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CHAPTER 41
( WELCOME TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE )
The most horrible wave of shame filled Bob as he sat in the company of some of the town’s women who were cheering while watching his wife’s sweaty body being stretched, stomped and pummeled upon out on the hot courtyard ground. The short leg tether she earn as another constraint after round 3 left her nearly totally helpless in the competition. Even a slight bump and Sue would stumble with no way of catching herself. Once on the ground, someone’s foot would step on one of the large nipple rings holding her down. After that it was a simple matter of another contestant placing her foot through the other ring and simply using their feet and legs they’d pull on Susan’s augmented and sensitive ringed nipples. Even a slave like Susan Banks who had endure so much over the past week could only handle so much pain to such a sensitive part of her body. During the final three rounds her fellow competitors actually prolonged the time of her torture before forcing her to give up. They would kick and pull her tits or force her legs open while a well placed spiked heel would grind away at her clit or ram up into her cunt but to the delight of the crowd they would keep her at a high pain threshold then back off slightly.
It was during these times, that one or another of the town women would begin playing with Bob’s cock either with her hand or lips. They kept him at a heighten state of arousal while they all watched his beautiful wife thrashing about in pain. True, he was cuffed and helpless but Bob could not help feeling ashamed to be so highly aroused by this stimulation but even more so by what he was watching. Over the course of the competition they managed keep Bob hard and excited for the full hour plus competition as well as bring him to two powerful climaxes. Something he never had achieved during any romantic sessions in bed with his wife.
Bob knew watching the female slut slave’s efforts to fight and being beaten into painful submission was a titillating realization. Only after coming down from the sexual maddening high did he realize his enjoyment came from witnessing his own wife’s suffering body, anguishing screams and cruel mauling she had just endured.
In a sexual fog, he watched as the battered body of his blonde wife was cruelly dragged face down through the blistering sand before being tossed into a horse water trough. Susan barely struggled as she sank into the water where she could have drown were it not for Juan pulling her up by the nipple rings and placing a wooden pole though them to hold her body up. This was where and how they would allow the loser to rest. Still secured with all the ropes and belt on her wrists, elbows and ankles, she could do nothing but remain in a half floating, half nipple dangling watery suspension. Yet, this wasn’t enough for the town’s women. They encouraged their husbands, boyfriends and others to piss on the loser’s face and in her mouth as she attempted to bring her head up for life sustaining air. Even Bob was forced to straddle the trough, shove his dick into his wife’s mouth and before they taking him away.
Susan choked several times when several heavy streams of urine kept on target down her throat, forcing her to swallow as much and as quickly as possible. Finally when she was left alone, the once normal suburban wife gathered her thoughts. She told herself this was almost over and life as someone’s slave has to be a hundred times better that this.
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Two hours passed in her so called rest period. While men and women drank and talked about the gladiator contest in several close by air conditioned cantinas. They only ventured out to relieve themselves on the woman floating in the smelly mixture of warm water and piss. At some point a battery operated cattle prod was placed next to the trough to encourage the floating urinal to fully cooperate and open her mouth wide for both men and women to piss down. She was forced to swallow so much piss that several times she had to add to the foul water by letting her own bladder empty.
In spite of all the discomfort and pain she was in, Sue found it in herself to chuckle when she thought of the many long hot bubble baths she had enjoyed. This however was the only kind of luxury bath a slave could anticipate.
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During Sue’s relaxation period the slave’s who earned demerits were awarded their lashes. None of the participants other than Pam and of course Susan had earned more than 20 lashes. Lottery winners were given the privilege of delivering these punishments.
With a little bribery, the young man who showed a liking to Pam acquired the rights to her 40 lashes. The young boy sat directly in front of Pamela who was tautly spread-eagled out between two support posts as one of his burley body guards held an eight cord leather flogger preparing to thrash her open body.
Even in this town, with whippings being a common event, few of these people hadn’t seen such an attack on a woman’s breasts as Pam was given. The blows rained down so hard that even Pamela’s newly engorged and ultra sensitized tits compressed under his powerful blows. Pam frantically screamed and cried for mercy from the boy who was obviously responsible for such a sadistic punishment.
Pam passed out by the 6th lash but was quickly revived to suffer further. She again nearly passed out after the 9th blow as the eight stands caught the underside of both tits with a quick vicious upward stroke.
