CHAPTER 28
(THE PERFECT SALES PRESENTATION)
Trent
allowed Susan a full day to rest. When he came down with food he quizzed her
about the pain level remaining in the areas where she had been bitten. It surprised him when she related that all
there areas were still too tender to even touch and this was nearly 28 hours
afterwards. Of course he reached and grabbed a nipple to verify if she was
faking. Her blood curdling scream and natural recoil pretty much confirmed her
statement. “What about that ass and cunt, slut?” Susan admitted the rawness had
dwindled to just an irritation. “Good. This evening when I bring your dinner,
you will present yourself for an ass fucking. You will plead and beg for it. If
I agree you will position yourself over that table and I don’t care how much
that hurts your tits because you will want to do anything to please me now,
won’t you slut?”
“Yes Master, anything.” Susan’s
response wasn’t just said because she knew he wanted to hear it but after
enduring such pain a day ago she was more than ready to do anything to avoid a
repeat or his threat of enhancing the torture with whips and other things.
Trent
was impressed on just how fast this slave accepted her fate in comparison with
many of the others. He wondered if it was because of the brutal pain from the
bullet ants or the warning if she didn’t comply, her husband would suffer along
with her. Or was she just jerking his chain in hopes of some possibility of
escape. He quizzed her further with the caution her answers better be truthful
or they’d both suffer. Once again how she expressed herself and the detail she
used convinced Trent
she was telling him the truth. She told him she obviously feared such cruel
pain but she also admitted she must be sick because she can’t deny that in
spite of her suffering she got off on it and has been horny most of the time
since her kidnapping. It was because of this constant horniness that she
discovered she couldn’t touch herself this morning. Susan blushed when she
realized he understood what she meant by that. Susan admitted she could stand a
lot of pain but she was having a hard time imagining her husband suffering so
much because of her. She’d be willing to take twice as much if he’d spare Bob.
“It don’t work that way, slut. Oh you’ll get punished but so
will he. And he will know it’s because of you.” Trent added for good measures. Susan nodded
and Trent knew
using a loving partner while keeping them apart and unaware of the other’s
situations was the most potent of his tools. Perhaps he would focus more on
couples in the future rather than the single girls which he had enslaved in the
past.
“You have just told me you will do anything, right?”
“Yes Master.”
“From now on, if and only if I allow you to speak to the
camera or if your husband is present, you will refer to him only as you fucker.
Is that perfectly clear slut?”
Susan nodded. She was shocked.
“Say it now.” He demanded.
“You fucker, you son of a bitch.”
She replied.
“Very good slut. Remember I catch
you not saying this, by trying to be nice it will cost you both.”
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Trent
also left Bob lone since he had little need for him at present. Bob would be
only fed once a day. This would give him enough nourishment to sustain him but Trent needed him in a
weaker state than slut. Besides a tired weaken appearance would be more devastating
to slut who he really needed to perform well over the next few weeks.
When Trent
visited Bob he got the remaining details of his niece’s return. Yet again with
the intimidation of further torture to his wife, Trent got more detail about Pam and why she
disliked Susan. “You have told me time and again Pam dislikes Susan. Does she
actually hate her?” Trent
asked Bob.
Bob hesitated, nodded and finally answered he thinks so. He
confessed a couple of times she told him how she hated how she treated her like
a child or wouldn’t let her do what she wanted. Trent replied that this is normal for a teenage
girl. Bob then surprised Trent
when he said Pam somehow blames Susan for the accident that took her parent’s
life. “How so?” Trent
asked.
“According to Pamela, her parents were arguing in the car.
It was about her mom and Susan. Something trivial but the argument got out of
hand and she said her dad wasn’t paying attention to the road. He went through a
red light. I’ve never told Susan about this because I think it would devastate
her. But no matter how far Susan has gone out of her way for Pamela she always
felt bitterness. Finally she decided she’d just bring her up with her rules and
when she gets old enough she can go on her own. That attitude has seemed to fester even more contempt from Pam.”
Interesting, Trent
thought to himself. Bob could be saying all this in hope that he would not go
after the young girl if he thought I figured there wasn’t a binding protective
connection between them. Or if all this was true, it could be interesting.
