The Bus to Slavery

The Bus to Slavery

Part Four

By Razor7826

 

            Michelle exited the lobby of the Flatland’s Motel of rural Iowa, holding three keys: two for the motel rooms, and one for a private room in the basement.  Michelle led her friends and her slaves to the motel rooms.  The slaves would by no means be experiencing the comfort of a regular bed, but they needed a bit of prep work before they would be ready for the preliminary events of the weekend.  Three of the captives marched across the rocky parking lot in their bare feet, while Sharon was giving a Frank a hard time over the sharp pains in her feet.

 

            “You are the problem girl in your family, aren’t you?  Hurry along or things are going to get ugly.

 

            Sharon looked at him with a nasty expression on her face.  Not only were her feet undoubtedly being damaged, but she was wandering across a parking lot, naked and leashed, during the middle of the day!  She could see other cars facing the motel rooms, so it was pretty obvious that there were other people nearby.  Why were her sadistic captors taking such a huge risk?  An explanation came to mind, but it quickly slipped away when she saw slight movement behind curtains to a nearby room.

 

            “Hey!  Help! Help!  Rape!”  Sharon screamed, believing that behind the curtain hid a potential savior.  Frank quickly reached for his remote and mashed all of the buttons at once.  Sharon’s screams for help were replaced by four overlapping screams of pain as the captives collapsed onto the parking lot.

 

            Michelle sighed at her friend’s lack of discretion.  “Frank, let the button go and get them into the room.” While dismayed that he had to give up so quickly, Frank nonetheless released the button and pulled Sharon towards the motel room.  Theresa and Amy were brought into one, while Sharon and Rebecca were dragged into the other.

 

            Inside each of the bedrooms, one of the slaves was tossed on the bed while the other was unceremoniously thrown into the shower stall, where she was soon followed by a captor.  The men removed the electric collars, and then followed their captives into the shower to ‘assist’ in the cleaning process, paying particular attention to the cleanliness of the women’s tits and holes.  The torment and shocks of the last 24 hours still fresh in their minds, not a single one of the captives resisted.  Once all of the women were thoroughly clean, Michelle gathered them and her associates together, then led them outside back towards the front office.  In the hour since their arrival, more guests had obviously shown up, based on the number of cars around.

 

            As Michelle the led four naked women along the motel exterior, the group passed a  young man and two women, each of which clung to the man’s shoulders as if he were some sort of deity.  The trio looked over the captive women, smiled as if they were pleased with what they saw, and moved on.  Rebecca could hear murmurs from the trio as they entered their own room.  To her side, Sharon had a stunned look on her face.

 

            “Why… why aren’t they helping us?  What is this place?  Why?  WHY!?”

 

            Frank once again turned to Sharon.  “Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with you?  Do you not understand how this works?  All of you, keep quiet unless we tell you that you can speak.” Frank laid into the button, once again, but this time only Sharon’s.  She collapsed to her knees, then fell forward, unable to protect herself with her arms cuffed behind her back.  Rebecca wanted to do nothing more then help her sister up, but she knew that would probably lead to shocks for all of the women.

 

            Within a few moments, Sharon was back on her feet, crying, but in control enough to stumble forward as Frank tugged on her leash.  The group entered the front lobby, where the man that Michelle had spoken to earlier still sat.

 

            The man glanced over the group and grinned. “Ah, Michelle, you’ve brought some nice items this year.  But, I thought you said you had…”

 

            Michelle interrupted him quickly, as if she were preventing him from saying something damning.  “Thank you, Jim!  Has everything started already?”

 

            Jim smiled, understanding what Michelle had planned.   “Yes, everything is set up, just like last year.  Have fun… especially you four,” he said, as he smiled at the captives.  Michelle and her companions led the slave women through a door in the lobby labeled ‘Staff Only’.  The area beyond the door opened up to a wide flight of stairs leading down.  There was a door twenty steps down, emblazoned with a trefoil and a sign that said ‘Fallout Shelter’.  Michelle turned the handle on the door and swung it open, then ushered her friends and captives through it into the converted bomb shelter.

