Chapter 16. A slave tries to escape, and Lacey is forced to help punish her. *Don’t read this if sexual brutality (albeit fictional) is not to your taste.*

The ship pitched and rolled in the grip of a storm. Lacey huddled in her cabin, flinching as each plume of spray battered the porthole. She was locked in for the night. The sound of the wind howling around the superstructure, and the ominous creaking of the ship itself had woken her.

“It’s a big ship,” she told herself. “It can handle a storm.” But this was the first big storm they had encountered in her time on the Desiderata. This violent motion was nothing like the ordinary sway of the sea beneath the hull, which she had almost stopped noticing.

She peeked out the porthole, but there was nothing but blackness, punctuated by a few glitters of the ship’s lights on the waves.

*Is the ship supposed to groan like this?* she wondered. *Or is something wrong?*

She tried the door handle. It was locked, like always. A bubble of panic rose from her belly to her throat. She remembered stories of the Titanic, how the third class passengers had been locked belowdecks with no chance to evacuate. *Would they leave us to die if something went wrong?* Given how she and the other slaves had been treated… well, she doubted Mistress Angie wanted to explain it to the Coast Guard.

Lacey pounded on the door and shouted, but she knew no one would hear her over the storm. It was useless. She sat curled with her back against the door, cradling her bruised hands against her belly. Her captors were as implacable and uncaring as the storm.

She cowered on the floor for a seemingly interminable interval, until the storm finally slackened and she collapsed bonelessly onto her bed.

The storm’s aftermath disrupted the usually invariable routines of the ship the next day. Ordinarily, Lacey was the only slave in the gym during her workout. Slaves were kept apart as much as possible. Today, she and Eva were both working out at the same time. To spare personnel for damage control and cleanup, Eleanor was supervising both of them.

It was a strength-training day. Lacey was cuffed nude to a bench with a padded bar for leg-lifts. Eleanor had inserted a smooth, stainless steel buttplug into Lacey’s ass before seating her on the bench. Every time she lifted the weighted bar with her legs, the plug pushed deep into her ass. Clamping down on it with her sphincter helped keep it from drilling deeper, but either way the sensation was intense.

Eva, also naked, had been set up nearby to do pectoral exercises. Her arms were cuffed to the padded arm bars. She was supposed to swing the bars to meet in front of her, from their wide positions near her shoulders. The bars were attached by pulleys to weights for added resistance. A fairly simple exercise, had not the woman’s nipples been attached by chains to the bars. Eva’s dark nipples, cruelly clamped, were pulled out painfully when the bars were in the resting position at the sides.

The exercise session was punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Eva and Lacey struggled with the perverted exercises. Lacey could see sweat beading on Eva’s smooth brown skin, and wondered whether it was from pain or exertion. Or arousal. Lacey couldn’t separate the sensations in her own body, either.

Eleanor’s phone rang. “Yes?…Can’t Michael fix it?…Alright, I think I know what’s wrong. I’ll be there in five.”

Closing the phone, she glared at the two slaves. “One of our satellite uplinks isn’t working. No internet streaming means you’re not earning us any money, so you’d better hope I can get it up again. You lazy sluts keep working on your exercises. I expect to find you sweating like pigs when I come back, or you’ll be sorry.” She slammed the door behind her.

Cuffed to the exercise machines, Eva and Lacey were unable to take advantage of her absence to make themselves more comfortable. Eva broke the silence. “We have to get off this ship.”

Lacey gave a bitter little laugh. “You think most of us wouldn’t love to escape? But we’re trapped.”

“We’ve got to go,” Eva argued, struggling to keep the padded bars in front of her to lessen the tension on her nipples. “If the ship had gone down in that storm, do you think they’d have let us on the lifeboats?”

Lacey couldn’t argue with that; she’d been thinking the same dark thoughts. “It’s easy to say we have to get away, but how?”

Eva couldn’t hold the bars any longer. She gasped sharply as the chains pulled her nipples sideways. “I know where the lifeboats are, and I found a safety guide that explains how to lower them. The next time we’re near land, we can get in them and head for the shore. Or get rescued by another boat. My room usually isn’t locked at night; I’d come get you out, and anyone else who wants to go. There are two winches, so it’s at least a two person job.”