Either way, it didn’t make much difference to Trent. This girl was a loose end and could
not be allowed to be free.
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Bob was hungry and tired when the TV screen came alive that
evening. He sat up on his mattress and looked over to the screen. The camera
was focused on his wife. Bob first noticed how her nipples were a bright pink
and appeared to still be somewhat swollen but nothing like the last time he saw
her. “Please master would you please fuck this slut’s ass?” he heard her say. Trent entered the
picture. His dick was out of his pants and Susan appeared to be extremely eager
to get at it.
“An ass fucking would be nice slut. Do you mind if your
husband watches? He doesn’t have anything better to do right now.” Susan
glanced at the camera but didn’t want to look right at it while she was
degrading herself like so. “How do your tits feel, slut?”
“They still hurt some Master but I want you to fuck me anyway.”
She replied and went to the table, bent over it as previously instructed. Susan
plainly grimaced when her weight pressed on her tits. Bob watched as Trent applied some lubricant
to and in her asshole. He didn’t even realize he had grabbed his crotch as he
watched his wife about to be ass fucked.
Trent
entered her ferociously. Bob could tell his cock was larger than his own and
could only imagine how it felt. He knew in the past Sue had told him to go slow
and easy the few times he had fucked her ass but now she was begging to be
fucked and seemed to really enjoy his rough treatment. “Yes… yes fuck this slut
Master.” She screamed as Trent
picked up the pace. In truth, with the pain of her swollen tits rubbing on the
table and the savage fucking she was getting excited but not to the degree that
she was portraying. Trent
grunted as he picked up his tempo. “I’m going to cum slut. Get down and take my
cock in your mouth for your master cum.” Susan quickly got up and knelt in
front of him. She noticed and could detect some of her own filth on his cock
from her ass. She had to fight herself to open her mouth and take it in her
mouth enthusiastically.
This was much different than any blowjob she had ever done
before. She had been forced to suck more than a few foul tasting cocks recently
but this was disgusting to her. Still she knew the consequences and went about
her business.
Trent
shot thick streams of cum, holding her head up against his crotch as he took
pleasure in his power over this slut. Susan desperately tried to ignore what
she knew she was tasting besides this cock’s cum. “Lick me clean.” she heard
him say while he still held her by the hair. Susan dutifully obeyed. She kept
licking when he moved up so she could clean his balls and all
of his shaft with her tongue. Finally when he felt it was enough he
whispered for her to address Bob. She hesitated just a second as she thought what he
wanted before remembering what she had been told that afternoon.
She looked at the camera. Her eyes starting
to weld up with tears as she said, “You fucker. You
son of a bitch.”
Trent
raised his foot and kicked the kneeling woman over and laughed while shutting
off the camera. “You did well slut. Tonight your husband will not have to
endure getting his balls bitten by the ants.” Trent pointed to her cell where she crawled
in. There in the corner was a bowl with some stew or something in it. He told
her from now on she was to eat on all four without using her hands. He pointed
toward the security camera and warned her he would know if she disobeyed.
Further he told her between each bit she was to stick her fingers in her cunt
and scoop out some of that slut juice he knew she had because of the
humiliation and lick it. “This is the way you will eat unless told differently.
Also if any bowl isn’t licked completely clean you it will tell me you are not
hungry enough for your next meal and both you and your husband will miss that
meal. Do you understand cunt?” Sue nodded but wondered if he was so pleased
with her fucking and performance why he became so cruel to her. She looked into
the bowl and began eating as instructed. She could not deny the fact eating
like a dog and having to clean it with her tongue was very humiliating even if
only being caught by the security camera. The bowl would slide on the floor as
she licked at the sides. She was forced to chase it like a dog trying to get
every last bit. For some reason too, eating like this on the floor
also seem to emphasis both her nakedness and demeaning, ass up, position
as she licked her dog bowl. In spite of it all Sue felt it really didn’t matter
as long as it saved her husband more pain.
For Bob, watching his wife getting ass fucked and sucking a
soiled cock was an appalling turn on. He was so excited he was about to cum
when she looked at the camera and called him a fucker and son of a bitch. She
clearly was telling him, this was all his fault. He
stupidly planned this with a guy he never checked out. He got them into this
and she had to suffer because of him. Bob did not sleep much that night.