 

            Rebecca, Sharon, Theresa, and Amy were all completely startled by what they saw.  The bomb shelter was almost like a large, perverted, convention hall, with tables, booths, cages, and tents strewn every where.  Men and Women of all ages paraded the hall.  Many leashed slaves were tugged behind their masters, with both roles being filled by men and women, though female slaves were clearly more common.  Some seemed willing, others were gagged and crying, with marks of physical abuse covering their bodies, sometimes cum dripping down their thighs.  Rebecca could her screams and crying from the tents and cages down the isle, but could not see what was going on inside of them.  Based on the last 28 hours of her life, she had a good idea of what it was, though.

 

            “I reserved us a tent in isle C.  Let’s head there and allocate our resources for the weekend.”  The group made its way through the crowd.  As Rebecca watched those around her, she realized how many women had to be kidnapped to fill the place.  All over were women in chains and gags, crying, sometimes even wearing the tattered remains of their original clothes.  One especially feisty woman wore the clear remains of a police uniform.  Another wore what seemed to be a nun’s habit.  While there was the possibility both were just costumes, Rebecca thought otherwise.  In the corner of the hall, Rebecca even saw one such women getting raped as the many spectators paid no heed.

 

            Just like the people in the parking lot.  Rebecca could tell that this sort of sexual perversion was the only reason people would come to this motel in the middle of nowhere.

 

            The group of nine entered the tent Michelle had spoken of.  It was roughly 12’x12’.  The thick cloth was red, and dim lights were strung over head, the only furniture in the room being two small cots, a table, and two chairs.  Michelle sat down at the table and pulled out a small red tackle box.  Rebecca could see some of the contents: large stacks of US currency, assorted bondage cuffs, collars, coils of chain and rope, nipple clamps, and a few metal pins for piercings that Rebecca hoped to never have to experience. 

 

            Suri questioned the de facto leader’s actions for the first time.  “Michelle, what are you planning on?   We never expected to have four items for this weekend.”

 

            Michelle looked at her friend and smiled.  “Don’t worry, Suri.  I always have a plan.  I’ve made arrangements for each of our girls.  Two cages for people to sample our goods in a regular setting. One stock for the bitch that keeps defying us, and these cots for private performances with our star performer.

 

            Suri smiled back, but then looked puzzled.  “But, who is who?  I think I know who the defiant one is,” Suri gave a quick kick to Sharon’s calf, causing her to collapse to the floor.  “..But who are the others?”

 

           Michelle expounded on her idea.  “The young one, Theresa, isn’t in a stable enough state to put on any shows, nor is she deserving of any more extreme punishment, so she is going to be one of the samples.”  Theresa continued to stare at the ground, seemingly unaware that they were even talking about her.  “Amy, on the other hand, is still aware and compliant, but she isn’t premium enough to sell her usage for much.  With that in mind, increased traffic would be good for us in the long run.”  Amy looked at Michelle, and then her sister, scared.  She had a good idea of what ‘increased traffic’ meant, but her highway was already sore and bleeding.

 

            “Sharon, the defiant bitch of the family, is going to the stocks.  We’ll charge some nominal fee, maybe five dollars, but I think she could use a weekend of unlimited abuse.”  Once again, Sharon freaked out at the thought of being used as a helpless fucktoy, but Toby and Freak gripped her arms tightly and painfully, keeping her firmly in place.

 

            “Lastly, we have the oldest sister.  Something about her seems so elegant; I think there is money to be made selling her like a high class call-girl.”  Despite having seen what happened to her sister, Rebecca was ready to deck the haughty dom.  Fortunately for her fellow captives, she muffled the urge and resigned herself to a weekend of high-class whoring.  “So, let’s get this going!  This is plenty of fun and money to be had, and who knows; we might walk away with more toys than we started with.”  The Sorrow’s Falls BDSM Club led their slaves to their weekend stations.

