C.U.F.F.S.

CHAPTER 39

( BOB LEARNS HIS WIFE’S ROLE )

Trent was up to his old tricks again. First he had threaten Susan with punishment if she didn’t get him off before her husband which she was both sucking Bob off and being fucked up the ass by her owner. With her husband laced with Viagra and Trent having just fucked her niece not long before hand, once more his slave was doomed.

For her failure, Trent ordered one of the men to go with the slut slave’s husband who will be leading his wife on a leash and offering her cunt, ass and mouth in that order to any non-slave man or woman at the town’s bars. Bob was not allowed to speak other than propositioning his wife’s assists.

They went from bar to bar where Bob practically begged everyone and anyone they encountered to fuck his slut wife and let her suck their dicks dry. If she didn’t drain fifty cocks by her scheduled slave platform slave service time, Trent told Bob her additional punishment would be on his hands.

Bob had not physically seen his wife in weeks. The videos of her punishments and session didn’t give him the total concept of just how much his wife could and was enduring. He was appalled at all the whip marks over her body but was even more shocked at whatever they had done to her nipples. The metal rings attached to her swollen nipples were obvious constant torture to her.

What Bob could not realize was that although her augmented nipples were extremely sensitive, they were also a source of constant stimulation to the naked slave. It was true because of there abnormal size her nipple rings often attached a lot of attention and abuse but oh how it so often made her cunt wet too.

Susan knew nothing about Trent’s promise of additional punishments to her if Bob failed to get fifty dicks into her. What she was experiencing was her husband, who she had not seen or spoken to since her kidnapping, offering her to men and calling her a fucking slut. If there was only some way to let him know just how bad the punishments could be if she didn’t obey and satisfy each and everyone her master ordered her to service. She knew she was being watched and judged closely so in spite of acting as the eager slut in the presents her husband, she went about her duties as required.

Most of the men were eager to fuck someone’s wife in front of the husband. It was actually not at all uncommon for a dominate husband, or wife for that much, to bring their spouse down here to have them gangbanged and used by other. What was unheard of was this slave was for sale too. The added excitement was from the rumors that the man holding this slave’s leash wasn’t in full agreement with the whole set up.

As Bob went from stranger to strange offering her to them, Susan began wondering if this was his way of payback for her getting them and Pamela into this mess. She wondered if he knew of her master’s intentions of actually selling her soon. Could this be Bob’s way of getting final revenge for her sins? The few times she briefly dared to glance up at her husband as he offered her ass to yet another man, she wasn’t sure if his expression was one of disgust for her or shame. She never had much time to determine this as cocks kept reaming her ass or shoved in her face.

The man in charge of watching over Bob and Trent’s slave was often offered drinks by the patrons who got to fuck the blonde American slave. The more he drank the more he used a short whip on Susan’s ass to either hurry her along on her hands and knees to the next bar or just for fun on her tits as she was being fucked by someone. Bob often flinched at just how hard his blows rained down on his wife’s naked flesh. The snapping of the braids was followed by a crush splattering of her tit’s or ass’ flesh. Susan often moaned or cried but fought to concentrate on whatever task she was doing. Bob stared at how repeated blows to an area began bruising and welting. When they were struck Susan jerked even more uncontrollably.  Bob wanted so much to grab the whip from the bastard and pick up his wife off her hands and knees and run away with her but he knew is was useless. Not only would his actions gain her even crueler tortures but probably his niece too, where ever she was at that moment.

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Pam did not feel very much like anybody’s favored slave at the moment. Her tits locked in the extremely restrictive metal tit cuffs had turned a dark purplish color and had become so sensitive that even a breeze felt a little bit like they were being sliced by the little gusts. This added to the fact that the slightest jiggle hurt terribly but of course it was her new large tortured tits which attracted a lot of attention along with her gagged offering of herself. Pam learned with the ring gag locked in her mouth, men would use her mouth not only to pleasure their cocks but to relieve themselves too. At first she tried pulling away from a stream of piss but this got her a beating that convinced her even the pungent smell and taste of someone’s piss was better than a repeat of added punishments.

However it was at this point in time, when a certain well dressed, very young, dark complexion guy spotted her as they came into yet another bar. Pam made the biggest mistake of her life. The young man, who had to be even younger than Pam herself, gave her handler some money just before grabbing Pam’s leash and began slapping her tits with the palm of his hands. Pam’s reaction was to pull away. She discovered she was stronger than this boy.  However, her instinctive defensive reaction pulled the rope leash through his hands which caused a rope burn and cunt. The reaction of anyone who saw this told Pam this was not good. Even several of the burly intimidating men actually looked shock and stood silently as someone quickly came to attend to the boy’s wounded hand while two huge, hooked nose men grabbed her arms and held her.

