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*Shannon’s Decent into Slavery*
By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Note: This is a work of sexual fantasy. In no way does the author support the ugly reality of human trafficking. Everyone in this story is a work of fiction.
This is my first attempt at a short story. English is not my forte so pardon my many grammatical errors. This isn’t the sort of story that I can ask those that know me personally to proof read! To be honest, it makes me wince a little to read. Not because of the dark sexual content but just the poor writing. It’s a bit silly but I’m grateful for the instant ability to publish for others that the internet provides. I would love to hear your comments or criticisms.
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Chapter 1
The office was warm and stuffy with little pleasantries. An air conditioning box against the wall vainly attempted to push back the humid heat coming from outside. The walls were cracked, the paint fading. Outside the door, somewhere down the tiled hallway, a radio played some Middle East music. On the wall hung the photo of the some Arab leader who Shannon assumed was now dead. She had seen him before, in person and was surprised to see his photo up on a wall. She didn’t know at the time she met him how important he was. Rich maybe, but not a man important enough to have his photo on an office wall. She tugged at the clothes given to her. They still felt strange, itchy. Shannon tugged on them as she sat on the metal folding chair in the middle of the room.
The door opened. A woman in military fatigues walked in holding folders. She looked down at Shannon with concern. “I’m sorry this room isn’t that comfortable. We’re setting up a place for you now that will be better. Do you want some water?”
Shannon shook her head back and forth. The woman sighed. “Are you ok?”
Shannon looked at the floor. How could she even begin to answer that question? What was ok?
The woman sat down on another folding chair. “You’re ok now,” she said, placing her hand on Shannon’s arm. “You’re safe now. We’re going to take you home.”
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Three years earlier, Shannon was the computer nerd of the family. Her young body had blossomed but glasses, a fondness for video games and comic books and a teen’s awkwardness kept her in the realm of computers and books instead of popular friends, sports and parties.
Her mother had little time and little interest in computers which is why, when her Uncle gave her his old laptop after he upgraded to a newer one, Shannon jumped at the chance and quickly developed the skill set needed to run and operate a personal computer.
She placed it at her desk in her loft room upstairs. She didn’t have broadband internet connection but a quick scan of the wireless showed at least two neighbors that did, both being unsecured. The signal was weak but she was able to latch on to one and began her exploration of the World Wide Web.
She was on her laptop all the time. She started with video games and then moved on to the internet. What little time her mother was home was enough for her to peak in and wonder why her daughter had become so industrious with her studies. Behind the screen though, Shannon was discovering the art of the web search. She quickly found Facebook. She liked the numerous games she could play. Her farm in Farmville was massive and productive. Her other journeys would take her to Google and she would often search for various things that interested her. Her path eventually took her to down a darker route and she began to nervously check out adult web sites.
The first graphic shots of carnal sex were enough to start a small fire in her belly. Her eyes wide, her face flush, glancing nervously at the door before proceeding, she clicked to the next photo. Penis plunging into vagina. She didn’t understand all of it at first but the butterflies that danced around in her belly pushed her father into the darkness of the internet. Her mother never taught her the birds and the bees. The internet filled that void of knowledge with a torrent of images and information.
Hours were spent hunched over her laptop, only interrupted by her two large dogs that occasionally lumbered in, wondering why Shannon no longer paid attention to them. Shannon kindly led them out of her room and then shut the door. The dogs, Sulla and Brutus, usually laid down dejectedly at the door and waited for the hour that Shannon would come out and play with them.
Facebook allowed her to communicate with various people, including her best friend, Tracy. She surfed her other friend’s pages and found a satisfying outlet that was normally denied her because of her shyness. Her daily routine never altered. If her Mom was at work, which she generally was in the evening, Shannon surfed her Facebook site for a bit and then moved on to the adult porn, imagining herself as the woman being violated and used. Fantasies developed from kissing to fondling to being bent over a desk as a man pushed his engorged cock into her.
Imitating many of the women on the small screen in front of her, Shannon learned that while watching these videos, the feeling was enhanced by running her finger up and down her own pussy, spreading the wetness inside of her around, and rubbing the swollen nub at the top. Her first orgasm blew her mind and it only made her hungry for more. She masturbated two, sometimes three times a day. Sometimes while looking at porn on the computer, others while in bed, her mind filled with fantasies of men ravishing her.
