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.

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