Lacey had abandoned any pretense of doing leg lifts, but she felt her ass clench around the plug. “That’s crazy! We could be off the coast of anywhere. *If* you got picked up at all, your ‘rescuers’ might be Somali pirates. A bunch of naked women arrive in a lifeboat? There’s a lot of places in the world where we could be jumping from the frying pan to the fire.”

Eva wrestled with the bars, trying to relieve her tortured nipples. “Worse than this? Hah.”

“Lowering a boat isn’t quiet. A big ship like this could just run over a lifeboat if they noticed us,” Lacey argued.

Eva didn’t answer. She had managed to bring the bars together in front of her again, and she clasped her hands to keep them there.

“Ron tried to sneak into the radio room a few weeks ago,” Lacey said. “Did you see him after they caught him?”

Eva bit her lip. “Yes,” she said in a low voice.

“I don’t know what they did to him, but he doesn’t talk now. Won’t look at anyone. Flinches at every noise. He’s like an animal. There’s no one there behind his eyes. I think they’re only keeping him around as an example. I don’t want to end up like that, Eva.”

“That’s all the more reason to run away,” Eva insisted.

“No. I won’t betray you, but I won’t be a part of your plan.” Lacey’s voice sounded more decisive than she felt.

“You’re making a mistake,” Eva said. Then the grip of her sweaty hands slipped, and she screamed at the sudden, vicious tug on her nipples.

Reminded, Lacey did a couple of quick leg-lifts just in time to be properly breathless when Eleanor returned.

Two days later, Mistress Angie interrupted Lacey’s lunch. “Get up, slut, and take off that robe. We’re going to a meeting.”

*A meeting?* Lacey couldn’t imagine what that meant, but Mistress Angie’s mouth was set grimly. Lacey wouldn’t risk angering her with questions. She rose and followed her mistress, naked.

They arrived in a large room, the largest Lacey had seen so far on the ship. Arrayed in a rough circle were the staff, masters, and mistresses, about ten in all. Inside the circle were naked slaves, several women and a man. Angie pushed Lacey toward the center, then took her own place around the edge.

Quiet weeping drew Lacey’s eyes. Eva knelt in front of Debbie, her mistress, who held her tightly by the hair.

Debbie cleared her throat. “Now that we’re all here…. This ungrateful slut was caught planning to escape. She tried to corrupt another slave to help her in this plot.”

Lacey’s heart pounded *Oh, no! I knew I should have reported her. Now we’re both screwed!*

But Debbie’s eyes fell on one of the other female slaves. “Who very admirably informed her master. Rest assured, Jeanne will be well rewarded.” Jeanne’s fair skin colored, but Lacey couldn’t tell if it was from pride or shame.

“We have decided that it would be fitting and amusing to allow all the slaves currently on the ship to administer the first phase of Eva’s punishment,” Debbie continued.

Lacey gasped, appalled.

“So we’re going to turn her over to you for two hours. You can do whatever you want with her, as long as it doesn’t leave lasting marks. Think of it as your chance to be dominant for a change. There are a wide variety of implements at your disposal.”

Murmurring broke out among the stunned slaves. Tugging at Eva’s black ponytail, Debbie hauled the slave to her feet. She pulled the hair up over a high bar and fastened it to a ring on the wall below the bar, forcing Eva’s body to stretch up and back. The lines of Eva’s body were taut, from below her uptilted chin, down her exposed throat, over her flat belly, and along her straining legs. Her breasts stood high on her outthrust chest.

“Perhaps Jeanne would like the honor of going first,” Debbie said, handing the blond woman a crop. Hesitantly, Jeanne snapped it across Eva’s belly. Eva flinched. Jeanne struck again, harder.

“Better. Well, what are the rest of you waiting for?”

Three of the other slaves chose various implements– paddles, electrical “snappers,” floggers. Jeanne had become emboldened to move her blows from Eva’s belly to her breasts, and Eva cried out as a stroke found a nipple. The other slaves joined in, beating her with the paddle, shocking her, heedless of her pleas for mercy.

Only Lacey and one other female slave hung back. Mistress Angie came over to Lacey. “You can join in, or you can share her punishment,” she said. Lacey shivered. Angie handed Lacey a cane. “I think she’d look good with some stripes.”

Lacey’s hand closed reluctantly around the cane. As if in a daze, she walked over to the group around Eva. They seemed almost frenzied, drunk with the unaccustomed power to inflict pain instead of suffer it. Jeanne in particular seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyes shone as she attacked Eva’s tender breasts with the crop.