Two years passed and her curiosity turned into an addiction to porn, a daily ritual of surfing for the best photos and masturbating herself to satisfaction. Her breast ripened on her chest, going from small Bs to small C cups.
One night, as winter came, and days became dark and cold, she found herself at her computer with just a long, oversized t-shirt on. Her feet were comfortably snuggled into fuzzy slippers. It was a Saturday morning and her mother had spent the night at a friend’s. Mother wasn’t around much these days. Either working or just out, she was rarely home. So Shannon played on the computer. Tracy chatted with her on the instant messenger, chatting about another Facebook game. Tracy was addicted to a number of them. She told Shannon of another chat program, one that had chat rooms dedicated to the latest game that Tracy was engaged in.
Shannon located the program online and clicked to download. As the program began to load, a series of frantic barking came from outside. Shannon got up and looked out the window. Brutus and Sulla were running frantically back and forth along the, barely standing chain link fence. Shannon peered through the frost covered glass to try and find the source of the dog’s agitation. It was another dog, slightly smaller than the Labrador/aikido mix that made up the shared blood of Sulla and Brutus. The strange dog looked on curiously from the bare winter woods. Shannon figured it must have been one of the neighbor’s dogs.
Sulla jumped up onto the fence and it gave way, pushing an edge of the fence down into the snow. Mom’s going to be pissed, Shannon thought. Both dogs jumped over and chased the strange dog. Shannon looked back at her laptop. The loading bar was slowly inching higher. She sighed and looked back to the scene outside. The strange dog had run around to the other side and was now cornered by her two dogs. There was frantic barking, growling and suddenly, Sulla was on the strange dog’s back, his paws wrapped tightly around the dog, his hips pumping wildly into the dog’s rump. Shannon thought they were fighting at first.
Sulla growled and the girl dog stood still. Brutus on the other hand, jumped about, barking. Shannon’s eyes were wide, watching the scene unfold below her. Poking out of Brutus’s sheath was the red tip of his cock, something Shannon only saw sometimes when Brutus was sitting down. Sulla pumped furiously for a few seconds more, then slowed and held himself against the girl dog. Brutus suddenly jumped up and tried to mount the two dogs. Sulla jumped off and there was a loud yip and squeal from the girl dog. Sulla was tied to the bitch and stood facing the opposite way of her. Brutus circled the two, his tongue hanging out.
Shannon had never seen anything like this before. She watched transfixed. Brutus tried jumping on the tied bitch again, spooking Sulla who jumped forward, causing another loud high pitched whine and then Sulla was suddenly out. Shannon leaned forward, not believing what she was seeing. Sulla cock was hanging out, swollen, bright red, dripping semen. She could see the veins on the large knot from high up where she watched. It was huge, so heavy it was hanging straight down.
Brutus was quick. He jumped on the bitch’s back and started humping her furiously. Sulla took a couple steps away and plopped down in some leaves. He sniffed his cock and licked it.
Shannon felt that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She stood in front of the window, watching Brutus taking his turn. She could feel the cold air coming off the glass, colliding with her hot skin. Her hand ran up her bare leg, pushing under her t-shirt and running over her panty covered mound. She could feel her lips through the cotton fabric and the wetness seeping through them. She pushed her hand down the top of her panties and slipped a finger past the soft pubic hair then between the lips. She couldn’t believe how wet she had gotten.
“What is wrong with me?” she thought. She pushed her finger against her clit and moaned, bending forward, pressing her head against the window.
Brutus had stopped humping now but held on to the bitch, his cock buried deep in her. Shannon slid her finger up and down, pushing through the warm wetness and then rubbed around the top again. Then her legs shook, she crouched and moaned as her finger pushed her into an orgasm.
She held her finger tight against herself as waves of pleasure exploded through her. She leaned back with her free hand, crouching lower, and then sat down on the bare wood floor while keeping her finger pushed against her quivering pussy. She slowly removed her finger and caught her breath on the floor. When she got up and glanced out the window, the strange dog was gone. Both of her dogs lay on the ground.