After the tenth blow, she barely heard Miguel announce that this was the limit with such a whip upon a slave’s breasts. Then Miguel was interrupted by the boy who said she will take all 20 of her lashes on her fucken American utters. Miguel looked to the slave’s owner who simply nodded his head. The flogging continued.
Pam immediately began pleading for mercy. The boy stood up which temporarily stopped her whipping. “Never slut. A cocky American spoiled cunt like you will never receive mercy from me or anyone again. You are a slave who’s pain and suffering is only to excite cocks so they will dump their cum into or on you. “ The boy possessed an appearance of self-poise for his years. He grin at the beautiful older girl pleading in pain before everyone. “Money is far more influential than beauty.” he stated in an almost soft voice. “Money can afford one the pleasure of enjoying witnessing a young beautiful American cunt like you, scream and suffer. I enjoy knowing in your previous life you probably got whatever you wanted with your sexy looks, but now it will only earn you torture !” he nearly was whispering in her ear. “Continue harder !” he shouted as he sat back down in the chair.
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By early evening, it was time for the main event. There was a completely new ominous air about the town and its kinky occupants and guests. Even someone like Susan Banks, who had already dealt with such a variety of sadistic ordeals, felt a whole new frightful awareness. Some of the town folks, who had not been in one of the bars or at the punishment events, were making their way to the small park where many of the guests and slaves had already convene.
Susan had been given nourishment and more rest before Miguel, Juan and a few of the local men went with Bob to retrieve his wife for the last of the day‘s events. With her, scrapes, cuts and bruises worked on by Dr. Munos, Susan knew they wanted her to be as refreshed and responsive as possible to whatever they had planned for her.
“Take these.” Dr. Munos’ nurse ordered, handing Susan a cup of water and some pills.
Susan couldn’t care less what they were making her take. She didn’t think these people could do much more than they had already done. She was wrong again.
Susan thought she noticed a slight look of pity as she handed the empty cup back to the topless nurse. She was sure she wanted to tell her something but dared not speak. They placed a simple collar with a leash around Susan’s neck but without any other restraints other than her permanent nipple rings. Bob was made to lead his slut slave wife out into the street and down to the park where everyone awaited her.
The blonde’s heart began to pound when she saw all the cruel smirks on so many of their faces. In the center of the group was some sort of wooden frame bench. Neither Sue nor Bob could figure out what it was for. The frame looked sort of like a small saw horse used to blockage a road or hallway. The only difference was the back set of legs were extended way out to the sides and there was a pair of heavy wooden blocks on the opposite side of the frame.
Bob was forced to leave his wife. His wrists were cuffed behind his back. Someone unzipped his pants so his own wife could see how just much this excited him. Bob’s cock stood straight and hard as he too anticipated something cruel was about to happen to his wife.
Susan’s breasts rose and fell as they prodded her toward the wooden rack. She seemed to feel weak and yet very aroused along with being naturally panic stricken. One set of pills the nurse had given her was a type of muscle relaxant while the other was a very effective stimulant.
They forced Susan to bend at the waist until her stomach rested on the cross piece of the wooden horse. Her wrists were tied wide to the sides and outstretched. She felt a tugging on her nipple rings and soon both her nipples and tits were drawn downward and tied to a stake in the ground, Finally ropes were tied at her knees and these were pulled so she was forced wide open.
Some of the reason she felt so hot was because of the stimulate which was induced but she was a natural when it came to such exposure and helplessness.
Someone from the crowd announced Susan’s punishment for being the grand prize loser. One by one each individual there would be allowed to give the slut at least one of her 60 lashes. A long riding crop along with short leather thong whip was placed beside the wide open slave. Bob was brought over so Susan could suck his cock as they began to whip his wife. If at anytime she stopped or slowed her sucking, she’d get 10 additional lashes added to her total. But worse of all was if Bob came while she sucked him, they would start over from that point.
Bob felt total shame as his hard cock throbbed in his wife’s mouth while she pleasured him. In spite of his best efforts there was no way he could stop himself from cumming. Unfortunately for Susan, with all the climaxes he had been given that day he held out long than normal. It didn’t happen until her 34 lash. It was such a strong orgasm he actually stepped forward to shove his dick deeper down her throat. Several minutes after coming down from such stimulation did the fact hit him he personally merited his wife the additional lashes. Pam could not hold back a gleeful chuckle when it was announced. The whipping would begin all over again.