The well dressed boy screamed something in a foreign language and the bar owner approached. “Who’s slave are you?” the owner asked before repeating the question in Spanish to the man with her.

“I am Master Trent’s favored slave.” Pam replied boldly not wanting herself to be confused with any of the other lowly slaves of this town like her Aunt Susan.

The boy stepped forward and slapped her tit so hard with his uncut hand that Pam was close to blacking out from the single blow. “You are an American, no?” he asked with a kind of snarl.

“Pam now, feeling just how vulnerable she was in this situation answered without the attitude. “Sir, yes sir. I am an American but I am not like any of the slave’s for sale. I am Master Trent’s favored slave.”

The teenage boy’s laugh at her statement and tore into Pam as she was held naked with her very dark purplish tits rising and falling with her nervous panting. “Every cunt here is for sale for the right price.” He retorted. “I could buy the Regional Territorial Governor’s wife for the right price, slave. Your Master Trent’s favored tit slave could be had in a matter of minutes if I wanted such a worthless slave as the likes of you.” His laughing at her and the arrogant teenage boy’s posture just upset Pamela Powers.

It was one thing to be in her situation servicing and being looked upon by older mature men. In a bizarre way it was almost flattering, if many of the things which happen to her didn’t end with some sort of disgusting torment but to have to try and pretend she was a lowly slave to a boy younger than herself was too much for the beautiful smug girl. His touch of her wet cunt was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Don’t touch me you little bastard.” She yelled even before considering what and whom she was talking to.

Unfortunately for any slave in this town whether one with her husband role playing or even a supposedly a favored slave of a slaver, refusing anything along with insubordination would not and could not be tolerated. The bar’s owner told Pam’s handler to go get Trent Williams. Meanwhile the slave was positioned under a pulley in the center of the bar and its rope tied to the center links of Miguel’s tit cuffs. Pam’s screams could be heard outside the bar as she was pulled up by her tits, turning slowly as she hung completely by her tits.

The teenage boy was handed a soft multi-thong breast whip which he immediately handed to one of the two huge goons who was there to obviously assist him in any way possible.

The teen gave some command in a language other than Spanish and the thug began whipping each of Pam’s tits which by this point were nearly black from loss of blood as she hung from them.

Pam’s screams were loud and long. No one in the place could know the young girl’s tits, which were artificially augmented, were already extra sensitive from the injections. This coupled with the extreme pain any woman would feel from being hung by her tits was unbearable. Well, unbearable in the sense it was extremely torturous however a tied hung slave has no choice but to endure everything others want to suffer.

It took about 15 lashes before the young slave passed out. The whole time, the dark complexion teenage boy simply stood before the pleading flailing victim and looked her in the eyes whenever she was not screaming her head off.

It didn’t take Trent long before he arrived at the bar, however his slave had already passed out and was lowered to the floor. Trent and the young man spoke at a table near the unconscious slave who was being worked on to revive her.

Pam awoke into a world of pain. Her breasts were on fire. Although she was no longer hanging from them, the exceedingly restraining cuffs were still locked at the base of each tit which were now covered with thin red lines etched into each tit. Trent kicked his slave’s ass. “Crawl to Prince Aber and lick his boots to apologize for your actions slut.”

The suffering slave knew she was in real trouble and did her best to comply by using her tongue to clean the teenage boy’s half boots. It was a disgusting act, a humiliating act, to do this with everyone in the place watching her willing pay homage to someone’s boots while knowing it was because she wasn’t subservient enough to just allow anything to be done to and with her body. Her owner’s body to be more correct.

Ever since Pam had, sort of, accepted her captivity as being real, things in her life changed. She began fantasizing about the possibilities of slavery, a slavery as she imagined it. She envisioned nights with a lot of fucking, perhaps some spankings and playful chastisements. But that sort of life was in store for the slave girls and wives down here that were just role playing, not for a genuine slave property like Pamela Powel.

The still woozy slave barely heard her master explaining how this slut was not trained nor broken as a slave. The boy replied that this was good. It made the white cunt blush with shame which was good too.

Pam so badly wanted to apologize to her master for her actions and get back into his good graces but she knew better than to speak. The slave just continue licking the boots before her. This was her only purpose. She was a non-participant while her master and the teen spoke of her as some flawed object at their feet. 

The final act of degradation was when the boy raised up his boot, looked at it and simply kicked the naked girl away from him. Pam went sprawling on the dirty bar floor. Everyone was looking down at her nakedness but there was not the lust in their eyes but rather the looks of disgust.

