ASIAN SLAVE

BY ANAL AL
liter3@earthlink.net

[ part 2 ]

Tiffany awoke to hear crying. She tried to get up but couldn't. Then realizing that she couldn’t see either came to the conclusion that she was blindfolded, tied and gagged. Not able to do anything she listened as she hear a girl crying, not too far from where she was. Remembering that the men in the van had grabbed her, Lisa and Becky, she noticed that where ever it was that she was at was not the van. Or at least if it was, they were stopped. She didn't feel any apparent motion.

The crying was somewhat muffled. She could hear panting and motion as well as some suppressed grunting. Quickly she surmised that someone was getting raped. Judging from the weakness of the crying and knowing how strong a voice that Lisa had she came the dismal conclusion that the person getting raped was her little sister Becky.

Then the realization that they were in serious trouble really set in. She could feel the tightness of her jeans and the dryness of her own vagina and knew that she hadn't had her turn yet. That along struck more fear into Tiffany than the knowledge that her sister was at this moment being stretched wide by some thick dicked man nearly three times her age.

After a while the man came inside of Rebecca and fell into a heap. Tiffany was listening and could tell because the panting stopped and the man's breathing began to slow. In addition, Becky's crying became one more of sorrow rather than pain. From the sound of it he had her head covered up with something.

Next she heard a zipper noise and then a door slammed. From the sound of it Tiffany figured that her and her sister were still in the van. She didn't hear any other sounds so the men must have taken Lisa and gone somewhere else.

Tiffany tried to move several times but couldn't. Her bladder was uncomfortably full from the large soft drink she had chugged down while waiting on the boys at Dusty's. Unable to cry for help because of the gag in her mouth she finally resorted to the only relief possible by pissing in her pants. It left a very uncomfortable, warm, wet feeling as the urine soaked her panties, jeans and the carpet of the floor where she was laying. Still, it was better than holding it in.

A long time later Tiffany was awakened by someone picking her up. She then realized that she must have gone to sleep and had no idea of how long it had been. Two pairs of hands carried her. She could hear steps and felt the tilt as she was carried up at least two flights, albeit short ones.

They two men made comments about how nice they thought she was as they carried her. One of them said he couldn't wait to get some. Tiffany cried at the thought of being raped. Not that she was a virgin, she had given that to Frank some two years earlier at the tender age of thirteen, but she still didn't want some man to force himself inside of her without her consent and without so much as a choice in the matter.

She had little doubt that Lisa had already been raped as she knew Becky had been. The two men set her down on a hard wood floor and walked out of the room. She could hear whimpering behind her. After the door shut the whimpering stopped.

"Tiff." the voice whispered. It was Lisa.

Tiffany tried to wiggle, but couldn't. She was hog-tied.

"Tiff. Listen. I know you can't talk. I just want to say that I'm sorry. If we get out of this I'll try to make it up to you somehow, I don't know how, but I'll try. No matter what they do to you just lie there. Don't fight it. It'll only make things worse. They like it when you fight and will only punch you more. If you just act like a vegetable they'll lose interest. And try not to cry, the get off on hearing and seeing us cry. Just zone out and try not to think about it."

After hearing footsteps, Lisa paused until the steps passed. "I don't know where they've taken Becky but they came and got her two hours ago. It's ten in the morning. We're in a farmhouse of some sort. They drove for over three hours last night before stopping here. I don't know exactly where, I couldn't see."

More footsteps passed in the hallway outside. "I'm tied up too or I'd come turn you loose. I'm not tied as tightly as you are and don't have a blindfold on, but they have me chained up to the wall to a hook real high up. From the looks of it we aren't the first to have been brought here."

Tiffany wept silently at this news. That meant that the men would mostly likely kill them when they were finished with the girls. She knew she had to escape, with or without her sister and Lisa if the chance arose. At least she could try and get away and hopefully bring some help before it was too late. She tested her ropes again but couldn't move any more.

Minutes later she heard footsteps in the hallway again. They stopped outside the door and she could hear a latch being turned. Then the steps approached her.

"Well now pretty little thing. Let's get you some food. Don't want you to spoil now do we." the gravely voiced man said.

Tiffany could feel something being put around her neck. It was cold, and clanked. Seconds later she realized it was a chain as the man snapped the lock shut, ensuring that she had enough slack to breath. He then unstrung more of the chain and dropped it. Coming back he grabbed the rope between her hands and feet and pulled her across the slick wood floor. Then she could hear the chain being attached with another lock at the far end.

