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My New Life as Property: Resurrection
By vulgus

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Story Codes: IR, NC, Exhib, MMMMF

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I have received several complaints from people who were unhappy
with the Pollyanna endings to my stories. In response I wrote
part one of this story without a happy ending. If you have not
already read it, please read it first or this story won't make
much sense. My favorite fan contacted me after she read part one
of this story. She was deeply troubled that I had left that poor
woman up on that mountain with the cretins who were tormenting
her. She has been after me ever since to get her down off that
mountain. So Alice, here is the rest of the story.

I don't know how long I had been up on this damned mountain. I
had lived through three long, bitter, miserable winters. I had
been here long enough that I almost never thought about my old
life. I almost never thought about returning to my old life. I
had screwed up my life pretty bad before I had been kidnapped and
there wasn't much to return to. 

I thought about my parents sometimes. I would have loved to see
them or hear from them. They probably think that I am dead now.

I had gotten used to my new life as a slave. I wouldn't go so far
as to say that I was happy. I had adjusted though. I had learned
to do those things that were expected of me without hesitation,
and more importantly without screwing up. The penalty for making
John or one of the others mad could be pretty severe. 

The worst part wasn't the sex anymore. That had been what
bothered me the most at first. I was available to anyone who
wanted me at anytime, day or night, to do the most disgusting
things. The men, the women, the boys, the girls, they all used
me. After a while I didn't even mind most of it. I hadn't come to
like it. I just didn't care much one way or the other.

I had learned to behave quickly. Or rather, I had been taught to
behave. Especially after I spent a night tied up outside getting
raped by their pack of dogs. I never wanted to repeat that. I
wasn't perfect after that. I sometimes said or did something that
pissed John off. I was beaten with a belt a couple of times. I
never did anything to get John mad enough to rate being tied up
for the dogs again though. I had been a changed woman after that
night.

Once the neighbor's oldest teenage son had been taken to task for
his disgusting little perversions the worst part of my life was
being naked all the time. I didn't even mind that so much during
the spring and summer. In the winter though, it got pretty damned
cold up on that mountain! 

Those frosty mornings, going out in the icy morning air in the
nude to clean out the chamber pots and fetch wood and do my other
chores were something to dread. My biggest dread remained the
same though. I was terrified that I would be mated with Leo. 

Leo was a young adult now and way past what was considered
marrying age up here. Since there were only two families living
in this mountain top glen and the families had almost no contact
with the outside world, the most natural choice for a mate for
Leo would be John's oldest daughter, Becky. 

Becky, as far as I could tell, had never refused any of the males
up here anything. The girls up here did not say no to the boys.
That could get you some pretty severe punishment. Up to and
including a night with the dogs, depending on the severity of the
offense. Becky had absolutely refused to be Leo's mate though. It
caused some problems. John probably would have insisted, but I am
pretty sure that his wife, Liz, took Becky's side on this. 

Liz seldom interfered in the men's business, the running of the
farm or the raising of the kids or anything like that. That was
something a woman up here didn't do. You didn't question anything
that a male said. John may have been something of a despot. He
ran his family with an iron hand. He also molested his two
daughters as a way of life. He didn't see anything wrong with
that. He loved them though, in his strange way. 

If John had insisted, I suppose that Becky would have been mated
with Leo. But John was not unaware of the devil that lived in Leo
and he did, in his way, love his daughter.

It isn't that Leo was unattractive. He was actually a pretty good
looking young man. There was something wrong with him though.
There was something running through him that gave people a chill
when they met him. They could sense it. It was in his eyes. 

The other kids were nervous around Leo. You always tried not to
be alone with him, especially the girls. His father kept him on a
pretty tight leash though. So after my last unpleasant run in
with him he had made an effort to act like a normal kid. He
wasn't. We all knew that it was just an act. He was just biding
his time.

I suspect that I am part of the reason that Leo finally left the
glen and made his way down off the mountain. There were a lot of
reasons. It wasn't just one thing. He didn't like the hard life
up here with no luxuries and almost no necessities. Pretty much
the only form of entertainment was sex. This often meant everyone
having sex with me. I was everyone's toy. 

That was not the primary reason that I had been brought here
though. It was a reason, but the main reason was to teach the
eight children of the two couples that lived and worked on this
farm to read and write. I had been kidnapped three years ago
because I was cute and young and sexy, but more than that,
because there was a University parking sticker on my windshield.

I had spent most of my days teaching the kids to read and write
and introducing them to the world that existed outside of this
little farm. They have never heard a radio or seen a television
or a computer. They have never been to a restaurant or a movie.
They had no concept of government or international boundaries.
They had never seen an airplane up close, or a boat or a
motorcycle, or even a bicycle!

I taught them to read and write and add and subtract. I also
spent many hours telling them about the world out there that they
were hearing about for the very first time. 

It was fascinating for me, seeing the world through their eyes.
It gave me a whole new perspective. It also reminded me of how
much I missed civilization. I missed it, but I never expected to
get any closer to it than the farmer's market I was taken to
twice a year.

Leo finally left after a fight with his father. It wasn't
anything unusual. It wasn't a big knock down drag out. One day
Leo had just flown off the handle about something. It was nothing
really. His father had walked into the barn and caught Leo. He
was just about to take a strap to one of the plow horses. Leo
treated the animals on the farm just as badly as he did the
people.

