East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 30 – Extremely Poor Manners (or Road to a New Life)

Anna Sawyer was miserable. She could barely breathe in her contorted position and had just spent several hours contemplating her present predicament. After her kidnapper had finished robbing her home, he had pulled her roughly out of his SUV and onto her rough garage floor. Weeping silently, to keep the evil control collar around her neck from punishing her, she was unable to resist as she was manhandled with practiced ease. She remembered her humiliation when he yanked her sole piece of clothing off, a large man's shirt, and then cold and fully naked, found herself tied bent over, wrists securely cuffed to ankles, elbows cuffed to knees. Her back and knees began to ache as soon as he wrapped a wide nylon strap around her knees, forcing her to remain in a bound, pike position.

"Oh God!" she moaned silently. "What have we stumbled into," she wondered. Her major concern was that she and her sister Becky were probably helpless prisoners of a demented madman. Anna's mental condition would have been much more fragile had she known that their kidnapper had already brutally ass fucked and then afterwards, callously beaten her sister in order to leave bloody evidence that the women had met a violent fate.

"Ugggh," she unconsciously grunted and then spasmed in pain as the unrelenting training collar reacted by dumping a high-impedance jolt of electricity into her neck. "Fuck," she whined to herself, "what I wouldn't do for some nice relaxing breaths of air and release from this bondage. I think I'm going to pass out."

Aaron Clarke, owner of a franchise business started with the assistance of his most trusted friend, diverted his eyes from the dark highway to glance over at his passenger. He grinned at the sight and once again wondered what the newly acquired slave was thinking. He remembered the look of shock and silent horror on Anna Sawyer's face when he had laid her rigid bent over form on top of a three-foot section of foot-wide shelving he had pilfered from a garage storage cabinet. Aaron had laid her legs on the plank such that the end came to just inches below the junction of her legs. The woman had been folded over, head toward her feet, barely already able to breathe. She had then been moved into the SUV such that her head faced down to the floorboard where her wrists and ankles were so strongly cuffed together. The more beautiful part of her anatomy was thus oriented straight up in the air.

Aaron ran his right hand in appreciation across the soft surface of her tightly stretched ass cheeks. Unable to resist the temptation, he knifed his fingers together and slid them, forefinger first, down her ass crack, across her rectum, and into the opening of her pussy. With a reluctant sigh, Aaron turned his head back to concentrate on the road while his fingers pushed with unrelenting pressure deep into her tight, dry cunt. He continued to drive the SUV easily with his left hand as the movement of his four fingers in and out of her cunt started to create squelching sounds as her body unwillingly responded by lubricating her pussy. Eventually, the strong fucking of his four fingers bottomed out with the digits fully seated inside the puffy lips surrounding her fuck cavern.

The stretched pussy was worth another glance from the road. First, though, Aaron flicked on the overhead light after confirming that no vehicles were nearby on the now deserted interstate highway. After a moment's appreciation of the sight of the stretched pussy, he watched with a wide grin as the only free digit on the right hand, his thumb, aimed itself at her still virgin, and quite tight, ass grommet. Her hips renewed a minute wriggling as she protested in the only way she could. Her resistance was completely ineffective, the strong thumb easily tore its way past the anal sphincter and the thumb wormed its way as deep into her bowels as it could go. She was now gripped ass and cunt more savagely than the well-known bowling-ball grip; as two extra digits were forced into her aching pussy.

Aaron Clarke (in his Robert Morgan identity) laughed in happiness as he once again monitored the road ahead. "This is no time to become careless driving and draw attention to myself," he thought to himself as he flicked off the overhead light. "But," he continued, "I can still torment the little slut and drive at the same time." An interstate sign indicated that 'South of the Border' was just ahead. He pondered stopping to gas up and stretch his legs. Deciding that a break was in order, he sped up the deep fucking motion of his hand into her cunt and ass. The upthrust ass would be covered up with a handy blanket while he stopped.