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The following morning Trent
woke up in a playful mood. Playful for him alone of course.
He came down stairs with a bowl of dry cereal for his slut. “Have you ever
tasted piss, slut?” Susan told him how she was made to drink piss at a motel
Larry had brought her to. “Good then we
won’t have to go though a lot of griping about it. Some people enjoy using a
slut slave as a toilet or just pissing on a beautiful woman. I guess it makes
up for the times some bitch like you turned them down or whatever.” He said
placing the bowl on the floor and picking up a cup which he began to piss in.
“Prove it.” He said pouring the piss over her cereal. And make sure you clean
the bowl like a good bitch.
Susan’s stomach turned as she looked at the piss soaked brand
flakes. The stench was foul. It would be easier, she thought,
if she could just gulp it down quickly but lapping up small portions with her
tongue made the nauseous task all the worse. “You finish every last bit before
I get back or …. Well you know the routine by now.”
Trent
went off to bring a bowl of cereal to Bob. Since it would be his only food for
the day, Trent
didn’t consider doing anything to his cereal. Besides degrading the slut was
sport. Using her husband was just business.
After the nasty breakfast Susan got a surprise. Trent had brought her
upstairs and told her she had 5 minutes to take a shower. Afterwards she was
given her make up. Once presentable Trent
set up the camera and told Sue she was to read from cue cards he had prepared.
Again he threatened her and her husband with punishments if she didn’t sound
enthusiastic. He told her each cue card had a number at the top. Trent gave her
instructions as to how he wanted her to pose for each card and what he wanted
her to do while she was being recorded.
He went over everything a couple of times before finally
turned on the camera. Without her knowing what she would be saying she was made
to practice each pose when he told her a number. Finally he described in detail
what he would do to her and then to her husband if she hesitated in her
performance or wasn’t convincing enough.
Trent
had a hand held video camera and told her to begin. Susan sat with her arms
supporting her a little behind and to her sides. Her
legs were parted about two feet apart. Leaning back slightly, as she was, she
appeared to be thrusting her tits out and obviously not shy about exposing
herself completely. “Hi. My name is Susan but most men just call me slut or
cunt.” She read. “That is truly what I am. I’ve been a married woman for more
than 9 years.” The next cue card with its number indicated she was to hold her
hand out so the camera could focus in on her wedding ring. My husband knows I’m
a slut and that I get off on pain and humiliation that is why he arraigned for
my slavery.”
The next card meant she had to stand up with her legs a full
yard apart and her hands placed behind her neck and thrust out her tits. “Now
this slut is available to the highest bidder.” Susan read the sentence. She faltered
ever so slightly when she realized what she was saying but with her flushed
face and yet lewd pose it a worked for Trent.
He slowly panned around her naked body showing all her juicy assets. When the
next card was revealed she leaned forward as instructed. Her tits hung and
wobbled somewhat and she looked right into the camera. “I have love sucking
cocks and have the ability to deep throat.” Next she turned and spread her ass
checks apart. “My ass is for fucking or beating.” Susan had to turn around as
she stretched her own pussy wide open. “I have fucked so many cocks I can’t
keep count but I have a clean bill of health for my new owner.”
Trent
noticed both in her voice and demeanor she was beginning to lose it. He paused the camera and put it down. Susan began to cry.
“I’m….. I’m sorry master.” she cried. She was both afraid of the consequences
for her failure but also the fact she had just become aware of her fate. Trent told her to take a
few minutes to compose herself.
All of Trent’s
captives reacted with a natural sense of dismay when faced with their future.
Finally, he decided it was time to clarify things for Susan. “If you rationally
think about it, being sold as a sex slave is a hell of a better alternative
than if you were kidnapped, raped and tortured by someone who’s only plans for
you were limited. You are a natural slut. You can’t deny how you react to abuse
and even though you may want to deny it you are aroused right now.”
Susan hated herself and hated him for pointing out this
fact. “What will happen to my husband?”
