CHAPTER 31
CROSSING THE BORDER
Susan hung with just toes of each foot making contact with
the floor. Already her arches ached from her
occasional ballerina attempts to allow her wrists and arms the slightest
relief. What made things even worse was this meager bit of relief caused the
heavy weights he had attached to her nipples to sway ever so slightly. Five
pounds never seemed like a lot to her except for the fact each of the pair of
dumbbells were dangling from a nipple. Five pounds felt like 500. Susan’s ample
tits were drastically drawn downward by thin cords that Trent had tied around each swollen bud. He
made sure she understood the nooses would tighten to their limits with each
little movement. At first Susan desperately tried to hold as still as possible
to avoid the ever increasing tightening of the slip knots but one can only
endure standing on her toes for so long before her stained feet screamed with
pain. Of course Trent
made sure she also would be provoked into moving in other ways. The zapping
butt plug was switched over to its random triggering setting. No less than
three times a minute and as often as 6 times, the plug deep
up her ass would send its shocks to her sensitive hole. Not only were the number of charges randomly coming but the device
also altered the power and duration of each electrical bolt to her.
When the most severe shocks sizzled within her she would
scream and toss back her head. And if it happen to be a prolong assault she
could not stop the frenetic dance during such pain. It mattered little that the
nipple weights would swing wildly because during those horrible moments nothing
was worse than the pain in her ass. However when the electrical jolts stopped,
what she considered a respite, refocused her attention to the pain she had caused
her own nipples. Each time she fought to control her panting and try to stop
the swinging and tugging of the heavy weights as best and quickly as possible.
All this was torture enough but she was told she earned all
this suffering simply because she couldn’t obey and she better learn here on
out punishments would get more brutal for the slightest failure. She was told
the camera would be recording her and he would review the recording this
evening. After each lesson, which Trent
called Susan agonizing assaults, she was to state to the camera who and what
she was. “I am a slut slave. I exist for other’s pleasure whether that is to fuck
me, whip me or humiliate me.”
Trent
warned her she would earn additional correctional punishments for each and every
time she did not recite this phrase exactly. If the random shocking struck
again before she could proclaimed her purpose in life this would warrant her a
half hour of additional pain the next morning.
Knowing what Trent warned her about and how her punishments
would get even more severe, Sue desperately wanted to avoid any extra pain but
at times when the zappings were very strong and/or long coupled with the pain
she inflicted to her nipples and tits, it took her longer to recover enough to
be capable of speaking. She wasn’t sure but she thought she had acquired an
additional hour and a half punishment session already and it was getting worse
as she began to weaken. Trent
checked his security screens of Susan’s chamber. He chucked to himself while
thinking, “Slut you can never win.” He noticed by the timer she still had a
little over 45 minutes of random shocks left. As for her suspension and nipple
weights, well that she’d just have to contend with until he was finished
introducing himself to Pamela. He checked the recording and determined she had
only failed to correctly declare herself a slut slave three times but she
didn’t repeat the exact phrase four other times as she tried to say it in
obvious pain. Trent would ask her later if she felt she
should get credit for them. If she begged him to accept them he would of course
punish her for this by doubling her time. But he really was hoping she’d try and out
think him by admitting they shouldn’t be acceptable. Then he would simply agree
and berate her for such a poor performance. He always loved to see the despair
in his captives faces when they realize they could never win with him nor anyone who would take charge of their new lives.
Just when Trent
was ready to visit his new captive he had second thoughts about what was soon
to be a pretty busy schedule dealing with everyone. He opened his phone and
punched in some instruction codes before looking back at his slave on the
screen. She hung limp for 15 seconds until her body jerked wildly. His instructions to the random generator controller was to raise
the minimum shocker level from 5 to 8. He estimated with such a pain level the
slut would surely fail 4 out of 5 times. Most the times she wouldn’t even be able to speak let alone repeat her required dialogue
flawlessly. This would earn her days more of punishment which was just the
added time he figured he would need to make progress with the niece. There was
no sense in just letting this slut lay around all comfortable and getting fat during
his time with the new slave. The next jolt really sent poor Susan convulsing.