The man with the flogger moved aside to give Lacey access. Lacey raised the cane and brought it down toward Eva’s butt. Even though she tried to move gently, the whistle as it passed through the air seemed like the loudest noise in the room. Eva seemed too stunned to react to the first blow. But she shrieked at the second.

“Harder,” Mistress Angie demanded. “Prove you mean it. I want to see some welts.” Lacey obeyed, cringing with every stroke and trying to hit just hard enough to leave a pink wheal on the light brown skin. She moved slowly, spreading out her blows along Eva’s butt and the backs of her thighs to try to avoid hitting the same place twice.

Mistress Angie caught Lacey’s hand on an upswing. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, my pet.”

Lacey looked at Eva, who alternately screamed and begged hoarsely. *That could easily have been me.* She said nothing.

“I think you need some encouragement. Spread your legs.” Angie fastened one of the remote-controlled butterfly vibes over Lacey’s clit. A sick feeling started in the pit of Lacey’s stomach.

“Go on, back to work,” Angie gave her a little shove towards Eva.

This time, when Lacey raised the cane, Angie activated the vibrator. Her clit throbbed in pleasure. She brought the cane down harder than she’d intended, eliciting a howl from Eva.

The vibrator cut off. Lacey sucked in a breath, then raised the cane again. She was prepared this time for the pulse she received on her clit as the cane whistled down, but it was still deeply disturbing to be given pleasure for hurting someone.

But it was unthinkable to volunteer for such punishment as Eva was receiving. Lacey had no other choice but to participate. Each blow earned her a buzz from the vibe, until her inner thighs were coated with arousal and Eva was covered with welts from ass to knee.

Debbie’s voice cut across the room. “You’d better stop for now and try something else. We don’t want her to pass out and miss any of the fun.”

The slaves lowered the implements of torture, some with more reluctance than others. Lacey put the cane back on a rack eagerly, despite the throbbing in her clit that demanded satisfaction. The vibrator lay still.

Debbie released Eva’s hair from the ring, and Eva collapsed to the floor and lay there sobbing. “You’ve still got plenty of time left,” Debbie remarked. “It’s quite an opportunity, being given free rein. I suggest you not waste it.”

“We can really do anything we want to her?” asked the lone male slave.

“Yes, Henry,” said a woman Lacey presumed was his mistress. “As long as it doesn’t leave a scar. Physically, that is.” She smiled nastily.

Henry smiled back. “I’ve never had a woman’s ass before,” he said, his cock swelling visibly at the thought. Lacey could well understand why no woman had permitted him to penetrate her anally; even in this mostly flaccid state, his penis was the thickest she’d ever seen. His mistress had probably selected him in part for his girth. But, while such size might be a pleasant stretch vaginally, most women would never enjoy it in their rectum.

“Free rein,” Debbie repeated. “Her ass has been trained; you won’t actually damage it, whatever it feels like to her.” She chuckled. Eva whimpered.

Jeanne pulled Eva up to her knees. “Let’s be nice and let her lube him up with her mouth first.” She grabbed a ring gag from a rack.

Eva shook her head frantically, her mouth clamped shut. Jeanne held her nostils closed until Eva was forced to open her mouth, then shoved the ring in, buckling it behind her head.

Eva’s mouth was stretched in an open “O,” her lips taut around the circumference of the ring. It made her look like a blow-up sex doll. She moaned despairingly through the hole.

Jeanne held Eva by the shoulders as Henry put his hardening cock into Eva’s mouth. Drool ran down Eva’s chin. “Look,” Debbie said, “my slut wants it so bad she’s salivating.”

“That’s right, get my cock nice and hard so I can rape your ass,” Henry said. He thrust farther into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat with the head of his penis. He withdrew, thrust again.

Jeanne slapped Eva on the back of the head, and Henry’s thick cock slid all the way down her throat. He groaned loudly as her throat spasmed around him in protest. She gasped for breath when he finally pulled out. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the drool on her chin.

Henry pushed back in slowly, grabbing her by the hair and forcing his now rock-hard cock in all the way to the base.

“Swirl your tongue around and spread spit on that shaft,” Jeanne advised. “That’s all the lube you’re going to get.”

By the way Henry’s eyes rolled up, Eva must have complied. He only pulled back when she turned red from lack of air. Her breath gusted through the gag.