Pam made a move to get up but she was forced back down to the floor when one of the men simply placed his foot on her shoulder to hold her down. The boy stood up and kicked Pam’s legs apart, exposing her even more lewdly and shamefully. The teen worked the tip of his boot slightly between Pam’s open cunt. The fought her own  instincts so as not to show the slightest objection with his action. “Fuck my boot, American slut, until you cum for all to see what a whore you are.”

Pam was utterly humiliated as she began to gyrate her hips against the sole of his boot. People once more began to talk and laugh as they watched the slave work hard at getting herself off under such circumstances. The girl had to tune it all out  in order to concentrate on her actions. It took awhile before she finally came to the point of climax and once in the thaws of her orgasm, the teen kicked her squarely between her open thighs before turning and leaving her on the floor squirming in her climax.

When it was over, Trent ordered the man he had placed in charge of his slave to remove her from the bar. The naked girl crawled on all fours across the bar room floor. Both men and the few non-slave women who where there, took the opportunity as she crawled through the crowd, to slap her ass, pinch her nipples or shove a finger up her open cunt. Never before had Pam felt such humiliation as they laughed at her situation. Everyone knew she was in trouble and would be punished soon. The slow crawl among “normal” people, fully clothed people, enjoying her humiliation gave the young slave a whole new perspective of what sort of life may be in store for her.

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As for Susan, her attitude as a slave had already changed dramatically over the past terrifying week in this Mexican town. She did everything she could to please and obey each and every man, woman or child who demanded anything of her. This was all done in the presents of her husband, who understood the situation but was still shocked at just how compliant and zealous his once sexually tentative wife was conducting herself. There was no way for the often caged, Bob Banks, to know that his loving wife had painfully learn time and time again how just the slightest of a violation could merit her brutal punishments. As a slave here, even if she did everything perfect, it was possible to receive punishment just because the men wanted to see her suffer.

But to Bob, he saw his beautiful blonde wife eagerly sucking cocks and balls, licking and kissing each dick fervently. When fucked, she not only readily open herself but fucked back like a crazed nymphomaniac on uppers and then begged to clean the cock that fucked either her cunt or ass. Could this be his Susan?

Both Susan and Pam spent 4 hours on the slave platform in the park that evening being fucked, whipped and sucking cocks. Both wore ring gags so they could not communicate with each other however, Susan did notice the hateful looks her niece would give her while she was being abuse. Susan knew it was her fault her niece was in this situation however by this point she was beyond simple guilt. Her niece’s, her husband’s and of course her own life was changed forever and she was in no position to change any of the past. All she could do was hope to make the next day, hell more like the next hour or next few minutes, slightly easier for them and hopefully her self too.

Just before being released for the night, several of the town’s women came upon the slave platform. Susan remembered a couple being extremely sadistic with her days before hand. Pam watched in both horror and with her own bit of vindictive satisfaction as theses women attached the dreaded bowling ball size weight to Susan’s nipple rings which stretched her over size nipples drastically downward before using a small cane to target the extended tits and nipples.

Susan’s cries and the women’s laughter was heard down the street. “American slut, you have no idea just how much pain you have in store for the rest of your life. You better learn to love such pain because you will get more of this than the pleasure you get from fucking our men’s cocks.” One of them said as they took turns caning the tender nipples and tits until there was no place on them that wasn’t severely bruised.

Once the women left the stage, Pam looked at her aunt’s bruised and swollen nipples. As a women Pam felt empathy knowing how horrible they had to feel but as a slave in her position, a position her aunt put her in, she also enjoyed seeing the heavy weight slowly swaying from her aunt’s tits. She waited all day to see this bitch suffer.

Both slaves were taken from the stage by different handlers. Pam went with some man who locked her in a cage behind Miguel’s warehouse while Juan came for Susan but with special instructions from Trent.

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Trent and Juan agreed tomorrow’s loser just had to be the slut Susan but Miguel informed Trent that once all the gladiator slut slave’s were in the arena nothing could be done in order to fix the fight. However he informed them, that is not to say an exhausted slut or a slut weaken by hours or perhaps a whole night of fucking could not be entered into the contest.

Their plans for Susan’s night along with Juan’s promised choice of an encumbrance for the punished slave should be assurance enough for Susan Bank’s date with El Largo.

The plan was quit simple. The fucking American slut slave would be obligated to live up to this name. Juan had solicited the eager assistance of a few of the resentful town wives. All Susan would be required to do would be to fuck herself upon a thick knobby dildo set in the floor of Miguel’s warehouse. They said if the slut likes fucking down here in Mexico so much they would give the whore a chance to do so all night. Of course there were a few little additions to her fucking requirement.