Poor Susan had no way of knowing why the whip and straps seemed so much more painful than she had experienced in the past. The nerve stimulant worked well.
More men used her mouth while she finally endured the 94 total striped across her ass, tits, thighs and back. Susan swallowed 8 loads of cum in the process.
As she gasped for air, dripping wet in her own sweat which also stung any open cuts, she heard someone announced it was time to introduce the puta to El Largo.
Susan tried as best to look up. She was sure she was about to see some huge man or something similar however to her surprise what she did see was Juan leading a pony out toward her. In spite of the pain that was radiating from her whipping, Susan nearly laughed when she saw the cute pony until she noticed something dark and thick swaying under it.
Someone in the group introduced the visitors to El Largo. He explained the animal was a mix between a pony and a miniature horse. Then he went on to inform the group that one common trait of miniature a horse is their abnormally large cocks in comparison to their size. He told them they could use one of the full size stallions however the slut wouldn’t be good for fucking ever again. Then he reassured the crowd, the slave would feel more stuffed and fucked than ever in her life and they would assure her ride would not be an enjoyable one for the grand prize loser.
El Largo was walked up behind the spread open slave. Pam was called over to have the privilege of guiding the animal’s huge cock in her aunt’s cunt. After all she was promised some part in her Aunt Susan’s torture. “It’s too big.” She stated questioningly as the pony’s dick pressed at her aunt’s cunt. They told her to proceed. She’d been given a muscle relaxant so her cunt would open enough to accept the huge shaft.
Inch by agonizing inch the cock of an animal entered into Susan’s Bank’s love canal. At first she fought it but with her tits and nipples pulled painfully downward she finally gave up fighting and only screamed to the delight of the mob.
Two men helped walk the pony forward using the blocks of wood on the other side to help support its front hoofs and steady the somewhat skittish small horse.
Everyone watched as the slave’s head bucked up and down while more and more cock rammed up into her until she felt the warmth of the horse’s balls up against her ass. Another man got down and clamped something around the pony’s cock. The horse kicked when it felt this but it was done. His cock would remain hard and erect until they removed the restraint around it. They didn’t worry much about animal’s right in this town. And of course what the animal was forced to fuck had no rights.
Quickly more men came around and worked ropes and straps around Susan’s arms, legs and body until she was repositioned the way they wanted her.
A strap went around the horse and Susan’s waist. Her armed were tied up and painfully behind her over the horse’s neck. Her legs were similarly drawn up and around the pony’s lower backside. Susan was basically tied hanging facing downward with her arms, waist, legs and ankles tied up around the body of the horse with his cock deeply impaling her cunt. One last addition was a pair of leaded ball weights attached to her nipple rings.
El Largo was released. Even with the weight of the woman under him the pony was stronger than any large dog. It began to buck. This made his cock pound deeper and more viciously into the slave’s cunt as there was no place for his fuck mate to go but ride under his bucking body. The bucking also caused the lead weights to wildly swing, yank and tear at her nipples. No one but Susan knew one of her earliest screams was from a massive climax. One of many during the time the horse continued to buck, trying to get what was under him off.
Susan couldn’t figure out why she had not passed out from the pain and exhaustion of being so brutally fucked. This too was one of the benefit’s of the drugs they had given her. She would not be allowed the comfort of unconsciousness.
That evening, Susan Bank’s surpassed the record by 2 hours for an El Largo ride. Not that she had a choice in the situation. She suffered as men and women, master’s and slave’s and mistress and slaves enjoyed a sexual orgy while hearing the screams of the suffering puta slave.
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Nothing could have awaken the woman on the drive back north. Not that Trent wanted one of the three bound companions awake. She remained in a state of exhaustion to nearly noon the following day. But even then she could move, her body and her cunt hurt so badly, that she dared not move from her cot in her cell.
At least I am out of there, she thought to herself. It’s over. I hurt but survived those sadistic bastards. Susan was aware Trent had a buyer for her and by this point, she felt slavery to another had to be better than what she had just experienced and suffered over the past few weeks in both the Mexican town and with Trent. She knew by now even pleasing Trent with complete obedience was no assurance she would not feel pain. It only avoided much worse suffering. She learn during her week in the Mexican town obedience or not she was destined for torture, not just simple pain or punishments.