 

            Toby led Sharon to the center of the hall.  Once there, Sharon realized what the punishment for her defiance would be.  All around the clearing were old fashioned pillories, with holes for both the neck and wrists.  In addition to the main part, there was also a padded bar for the captive to rest his or her lower stomach, also serving the dual purpose of raising their bottom to an accessible position.  Several of the pillories held fellow women who, like Sharon, seemed to be dragged to this convention against their will.  Each of the stocked women was receiving attention to their mouths, their bottoms, or both.

 

            “I think I need to remind you of the rules for the day.  Not only will you take whatever the customers give you, but you’ll also do it well.  And no biting!  Just to remind you what will happen if you defy us…”  Toby slammed onto Sharon’s button on his remote as hard as he could.  She fell to ground and spasmed wildly as electric current painfully tore through her body.  Unlike her previous times getting shocked, Toby did not let go.  For several minutes, Sharon lived through pain like she had never felt before her entire life.  Slowly, she could feel the shocks getting weaker and weaker as the batteries wore down, until Toby let go of the button.  “Damnit, that is enough for now.  Now, are you going to be compliant?”

 

            Sharon nraaodded yes.  She would do anything to avoid the shocks at this point.

 

            Toby eased her into the padded pillory, her wrists and neck tightly but comfortably enclosed.  Her waist was thrown over the padded horse, and her ankles were latched onto bolts near its base.  With his captive in position, Frank took a position to her side to hawk the wares.

 

            Within minutes, Toby had his first customer.  Collecting the five dollar fee, Toby ceded to the customer, a slightly overweight man around forty years old.  He moved to Sharon’s rear where she could not see him pull down his pants and being stroking his flaccid penis.  When it was ready, he unceremoniously began raping Sharon’s pussy.  She let out a brief scream of pain, but silenced herself when she remembered Toby’s threat of future shocks.

 

            Toby let gave Sharon no rest, renting out both her mouth and rear continually.

 

            Across the hall, Amy and Theresa were being led to the cages, where each of them was thrown into their own cell.  Nothing was in each of the thick wire cages except a single mattress.  Suri and Lucy followed the captives into the cells and locked the leashes onto the bedposts, keeping the women where they could be of the most use.  Theresa accepted her fate, still in a state of shock over everything that had happened to her.

 

            Amy, on the other hand, did not take things so easily.  She could tell what was going to happen to happen to her, but she still tried pleading with her younger sister.  “Sis… I thought we were so close.  Remember how I used to take you to the park everyday, or how I took you to get ice cream all the time when I first got my driver’s license. How can you ignore all that and do this to me?”

 

            Lucy turned around to look at her older sister.  “You didn’t give me a choice.  If you told mom, everything would have come apart.  She knew one of the people we kidnapped for our club, and I knew she would be smart enough to piece it all together if you gave her the basics.”

 

            “But this… all this is justifiable to save yourself?  Mom and dad raised you better than this.”

 

            Lucy turned away, clearly upset by her sister’s words.  “Hey, everyone! Free samples!”  A parade of assailants lined up, enough to keep Theresa and Amy busy for hours.

 

            Back in the tent, Frank and Michelle were dressing Rebecca for her new role.  She wore a red latex corset with frilly black edging, along with thigh-high black high-heeled boots.  She also wore black gloves that went all the way up to her upper arm.  Her hair was trussed up into a frilly bun.  Around her neck, instead of the silver shock collar, rested a light black choker.   Watching Rebecca’s behavior over the last day, Michelle knew that the threat of violence to her sisters, not herself, was what kept her in line.  Therefore, she could wear jewelry that might increase her aesthetic value instead of the ugly collar that brought inherent threats of violence.

 

            Michelle was putting on the last bits of makeup to her whore. 