Anna cried in despair as the man kept up his relentless fucking of her tender orifices. "Owww, owww," she whined silently herself. "It hurts so much, especially after Joseph fucked my poor cunny so hard this morning. She noticed that increasingly painful heat was building up in her rectum. "Eiiii," she cried, "when will he stop?" Amazingly, despite the irritation of her tender tissues and the humiliation of the situation, she actually felt her aching pussy start to loosen up. She knew it was only a self defense mechanism intended to protect her pussy from harm during rape.

Robert Morgan did indeed notice that as her cunt relaxed, it also became noticeably juicier. Soon, the musky odor of her now slick cunt filled the cabin. Robert pulled his thumb and fingers out, rotated his wrist, and buried his thumb deeply into the loose cunt. He stirred it around, knowing the slippery cunt butter would soon coat his digit, increasing the ease of reinsertion into her ass.

Anna sighed in relief as his thumb slammed its way back into her rectum. The wetness actually soothed some of the burning irritation initially created by the once dry thumb. She felt the thumb pull out of her slightly relieved asshole and stir around in her cunny before it dragged more moisture to her ass. "Ahhh," she thought, "at least it doesn't burn so much." "Ohhh!" she yelped to herself, "the fingers are in my cunny again. Hmmm, better." Then, as she realized what she was feeling and the wet sounds coming from her pussy, the red heat of embarrassment flushed up her face."

Robert pulled his hand out of her sloppy holes and looked at the slimy goo coating it. Even in the gloomy interior of the SUV, her shiny holes and butt cheeks showed her readiness for sex. He swung his right hand down and delivered a blistering splat directly on her sparsely-haired cunt. "Sloppy bitch, did you think I was going to fuck you to rock your world. Piss off! You are my whore now, a piece of fuckmeat, a hot set of holes to suck out my cum. You get off when I say, not before. Get used to following orders."

Something scratchy slid over her ass and she heard the vehicle door open. The man slammed the door shut and the electric locks clicked closed. She furiously tugged at her cuffs and the nylon wraps that held her so rigidly on the board. "Oh, God! I gotta get away. Please, come loose," she begged. With an inaudible whimper, she collapsed, sweat streaming from her hot body. "It's so stuffy here, I'm gonna die." Tears of fear and frustration continued to stream down her face as she lay, bent painfully over, in the suffocating mustiness under the blanket.

'South of the Border' was a garish collection of tourist shops on the North Carolina / South Carolina border. Robert didn't expect to accomplish more than gas up his SUV and stretch his legs before getting back on the southbound side of Interstate 95. "Guess, I was right," he mumbled to himself while he wandered through a shop, looking at colorful, cheap knickknacks chewing on a hotdog. "This is junk. Wonder how the bitches are doing?"

Hundreds of miles later, deep in southern Georgia, Robert heard another wet fart. He looked over at Anna's wet clasping cunt lips. The lips writhed like snakes. "Still burn, whore?" Robert asked. Her grasping cunt opened up under the lips and sucked in more soothing air. Another series of wet farting sounds erupted out of the wet cunt.

Anna was in terrible pain. It felt like live coals were lining her cunt walls. Her internal muscles spasmed again and she felt her cunt clench and unclench in automatic reaction to the unrelenting pain. She farted again as trapped air rushed out past her wet cunt lips. "The pain," she moaned. The collar shocked her again before she could begin the whimpered cry and she involuntarily whimpered again. She couldn't help it; the pain had burned deep into her cunny since the man had shoved a dildo, goopy with some evil liquid, deep into her. It had been hours of pain. She felt she was going mad from the unrelenting waves of fiery heat rippling deep in her guts.

Over the rumbling sounds of engine and tires, she heard her tormentor's hand caress softly across the bottom of her ass. Then, he spoke in a quiet voice, "I'm going to turn off the collar. You will only answer my direct questions or it goes back on, maybe forever. Bark once like a dog if you understand. Having no choice but to obey, she barked, her unused voice making a sound more like a croak than a bark. "Good, cunt!" she heard in response. "If you want relief, bark again, once." This time, her voice responded in a passable imitation of a dog's bark. "Good cunt," said the man while his hand returned to caress her ass cheeks.

"Are you ready to pledge obedience to my every request?" he countered.

Anna hesitated. She hurt terribly and was unsure which answer would lead to relief. She heard a meaty splat and her right ass cheek exploded in pain. She whimpered loudly. "Like a scared puppy," she thought. Before she could answer, he asked again, "If I take away your pain, will you pledge absolute obedience?"