“Mmmm, again,” Henry sighed. His glistening cock disappeared into her mouth once more. The muscles in his legs were trembling with pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulled out and slapped Eva. Her head rocked to the side. “You little bitch. You’re trying to make me come with your mouth to save your asshole. That’s not going to work.”

He strode over to the wall and grabbed a low, padded table, bringing it back to the center of the circle of onlookers.

“Take off the gag,” Debbie said. “I want to see her face clearly when you take her ass.”

Jeanne unstrapped the gag. Eva worked her jaw a few times, trying to uncramp it.

“How do we know a slut like this one won’t enjoy having a fat cock up her ass?” one of other mistresses called out. “This is supposed to be a punishment after all.”

“Good point.” Jeanne surveyed the items available on the racks. “Here’s a solution.” She selected an item shaped roughly like a little pineapple, covered with studs that came to dull points. “We’ll shove this up her snatch.”

Lacey winced. The studs might look blunt, but she knew the pressure of a cock in Eva’s ass would exert bruising force against such a cruel object in her cunt. And if she orgasmed… the contractions would be excruciating. Two other female slaves held Eva’s legs apart while Jeanne forced the object into her cunt. Despite the circumstances and her obvious pain, Eva’s cunt was lubricating. *They have twisted us to be turned on by abuse and rape,* Lacey thought.

“Bend her over the little table,” Henry directed. Jeanne and another woman pulled Eva down across the padded surface, her knees on the floor. They held her arms to keep her in place.

“No,” Mistress Angie spoke. “You, Lacey. You hold her down while he violates her ass. It will be a valuable lesson for you.”

Lacey gulped unhappily. Her body felt heavy as she walked over to kneel in front of Eva. She grasped the hispanic woman’s forearms. *I wish she wouldn’t look at me.* Eva’s gaze was direct, her dark eyes pleading and accusing.

Henry positioned himself behind Eva. Fully erect, his cock looked impossibly thick. “Please,” Eva whispered. All Lacey could do was grasp her arms more firmly. She knew what it felt like to be fucked in the ass against her will, but she was helpless to stop this.

Eva’s eyes widened as she felt the broad head of Henry’s penis against her sphincter. “Oh, God.”

He pushed steadily, stretching the ring of muscle until it bent to his will. Eva moaned; his cock must have felt like it was burning its way in. Suddenly, with an almost audible snap, the head of his penis breached her asshole. His groan of pleasure mingled with her sound of pain. Her hands clenched hard on Lacey’s forearms.

Lacey couldn’t tear her eyes from Eva’s face. She could see every tiny movement of Henry’s cock reflected in the woman’s expressive features.

Henry paused, savoring the moment or allowing Eva time to adjust to his girth. Then he grabbed her hips and began sinking himself slowly deeper into her unwilling body. Lacey could tell by Eva’s wince exactly when the indirect pressure of his cock began to squeeze the studded punishment toy that filled Eva’s cunt.

Then Lacey’s attention was abruptly diverted back to her own body. The butterfly vibe, which she had almost forgotten, began to buzz gently on her clitoris. “No,” she whispered. She did not want to enjoy Eva’s rape. But, as usual, Mistress Angie didn’t care what her slave wanted. Lacey’s clit swelled. The vibrations continued until Henry’s pelvis hit Eva’s ass.

Eva cried out as he made contact with the welts on her buttocks. “Oh, that’s good,” Henry said. “Tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. Clench down like that again.” He slapped her tender ass to make her muscles tighten around his shaft. Eva gasped.

“If you don’t want me to smack you again, clamp down and milk my cock with your ass,” Henry said unsympathetically. Eva obeyed, and his face went slack with pleasure as she used her highly conditioned muscles on him. She whimpered; Lacey knew the punishment toy was bruising the inside of her cunt with each contraction.

“Ah, that’s enough. Don’t want to come too soon.” Henry pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside Eva’s tight tunnel. He took his time driving himself back in, revelling in the sensation. Eva’s fingers were digging into Lacey’s arms, but Lacey hardly noticed because the vibrator had started again, coinciding with Henry’s thrust.

Lacey bit her lip. Had Eva noticed the vibrator through her own distress? Did she know Lacey was being forced to enjoy Eva’s violation?

The vibrator cut off. Henry’s cock was jammed in all the way. “You know, I wonder if a woman’s ass clenches the way her cunt does when she comes,” he said, playing with the hair at the back of Eva’s neck.