It was so strong it caused the 5 pound weight to flip upward a good 4 inches
before tearing at her nipples when they slammed back against her body. “Oh that
had to hurt.” He laughed catching this just before turning off the monitor and
leaving the room.
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“You fucken better let me go, you pervert. I’ll have you sent away for a long time.” Pam
boldly said the second Trent
walked into the barn where Bob previously resided. Trent ignored the teen but rather went to one
of the locked cabinet and retrieved a few items. Pam felt very helpless, naked,
cuffed and alone in the cage but she wasn’t about to let this son of a bitch
know it. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you and Aunt Susan are playing
here but when my Uncle Bob hears about it your ass will be ……. Hey stop it.
Ahhh auggh”
Pam never finished her sentence as Trent tighten a noose around her neck and
pulled it tight before tossing it over a beam above her. He pulled until she
could barely breath and tied it off. Pam looked pretty
much like her Aunt on tip toes only she was supported by her neck instead of
her wrists. Trent
began to take some measurements but when he stepped in front of her, she kicked
out at him. She only managed a glancing blow to the side of his thigh but at
least she fought back she thought.
SNAP……. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”
SNAP…SNAP. Pam screamed loudly as Trent
triggered a stun gun directed at her tits.
The young girl choked herself while attempting to avoid another
shot. All this movement and choking made her light headed from lack of air. “If
you try anything like that again, if you speak without permission again this
will get worse.” He said holding up the stun gun while showing her he just
turned up the level. “Your entire survival, whether or not you eat, sleep, fuck
or even breath is up to me and it’s all based on your obedience.”
To most anyone, Trent’s
threats and what the teen had just experienced would have convinced anyone so
vulnerable to comply, but not Pamela Powel. She was a feisty and defiant girl.
She kicked out at the man before her once more and this time completely missed.
Trent grabbed a
handful of hair and held her while planting the stun gun directly on her pussy.
After four consecutive shots, Pan passed out.
Trent
quickly released the rope and noose as she hung limp from it. He was upset with
himself for over reacting and a bit perturbed his threat meant so little to
her.
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The remainder of the day Pan felt the whip, nipple clamps
and weights, the electrical shocks and lastly when she thought there was
nothing more a sadistic bastard could do to her, she was introduced to his
friends the bullet ants.
By day two Pam pleaded for him to stop. She promised to be
good. He ignored her pleas but rather continued nearly hourly with some
additional torture. It was exhausting him. After all he had to keep her aunt
uncomfortable during the same time too. For Susan her tortures were mostly
mechanically controlled. His presents with her was unnecessary unlike it was
with the teenager. He wanted her to understand quickly that his will was the
only thing that she would care about.
By the end of day two, Pam had earned herself a reward. A glass of water. Trent
made a big deal about something so little would have to be earned by her.
Finally on day three, he asked her if she was ready to begin
anew? She
nodded in surrender. It wasn’t a resolving submission but that would come with
time.
Meanwhile, Bob was going crazy wondering what was going on and
what might be happening to his wife. His only contact with Trent each day were
the two meals and fresh water he brought him but he spoke little to his male
captive. By now Bob knew any questions, any pleading would cause his wife
relentless pain.
As for Susan she suffered for her many impossible to avoid
failures. Besides biding time that he needed with his new acquisition, he made
sure Susan was learning the slightest tiny failures by her would not be
accepted. The hardest command for her to succeed at was remaining silent while
receiving torture. Only when she was gagged could she moan and cry into it. For
those less painful tortures like hanging with weights attached to her nipples
and cunt lips, even the slightest whimper was not acceptable. This was really
difficult once Trent
began adding sexual stimulation along with the pain. Using vibrators up her
cunt and ass while hanging and told she much cum every
hour without a sound from her was impossible. It was ok with Trent that she failed in this. He was
allowing her a little pleasure so she should suffer the payment for it.