“Much of Bob’s fate will depend on you, your cooperation and
your attitude. If you obey and do not cause problems no matter what is demanded
of you, he will be released unharmed. Of course he will probably try to look for
you but unfortunately he’ll be at a great disadvantage.” Trent noted her quizzical expression. “You
see your husband will not dare go to the police or other agencies. It seems
he’s is the prime suspect in the murder of one Larry Parker.” Trent lied. “You provided all
the motive needed with your submission to that asshole along with the
many times you were seen by neighbors and bar friends and so on. I provided the
evidence linking the murder weapon to Bob.” Susan’s mouth dropped as she took
in all this information. “I’m afraid a wanted murder without any financial
resources will have a pretty hard time tracing down his sold wife.” Trent paused for affect.
“Then again, I could end his misfortunate state of affairs if you want that.”
“No please. Just let him go. I’m the one you want.” She
implored.
“Well if you both cooperate you have my word on this. Now
are you ready to continue?”
Susan was told to redo the make up her tears messed up. As
she did so, in some stupid way she did feel better about being sold into
slavery compared to being killed. She also had a new rational for cooperating.
He signaled her to begin again. She started at this point
kneeling with her legs spread open and once more her hands behind her neck. “I
am new to slavery so you will have the pleasure of training and disciplining
me. I have been a spoiled American slut, perfect for a buyer who may be so
incline as to own such an animal. Bidding for this slut should be carried out
under the normal guidelines. Contact about my sale will be initiated by my
selling agent. If interested, arrangements can be made for a personal
examination of the product and/or a thorough evaluation.”
“Much better slut.” He told her as
he shut the camera off. “You may just be beginning to learn that absolute cooperation
will make your life a little less painful.”
“Master may this slut ask you one question?” Trent nodded. “Have any
of the women which you have sold into slavery ever returned to their past
lives?” Susan had to know if there was any hope.
“Can’t say any have then again I’ve never attempted to sell
such an old bitch as you.”
As bizarre as it seemed his comment offended her. After all
she was only 29 and in great shape. “What happens to them if the owner tires of
his slave?”
“That is your second question slut and you were only given
permission for one. You and your husband will be punished for this offense
tonight.” Trent
had to make her understand there was no room for the slightest infractions.
“But since you will pay for this I will answer you.” He looked down at the
woman still kneeling and posed like one hell of an enticing slut slave. “A
couple of the very young girls, I understand have been resold at a profit to
other owners. A few high mileage, well used cunts have found their way into
S&M brothels in Malaysia
that provide American cunts to a variety of well to do patrons that desire few
restrictions on their usage. I suppose
at some age there is a point when a sex slut slave is of no value and perhaps
if lucky to be owned by a compassionate owner, she might be given her freedom
for her years of satisfactory service but with a good portion of the world
envious of the United States and its life style the American slave is in high
demand for abused and have resentments vented upon them. It’s just a fact of
business slut.”
Trent
popped the disk out of the camera. He would need to edit a little and add some
secret coded contact information to it along with there and when this slut can
be seen and used in person in the near future before making copies to be sent
out. While Trent Williams was not a big time white slave supplier those who had
known of his merchandise often were amazed by the fact he could get the offered
cunt to make her own sales pitch CD. They didn’t know, nor really cared, how he
persuaded them to appear to be so eager to enter into a life of a pain sexual slut slavery but those who had made purchases
discovered it wasn’t because they were masochists in nature. What they
purchased was exactly what they were hoping to own, a beautiful woman who could
be humiliated, degraded, abused and suffer only because of her slavery status
and not some boring drugged up, mentally broken down piece of ass. “Go down to
your cell and wait for me. You will assist me in acquiring some merchandise
which will be arriving soon.”
Susan was too shook up to wonder what he meant. She thought
about her husband and his well being both presently and in the future as a
wanted murderer. She was sure he would still try to discover her whereabouts if
at all possible. She knew what and how Trent
had made her say to her husband had to play emotionally on him. She wished
somehow, someway she could have a chance to tell him she’ll be ok with whatever
happens. But Susan also began thinking of a myriad of possibilities for
herself. At best she could be bought by someone who desired her for her looks
and sexual appeal but after listening to Trent,
the endless other prospectives were frightening and yet she noted she was still
wet with excitement.
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