Her lust satisfied for the time being, she spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the program and exploring the hundred of chat rooms available. She enjoyed talking to strangers about anything. It was so anonymous. There was no judgment on her, just words on a screen. She multitasked by gossiping with Tracy on the other program. She was addicted.
One day, Tracy started to surf through the different chat servers and through the endless list of rooms until one particular one caught her eye. “BDSM - Sex Slaves.” There were hundreds of sex rooms, with most of them filled with bots that did nothing but spam her, but this one room gave her a little twang of pleasure when she read the words “sex slaves.”
She entered the room, the butterflies beginning to flutter in her stomach again. A few chat requests popped up which she answered but she also remained cautious. Most started with “ASL?” and when she answered honestly, they didn’t reply back. She liked the attention though and kept at it.
One conversation stood out from the others. Someone named “SlaveTrader2010” peaked her interest. He seemed intelligent and friendly.
“What brings you to this room little one?” SlaveTrader2010 asked.
“Curious. What is this room about?” Shannon typed.
“It’s for girls who crave to be slaves and men and women who want to acquire slaves,” SlaveTrader2010 responded.
Shannon paused, biting her bottom lip as she treaded into new territory. “I thought slavery was illegal“
“It is sometimes, but sometimes people give themselves up to be slaves. Sometimes it just happens. It’s the natural order of life.”
“What does BDSM mean?” Shannon typed.
“Bondage and Sadomachoism.”
Shannon stared intently at her keyboard, typing slowly “Sorry for the all the questions – but what is that?”
“Can I send you some photos? It’s easier to show you.”
“Sure.”
SlaveTrader2010 began to send Shannon photos. The first few were of women naked and tied up, some in intricate rope knots. Shannon stared at them and slowly clicked through each one. She looked at one where the woman’s breast were tightly tied, squeezing the breast, pushing them out, discoloring them. Shannon felt her own nipples swell and rub against the fabric of her shirt.
“That is bondage,” SlaveTrader2010 typed.
He sent some more. Women with clamps on their nipples, women getting whipped, women with their mouths filled with rubber gags. Shannon looked at each one, studying them. She felt her heat rising again so she pushed herself off the chair and pulled off her panties. She opened her legs and pushed her hand under her shirt, stroking herself softly as she opened each new photo.
SlaveTrader’s IM popped up in the window. “What do you think?”
Shannon took her hand out from between her legs and wiped it on her shirt before she typed.
“These are wild,” she typed. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest.
There was a long pause, then SlaveTrader next comment came in with a chime, “Are you touching yourself?”
Tracy paused before she answered. She thought about lying then decided to be honest. She was confident that he didn’t know who she was. She typed in her answer. “Yes.”
“You need to ask permission before you pleasure yourself, understand?” he typed.
“Why?” Shannon asked.
“Because I am a Master,” he responded.
Shannon wasn’t sure what that meant exactly. She was hesitant to respond. He continued. “I am a Master and you are just a girl. You must show respect.”
Shannon replied with a simple “ok.”
Slave Trader’s message popped up with a chime. “It’s ‘Yes, Sir’, not ‘ok’.”
Ok, this guy is formal, but ok. She then typed “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl” was his response.
Shannon felt a weird sense of pride and arousal. She moved her finger faster.
“Do you have a webcam?” he asked.
Shannon looked at her laptop. She didn’t realize it before but there was a small camera at the top of the screen. She typed “no,” then paused. She hit the delete key and typed the word “yes.” Then she hit the delete key again and typed “yes, I think so, Sir.” She hit return.
“Do you have a messaging program?” SlaveTrader asked.
“Yes.” She typed out the program that she used.
“What’s your account name?”
Shannon thought about it for a second. Then figuring she was still anonymous on internet, she wanted to see where the conversation was going to go. She typed in her name and hit enter.
There was no response. Shannon went back to one of the photos. It was of a woman tied to a wooden bench. A man was holding her head up by grabbing a fistful of her hair and was shoving his cock down her mouth. Shannon returned to rubbing her herself.
A message came up on yahoo for SlaveTrader2010 to add her as a friend. Shannon breathed in, excited by all of it. She clicked “add SlaveTrader2010 as a friend.”
“Hello Shannon.” His words popped on Yahoo.
“Hello,” she typed.