His father had stopped him and I wasn't there but I heard Jed,
John's oldest son, telling Becky that Leo had turned towards his
father and had been just about that close to attacking him. He
had stood glaring at his father for a long moment and then he
said, "Fuck it! I've had enough of your shit! I'm getting the
hell out of here."

He had stomped off and packed a few belongings into a sack and
walked off down the narrow lane that led back to civilization. No
one came right out and said it, but all of us were actually
relieved that he was gone. Even his parents!

Actually, there was very little change in the glen after Leo
left, except, of course, that we were all more comfortable,
especially when going somewhere alone around the farm. We girls
had always been uncomfortable going to the barn or the hen house,
anywhere alone that we might run into Leo.

We always had to worry in the back of our minds that Leo would
see us alone somewhere and decide to play one of his nasty,
perverted, sick little games.

Since Leo left it was like there was a long, slow collective sigh
of relief. We, especially the females, all felt much safer now.

It was three months before I saw him again. It was not a pleasant
occasion. John and Daryl McKay had taken me to the farmer's
market and as usual, while Daryl was selling the produce from the
farm, John was taking me around to the other farmers who were
marketing their produce and selling me. Well, selling parts of me
anyway. It had become a part of my life as a sex slave now. At
every farmer's market John would take me around to the other
farmers who were selling their produce at the market and pimp me
out. 

This was the fourth year and they all knew me and they all looked
forward to spending some time in the woods with me, fucking me or
getting that blowjob that they can't get at home. I didn't even
mind anymore. I didn't like being a prostitute, but it was just
sex. No big deal!

The difference this time was that I had only worked my way
through about half of the farmers when I ran into Leo. Well, that
isn't quite correct. He was waiting to ambush me. I had just
finished satisfying one of my steady customers. He had thanked me
nicely and as he walked back through the woods to his vegetable
stand I put my old dress back on and straightened myself out.

My most recent "lover" had just barely gotten out of sight when I
heard a noise behind me. I was startled and spun around and there
was Leo, smirking at me as he watched me trying to make myself
presentable.

I am pretty sure that my heart stopped for just a couple of
seconds. I had really thought that I would never see his scary
face again. If I had the brains that god gave a tree I would have
immediately turned and run screaming from the woods as soon as I
saw him.

Instead I stood there, paralyzed, while he walked up to me and
said quietly, "I sure have missed fucking you, cunt. Don't worry
though. I'm going to give you a chance to make it up to me."

He grabbed my arm and started to pull me deeper into the woods
and at first I let him. Then I realized what was happening and I
stopped and tried to pull away from him. I was too scared to
speak, but I shook my head and tried to pull my arm away from
him.

He just grinned and turned back to me and before I even knew what
was going on his arm shot out and his fist sank into my stomach,
knocking the breath out of me. I doubled over and he grabbed my
hair and straightened me up and with his face about an inch from
my own he snarled at me. 

"Don't you fucking dare! You don't pull away from me! You don't
say no to me! Do you hear me bitch?!"

I couldn't talk, I still couldn't breathe. I didn't respond, but
he knew I would cave. Unfortunately, he was right. He grabbed my
arm again and he pulled me through the trees, almost at a run. 

We came out at the rear of the customer parking area, a big grass
covered field where the customers parked to go shopping for fresh
fruits and vegetables. He pulled me across the lot and I noticed
that he kept looking back nervously. I knew that he was checking
to make sure no one was following, especially not John. The funny
thing is that I was hoping John, my kidnapper, would come running
out of the forest behind us and stop Leo. I was terrified of this
sick, twisted individual.

Leo pulled me up to a ratty old minivan and as we approached
someone on the inside slid the side door open and I was pushed in
roughly, landing in the lap of some strange young man. Leo
slammed the door and got into the front passenger seat and as the
van sped away I was manhandled into a sitting position between
two guys who seemed to be about Leo's age, around eighteen or
nineteen.

Leo turned around in his seat and watched proudly as the men on
either side of me leered at me. One of them said, "Leo has told
us a lot about you. We decided that you were just what we needed
at our place. Leo says you have been a slave for three years now,
so I guess you are pretty well trained."

No one spoke for a moment and then the one on my left said,
"What's your name? Leo said he fucked you hundreds of times, but
he never knew your name. All they ever called you was cunt or
bitch. You do have a name, don't you?"

I nodded. It was funny though. I hadn't heard my name spoken in
three years. I had become "cunt" in my own mind! I was being
bombarded by events. I was being kidnapped again. This time by a
young man that terrified me. Not because he was a stranger or
because I was afraid of being raped. Rape had no terror for me
anymore. It was just a fact of my life.

Leo would not be content with fucking me or forcing me to suck
his cock though. He was a sick fuck. His favorite game had been
to piss in me. He loved to catch me alone and piss down my throat
or entertain the other kids by tying me up and pissing in my
pussy. It wasn't just that either. He liked to hit, he liked to
hurt.

I was afraid that his friends would be just as warped as he was.
They were, after all, kidnapping me. It didn't bode well that
they were friends with Leo. You couldn't be with Leo and not
sense that there was something ugly in him. It didn't do anything
to alleviate my suspicions when the guy grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back and said, "I asked you a fucking question!
Are you stupid? What is your fucking name, bitch?"

I reached up to grab his arm and try to relieve the pressure on
my hair but Leo yelled at me to put my arms down and I obeyed
instantly. I was trained to obey him and I didn't even think
about it. 