She groaned and barked, once in response. The hand left her ass. The unrelenting burning continued. "Ughhhh," she moaned softly. There was no answering shock from the collar, instead, his hand returned to her ass and she felt him move his fingertips around her hurting outer lips. She gasped as something huge was shoved into her cunt and rolled around. The pain instantly stopped. A long "Ahhhh" of relief escaped her lips. She realized that the dildo had been shoved back into her bowels with something on it that quenched the fires burning inside her. The switch from unending pain to relief was almost sexual, so soothing, so, … so good.

Robert grinned at her sigh of relief and clenched his fist around the base of the slippery rubber dildo. He took a deep breath and began to hammer the fat cock into her, pistonlike. The meaty base of his hand struck hard against her clit and cunt mound, again and again. The neutralized muscle liniment, the soothing cream, and her cunt juices fed the rocking, thumping action of the fake cock to make loud squelching sounds followed by the slap of his hand against her clitoral nerve bundle.

Anna heard herself wheezing and struggling to breathe as the overwhelming force of the fuck took away her breath. "Oh God," it feels so much better than that tormenting pain," she moaned. "Please don't stop, she whispered.

Robert grinned at his success so far in breaking this so proud bitch. He slowed the dildo to a slow, even fucking motion and twisted his wrist on each in stroke, to better stimulate her clit with his wrist. "I'll stop with the good feelings and the torture begins anew unless you tell me that you are a lying, cheating, whore," Robert said, punctuating his words with the measured strokes of the rubber into her cunt.

"Eiiii, … I, … ohhh, … I'm a whore, … a lying, cheating, whore."

"Yes whore, that's right. Now, tell me you are my little whore, my little fuckmeat."

She had already accepted defeat. Her statement, "I'm your little whore, your little fuckmeat," almost sounded exultant as she followed his instructions.

"Yes, you are indeed a nice piece of fuckmeat. Now, I want you to be sure that the word Master is in every reply you make from now on. Got it?" he demanded.

"Yes, Master," she sniveled. "I understand." "Master?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, little slave," he whispered at her upthrust ass. He suddenly increased the rate of fucking with the fat rubber dildo and she exploded in orgasm. Robert actually felt her cunt writhe in ecstatic muscle spasms against the heel of his hand. "You are a hot little slut," he said with a grin. "I may decide to keep you alive after all. Just remember, always obey, and do so quickly."

A few minutes later she hesitantly asked, "Master, now that I know the rules," before pausing in order to gather enough breath to speak, "Master; can you loosen my bondage? I promise to be good. Let me show you, please … please, Master," she continued in a quiet voice.

"You haven't really learned enough rules yet, little slave," he replied. "But, basically, good, obedient slaves get rewarded and disobedient ones get punished quite badly. If I have to punish a slave, they will feel pain much worse than anything you have experienced. Still sure you want to be let loose?"

Anna sobbed and barely got out a, "Yes, Master. Your fuckmeat wants a chance to show how she follows directions. Please, Master I can't last much longer like this."

"Oh, hell," he said roughly. "I must be getting soft." With that, he released the dildo, and with a lightening fast flick of the wrist, he grabbed his knife from his belt and sliced through the two nylon straps holding her onto the board as well as the one holding her knees tightly together. She slipped down the board a few inches and stopped, stuck. Robert had already sighted a highway rest stop ahead and he signaled his intent to pull over.

Moments later, Robert had pulled Anna the rest of the way off the board, spun her around in front of her seat, and she now knelt facing the rear of the van, naked on her knees with wrists cuffed to her sides on the leather waist belt and feet clipped together. She was still gasping to recover all of her lost breath. Robert gave her simple, "Stay cunt!" and "Quiet!" commands before he slipped out of his door. He looked inside the vehicle and couldn't see anything through the dark tinted windows. His girls were safe inside from observation. "Now," he told himself, "I just have to keep any policemen from paying attention to us."