Eva shut her eyes. “Please, no.”

“But a considerate lover should make sure his woman comes,” Henry taunted. “This might be my one chance to have a woman’s ass, and I want to do it right.” He looked over at Jeanne. “Give me one of the plug-in vibes.”

With his cock still buried in her ass, Henry reached under Eva to press the blunt end of the powerful vibe to her clit. Then he switched it on.

Every tendon and muscle in Eva’s body stood out. She was struggling not to come, understood that to come was to suffer as her bruised cunt closed repeatedly on the studded toy.

Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie’s head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before the recruiting event. She set the alarm on her phone for 2 hours and leaned back again, drifting away to the black and white image of the girl jerking around on the screen in front of her.

Maribel Garza was in her third week of working at the drive thru at McDonalds, and well, it sucked. She was cute, average height and thin with a pleasant round face and large brown eyes. Her pants tightly hugged her round ass. Needless to say, Maribel got a lot of attention. Most of the other women who worked at the restaurant were pushing three bills. “I swear I’m going to throw coffee on the next guy who asks ‘Can I get some fries with that shake?’” after rejecting another unwanted suitor at the window.

“Um, sir, you might think that your 1987 Mustang with a different color door is sexy, but you’d be the only one, ” she snapped back. Maribel hated the late shift because it was slow; not the kind of slow where she could finish her English homework, but the kind of slow that was just busy enough to keep you from doing anything to relieve the monotony of the modern fast food restaurant. They didn’t really make anything there, not that she did anyway; all she had to do was repeat the order, and ask if they’d like a larger drink or fries.

Her best friend’s father owned the restaurant, and got her the job, but she swore the manager hated her for the imposition. “That bitch hates me because she’s so fat.” So Maribel had spent her first three weeks working the late night shift. It wasn’t all bad, though. Sometimes a hot guy would show up.

Ronnie drifted further away into sleep – -she was fully dreaming now. That night Lance, the quarterback of the football team had walked in; 6’2″, legs built like a tree trunk, he had wavy, sandy blond hair with bangs that just covered his deep blue eyes. He was a dream but she was sure he didn’t even know who she was, even though she sat right behind him in English.

“I’d like a #2, with a coke,” Lanced drawled out. “Hey, do I know you?”

“My name’s Maribel,” she choked out, shyly looking away. “I sit behind you in Mr. Johnson’s English class.”

He touched the bottom of her chin with his index finger; it was hot and rough and felt good against the smooth skin of her face. He pulled her face around to meet his eyes. “You’re kind of cute. I wish you hadn’t been hiding this whole time – we graduate in a few weeks.”

She backed away slowly, almost tripping over the fryer. Maribel was flustered, in part because she was running the drive thru and the counter by herself, but mostly from the attention of this hulking mountain of manhood in front of her.

“Uh, here’s your burger,” she quivered.

“See ya in class, Maribel,” he clucked, rolling out the “R.” Lance and his buddies chuckled as they walked out the door. Maribel shook her head in disgust; she was still a virgin, not really out of principle but more because she was just too inexperienced to notice most chances to get with a guy, and too shy to act when she did.

“Hey, M. I’onna run across the street for a pack of camels. You ok here for a few minutes?” Tyrone yelled out to her as he was walking out the door.

“I guess,” she droned, knowing that he was already out of earshot. Tyrone did most of the food prep on the late shifts when she worked. He did smoke, but he was really probably headed over to the Chevron to fuck his girlfriend Keisha who should be closing up right now.

Most nights it didn’t piss her off to be left alone, but tonight she was glad for the break. It was slow so she sat down on her stool at the drive through. She looked around furtively to make sure she was alone. All she could think about was Lance, running her fingers through his sandy blond hair and over his bulging chest and biceps. She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined his rough, warm hands rubbing her shoulders and arms, and gently cupping her breasts. She slid her right hand up her shirt and popped the cups of her bra off her breasts. Her 34Ds plopped out and hung freely. She started to gently twist and pull at her light brown nipples and they became firm. She pulled her hand out and licked the tip of her index finger and after pulling her shirt up to her neck rubbed the moistened tip in slow, gentle circles over her nipples.