I had tears of pain and fear streaming from my eyes now. I gasped
in pain, but I managed to say, "Tracy! My name is Tracy. Tracy
Collins! Please, don't hurt me."

He didn't release my hair, but he relaxed his grip. The pain
abated, but he still used his grip on my hair to control me. He
leaned closer and said quietly, "Hello Tracy. I'm Nick. It's a
pleasure to meet you." 

I was still sobbing quietly and I could hardly see him for the
tears in my eyes. I heard something in his voice though.
Something in his voice told me that he had that thing in him,
that twisted thing that made him enjoy hurting and humiliating
people, women. Just like Leo.

I saw him lean closer and I jumped when I felt him stick out his
tongue and lap my face like a dog. He lapped the tears from my
cheeks as if he were getting off on tasting my fear and my pain.

I heard the man on the other side of me chuckle. The driver was
enjoying my suffering too. He spoke over his shoulder and said,
"Shit Nick! How does the bitch taste? Is she as sweet as she
looks?"

Nick responded, "Not bad. I bet her pussy tastes better though!"

It was as I had feared. It was obvious what had drawn these four
young men to each other. They shared that twisted something
inside them that turned raping and hurting a woman and
humiliating her into a game, a pleasant pastime. I could hear it
in their voices.

Nick let my hair go and I sat back, trying to take up as little
space between them as possible. As soon as Nick dropped his hand
Leo said, "Take the dress off cunt. I'm not used to seeing you
with clothes on. I don't like it."

I had been naked for three years now. The only exception was when
John took me to the farmer's market. It had reached a point that
I was no longer comfortable with clothes on. My main function at
those farmer's markets was to prostitute myself to the other
farmers there. I had undressed for and had sex with dozens of
men. It had become no big deal. I desperately didn't want to do
this though, not with these four twisted young men.

I didn't dare refuse. It never even occurred to me to refuse. I
leaned forward and reached behind my back to slide the zipper
down on my old dress. This was my only remaining article of
clothing. The rest of my clothes had been divided up between Liz
and Becky back in the glen. I had this one dress that I only wore
to farmer's markets, and then only between customers as I made
trip after trip to that old mattress in the woods to have sex
with them.

Once I had lowered the zipper I let the dress slide off of my
shoulders and slid my arms free. The dress collected at my waist
and I lifted my butt off of the seat and slid it down and after
lifting my feet free I picked it up and held it in my hands. I
didn't know what to do with it.

Leo reached back and grabbed my dress and tossed it up on the
dashboard as the boys made comments about my breasts and my large
thatch of pubic hair. It seems that my B cup breasts were too
small and my pubic hair was too long. I used to trim it, until I
was kidnapped and taken to the glen to be a slave. It was obvious
from the comments of Leo's friends that I would soon be trimming
it again.

The boys on either side of me began to grope me roughly. They
squeezed and pulled at my breasts and as my nipples grew they
both concentrated on them. They were not just exploring my body.
This was not foreplay. They were hurting me because it amused
them to do so. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other as
they pulled my nipples out away from my body and twisted them
cruelly. 

I was crying and pleading with them to stop hurting me, but I
kept my arms as my side and let them do whatever they wanted with
my body. Nick reached down and pulled at a large clump of my
pubic hair as though he were trying to pull it out by the roots.
I cried out and my butt came right up off of the seat, much to
everyone's amusement.

He lifted my leg and placed it between his own, giving him better
access to my pussy. He used that to his cruel advantage by first
forcing a finger into my dry pussy and then removing it and
pulling roughly at my labia, stretching and twisting them while
staring at my face and enjoying my pain. I cried out, but I heard
all four of them laughing at my suffering. 

Nick only spent a few moments tormenting my labia before he said,
"Fuck this shit!" He grabbed my hair again and pulled me down
onto the filthy carpet on my knees and he slid his shorts and his
underwear down and pulled one leg free so that he could spread
his legs.

I was almost relieved. I could handle a blowjob a lot better than
being tortured. His cock was unremarkable, probably no more than
six inches long and maybe even a little below average in
diameter. He pulled me between his legs and forced my head down
to his crotch. 

I didn't even think of resisting. Just the opposite! I was
relieved to be sucking his cock and stop the pain that they had
been inflicting on the most sensitive areas of my body. I easily
took his average sized cock down my throat and then I sucked him
off, taking my time and making it last as long as I could. I was
in no hurry to finish. As long as I was doing this they were
leaving me alone.

Nick didn't seem to last very long, but the other young man in
the back with us, who I now learned was named Matt, waited until
I had swallowed and then grabbed my hair and pulled me over in
front of him. His pants were already open and his cock was
already standing up, hard and ready. 

He had a normal sized cock, but there was a very pronounced bend
about two inches from the tip. I had seen boys with bends in
their cocks before, but never as severe as this one. I was
concerned about taking it into my throat. 

Matt didn't share my concerns. He had seen me take Nick's cock
into my throat and from the conversation I knew that Leo had told
his friends all about the things I had done in the glen. I even
heard him say something about the dogs!

As I tried to work Matt's crooked cock into my throat he grabbed
the back of my head and used my hair to pull my head down,
forcing his cock down my throat. It went easier than I had
expected. It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. 