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By the end of the week, Trent realized, Pam was a completely
different cookie than her Aunt and Uncle. Fear of pain had limited motivational
gains with her. If he had the time, he knew he could break her but he needed to
move on. He was in the business of acquiring, prepping and delivering slave’s
to the ever growing market of those who desired to own an American
slaves. His obedience training was mainly for the purpose of the sale’s
time. He was aware the largest growing segment of this market
were from countries with either a grudge against America or jealousy
towards it. The girls sold into one of those situations really didn’t have to
be taught to obey, their purpose was mainly to be the object of the owner’s venting
while brutal rape was the choice of sexual use. Still Trent knew the more cooperative the slave was
for sale the faster the turn around.
It was during one
session with Pam when the suffering girl said something derogatory toward her
aunt for getting her into all this that gave Trent an idea that he never would have
considered using. Trent
allowed both Sue and Pam to rest for a couple of days before he would try it
out.
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Trent
checked up on Susan. She still had plenty of soreness from her nearly week of
constant restraint, torture and other abuses but for all the wear and tear the
30 year old came though it pretty well. Trent
always checked for any changes in his merchandise. Susan had already lost 8
pounds during her captivity and although she was in great shape to begin with
the weight lost did show well on her curvy frame. “I need to piss, slave” Trent said when he
entered her cell. Without hesitation Susan got down and crawled to him, took
his dick in her hand and funneled it into her mouth. When Trent started to piss, she swallowed as
quickly as she could. The repugnant taste and degradation from her eager
acceptance of the task was clearly there but in comparison with the week she
had just experienced, one would think she was drinking champaign from a spout.
Susan even thanked him when he was finished.
Even though he had to grin by her feeble attempt to please
him further by her statement, Trent
once more enforced his rule to never speak a word unless permitted to. He made her stand with her hands laced behind
her head while he slapped her tits several times without moving. “Do you
understand what that was for slut?” he asked. Susan only nodded,
afraid answering might grain her worse punishment.
He then ordered her to follow him upstairs where he allowed
her to shower and dress. Of course her outfit was on the level of her whoring
attire from a week earlier. She no longer cared what he had planned for her,
she was resolved to obey quickly and to the best of her ability in order to
avoid her own pain as well as her husband.
Trent
once again took her sight away with the tape and gauze over her eyes before
adding the dark sunglasses to hide this blindfold. He told her if she did well
today, she could gain a night off for herself and her husband. Trent noticed she mouthed words. It was her only
way of asking permission to ask a question. “Speak slut.” He commanded.
“Master what about my niece. Is she alright?”
Trent
looked at her. Here the little brat in the barn wanted to tear out her aunt’s
eyes while this slut was worried for the teen’s welfare. This was good, he
thought. Another tool he could use to speed things up. “Your niece has been
less than cooperative and as you know by now, just what that has earned her. I
will promise you this, slut. If you don’t cause me any trouble what so ever,
today. I’ll give her a slight reprieve from the punishment she has accumulated
for herself.” Susan nodded once more. She sighed knowing how difficult Pam
could be and knew how stubborn she was.
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The drive to the border crossing into Mexico took 45
minutes. Susan had no idea where they were headed even after hearing a man’s
voice with a heavy Mexican accent. Most cars coming from the states into Mexico are waved
on quickly, however, the lucky boarder guard on duty that day wanted to get a
better look at the hot looking blonde in this car. “Buenas
tardes.” Trent
greeted the guard. The Mexican border agent didn’t even look at him as he
replied to Trent’s
gesture.
“Spread your legs, slut.” Trent ordered while the guard pretended to
make some notes on a clip board. As Susan obeyed she felt the short tight skirt
slither up the few inches it cover her until it exposed all of her bare cunt. Trent smiled to himself as
the border guard’s eyes widen. It didn’t take much of a visual bribe to satisfy
one of these young agents. All of the guards were aware of several small towns
that catered to the kinky sex pleasure visitors. These areas conducted business
with the knowledge of corrupt officials being paid well from the profits coming
of the bars and sex ranches that most any young man from this area had visited
once or twice in his life.
These areas use to feature local girls, who were desperate
enough, to fulfill most any raunchy request but now days a lot of kinky couples
and even single women looking for unthinkable experiences came and entertained
there.