Her mind went back to some of the terrible things they did with and to her and she found herself playing with her wet cunt. What have they done to me to make me react like this? What had she done to the lives of her niece and husband? This was not a sexual game but true slavery. The impact of the thought sent her over the edge. Trent watched her buck and quake in her orgasm. Even he couldn‘t believe it. He had to shake his head and smile as he watched her climax again.
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Two days later, both slaves knew something big was about to happen. Trent had left them alone most of the day but told them they were going on a little trip that evening. Trent had a little earn to run. He did not return from until 3:30 that afternoon.
Upon his return, Trent told Pam the money he received for her had been deposited into his accounts. She begged to stay with him and not sell her. He told her it was too late and informed her today would be the last time she would have a chance to pay back her aunt for putting her into this life. He let Pam prepare a shipping crate designed for human cargo. With total vengeance on her mind she chose twin shocker dildos for both ass and cunt. These would be activated if her aunt let up pulling on her nipple rings even the slightest which were connected to the trigger mechanism. She told her master she wanted the extra heavy springs so pulling back from the trigger would be more than just uncomfortable for her aunt She wanted Susan to have to cause herself down right pain to avoid even worse pain up in her cunt and asshole. Trent told her no one could hold off the trigger pulleys for very long so he planned on using a battery that would eventually run out in an hour or so. Pam pleaded with her master to use a much longer lasting battery.
“Are you sure that is all what you want?” he laughed at the young girl’s sadistic side.
“No, Master. If I may make one additional request.” she asked with a nasty look in her eyes. Once she is in the box and realizes just how difficult and painful the trip in it will be, could you use your little friends on her nipples and clit?”
Trent wasn’t sure what she meant.
“Those ants that cause so much pain. Can you imagine how terrible the trip will be with dealing with all that for a couple of hours plus she will have something that will last for days afterward so her new owner can enjoy her suffering.” Trent shook his head but prepared the shipping box as Pam had requested. The young teen was happy with her choices. She knew even her kinky aunt would not enjoy a moment in the crate with all that much to torment.
Pam watched her master as he went over to a cabinet. She could not see what he was doing but he returned to next to her holding a rag that had a strong smell coming from it. He placed the rag over her mouth and held it there.
Trent went to Susan’s cage and brought her to the main room. He chained her to a pole in the basement and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth then locked it in place. There was a wooden box, some straps and other paraphernalia laying around. There was her niece tightly restrained within the wooden crate. She appeared to be unconscious. Her mouth was heavily stuffed and taped completely. She was just beginning to regain consciences.
“Well this is the day slaves. You both have earned me a lot of money.” he said lightly slapping Pam on the cheek to make sure she was fully awake. “I figured it would be fun to be a bastard one last time and inform you of the situation from here on out.
“Susan, I want you to know I kept my promise and did not harm your husband. Well, not physically at least. He has been released way beyond a small town a good 100 miles south of the boarder. He has no money, no ID and only a skimpy pair of shorts on. I hope he doesn’t run into a gang of gays while he makes his way back to the town.” Trent laughed thinking about that.
“As much as he might love you, it will be very difficult for him to even consider trying to discover what happen to his niece and wife. You see I told Bob he has the lead suspect in the murder of Larry Parker.”
Susan’s eyes widen.
“No, I didn’t really kill anyone but Bob thinks so. And he also thinks the gun I gave him to hold on you the night of your supposed kidnapping has his finger prints on it. He I told him its in the possession of the police. I also told him the police know about your affair with Larry which gives him motive for killing Larry and perhaps why his wife may be missing. You see if Bob makes it back to the states alright, he’ll think he is wanted for murder and won’t risk contacting anyone. That coupled with the fact he is penniless, would make it almost impossible to even begin thinking of investigating what happen to his slut slave wife and niece let along have anything to go on. “ Trent snickered one more time. “Oh and one other thing. Bob has never seen my actual face. Anytime we were together, I had on some sort of disguise. Poor guy, even if he was stupid enough to turn himself in and tell the police his way out story of his wife’s slavery, he’d have to give the police 8 different descriptions of your abductor.”
Susan sighed, knowing there was little hope of Bob saving her. She wasn’t even sure he wanted her any longer after witnessing what she had been forced to do over the past weeks.