While I sucked on Matt's cock I listened to Nick telling the
driver, Dale, what a good cocksucker I was. After his brief
praise though, they began asking Leo about the other things. He
had told them how he used to piss down my throat and in my pussy.
He had told them about the night that I had been tied to the
bench and raped by John's pack of dogs all night long. They
seemed fascinated and it really scared me that the things that
seemed to interest them the most were the things that had been
the most disgusting and degrading for me.

It was obvious that the four men had a lot in common and I began
to realize that if I was going to survive this I was going to
have to start thinking about escape. For the last three years,
since I was originally kidnapped, I had been stuck so far up on
that desolate mountain that I didn't dare try to escape. I hadn't
even thought about it for the last couple of years. I had come to
accept my life of servitude. 

It hadn't been that bad, once Leo was put in check, and once I
had gotten over that night with the dogs. My life wasn't
pleasant. I was raped a dozen times a day and I worked from dawn
to dusk. I missed my parents and indoor plumbing and books and
music. I was hardly ever beaten though and I ate well. I suppose
a lot of people in the world have a worse life.

Now though, I would not be stuck out on some mountain top. I
might be able to escape. And now I would be a prisoner to four
men who, from the sound of the conversation that they were having
about me, were all looking forward to tormenting me, subjecting
me to the kinds of games that had made Leo such a scary young
man. 

It had already started. Not the sex, not sucking their cocks. I
could handle that. I had seen their faces when they were
torturing my breasts a few minutes ago. To them that had been
foreplay. They had enjoyed the hell out of it. Hurting me,
scaring me, that had turned them on.

The conversation must have really turned Matt on because it
didn't seem to take very long for him to cum. I was glad to be
done with him. That crooked cock felt really funny in my throat,
like something you tried to swallow went down the wrong hole. It
didn't hurt. I just felt like I was going to choke on it.

After I swallowed Matt's cum I started to straighten up but he
pulled me back down and made me hold his soft cock in my mouth
for a few minutes. Long enough for Dale to stop the car and then
he and Leo changed places with Nick and Matt.

Before he sat down Dale unfastened his pants and pulled them down
and slipped them off. He pulled me over between his legs but
before I could start sucking his cock he lifted his legs and
rested them on the front seats and ordered me to eat his ass.

It wasn't something that I enjoyed doing, but I had done it often
enough that I wasn't shocked or upset. He was reasonably clean
and I didn't have any problems. As I was eating his ass I noticed
his cock throbbing. It was a little bit longer than the other two
guys I had sucked so far and much fatter. I wasn't concerned
about that either. I had seen bigger when John was selling me to
the other farmers at the semi-annual farmer's market. I would
have preferred thinner, but I knew that I would be able to handle
it.

After a few minutes Dale ordered me to lick and suck his balls
and then I sucked his cock. It slipped down my throat without
much trouble and like the two young men before him he was pretty
turned on by the idea of having a sex slave to abuse and he came
before very long. 

The only one left was Leo and I was dreading it. He was a twisted
son of a bitch and he had a really bad temper. There was no doubt
in my mind that he would rather hurt me than fuck me. I was
pretty sure that his friends would be amused by what he did to
me, and he would be in the mood to show off. I was also afraid
that anything he did they would want to try. Some of the things
that turned Leo on were really gross.

He pulled me between his legs roughly and while I sucked his cock
he leered down at me and asked in a sickly sweet voice if I had
missed him. I don't think that he was so crazy that he didn't
know how I and every other female in that glen had felt about
him. I didn't dare tell him the truth though. 

Instead, I did what I thought he expected, I mumbled, "Yes sir,"
around his hard cock.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I bet you did you lying bitch.
That's okay though. I didn't go back to get you because I love
you." He leaned forward and grabbed one of my nipples and he
watched me writhe in pain and groan as he pulled and twisted it
cruelly.

I heard a couple of his friends chuckling at my response. I found
myself praying that somehow John would figure out what had
happened and chase us down. Imagine, praying to be saved by your
kidnapper!

I was crying pretty hard by the time he leaned back and said,
"Okay bitch. I'm almost there. Speed it up, and I don't want to
cum down your throat either. I want you to enjoy every drop of
it."

I had swallowed his cum enough times over the last few years that
I didn't have a problem with that and he knew it. I imagine that
he was just saying that to amuse his friends.

I pulled my lips up to the head of his cock and finished him off
with my hand and then I sat up and showed him the cum in my
mouth.

He smiled and ordered me to swallow. Then he pulled me back down
and I took his softening cock back into my mouth. As soon as I
had his cock in my mouth he reached out suddenly and slapped my
face.

I groaned in pain, but I didn't pull away. 

He leered at me and said, "You know what I want to do next don't
you, you fucking pig?"

I shivered in fear and revulsion. I did know and I was not sure
that I could take it. I had only had to do it a few times, and
each time it had been a struggle to hold it down. 

I had spent too much time thinking and he reached out suddenly
and slapped me again. I groaned around his cock and he said, "I
asked you a fucking question! Shit! You are one stupid bitch,
aren't you?"

I was crying pretty hard now. I mumbled, "Yes sir," around his
cock again and shook my head. 

He just sat there and stared at me and I waited nervously for it
to start. He wasn't straining or giving any indication that he
was getting ready to do it. God, I couldn't even use the words!