As the blindfold was removed she squinted as the brightness of the room. Not that it was brighter than usual, but the thick blindfold had her in total darkness. For the first time she got a look at the man. He looked as old as her dad. Maybe in his forties. He was a light black man. Wearing a sleeveless shirt she could see tattoos on his muscular arms. He then undid her ropes and left, winking at her.

After the door was latched she sat upright and looked over at Lisa. The beating that she had alluded to earlier was readily apparent. Both eyes were blackened and she had dried blood on her face. Rope marks were apparent around Lisa's neck and wrists. In addition from the way Lisa was sprawled out on the floor, Tiffany could see that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her red dress.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Tiffany asked, sitting up.

"We aren't." Lisa said sullenly.

"How many are there?"

"At least five from what I can count. The guy that was just in here is the nicest of the bunch. Better eat while you got the chance." Lisa motioned to the package and drink on the floor beside her friend.

"That's from Billy-Bobs." Tiffany said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they are the only ones in town that use a cup that looks like that." Tiffany said and picked it up. "It's still cold and has ice in it." She removed the lid and peered inside. "Been at least an hour, maybe two, not more than that."

"So?"

"Look Lisa, we need to figure out where we are so we'll know which way to run when we get free." Tiffany said.

"Forget it. They are real careful. Besides, what's a watered down Coke going to tell you?"

"That we are probably within two hours drive or less from town. Unless, of course, they let it sit for a while before bringing it in here."

"Yeah, well, they might have just refilled that cup with something from a cooler."

"Nope. It's flaked ice like Billy-Bobs uses. And this is a breakfast roll-up. They quit serving breakfast roll-ups at nine."

"I thought they quit serving breakfast at eleven?"

"On the weekends they do. But this is Monday. So they quit at nine. That means that we are most likely at least an hour and probably not more than two from town."

"Like I said, we drove for three hours last night. I got a look at my watch. They grabbed us around 8:45 and it was midnight when they chained me up in here." Lisa said.

"So if we get away we had best plan on stealing some transportation. You don't have any idea of where they brought Becky?" Tiffany asked, tearing into the food.

"I don't know where the brought her. We were both raped several times. All five of them have had me, but I think only two were with her." Lisa said.

"Any idea of why they didn't do me?"

"One of them slugged you a little too hard last night. And then another one stopped him from taking you while you were out. Said he had something real special in mind for you and told the one that hit you to take me instead." Lisa said.

"Just wonderful." Tiffany said, wadding up the paper that the breakfast had come in. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Forget it. Just take some advice, pee when they aren't watching. I'd go now if you can." Lisa said.

"Why?"

"Just take some advice will you?"

Beginning to wonder what the men could possibly want with her when she had to pee she decided that it might be best to listen to Lisa. So she walked to the corner of the windowless room and pulled down her pants and panties and peed in the corner. The previous nights urine had dried, but was still apparent by the smell. Lisa didn't watch.

"Geez, there's nothing in here." Tiffany commented as she pulled up her pants and rezipped them.

"That's right. No windows, nothing. Just that door. Notice, however that there are hooks enough for eight. Guess they give dinner parties some time." Lisa said with all the levity she could manage.

"Yeah, right. Did they whip you?" Tiffany asked, noticing marks on Lisa's thighs.

"Among other things..." the girl trailed off.

The two girls sat in silence for nearly an hour before they heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened and a man came in carrying Becky over his shoulder. He chained the unconscious girl to the wall, previously unoccupied and then went to Tiffany.

Seeing that the man was probably better than two hundred pounds, very muscular and remembering Lisa's advice she didn't resist or even make any comments as the man ran his hands along her thighs. He then took a key out of his hip pocket and unlocked her chain from the hook high up on the wall. The hook was mounted at least six feet off of the floor. He then jerked the chain and Tiffany got up.

"You sure are a sweet young thing, you are." the man said as he reached back to shut and lock the door to the room. He then reached around and fondled her breasts through her shirt. He pulled her close and licked on her neck and ear. Grimacing, Tiffany willed herself to not resist. After seeing what Lisa looked like and the fact that Rebecca was out cold she decided to not fight and see if Lisa was right. Knowing what a wildcat her friend was and how beaten she was now Tiffany guessed that she couldn't fare much better.

"Yep, you are the sweetest of the three. Not all that big, but definitely sweet!" the man said squeezing both of Tiffany's breasts.