Robert whistled tunelessly as he walked around to the back of the SUV and looked around the rest area's parking area. There was nobody nearby. In just minutes, Becky was released from her cocoon-wrapping and brought around to the passenger door. Robert threw her blindfolded form onto the front seat and he pulled the seat belt across her belly and chest. Becky still had her waist belt on with her wrists clipped to the sides onto metal rings. Robert grabbed her feet and unclipped her ankles, drawing her right ankle to the side of the passenger seat and tying it back to the bottom of the seat. He repeated the move with the other leg, leaving Becky with her legs widely spread apart.

Anna finally couldn't stand the silence and she started to speak. Her eyes felt like they would boil out of her head as the vicious collar punished her for trying to use her vocal cords. "Guess its back on," she told herself sadly.

Fortunately for Anna, Robert was too busy securing the older sister to realize that Anna had tried to disobey his demand for silence. Robert slammed the passenger door and ran around to the back of the SUV to be sure the bags were stowed away properly. With a final glance to be sure everything had pass unobserved, Robert climbed back up inside. He glanced at his two new cunts and whispered, "You know what to do, little one," and he pointed to Becky's exposed pussy. For emphasis, he yanked on the nipple leashes he had reapplied to Anna's perky tits and she moved forward tentatively. Robert leaned down to whisper, "Becky's got earplugs on under that bondage hood and blindfold. If she isn't wriggling in ecstasy in five minutes, then you go back into bondage and I drive that special dildo all the way up inside your ass chute. Think you can handle that pain, slut?"

Anna winched at the thought and rather more eagerly than she had expected to, wriggled around to place her face at her sister's pussy. When she smelled the gamey cunt, she instantly thought that her sister was getting off on this bondage and kidnapping scene.

Robert changed that idea pretty quickly. "Oh, fuckmeat," he said, "I forgot the seasoning. It came from fucking her slutty cunt, so I guess its only fair that you clean it up." With that, Robert yanked his tied-off condom from the small pouch in his rubber suit and untied the knot. Using both hands to better improve the aim, he squeezed every drop of jism out of the full condom and onto the sparse blonde forest of pubic hair. "Start cleaning that up first," he demanded.

Anna quivered anew at the extra chore. "He wants me to eat his cum and then eat my sister. Oh, God! I have to be a lesbian too?" she moaned to herself. Then, remembering the long hours of painful burning in her cunny, she knew that she would do anything to keep that from happening again, let alone in her poor ass. She took a tentative lick and scowled at the salty, ammonia taste. Her titties were yanked again by her kidnapper to remind her to continue. She took a longer lick and a string of the man's jism flowed toward her mouth as she drew back to get a breath before she leaned in again.

Robert grinned and thought how pleasant the rest of the trip would be. After he got tired of watching the younger sister eat Becky, he had a ringgag in his pocket. The grin was thinking of Anna trying to suck him off with her lips widely stretched open by the ringgag device. "Yes," he thought, "life is fucking great." As if the unspoken thought was a signal, Becky stiffened beside him and quivered in what was obviously an orgasm. Robert reached over and caressed her bare and very firm tits as the spasms from the exceptionally strong orgasm continued to sweep over her. "Yep, these are two PPP-rated chicks. Despite the age of Becky, I have some ideas for these two."

Robert picked up his cell phone and dialed Doctor Joan Miller. Joan was gasping from some sort of exertion when Robert heard her pick up the phone..

"This better be important, Robert," she said curtly.

"Caller-ID?" Robert replied with a grin.

"Look, this is a bad time. I'm really busy. Tell me what you want and I can get back to my toy. He's going to get lonely if I don't hurry."

Robert hung up the phone and grinned anew. "That kinky woman is sure easy to do business with," he thought. Doctor Miller had readily agreed to everything that Robert proposed. She would be waiting at her clinic in the morning. Her only proviso to the work beyond her rather reasonable rates; that she get to play with the two slaves for a full seventy-two hours before she began any surgery or body modification. Robert readily agreed. He had other work to do while Anna and Becky began their training. The kinky doctor was certain to make Anna and Becky much more malleable. He was also sure that Joseph Loftus would be interested in a final visit with the two con artists.

"Yes, ironic twists are one of the things that make this life worth living. Life is fucking great!" he added with glee.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com

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