I had my eyes closed and I was trying to breathe normally and
remain calm. I felt something on my head and I opened my eyes in
fear but it was only Leo petting my head like a fucking dog. He
said, "I hate to disappoint you. I don't have to piss right now.
I don't know about you cunt, but I have really missed that
though. We are going to have so much fun together now. Just you
and me and my friends and this time my old man ain't gonna have a
thing to say about it."

I hadn't been given any instructions to the contrary, so I was
still holding Leo's cock in my mouth when I heard Dale ask, "May
I? Watching that turned me on."

Leo grinned and nodded and I was pulled back over to Dale's
crotch by a handful of hair. He guided my face back to his crotch
and I took his already hard cock back into my mouth and started
sucking.

While I was sucking his cock I had my eyes closed until I felt
him thump my forehead with his finger. My eyes shot open and I
looked at him, trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. He
was just trying to get my attention. 

He smiled down at me and said, "Don't worry. I don't have to piss
right now either. When I do though, I want to piss in your cunt.
I have been thinking about that since Leo told us all the shit he
used to do to you. That's just about that nastiest thing that I
ever heard of. I can't wait to try it."

It took Dale much longer to cum this time. I didn't care though.
I figured I was much safer on my knees than sitting up where they
could reach me easily with their hands and hurt me.

I couldn't see out the windows very well in my position. I did
notice that we were on the road for more than hour before we
started running into traffic. We had passed an occasional farm
truck going the other way from time to time, but very rarely.
After nearly two hours I started hearing cars. All I could see
out of the window though was tree tops. There wasn't much sign of
civilization yet.

Nick pulled the van to the side of the road and the four men
traded places again. I stayed on my knees to suck off Matt for a
second time. It took a long time for Matt to cum this time and
just as I finally finished him off and swallowed his cum Dale
pulled into the parking lot of a roadside diner.

It was getting late, but it wasn't dark yet. It looked like there
was still about another hour until sundown. We were stopped at a
not very clean looking diner in the middle of nowhere. I only saw
one pickup truck in the parking lot. 

Leo handed me my dress and as I was putting it on he spent a
couple of minutes threatening me that if I said anything I
shouldn't, or if I didn't obey every order while I was inside, I
wouldn't get off of this mountain alive.

When he said it there was a real question in my mind if that
might not be the better solution. There was no doubt in my mind,
however, that he would keep his promise. I knew I wasn't going to
say or do anything in there. I was much too scared. I could
imagine that death would be preferable to whatever life with
these four men held for me. I just couldn't imagine actually
dying. No matter how bad my life was, I didn't want to die.

When I had my dress on, Leo looked in my eyes and made sure that
I understood, and that I was properly cowed. He saw what he
wanted to see and he smiled. Then we all got out and went
inside.

There was one other customer. He was an old guy, a farmer from
the looks of him. He was sitting at the counter talking with the
big, fat, greasy looking cook. They were staring at us as we came
in. Well, mostly they were staring at me. 

We sat at the counter with Leo on one side of me and Nick on the
other. The cook came over and asked us what we wanted. The menu
was on a chalkboard on the wall. 

We all ordered hamburgers, fries and drinks and after he turned
around to start the burgers I asked Leo if I could go to the
bathroom. 

Leo smiled and said, "Sure cunt. I don't want you pissing all
over my friend's car."

I got up to head for the bathroom but either Leo saw another
chance to embarrass me or he was afraid that I would try to run
away and he went with me.  He pulled me into the nasty men's room
and held the stall door open and watched.

I looked at the nasty toilet. The seat was gross. It was covered
in piss. I turned around and squatted over it and held my dress
up out of the way and after straining for a long moment I
relieved myself. I didn't have to go all that bad and it was even
harder with Leo watching. 

I must have satisfied him that I really had to go because he
didn't say anything. I wiped myself and then went to the sink. I
really didn't want to touch anything in here. It was disgusting.
There was no hot water tap. I managed to turn the cold water on
with as little contact as possible with the faucet. There was no
soap. I rinsed my hands with cool water and used a paper towel
and we went back out.

As we approached the counter the cook and the old farmer were
staring at us and smiling. I can only imagine what was going
through their minds when they saw us both go into the men's
room.

We sat and waited. The boys talked among themselves at first.
After a while though, they started including the cook and the
farmer in the conversation. Nick, Matt and Dale were flatlanders,
but Leo was from around here and was able to engage them in
conversation. 

I guess they were interested in a lone woman with four men. They
were especially interested in a woman with four men that went to
the men's room with one of them. So I soon became a topic of
conversation. According to Leo I am a flatland slut that likes to
party. I love cock and there isn't much I won't do to get it.

Leo's two new friends were a little skeptical, until he stood me
up and made me take my dress off and go over and say hello.

I was a little surprised at my reaction. I had been naked for
most of the last three years and forced to have sex with everyone
who lived in the glen. I had been forced to have sex with more
than a dozen farmers for money at the farmer's market. I had just
been forced to strip and give oral sex to Leo and his friends. It
had all been horrible, but I had not been embarrassed, at least
not in a very long time. Now, for some reason, here in a greasy
spoon restaurant I was embarrassed in front of these two
strangers. It was like they were from a different world than my
own now. They were civilians.

I walked over to the old farmer sitting on the stool at the end
of the counter and said hello. The greasy cook was leaning over
the counter and staring and both of them looked like they had
never seen a naked woman before.

The farmer looked at me, staring in awe at my breasts. Then he
looked over at Leo. He looked as embarrassed as I was!