A message came up asking if SlaveTrader2010 can view Shannon’s webcam. She paused again, uncertain. SlaveTrader2010 typed “Click ‘yes’.” She clicked yes. A dark window appeared then lit up, revealing an image of an older man sitting at a keyboard. He had a grey, handlebar mustache and long, thick grey hair.
He spoke “Hello Shannon.”
Shannon began to type “I can see you.”
“If you speak, I should be able to hear you,” he said, his voice deep.
This is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this. Shannon looked nervously at her door, mentally checking if her Mom was home or not. She plugged in her headphones and put them on, then glanced back at Slave Trader.
Slave Trader smiled and spoke. “Do you live with your parents?”
Shannon typed “Yes. Just my Mom but she’s not home right now.”
Slave Trader was in reality named Tom and he did exactly what his name implied. He couldn’t believe his luck. His cock was rock hard, nearly bursting out of his boxer shorts, just out of view of the camera. He was being very careful. It was hard to get this far and this was the key moments to draw in his prey. The first interactions were the ones were the girls were most likely to take flight. “You are very beautiful.”
Shannon blushed and smiled. She typed “You can see me?”
Tom smiled and Shannon found him to be very charming. “I can. You don’t want to talk?”
Shannon typed “no…I never used the cam before. I rather type.”
Tom laughed “Shy. That’s ok. It’s also ok to be curious about this stuff. If you have any questions you can ask. So you liked the photos?”
She looked at one in the corner of her screen. It was a close up of breast tied up, the girls arms tied behind her back. Her hair was in a pony tail and the pony tail was tied to hands behind her back. Shannon typed “Yes.”
Tom looked stern “Remember Shannon, it’s ‘Yes, Sir’, even if you are typing it.”
Shannon quickly typed “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Which one is your favorite one?”
She flipped through them and typed “It’s hard to pick one. I guess this one with the girl with the leather hood.” In the photo a girl was hanging from the wall. She had a leather hood over her head with only a zipper for the mouth. The rest of her was nude. I shouldn’t like these.
“Good girl…You were touching yourself, correct?”
Shannon blushed and typed “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. I want you to continue.”
Shannon turned even a deeper shade of red and stared at the screen.
Tom saw her reluctance and spoke in a deeper, slower tone. “Lift your shirt girl and put your hand between your legs.”
Shannon slowly obeyed.
“Lift your shirt higher,” he ordered her.
Shannon couldn’t believe this was happening. She obeyed and put her finger between her legs. Her hand was shaking. It was almost like having sex with him watching her.
“Good girl. Now start to play with yourself.” Tom couldn’t see Shannon’s cunt but knew it was a matter of time. Now it was important to get her worked up. They key was to pleasure the mind, so that pleasure was associated with talking to him, obeying him.
Shannon slipped her finger between the warm folds of skin, feeling her wetness that was nearly leaking out of her.
“Have you ever done this before online?” he asked.
Shannon stopped to begin to type but Tom jumped in. “Don’t type. Say it out loud so you don’t have to stop.”
Shannon whispered “No.”
Tom was stern again, “No what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. I can hear you fine. Keep touching yourself.”
Shannon continued to pleasure herself. She closed her eyes, enjoying the velvet feel of her sex and the moistness between her lips.
“Now Shannon, take your left hand and lift up your shirt.”
Shannon obeyed, lifting the shirt up, her hand still rubbing her sex.
“Good girl, higher now, over your breast.”
She lifted the shirt up. Tom looked into the screen, impressed. Solid C cups with large nipples. “Now take your left hand and cup your breast.”
Shannon cupped her breast. She was breathing hard now, nearing the edge. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Stop!” Shannon stopped her hand, looking up at the screen. “Do not come without my permission.”
Shannon didn’t move. “Do you want to come?” Tom asked.
“Yes Sir,” Shannon whispered.
“Then ask me for permission to come.”
Shannon swallowed “Sir…can I come?”
“Good girl. Now pinch your left nipple.”
Shannon pinched the flesh softly.
“Now you may come.”
Shannon whimpered as she pushed harder with her finger and her sex shuddered. Spasms of pleasure rippled through her. She cried out, her eyes closed. Her toes curled as she orgasmed harder and longer than she ever had before.
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