She arched her back and neck and slipped her other hand down to her waist; unbuttoning her black dickies, she gently slid her hand between her soft cotton panties and her pubic hair, gently massaging her mound. She licked her finger again before going to back to her sex, not realizing the saliva was totally unnecessary as she imagined it was Lance’s massive hand instead of hers. Her juices started to flow as she gently rubbed the small button that was her clit. Her hips gently rocked back and forth as she slid first another and then another finger inside. As her pace picked up, her breathing and heart rate quickened and she began grabbing and tugging at her exposed breasts. She started with a faint, gentle moan and then as the wet stain began to grow in the crotch of her pants and her moans became loud cries. “Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!”

Maribel was reaching climax when she began to feel she was no longer alone. At the instant she felt a hot breath on her chest, she flashed her eyes open. A tit one hand and the other three fingers deep inside her slit, he was staring at a bald middle aged man leaning out of a van window. Before she could say a word he had grabbed both of her shoulders, yelled out “I think this one has some potential!” to someone in the back of the van and pulled her through the drivers side window. The force of the pull knocked her hat and radio off her head, the headphones dangling on the window sill, and had pulled her pants down around her ankles. Maribel was effectively naked on her back in the man’s lap, her feet with her pants still hanging out the window.

“Sweetheart, my name’s Dirk. I’d love to help you finish up, but we’ve got other plans. Damn fine lagniappe for Mickey D’s though.” With that, Maribel saw a white handkerchief close in on her face. She smelled a faintly sweet, alcohol aroma before she blacked out. Dirk through her in the back of the van and they pulled away.

A woman’s voice echoed out of the back, “I’m still hungry. Let’s go somewhere else and get something to eat.”

“That’s fine,” Dirk grunted. “Just tie that bitch up and gag her this time. I don’t want her waking up before we get back to the warehouse.

“Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh! No No No Stop! No – Ohh! Yayayayay Uhh!”

Ronnie jerked awake. The moaning was only in her remembered dream. She looked down, and pulled her bra and shirt down and slid her fingers out of her sex. She wiped them off with a tissue that was on the desk.

Kirsten was screaming again; Ronnie had been asleep for about 90 minutes. Dirk had come in. He moved Kirsten’s hands from her side to locked in place above her head. He had also taken two small alligator clips to each of the girl’s swollen nipples and then tied them to rings on the ground, Already sore from piercing, the pain was excruciating.

“Sweetheart, this will help you with learning not to move so much,” he grunted as he kicked up the sybian to top speed. Kirsten’s eyes rolled back in her head and she started to pass out until she was kicked back up by the sharp pain in her nipples.

“Huh Huh Huh Huh Huh. NOOOOOOO! NOOOO! Oh, my god, stop!” She screamed, panting and crying. Dirk took another bottle of lube and squirted it between her legs.

“Just work that in. We’ll have you broken in no time. Believe me, you’re better off than what your friend is gonna get next door.” Kirsten’s eyes darted to his and they met intensely.

“Fuuuuhck Youuuuu.” She drug out. “I’m . …not going … to let you fuuuucck …. Either one Ah Ah Ah ah. Of us.” She could barely form the words.

“You shouldn’t have any fear of that slut, as much as I can see that you’d enjoy it.” Dirk dropped his pants; his dick hung freely but his nuts were gone. “I made that mistake a long time ago. Been on testosterone pills ever since. I’m compensated in … other ways.”

A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as the gravity of her situation began to sink in.

Ronnie was glued to the monitor from the other room; she was conflicted. Still, after more than a year and half with Lambda, she remained a virgin. Once a week she was examined by the sheihk’s physician, and would be win she got back to her suite on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. Ironically, as a sex slave, she guarded her virginity more fiercely than she ever did as a high school student because now that was her ticket to protection. They could have her ass all they wanted but the minute she lost her virginity she would be “impure” and sent down to service the Indian and Filipino workers building Dubai’s office buildings. She hadn’t known anyone sent to that fate, but other girls in the Burj told her it was a one way trip.

Still, she longed to know what it felt like to be full inside her sex; now Kirsten was getting a crash course. But she also felt some guilt; Ronnie didn’t know Kirsten’s intended purpose but she had an idea of what lay ahead of the girl, and she herself had helped consign her to that fate.

She thought back to her own first days in that very room. Dirk’s gruff voiced barked out “Cut that bitch’s clothes off. What’s left of them, anyway.” A tall, athletic woman with short brown hair jumped into action and cut her shirt and pants off. “Then cut her loose and strap her face down, gag in the mouth with her ass up.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman snapped.