I could hear the amusement in Leo's voice when he said, "Go ahead
man, you can touch her. You can do anything you want to that
bitch. Hell! How long has it been since you had a good blowjob?"

The old farmer turned an even darker shade of red and said
quietly, "I ain't never had a blowjob. My Mary don't do that."

"Would you like one?" Leo asked.

The farmer looked at me with a questioning look, as if to ask if
it would be alright with me. Leo saw the look and said, "Don't
worry about her old man. She's just a cunt. She does whatever I
tell her."

Leo said to the cook, "If you got a storeroom or something, you
guys can take her out there and get some head or fuck her,
whatever you want."

The cook said, "Hot damn!" Then he walked over to the old cash
register and locked it and came out from behind the counter. He
grabbed my arm and as he pulled me towards a door in the back he
said, "Come on Jeremiah," to the old farmer.

Leo called after us, "Don't be nice to her, she ain't a lady!
She's a slut and she likes being treated that way!"

The cook pushed me into the small store room and Jeremiah crowded
in behind us. The two of them stood on either side of me and
their hands began to explore my body. Despite Leo's instructions
to treat me like a slut they seemed to be almost afraid to touch
me. They were very gentle and it actually felt kind of nice. 

After a few minutes the farmer stepped back and opened his pants
and pulled them down to his knees. I saw him looking around and
he found a small stack of boxes to sit on and he spoke to me for
the first time. He said, "I don't know how to treat a woman like
that friend of yours said miss. Like I said though, I ain't never
had no woman do it to me with her mouth and I have to admit I'm
curious. So if you don't mind, I'd really appreciate it."

The cook put his hands down and I turned around and knelt at the
farmer's feet. His cock was long and skinny and already hard as a
rock. I had not had anyone talk nice to me in years. It was
almost like they thought I was a human being! I leaned forward
and took his cock into my mouth and slowly worked my lips down
his shaft until they reached the base of his cock and his pubic
hair was tickling my nose. 

He grabbed my head and exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

I moved my lips back up and then down again. The head of his
skinny cock was slipping easily into my throat on every stroke.
He didn't last five minutes. It was kind of amusing. There was no
question that he had really enjoyed it.

As soon as I swallowed his cum he caressed my hair and said,
"Young lady, that was the most wonderful thing that has happened
to me since I can't remember when. I don't care what your friend
said. I think you are pretty nice and I appreciate what you just
did for me."

I took my mouth away and smiled at him and asked, "That was
pretty quick. Would you like to do it again after I take care of
the cook?"

He looked amazed that I would even suggest it. "Do you mean it?!"
he asked excitedly. "God yes I would! I ain't never going to get
another chance like this."

The cook was hastily pulling his pants down and soon was seated
on another stack of boxes nearby. I sidled over on my knees and
moved between his short legs, pushing his chubby thighs a little
farther apart so that I could reach his very small cock. He was
very hard, but his cock was only a little over three inches long.
It was fat though, fatter than most that I had experienced. The
girth of his cock was not the problem. 

There were two problems, actually. The first was that his large
stomach hung over his little cock and I had to hold it up out of
the way to get my head into position to suck him off. The other
problem was that his body odor was horrendous. He was dirty and
sweaty and he stank! 

I took a deep breath and leaned down and took his cock into my
mouth. I couldn't use my hands on his cock and it was so short
that I could hardly get him off with my lips. Mostly I just used
my tongue on him. He lasted longer than the farmer. Probably
because his cock was so small and I had so much trouble doing
anything but sucking and licking it. Eventually that was enough
though and he shot his cum into my mouth. There was no way that
it was going straight down my throat. 

Once I had swallowed his load I moved back over to the farmer and
he was already hard again. I sucked him off just like I had last
time and he lasted much longer this time. While I was sucking him
I felt the cook behind me. He had begun to explore my body while
I worked on the farmer. I knew I was going to suck him off again
too. I didn't mind so much with the farmer. He seemed nice. He
certainly was appreciative! He was also clean.

I took my time with him and gave him the best blowjob that I
could. It was almost pleasant because he wasn't rough and he
really enjoyed what I was doing. It couldn't last forever though
and all too soon I was back to work on the cook. 

The cook wasn't a bad guy I guess. He wasn't mean or anything. I
didn't care for the way that I had to hold his stomach up off of
me while I sucked him off. That would have been okay though. It
was that awful body odor that made it so unpleasant.

While I was working on the cooks cock I felt the farmer kneel
down behind me and begin to rub his long, thin cock up and down
the crack of my ass. I didn't say anything, or react at all
actually. I continued to work on the cook but I spread my legs a
little farther apart. I thought it might feel nice to have him
put that cock inside of me while I was struggling with the cook.
It might distract me a little.

He took the hint and I felt his cock enter me slowly and gently.
Those are two words that I am not in the habit of using to
describe a sex act with and it was really nice for a change. I
was a little surprised at the old man's stamina, but I just kept
sucking on the cooks cock and concentrated on the sensations that
I was getting from the farmer's cock sawing in and out of me.

The cook came for the second time long before the farmer did and
I lowered my head to my arms and concentrated on the pleasure I
was getting from the farmer's cock and soon I was cumming. That
seemed to set the farmer off and he came for the third time. 

I guess we had been at it for quite a while because the store
room door opened and Leo peeked in. He saw that we were just
finishing up and he said to the cook, "I had to throw those
hamburgers away. They were burnt to a crisp. When you finish up
we could sure use something to eat."