Trent then knelt down by the crate and spoke to Pam first. “You will be happy to know, the extra money I got from selling your ass allowed me to sell off your aunt to a cheaper group who will use her much worse than any single owner. She will be the community property of some 24 invertors who she will have to serve, obey and be subject to punishment when anyone one of them feels she had not satisfied their desires. So your life as a pain toy will be a breeze compared to your aunt’s.”
Pam liked what she heard but was panicked about waking up in the crate she help create. She let out a few muffled moans but it was all she could manage. Susan on the other hand was in horror at what he just announced. Tent looked at Susan. You are now the property of the town of Pais Infieno in Mexico. Loosely translated, as I’m sure you can attest to, it means pain hell.
Susan frantically fought the chains that totally held her helpless to the basement’s metal support pole. Even this bastard couldn’t send her there to a life of cruelty and torture there.
Trent looked down at his other slave who seem to have a look of satisfaction in her eyes. “That’s the good news. Now the bad news depended on just how cruelly you wanted your aunt punished during her delivery. You see, you are in the crate you helped me prepare this morning. You will suffer whatever you intended on giving your aunt. However instead of this shipment taking 2 hours for delivery to Mexico, I’m afraid you will have to endure a 28 hours delivery journey in there. The sultan’s son could have opted for an express delivery of 12 hours but he wanted to introduce you to the good life as his American toy. I hope you have a pleasant journey and life, slut.” he said before reaching behind him and opening the jar containing the bullet ants. Pam screamed into the gag when she felt the tiny bites on each nipple and her clit. It wasn’t the bite but knowing what to expect next. Trent completed attaching the heavy springs to her nipples before connecting the battery leads which would zap her cunt and ass for most of the entire journey. It was what she wanted. He finished off nailing the lid closed before rendering Susan unconscious with the chloroform.
The men, who the sultan was sending to transport the box, would be there in less than an hour. Then he had the piece of meat, once known as Susan Banks to deliver to his friends in Mexico before boarding a plan and taking a month or so off before checking out his next acquisition.
“It’s good to be the slaver. Definitely not the slave.” said to himself.
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In the real world of a slut slave, the fantasy life of endless thrills and orgasms usually doesn’t exist. Unfortunately for Susan Banks and her niece Pamela Powel, they would be slave objects. One, the punishment channel for a group wives and women who envied her looks and body and only now had a means to vent such frustrations. The other would be a suffering symbol of what one young man’s upbringing has taught him was all wrong in this world.
For Robert Banks, life of course would never be the same. It would take years to create a new identity and acquire enough money just to sustain a life on the run. In spite of his guilt feelings, there weren’t many a night he didn’t get off recalling the memories of his wife’s sufferings or thinking of what possibly could be happening to her that night. Sure he felt even more guilt when he wiped the cum off his hand and cock but he just couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t deny that his wife ever looked sexier or hotter than when she was cruelly restrained and being fucked and whipped at the same time. Many nights Bob turned to alcohol to block out those tantalizing visions.
Life however was good for Trent Williams. With his recent income from the sales of two spicy inventory pieces, he could afford to acquire more upscale merchandise. His dealings with the sultan had set him up with a whole new cliental base. He had 4 advanced orders to fill. It was great not to have to worry about marketing them however the requirements were that they all must be well to do American wives. The kind of women who were use to luxury even at the expense of lower class people. And of course they had to be sexy and hot. Their new owners wanted to feel that these slaves who might have used their looks to gain a leverage to get to such a status would be much more fun to degrade and own.
Surprisingly, Trent had little trouble locating such merchandise and was awaiting 27 year old Mrs. Cindy Kern to join him on a boat supposedly to pose nude for some photos she thought would be a great gift to give her 50 year old husband. She had planned on this gift to sway his decision with letting her take a trip with a few girl friends in Europe next month. Of course Cindy thought the photographer, a Thomas Slaver his card read, had a great idea of keeping the whole photo session and her plans a secret from her husband. He assured her an unexpected gift like this would have much more of an impact. Cindy agreed. “Someone’s going to be real surprised tomorrow!” she thought to herself as stepped out of the cab that was dropping her off at an isolated dock just outside of Seattle. “I’ll bet this old fart photographer never has photographed a body like mine.” she told herself as she strutted toward the wharf in her $2000 Armani blazer and mini skirt.
THE END
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