He then led her down the hall and down a set of carpeted stairs. The house they were in was a very large farm house, with construction not untypical for this part of the country. Tiffany had been in dozens of homes like this. There wasn't much in the way of furnishing, as if it was possibly recently abandoned.

Through the kitchen where another man was sitting who gave her a pat on the butt as she passed the man leading Tiffany opened the door to the basement. He then pushed her down the stairs ahead of him, keeping her from falling by tugging on the chain. The diameter of the links provided support without cutting in to her tender skin.

The bottom of the basement was well lit and two of the men were at the bottom of the stairs looking expectantly up at her arrival. Both of them were naked. One was hard. Tiffany wept silently and tried her best to suppress her tears, knowing it was now her turn.

"Well hurry up." one of the men said.

"Take off your clothes." the one with the boner instructed.

Tiffany silently began to remove her clothing, knowing the escape was impossible and that if she didn't take off her clothes herself that they would rip them off for her. Either way she was soon to be naked and raped.

The man behind her stepped around her and attached her chain to a column in the middle of the basement. Tiffany continued until finally all that was left were her panties. She looked one last time for hope that she wouldn't have to continue to strip. The three men watched her silently. Slowly she pulled down her white panties to reveal her tender blond pubes. The soft pinkness of her labia sticking down to just below the tufts.

Finally, naked she stood before the three men. The one who had brought her down was now naked. One of them pointed to a dirty mat nearby with a chair on one end of it. The one who had led her down hurriedly got in front of her and lay down, face up, his erect member reaching upwards. She walked to him and straddled him. It was obvious to her that she was to sit on it.

Lowering herself carefully she was thankful that she at least got to control the initial insertion. Being somewhat dry she tried to do it slowly. Her attempts at gentleness were thwarted by a pair of strong hands on her shoulders forcing her down onto the erect penis. She gasped as it dragged, very dry, into her vagina. Looking up Tiffany saw one of the men placing the chair over the head of the one lying on the floor. He sat on the edge of the chair and grabbed a handful of her hair. Forcing her head down she was made to accept his foul smelling member into her mouth. He rammed her head down onto it while the one on the bottom began to pump her up and down on his dick.

Next she felt the third one greasing her asshole. Being anal virgin she knew all too well that being sodomized was going to hurt like hell. True to her expectations she screamed as the man behind her rammed himself into her tiny, tender anus. She felt as if she were being ripped apart as he entered, the tearing feeling continuing until his balls slammed into her.

Meanwhile she had to fight to keep from choking on the large cock being shoved into her mouth. The one in her pussy was the least of her worries. Having three men in her at once was certainly a new experience for the fifteen year old, and one which she hoped would never be repeated again. She silently wished that the would just go ahead and kill her and get it over with. Put an end to the humiliation and pain that she was now suffering.

It seemed to go on for hours when in reality it lasted but fifteen minutes. The man in her mouth was the first to come. Shooting load after load into her mouth he held her fast and forced her to swallow it. The smell from his unwashed body made her want to throw up. Finally finished he allowed his limp cock to slip from her mouth. Moments later the one underneath her heaved mightily and shook with the intense orgasm. He too let his cock fall away as it went limp.

The one in her ass continued to pound away. Her poor butt burning from the friction and tearing of the delicate anal tissues. She looked down to see blood dripped on the man beneath her. Blood she knew wasn't from her non-virgin pussy, her period having ended nearly a week ago. She wept at the awareness of how her ass had been torn by the rough entrance of the man. Even lubricated as he was the sheer size when compared to her virgin asshole was still too much.

The man beneath her slipped away and the one behind pushed her roughly onto the mat, all the while maintaining his thrusting in her behind. She fell down and bumped her nose into the concrete, padded only by the thin sleeping bag they were on. Laying there she prayed for it to soon be over with. The minutes dragged by as the man continued his rough reciprocal motion in her ass. Finally, she could feel his dick growing in diameter as he approached ejaculation. Spurting cum deep into her ass he fell on top of her, his sweat dripping all over her.

"Damned that was good Buford." one of the men commented as he sat watching the one resting on top of Tiffany.

"Sure was. I think I'll keep this one." the man on top of her said.

"Like hell you will. You know the rules. We only get a couple of days with them then we have to get rid of 'em. It wouldn't do to get caught with such good looking young stuff."

"Sure be a shame to ship off such a cherry one as this. Even if she don't have the looks of the black headed one she sure does fuck good." the man drinking the beer said and reached down and twisted her nipple.