The cook grinned and said, "Sorry about that man. Something
distracted me. Damn that was good! I really appreciated it. Lunch
is on me!"

I was struggling to my feet and the farmer and the cook were both
pulling their pants on. I started for the door but Leo said, "You
can't come out here like that, cunt! Clean yourself up!"

I looked down and there was just a trace of the farmer's cum
dribbling out of me. It wasn't much more than a finger full. I
scooped it up and swallowed it easily and then I followed Leo
back out to the counter.

The cook came out right behind me and made five fresh hamburgers.
The farmer came out of the men's room a couple of minutes later
and as he was leaving he stopped and thanked Leo and me. Then he
smiled and said, "I'm going home and beat my wife now for not
being you."

We all waited for our food after the farmer left. I sat, not
really listening as my four newest kidnappers talked quietly with
the sexually sated cook while he prepared our lunch.

I was a little concerned about the food in here since I had
reason to believe that the cook was hygienically challenged. It
tasted good though and I reasoned that I had more to fear from my
companions than from the food.

We left as soon as our food was eaten with the cook issuing a
heartfelt invitation to us to return soon. Leo picked up my dress
and we went back out to the van. I got in the back between Nick
and Matt and Leo got in front with Dale.

As we drove off I was groped absently by my seatmates but the
sucking seemed to be over for now. I finally got a chance to look
around but we were still pretty far up in the mountains. I saw
hardly any building for a long time. I saw nothing that I
recognized. Traffic was still very light too. In fact there was
nothing going the other way. Every now and then a car coming up
from behind passed us and sped off down the road. I thought that
it was probably people who were on their way home from a pleasant
drive through the mountains, maybe even to that remote farmer's
market.

We didn't get to town until after dark. I started recognizing
things and realized that we were in the town where I had been
kidnapped three years ago. I wasn't excited to see it though. I
had not been having a good time of it and in fact my life had
been collapsing around my ears when John first took me. 

I was hoping for an opportunity to escape now, but I was also
worried about what would become of me once these men got me home.


Dale drove to a rundown building on edge of town. I couldn't see
all that well in the darkness, but it looked like it had once
been a working farm. I couldn't imagine any of these men as
farmers though. 

The car came to a stop near the back door and we all got out. I
was disappointed that there appeared to be no other houses
nearby. 

I was pushed along into the large old house. I noticed that they
were not big on yard work. The grass was half way up to my knees.
I couldn't see the outside of the house very well now that the
car lights were off. There were no street lights nearby and it
was a very dark night. There was no moon at all. 

Once we got inside I looked around and I saw that the place was
filthy. It occurred to me though that at least this place must
have indoor plumbing. That filthy toilet at the diner had been
the first toilet that I had seen since I was kidnapped. It would
be nice to not have to use a chamber pot at night, and not have
to clean it out in the morning. The exciting thing though, was
that for the first time in three years I would be able to take a
hot shower!

All this time I had been cleaning myself in a small washtub in
the kitchen when I was lucky enough to be allowed to use hot
water, more often I was forced to do it outside by the horse
trough in cold water.

I had no doubt that my life had just gone from bad to worse, but
god I missed hot showers!

I had been standing in the kitchen looking around at the mess I
knew that I was going to have to clean up. I heard a noise and
looked up to see Leo walking towards me with a length of light
chain in his hands. He bent down and put a leather cuff around my
ankle and locked it on with a small padlock which also went
through a link in the end of the chain. He dropped the chain at
my feet and stretched out the other end to the door knob and with
another padlock he chained me to the door that led into the next
room.

He opened a door and showed me some largely unused cleaning
supplies and said, "I want this place cleaned up. It's late, so
you only have to do the kitchen tonight. I've asked the guys to
keep the sex to a minimum so that you can finish up at a decent
time. When you are finished I'll come and get you and you can get
cleaned up before we go to bed. That chain is long enough that it
will reach into the living room so when someone calls you, you
had best drop what you are doing and come running. Now, get us
four beers and bring them in and then get your ass to work."

I went to the refrigerator and pulled out four beers and took
them into the other room. There was a short hallway between the
kitchen and the living room where they were sitting around
watching an old television. There was a small bathroom and the
stairs that went up to the second floor. There was another door
which probably went down to the basement. 

I stopped and used the bathroom on the way back to the kitchen.
It was as dirty as you might expect from a bathroom used by four
single men, but it was much cleaner than the one at the diner. I
was actually able to sit on the toilet seat! I cleaned myself up
a little after I used the toilet. I was still pretty sticky from
the mess the farmer had made of me when he fucked me at the
diner. Then I went to work.

The sink and the counters were all piled high with dirty dishes.
I organized them into categories and made room in the sink and
started washing them. There were several loads of dishes which I
washed, dried and put away. I washed down the counters and then I
scrubbed the kitchen floor and when it dried I waxed it.

I was called in to the living room and ordered to fetch more
beers from time to time. I was interrupted several times when one
of them came out to the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen
table and fucked me from behind. Everyone but Leo took time to
come out to the kitchen and fuck me. They wasted a lot of my time
because they had all had several blowjobs on the drive down from
that mountain top and it took them a long time to cum. 

As they fucked me they all seemed to enjoy reaching around and
squeezing and pulling painfully on my breasts or slapping my ass.
They weren't love taps either! They were really hurting me. Leo
came in once when Nick was fucking me and said, "Take it easy
Nick! You leave bruises and it could cost us money."