Maribel was constrained in what she would come to know as “the position,” face down with her pussy and ass exposed to the open air.

“Look at me.” She tried to look away. He roughly grabbed her chin and pulled her face toward hers. It was oddly similar to the same gesture Lance had given her, but his was soft, sweet and innocent; this was rough, brutal and full of malice.

“I don’t know what your name is and I don’t really give a shit. Your name is now Veronica and we own you. Now, you have nothing to fear. We’ve confirmed that you’re a virgin. Surprising given how much you enjoyed pleasing yourself at the window. I thought for sure you were a grade A slut. Maybe you are but just haven’t gotten there yet.

“But nevertheless, you’re intact and as long as you stay that way, you’ll have a special place in our organization. No one hear is going to try and fuck you as long as you behave. You’ve been selected by our leader to service his family as an ‘ass slut.’ Ever been fucked in the ass?”

Her eyes widened as they met his. She struggled to scream no, but her mouth was too full. She could barely even turn her head from side to side.

“Let me be clear. You belong to us now and there are two ways to do this. The easy way and the hard way. Most of you girls choose the hard way. I’d prefer if you would chose the easy way. So what do you choose?”

He stopped and bent down to her face. Sweat was starting to bead up around her forehead and mix with her tears as it ran down her cheeks. So many things rushed through her head. Sheikh? Ass slut? Where I am? What’s happening? Most girls? Are there others?”

“OK. Sorry you chose the hard way.”

“Mummmph! Mummph!” She screamed. He took the bright red ball out her mouth.

“Huh Huh Huh.” She panted. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. Please just let me mmph.” He shoved the gag back in.

“Well, I can’t do that sweetheart, but we can try easy if you want. Just don’t fight me on this. Alright, now this is going to hurt a little bit, but we’ll give you some time to get used to it.”

Veronica felt her legs spread slightly as her asshole was filled with a warm gel. She struggled slightly as she heard a latex glove snap onto the man’s wrist. He had hands almost as large as Lance’s but she never thought they could be used for what they were about to do. She felt his gloved finger poking at her rear hole, which clinched at the touch.

Slap! He gave her ass a hard slap. “Open up bitch. I thought you said you wanted the easy way.” She nodded, chocking back tears. Saliva was now starting to pour out of her mouth around the gag. She tried to release the sphincter in her ass, but she feared that she was going to poop.

“Shit’s not gonna come out.” Dirk growled. “They’re always afraid of shittin themselves; that’s why we put ‘em in ‘the position’ until they’re able to control it.” The tall brunette nodded.

It was some small manner of comfort that she was unlikely to embarrass herself further, if that was possible. She relaxed a little and his finger slipped in. She felt a fullness there as her ass kept trying to close around his finger.

“Damn, bitch. You keep trying to suck it in. If we can train you to use this muscle, the sheikh – and his sons—will be pleased.”

Sons? She thought. How many? He slipped another finger in and slowly worked it around, stretching out her hole. It was slightly more comfortable now, but she didn’t feel anything sexual – it felt more clinical. Dirk continued to roll his fingers around her asshole, pressing down on the wall of flesh between her ass and a pussy.

“Mmrrgh.Mmrgh.” The girl squealed.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!” Dirk popped his fingers out. “Didja like that sweetheart? Cause you’re about to get a bunch. Get me the plug with the vibrating clip.” He snapped. He rolled his fingers back in her ass as her hole puckered around his gloved fingers again. He slid in and out of her vulnerable hole, rubbing up against the spot he had just found.

“Mmrgh. Mrmrhg.” Again that was all she could mumble. Inside her head was a rush of emotions; who was this strange man, she hadn’t even gotten a look at his face and yet with two fingers in her ass was sending shocks through her spine. Her face started to slide around the table from the wetness of her cheeks. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to keep going. “Mmmrgh!” Again, he hit that spot.

The brunette walked back over with an egg shaped device and a bottle of lube. “Now,” Dirk’s voice took the demeanor of a self-improvement TV show host as pulled his fingers out again. “Lube the plug, then twist it slowly to pop in. This one has an inflator so we’ll blow it up slowly through the night. Her sweet little hole will close around the stem and hold it in place. Then, clip this end onto her clit and turn it on.”