The moment Susan and Juan entered the back room of Miguel’s warehouse Susan tensed with apprehension while her pussy almost instantly began to mushroom  and open like a flower greeting the morning sun. Over the past weeks, Susan Banks had never felt such betrayal by her own body. With weeks of experience she easily could guess any kind of contraption with electrical wires and chains attached to it along with a thick knobby cruel looking dildo topping it meant more pain and yet her slut cunt seemed to be begging to mount and fuck it. Even her permanently hard nipples swelled even more. Whatever anticipation Susan might have had for a little rest looked to be hopeless. If she only knew just how right she was.

Standing next to the machine was one of the women she had encountered a few times over the week. She held a soft whip in her hand. The slave immediately resigned herself to accepting yet another whipping.

By the time Juan, with the assistance of the town woman, secured Sue upon the device, she already realized things would be worse than she’d thought. What she didn’t know is a slave like her could never know just how brutal they could be to such a slave.

The thick knobby dildo pulled, stretched and jammed into her cunt as she lowered herself down. It was painful enough with the 6 inched which impaled her but this was just the start. Juan attached thin cable lines to each of her nipple rings then led these lines down to rings she had not noticed imbedded into the floor boards. Both Juan and the women pulled on these lines forcing Susan to lower herself as much as possible to compensate for the downward tug of her nipples. With the dildo shoved deep with her cunt and the cables drawn directly downward rather then slightly outwards, Sue could not simply bend forward to relieve the tug of the cables but rather was forced to squat awkwardly.

Once the cables were secured in place Juan moved behind the slave and positioned some kind of rings on the pole that held the dildo. He showed the woman something and was obviously explaining how it worked while he locked the slaves wrists into cuffs behind her back.

The woman came in front of the American slave and spoke English to her. “Slut you like to fuck so much we figured it was time we fucked you. The cock in your dirty American cunt represents all our men’s cocks you took from us this week. And it will be a reminder of how we can make you pay in the future for stealing our men’s cum. This you say is not fair. That is not to matter. A slave here is less than one of the bitches roaming the street and yet you dare fuck our men. Hear me well slave. No one here cares the slightest what you might think is fair. You will be used as each feels they want. If our men want to fuck the slut they will and if we want to make you pay for taking their cum then you damn well will feel our fury for existing as a fuck slave. Then there are others like Juan here who will enjoy just giving you pain. It is all as it should be.”

Susan tried not to show her fear at what she was hearing. She knew there would never be a day here where a slave could win. Thank goodness with Trent ready to sell her, they would be leaving this depraved place soon.

Juan went to some sort of control box on the wall and turned a mechanical timer. Once more Susan felt the sting of zapping electricity within her cunt. She screamed but saw little way to avoid the jolting zaps. “Listen to me cunt.” The woman screamed above Susan’s moans and cries. “There is only one way to stop the electricity shooting up into your cunt and that is to rise up on the cock inside of your cunt. When you reach a point, it will turn off anywhere from 15 seconds up to 2 minutes”

Susan painfully pulled herself up which of course made her tug on her own nipples even more as she did so. Just as the woman explained, the torturous power stopped when she rose up a meager 3 inches. Meanwhile her tits and nipples were stretched downward as much. Susan once more spread her legs to lower herself to a point where she was not tugging on her own nipples.

Juan gave his adios, smiled at the blonde slave and left. “He has locked the control box with his key. No one can stop the timer.” She said just before another jolt sparked with Susan’s cunt. This time she immediately lifted up to stop the terrible pain. The woman waited until the slave stopped her whimpering before continuing. “Now that your cunt is full as you like it, start fucking or I will use this to help you.” She said holding the whip before Susan.

Susan did her best to comply and started fucking the thick knobby cock. The cables and restraints prevented her from being able to stand completely straight. She’d have to rely on holding herself up with her leg and thigh muscles in a wide squatting position but within a few minutes her hunched legs and thighs already were beginning to burn from the strain.

By fifteen minutes the slave could not determine what hurt more, the electrical shocks up and through her cunt, the yanking and pulling on her nipples and tits or her aching leg muscles. Suddenly another form of pain exploded across her ass. Swish, splat…. The woman behind her began beating the American slut’s ass as she shriek at the slave about how she stole her husband’s cum the last several night. With everything else, Susan’s ass received perhaps 20 or 30 lashes before the thick leather strap was tossed on the floor before the first of several infuriated women of the town had gotten her frustrations out on the blonde slave.

Over the next 6 hours, 8 more wives or girl friends added their layer of revenge not only to her ass but thighs and tits all the while she was forced to deal with Juan’s torture too.

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