The bar and ranch owners loved the set up. Some American Dom
or Dominick would bring a kinky wife, lover or submissive to push their limits
way beyond anything possible back home and they profited from the entertainment
value along with charging the Dom a protection fee as well as any profits they
might make for sexual favors.
The protection fee came in the form of assurance,
the slut slave would not be stolen from the Dom along with safe passage back to
the border. It didn’t include much safeguard for the slave once at a bar or
ranch but rather those limitations were the establishment’s guidelines.
The understood limitations at these bars and sex ranches
ranged anywhere from a place to publicly expose one’s sub or oneself, to open
sex, gang rapes, public bondage, punishment, or whipping, and all the way to
forced animal sex. A woman who might have second thoughts about her husband or Dom’s
idea of a hot weekend being fucked by a dog or donkey, had little alternative
other than to try and enjoy it since the local police, judge and business
owners in the out of the way regions would often threaten them with arrest and
a much worst fate if they tried to cause a problem. Once a submissive entered
into such a situation, it was like signing over her own destiny and yet there were
enough kinky people from the states as well as over the world who visited these
small towns to do a good business.
There was another unspoken element that many heard rumored.
Unlike all the willing kinky enjoyment seekers who called themselves slut
slaves, there was suppose to be genuine slave trafficking too. Only insiders
knew where and how this operated and those involved had only the protection of
the unwritten code of the unscrupulous organizations as protection. For this
trip, Trent wanted
to initialize contact with any of the contacts available. Today was a
promotional trip. He knew within an hour or so of his arrival with Susan, the
word among those who would represent any potential clients would examine his
offering. Unless someone made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, this was just an
advertisement promotion.
The guard spoke to Trent
in Spanish from Susan’s side of the car. The still blinded woman knew sitting
with her legs spread open whoever this was at her side had complete view of her
hairless cunt. She didn’t know how or why Trent
would take such a gamble at being caught but she knew she wouldn’t risk any
attempt at soliciting help. After all if this Trent got arrested both her husband and
niece’s lives would be at risk. Locked away somewhere unknown, without food and
water for more than a few days, it would mean their deaths.
Susan tried to remain calm as they spoke. She knew very
little Spanish but often heard the word puta many times and knew they were referring
to her. Suddenly, she felt a hand groping her tit through the halter top. The
Mexican continued to talk with Trent
as his hand open the halter. “Start finger fucking yourself, slut.” Trent told her.
Susan couldn’t believe this was happening somewhere so
publicly. The sounds of other cars and people were everywhere and yet this man
and Trent were having her expose herself so openly. Where in the hell could
they be that it was ok?
After a few laughs and a lot of hard mauling of her tits,
the hand left her. She dared not stop fingering herself as commanded even while
the car began moving again. “You are enjoying that, aren’t you slut?” she heard
Trent ask.
Susan didn’t know how to answer. Actually she was at a high point of arousal
but to be asked if she enjoyed the risk and exposure…….. Susan just nodded. “Well
stop it. You will get us stopped every mile by every Mexican policeman who
would want to cop a feel.”
Susan now knew they were in Mexico. Although the border was
less than an hour away from their Summerville home, she felt a whole new loss
of security in her situation. Her fears intensified as did her excitement with
what might happen to her next. And as much as she tried to convince herself
this wasn’t turning her on, she knew how quickly her pussy juices began to
build up.
Susan never really felt comfortable whenever she and Bob
went down into Mexico.
She told Bob how uncomfortable she felt being so blatantly stared at by men
down there. And it wasn’t just the Mexicans but also American military,
teenagers, and kids going down for a wild time. It was an atmosphere with few
limitations and little respect for partying Americans. With so much underage
drinking at clubs that paid off authorities, Bob didn’t like how rudely his
wife was treated either, so they avoided taking friends down except for an occasional
shopping trip.
Now Susan was not only down here without her husband but
dressed like the total slut she felt she often was looked upon. What was worse
was she completely understood both Bob and Pam’s circumstances would depend on
her obedience to this man.
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