The man on top of her got up and Tiffany just lay there, not wanting to move. Her ass was on fire. One of the men set about tying ropes around her wrists and ankles. She just lay still and let him, knowing that she was going to be tied up and most probably whipped.

Her thoughts turned to her mother and about the many times that her mom had told her and Becky about older men liking to grab young girls. They had always just shrugged it off as a paranoid, overprotective mother or an old wives' tale. Now she knew, firsthand, that it was a fact.

Two of the men picked her up and looped the ropes over some hooks high up on posts. They tied the ropes off and her feet were dangling several inches off of the floor. It hurt badly to be pulled up like this. The distance between the poles was some five feet and the ropes were attached near the ceiling, around seven and a half feet. The ropes not only held her full weight off of the floor but acted to pull her arms apart as well.

Next they spread her legs and tied one ankle to each pole at a point nearly two feet off of the floor. She was suspended in mid-air, her sopping wet pussy now blowing in the breeze. Her body exposed and defenseless. She could feel something warm running down her leg.

"Did you remember to close the door Burt?"

"'did you remember to close the door Burt'" the man mocked back at him. "Of course I did you damned imbecile."

Tiffany screamed out as the first lash fell across her buttocks. The man behind her, whom she could not see, had begun to whip her with a long leather whip. It cracked as it met with her tender flesh. The strips burning and hurting until replaced by the next lash. He continued, with Tiffany screaming to the top of her lungs, until he had laid fifty lashes on her butt. He then took another twenty on the back of each thigh.

During a pause she begged them to stop but to no avail. Another of the men began to whip her breasts and stomach with a smaller whip, but no less painful. After striping her good he proceeded to whip her between the legs. The whip snapping up and parting her labia with every lash. The stinging in her pussy was nearly unbearable. Never before in her young life had she felt such pain. And she hadn't even done anything to deserve it.

After the man in front stopped the third one started shocking her up and down on the inside of her thighs with a cattle prod. Lucky, she thought, that he wasn't using a self defense type which was much more powerful. He proceeded up and into her vagina. The small electric spark raising a welt and a scream of agony as it went. After a through electrification of her vagina he toasted her asshole and but good.

Unable to stand the pain any long she passed out. Coming too everything was hazy but she soon realized that she was back in the holding room. She opened her eyes against the brightness and saw Rebecca looking at her.

"Tiffany?"

"I hurt!"

"I know you do. You've been out for over an hour. What do they want?"

"They never asked. They just.... just raped me. And then, and then they... they just ... started whipping me. The kept on and kept on..."

"I know."

"Where's Lisa?" Tiffany finally gained enough sense to ask.

"They took her down for some more no doubt."

Tiffany attempted to sit up but was much too tired. Rebecca was chained to the far wall and couldn't get close enough to help her sister, not that she had all that much strength left herself. The hard whippings had taken their toll on the young girls.

"Can you hear her?"

"No. No one outside the basement can hear anything. One of them said something about it being soundproof to me. I didn't hear anything while they were doing you. I think they may have taken Lisa down for more. The first time up she wasn't as marked up as you are. And to hear her describe her first one it wasn't even half what they gave me."

"I think I'm going to be sick." Tiffany said as the contents of her stomach started to bubble up into her throat. The thought of all those dirty dicks being pressed into her and the horrible whipping she had just endured were too much and she finally puked off to the side.

Looking down she saw the blood on her legs and threw up some more. Reaching back to touch her very tender asshole she brought her fingers up hesitantly and looked. Her ass was caked with shit and blood. After the third heave her stomach was empty.

"Tiffany?"

"Yeah." she said, wiping her mouth on her forearm.

"Did they.... well, did they put themselves into ... well you know..."

"In my ass. Go ahead, say it. They fucked me in the ass. The fucked me in the pussy, they came in my mouth. The bastards."

"Lisa and I have both had similar. We talked about it while you were down there. Being..."

"Tortured. They are torturing us, raping us and then they are going to kill us and dump our bodies somewhere where they can't be found."

"Lisa doesn't think so. She told me to notice how well set up they were for whipping and fucking us. She also pointed out that one of them specifically felt up her tits and made a comment about how good a price he would get for them."

A light of an idea went off in Tiffany's head. "Sell us?"

"That's what Lisa thinks."

"You mean as slaves?"

"Yes."

The two girls sat in silence as they contemplated what could happen to them if they were sold as slaves. The mistreatment would most likely continue. Death, although somewhat welcome at the moment would not be theirs to possess.