The brunette put one hand palm down on Veronica’s ass and gently rubbed. “Let her know it’s going to be OK. Be gentle,” Dirk admonished. The women pumped most of the bottle into Veronica’s asshole. Unlike the first, this lube was cold and sent shivers up and down her spine. “Now twist it in and out. Get her used to flexing the muscles.” She worked the plug in and out of her asshole slowly.

Veronica’s moans shifted to a slow hum. She felt an incredible fullness and then empty; each time the emptiness was filled with a powerful thrust of the plug. “Pop.” Dirk and the woman jumped back.

“Arrmgh.” Veronica lunged forward before her restraints yanked her back to the table.

“Shit. That scared me,” the woman said, clamly placing her hand on her chest.

“It’s alright Madison. That girl’s ass wants it bad. Put on the clip and let her sit. She’s more advanced than I thought. We’ll come back tomorrow to teach her some sphincter control.”

Madison clip the cord onto Vernoica’s clit and it immediately began buzzing. Her hips bucked up again as she felt a shock go through her entire body. As they came down and her knees hit the table again, she felt the fullness of the plug inside her ass. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought it, too, was vibrating, sending low pulses through her ass and into her sex; her body shuddered and she resumed leaking fluids out of both ends. She had only a little fight left and it was being vibrated out of her moment by moment.

Madison bent down and licked her face. “Good night, Ronnie. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Ronnie phased back in – the room had fallen quiet. Dirk had turned off the sybian and unclamped Kirsten’s nipples, giving the girl her first rest of the evening. Based on the noise from the other room, he had gone back to work on Mandy. She still had a couple of hours before it was time to wake Madison so she drifted back out.

In her mind she flashed back to a plane; she was in a 747 circling Dubai. She was smartly dressed; anyone else on the flight would have thought she was traveling here for business. Only she knew that the man sitting next to her, Dirk, held the key to her new apartment, and new life, on the 133rd floor of the Burj Dubai. He thought it was risky to travel commercial, but they had no problems with documentation. Nobody made much of an effort to look for young Mexican girls that disappeared from McDonald’s parking lots at night in the hood, and Maribel Garza was the furthest thing from anyone’s mind when the caramel-skinned woman showed Veronica Hasan’s Emirate of Dubai passport which bore the special imprint of the Minister of Alternative Energy.

The couple walked across the tarmac and got into a waiting limo. It had been a long flight; neither had said a word. A few weeks ago she had been taking orders for Big Macs; now she was taking orders for giving up her ass, and was apparently a quick learner. The limo pulled into the underground garage for the tower. Dirk got out and escorted Veronica to the elevator. The ride up 133 floors took an eternity. Her suite occupied the entire floor.

“This is where you will stay. Your every need – nearly every need – will be attended to. But first, the inspection.” He pointed to an exam table in the corner of the room. She hadn’t noticed the woman standing there in a hajib and white coat. “This is Dr. Khan. She’ll be your OB gyn.”

“Hello, I am Dr. Khan. Please undress and lie down on the table. Are you taking contraceptives?”

The woman quickly complied. Her large, round breasts perked slightly in the room’s cold air; other than her head and eyebrows, she was hairless across her entire body.


“Have you ever been?”

“No. No reason.” She lied down on the table, but her arms behind her head and slowly spread her legs. Dr. Khan slid two fingers inside and performed a quick exam. Veronica tossed her head to the side; she was so sensitive inside even a clinical exam would turn her on.

“Still a virgin. You’re very sensitive and tender. I can see why you were selected for this mission. I’ll have the pills sent up later today.” Dr. Khan went to the restroom, washed her hands and quickly left.

“Before the sheikh comes, I’ll need to explain a few things to you.” Dirk said. Veronica sat up to get dressed. “You should leave the clothes off. Part of the rules for you is that your ass must be constantly exposed whenever you are in this suite. You can never refuse a man who wants to take your ass. And, most importantly, you MUST remain a virgin.”

“And if I don’t?” She stared at him quizzically.

“You have to understand, Ronnie, you are here to satisfy the urges they feel are beneath their wives, that would defile them. That makes it not ‘cheating,’ for lack of a better word.”

“You mean, like Clinton and oral sex?”

“Yes. Exactly. Doesn’t make sense to me exactly, but I just work here.”

“And they need me to remain pure for the set up to work?”


“And if I don’t?”

“They have a large transient population of foreign nationals here from Indian, Pakistan, and the Philipines. A large population of men, I should say. You’ve heard about the way women are treated in India?”

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