To Obey
by Fire-Bird
Chapter 58 "The Prize"
The dogs howled. They wanted to get on with the chase. They pulled
desperately at their leashes. John held the biggest dog. Foam appeared
at it's lips. Sharp teeth appeared from behind it's lips as it snarled.
"Steady boy! Steady!" he called to the dog. The dog looked around at the
other dogs. It growled at them and a couple of them put their heads down
in submission.
"Three more minutes people." yelled out John. Ivy stood beside John. She
looked out over to the forest. She saw some of the slaves dash between
the trees. She smiled. They were not going to get far if they don't run
further than that. She always loved the chase.
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"Fucking Screw-Fiddles!" screamed Jody Basket. She had fallen into a
blackberry patch. She couldn't even reach down to pick the thorns out of
her legs and thighs. The bottom of her feet were raw and tender from
stepping on stones, rocks and in one case, a wasp.
The Screw Fiddle is a head and hand cuff. Two pieces of wood were joined
at the end by a hinge. Both halves of the wood were put side by side where
three holes were made. One for the neck and two for the hands. The two
halves were joined together with a lock at the other end of the fiddle
making it impossible for the captive to do anything but run or walk.
Right now, all the girls were running. Cindy Winslow came back to provide
moral support for Jody as she got up. Both girls ran on through the trees.
Jody slowed to a halt breathing heavily. "I can't run any further. I need
to rest."
Then she heard the horn blowing to signal the release of the hounds.
She swallowed. "Rest's over. Let's fucking move!"
Cindy could barely keep up with Jody as she sprinted along the tree line.
The barking got louder as the girls came to a fence. Cindy turned as she
heard a scream from one of the other slaves. The screams got stronger.
"What is happening to those other girls?"
"Fuck knows. But I ain't waiting to find out." said Jody. She took off
further along the tree-line. Cindy ran too. She looked over her shoulder
and caught the white eyes of John's dog as it leaped a fallen.
It growled in it's hot pursuit.
'Only way to beat this one is to out run Jody.' thought Cindy. She knew it
was a cowardly thing to do but she wasn't about to be attacked by a dog.
Especially this one.
Cindy ran close to Jody and kicked at her ankle. Jody went ass over tit.
She landed flat on her back. "What the fuck!" she screamed as Cindy ran
past. She got to her knees when she heard the growling behind her.
The dog was three metres away when leaped. Jody stared up into it's big
red eyes as it closed in on her. The last she saw was it's large paws as
it crashed into her.
Cindy turned back to see a tangled mess of dog and Jody on the ground.
The dog recovered instantly and ran behind Jody. As she rolled onto her
knees the dog mounted her. Jody screamed as it's large hot throbbing
penis pushed past her cunt lips and started rutting her. It's paws dug
into her back leaving long trails of scratches.
Cindy turned and ran on. She knew she was the winner but she had to evade
capture for a while yet.
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"Thank you everyone. I have the pleasure of announcing the winner of the
raffle. First prize is the services of our best slave. She is in prime
condition and has been with the school since we accepted her as a student
over three years ago. She is a master in cock-sucking, cunt-licking, anal
fucking and in many other skills. So without further a due please can I
have the holder of ticket number ..."
JT made a bit of a show of trying to locate the piece of paper in his
pockets. From his view he could see various people in the crowd secretly
urging him to hurry up.
With a smile he pulled out the piece of paper and showed it to the crowd.
"Number thirteen! Does anyone have number thirteen please?"
A murmur rolled through the crowd as everyone looked at each other for the
raffle winner. JT scanned the crowd but no one seemed to have the winning
number. Then suddenly a voice called out from the back of the crowd.
"Yahoo! Found it!"
JT focused in on the voice. Paul Winslow moved his way through a small
applause to the stage. Paul shook hands with JT and told him his name.
"Congratulations to Paul Winslow!" he called out to the crowd.
Ivy was standing beside the odd shaped tent. Occasionally something under
it moved. A number of people had wondered what sort of condition the slave
was in when the cover was removed.
Ivy beamed a smile to the crowd and in one move pulled off the cover. All
eyes fell onto Jenny. She was tied kneeling down on a small table. Her
arms tied behind her back and also had a gag in her mouth. A rope was tied
around her neck with a large concrete block pulling her backwards. From
Jenny's position she could look at the crowd upside down.
Paul Winslow gave Ivy a small kiss on the cheek and looked over his prize.
He reached over and pinched her nipples hard. Jenny gave a slight moan
into her gag but Paul wanted more. He wanted to please the crowd.
He pulled off Jenny's gag then gripped the rope holding her neck and the
block and slowly pulled down. Muscles tensed in Jenny's legs as she tried
to keep her back from snapping in half. Her breasts stuck straight up in
the warm afternoon air.
Jenny quickly screamed. The crowd whistled and urged Paul on. They loved it.
Tears filled up in her eyes from the strain. Paul held her there for a few
more seconds and then let go of the rope.
"So what will you do with her?" asked JT to Paul and the crowd.
Paul smiled. "She will pay for being a fucking slave!"
The crowd whistled and clapped. They thought that was an okay response.
Paul thanked JT while Ivy released Jenny from the table. She made sure she
untied the rope around her neck last.
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Jenny lay on top of Melissa and Cindy lay on top of Sharon in the trunk
of Dave Andrews's car. Both Paul and Dave were in the front seats. The
back seat was empty but if you're a slave owner, you've got to set a
good example.
Dave quickly ran over some cattle stops. The echoes of pained shrieks and
yells from the girls made the perfect ending to a great day.
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A few days later a very pregnant Ann Winslow arrived in Hong Kong. She woke
up and realized she was in a large shipping crate. They had starved her
before they shipped her out and at the last minute gave her food. Obviously
the food was drugged.
The crate was totally dark. She could feel hay beneath her feet. Cuffs
held her ankles and hands together. Her head pounded from a headache. She
lay her head back in the hay and waited. It was only then she realised her
ass hole felt really tender. She tried to shift into a more comfortable
position in the hay. The hay was very dry and broke easily as she moved.
Something touched her leg. Ann didn't move. She lay perfectly still. She
felt fingers probe and searched their surroundings. The fingers then
pinched her skin. Ann gritted her teeth but a small sound emitted from
her throat.
"Hey! She's awake!" yelled the voice. Ann startled. The voice was right
by her feet. She tried to get up but hands grabbed her arms and legs.
She was flipped over onto her back.
"Remember." came the voice. "She's got a kid so only the ass hole."
Ann felt fingers check the location of her rectum and they were quickly
replaced by a sizeable cocks. She screamed into the hay as the cocks rode
her like a horse.
A few hours later the door opened. Ann blinked at the flash light as it
sweeped across the crate. She was still lying on her front. She caught
her first glimpse of her unseen rapists. They were all boys, none of them
older than fourteen.
She was roughly pulled by her hair to her feet. The torch was directed at
her face and pain shoot through her eyes to her brain. Ann tried to look
away but the hand holding her hair gripped tighter. She could hear the
sounds of the boys as they were pulled out of the crate into the darkness
of the night.
"Ah. You're the slut who got preggos three times. Bad luck bitch. Now
you're mine and so will be your new born bitch!"
The torch was lowered. Ann looked through slit eyes at her captive.
"John? Is that you?" she asked.
The punch to her face answered her question.
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