 

            “You are looking wonderful, my dear.  Are you ready for some fun.”

 

            Rebecca stared at Michelle in response.

 

            Michelle frowned.  “That isn’t a very productive attitude.  Do you want me to bring your sisters into this?”  Michelle brought out the remote and pretended as if she was going to hit a button.

 

            “No, I’ll do as you say.”

 

            “That is a good whore.  Now, come with me.” Michelle led Rebecca outside the tent, and Frank followed.  “Kneel, put your hands behind your back, and display your goods.”  Rebecca did as she was ordered. 

 

            Michelle standing outside the tent with a kneeling slave at her side was enough to get the offer across to those that walked by.   A well-groomed man, middle-aged and wearing a tailored suit, was the first of many customers that day.  Michelle and Frank waited outside the tent as the man led the rented women inside, holding tightly onto his arm, giving only a brief warning, “Don’t be too rough.”

 

           Inside the tent, the Suit through Rebecca onto one of the cots and then quickly proceeded to begin disrobing.  Rebecca sat and stared at his slowly stiffening cock, knowing what she would have to do to keep her family safe.  When the Suit was ready, he roughly pushed his whore onto her back and held her wrists down as he rammed his cock into her pussy.    Rebecca wanted to scream in pain, but went along her assailants thrust, knowing what had to be done to protect her sisters.

 

            All over the convention hall, the Mosley sisters, dozens of other kidnap victims, and many consensual slaves continued to be assaulted in all of their holes.

 

            Outside, it was nearing midnight.  Matt, the desk clerk, watch the parking lot as clean sports car pulled up to the motel lobby and a blonde woman wearing a sleek blue dress stepped out. The low neck of the dress helped show off her ample cleavage.  By the young desk clerk’s judgment, she appeared to be about thirty five years old.  Rich, too, by the look if her huge wedding ring.  The clerk checked to see if she was alone.  Nope.  A man about the same age as the woman slept in the passenger’s seat.

 

            “Did you know that there’s no cell phone reception within fifteen miles of this place?” asked woman as she barged through the front door, at a moment when there was no traffic heading to or fro the convention hall.

 

            That’s the point, miss, the young clerk thought to himself.

 

            “Do you have any vacancy?  I’m too tired to keep driving, and my husband is too drunk.”

 

            “We sure do, ma’am.  Thirty bucks a night.”

 

            The woman reached for her credit card, but the clerk stopped her.  “Sorry, ma’am.  No credit cards.  Cash or check only.”  What he didn’t say was the reason for that policy.  It wasn’t the financial one that most places claim.  We want to be able to say you were never here.  The woman brought out her checkbook, filled everything out, and handed it to the clerk.  “Can I see some ID?” he asked in response.  The woman complied and handed him her Nebraska license plate.

 

            Rachel DeSoto

            DOB: 12-06-1967

            Weight: 130 lb

            Height: 5’6”

 

            Damn, she’s pretty fine for a forty year old.  I better get some people up here before they see something that would freak them out enough to leave.  “Here you go, ma’am.  Room 207, right over there.”

 

            “Thank you.  We’ll be out of here first thing in the morning.  We’re on the way back from my little sister’s wedding in Kansas City.”  She seemed excited, but tired.  The clerk smiled and gave her a wave goodbye as she exited the lobby, knowing that despite being tired, both she and her husband would be in for a long night. 

 

            Matt picked up the desk phone and called extension 002, the main office for the hall downstairs.  His boss picked up.  “Boss, we lucked out!  A hot blonde chick just checked in with her drunken husband.  She said she gets no cell reception, and I cut off the phone in her room, so nobody knows she’s hear.  Get people up here, ASAP, before she sees something to care her away!”  His boss gave him instructions, then both hung up.  Matt reached into the desk and pulled out the woman’s check.  With a match cracked out of a matchbook emblazoned with the logo of the motel, Matt torched the check and watched it burn. Nobody will know you were ever here.