aside or break something. It was no good. Sandra knew her craft and had left no possibilities for error. She pushed at the mouthpiece with her tongue but stopped, remembering the dye. Sue fell to her knees in front of the shorter man. "Okay, look. I cup my hands like this, you slide your cock between them, and right into my mouth. I can stretch my lips with my fingeres, you'll have a nice little hole to slide into..." The lights in the room came on. Len appeared at the top of the stairs and she saw that Oscar was sitting in one of the booths. They had both watched the entire exchange. She panicked, knew she was trapped. She shot a look at Habib. "You phoned him, didn't you?" He didn't answer. She leaped up and tried to grab him. He caught her wrists and stepped aside just as she tried to kick him. He forced her into a chair. "Don't play games with me, you whore." She looked around the room. Everyone was watching. She relaxed and he let go of her. Oscar rose and walked toward her. "So, Sue. You have chosen to try and defy my instructions? Even after I have gone through all the trouble of fitting you with this belt?" He stopped when he was beside her, reached down and stroked her hair. "This is how you repay my trying to keep you from abusing your body?" She closed her eyes, felt his hands on her head. "You are very ungrateful. But, I have inquired with Habib as to the nature of this drug. It turns out that it is NOT addictive. And it is not dangerous. I was going to tell you that tomorrow. I was going to allow you to use it occasionally. However, you violated my orders and tried to obtain it yourself. This is a very serious offense." Her head was swimming. The drug was not addictive. It was her own desire for something new that had caused the craving . She had addicted herself. Oscar was going to let her use it. And now, all that was lost. She started to cry. "There is a price to pay for everything, dear," Oscar reassured her. "And you have just learned part of the price of disobedience. You will learn the rest of the price upstairs." Oscar reached out his hand and she took it. She stood up and followed him up the stairs. He led her to a room she hadn't been in before. All four walls were black and it was dark except for a dim red bulb in a table near the corner. She couldn't tell what kind of material the walls were because of the darkness. In the center of the room was a large bed. It took up most of the space, leaving only a foot or so on either side. Habib stepped forward. "This will be your new home. It is something we have in my country for disobedient wives. Oscar has had to use it only once before, but it seems like an appropriate place for you." She looked at Len with panic in her eyes. Len turned to Oscar. "What are you planning to do?" Oscar leaner forward slightly toward Len. "She will be monitored at all times from now on. Every waking moment. We cannot trust her. She has tried to do something both of us forbid, isn't that true?" After a few seconds, Len nodded his head. "Therefore, from now on, she will be in one of four places. With you, awake. With me, awake. Being used by someone we both know and trust, or in here." Habib walked her to the bed. He pulled the nightshirt over her head, threw it into the hallway outside. Then, he attached an iron shackle around each of her ankles. There was a cold, metallic click as he locked each of them into place with a key. "There you go. Nothing barbaric. You have your hands free, and there is plenty of chain. You can sleep in any position. You simply cannot leave the room. And, with the harness in place, you cannot service anyone even if they were to know about this room, enter it, and find you." He handed the key to Oscar. "And there is more. In order to be just that much more certain..." he reached into her mouth with the special tool and removed the spring device. "...we have a little something else from Sandra." >From somewhere underneath the bed, he removed a hood. He pulled it over her head. It strapped underneath her chin and covered her mouth and nose. Her eyes and forehead were exposed. Two straps went over the top of her head and connected behind. "This will prevent you from doing anything creative like you tried earlier. We saw it all. You were very good, very inventive. But, you know that it is forbidden." Oscar sat down on the bed beside her. "You see, your hands remain free. You may play with yourself if you like. You may roll over on your back or stomach or sleep on your side, whatever is most comfortable." As he talked, he ran his hands over her body slowly. He knew where to touch her to get her worked up and he was doing his best. She felt the heat rising. Habib knelt on the bed as well. He leaned forward and sucked on one of her nipples. She panted underneath the mask, her breath hot and moist against her own face. Len slid his hand between her legs, pressing against the leather with his thumb, just above her clitoris. She felt the pleasure sweeping her away again. Habib pushed one of the tablets into her mouth. "Oh yes, yes, thank you thank you!" she cried. The herb took effect immediately. She felt herself a river flowing somewhere, boiling and churning, racing, felt pulsations all over her body, feelings rising and falling. Len reached down and unlocked the belt. He pulled the straps off of her and threw it on the floor. He climbed between her legs and started fucking her. She tried to raise her knees but couldn't because of the chains. He listened with excitement to the clatter of the chains as she struggled to open herself wider. The four of them fucked her until just after seven o'clock. Then, they replaced the belt, left the room and locked the door. From outside, Oscar turned off the red light and she fell asleep in complete blackness. ----- SLAVE TRADE - end of part 12 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----