I didn't have time to think about that though. I didn't want to
know what I was going to be doing to make money for them. I was
just grateful that Nick stopped hitting me and concentrated on
fucking me violently.

While I was finishing up in the kitchen Leo came in and leaned
against the wall and watched. I heard the other three going to
bed. I had been working my ass off and I was all sweaty. I was
relieved, even a little excited, when Leo insisted that I take a
shower before going to bed.

He removed the end of the chain from the door knob and led me
upstairs. He took me into the bathroom and removed the cuff on my
ankle and I looked around. I didn't see a clean towel but I knew
better than to ask. I doubt if there had been a clean towel
around here in quite a while. I tried to select one that was dry
and didn't smell too bad. I didn't care all that much about the
towel. I was just so excited to be taking my first hot shower in
three years!

Before I stepped into the shower Leo handed me a pair of scissors
and a razor. He didn't even have to say it. I knew what he
wanted. My pubic hair had grown in pretty thick and I sat on one
of the dirtier towels and used the scissors to trim my hair as
much as possible. When it was as short as I could get it with the
scissors I stood up and took the razor into the shower with me. 

Leo sat on the toilet and watched and if I had not been nervous
about keeping him waiting I would have showered until the water
turned cold. I showered as long as I dared though. I shampooed my
hair several times and shaved my pussy carefully. When I had
rinsed off I reluctantly shut the water off and opened the shower
curtain and dried off under Leo's watchful eye.

When I was dry he inspected my freshly shaved pussy and then he
smiled up at me. It was that evil smile that I had learned to
fear so much up on the farm. I knew it would be worse now. There
was no one to hold him back. Just the opposite was true now. His
three friends would urge him to greater depths of depravity, and
join him.

Leo stood up and unzipped his pants and I knew from the look on
his face that the moment that I had been dreading had arrived. He
forced me to my knees and put the head of his semi-hard cock in
my mouth and grinned down at me. I felt the tears start to run
down my cheeks and he hadn't even started yet. It had been months
since the last time I had been forced to do this and in the past
I had always been able to make it to the outhouse afterwards and
get rid of it. I knew he hated that. He was not going to let me
do that now that he had complete control over me. 

It started like it always did. A small, hesitant stream of bitter
liquid flowed into my mouth and as soon as it ran down over my
tongue I started to gag. I almost pulled away. I couldn't help
it. It was just a natural reflex. I saw Leo making a fist just in
time and I forced myself to remain in place.

The first few jets of his piss filled my mouth and I gulped them
down with difficulty. It occurred to me that this would be a lot
easier if I were tied to a bench and had no choice. It was hard
to force myself to accept this degrading act.

Leo was taking his time, drawing my suffering out. He filled my
mouth a little at a time with his hot, bitter piss and gave me
time to swallow as he watched me. He was fascinated by the power
he had over me. I remembered all the beer that I had served to
Leo and his friends tonight and I was paying for it now. It just
kept going on and on.

As I forced myself to swallow I was wondering how I could
possibly keep this in all night without throwing up. I was
already getting sick. When he got to the end he pulled my head
down and shoved his cock into the back of my throat and stopped
holding back. It wasn't so bad though, because I didn't have to
swallow. It all just shot right down my throat and I didn't have
to taste it.

He held me like that until he was finished and then he pulled me
to my feet and pulled me into his bedroom. It was just as messy
as the rest of the house and when he shoved me onto the nasty bed
the smell was awful! He must have had the same set of sheets on
this bed since he moved in!

He stared at me as he undressed. His cock was still sticking out
of his pants, but it was hard now. He climbed up on top of me and
forced his cock into my dry pussy and then he laid his body down,
putting all of his weight on me and making it hard to breathe.

He started fucking me slowly and as he fucked he was talking
quietly. "You must have been pretty tired of being stuck up there
on that mountain. Don't worry cunt, I have a whole new life all
laid out for you. I even got you a job! You'll be going out and
meeting people and having lots of fun."

I didn't like that sound of that. I knew that I was going to hate
anything that Leo came up with for fun. I didn't say anything of
course. I just lay under him and struggled to breathe, grunting
in pain at each stroke of his cock until he finally came. 

He tensed up and I knew that he was cumming in me and then he
went limp on top of me. He lay there for a long time and I was
afraid that he was going to go to sleep on top of me. It must
have been ten minutes before he finally rolled off of me and
waited for me to clean him. 

Once his cock and balls had been sucked clean he got up and
fastened the chain to the foot of the bed and the cuff was put
back on my ankle. Then he pushed me out of bed and ordered me to
sleep on the cold, hard, bare floor. 

He probably thought I would be upset but to be honest I preferred
that to being in that nasty, smelly bed with him. I stretched out
on my back and closed my eyes and tried not to think about what
my life had become. 

I was very uncomfortable and I didn't get much sleep, though I
did drift off a couple of times. I was awake when Leo got up and
unfastened my chain from the foot of the bed and led me
downstairs to make breakfast.

I made coffee and started cooking and the other three men were
all standing around watching me cook in the nude by the time the
coffee was ready. They decided that there were enough of them to
watch me and they took the cuff off of my ankle and I was better
able to move around and serve them.

After they had eaten I cleaned up the kitchen again and we moved
into the living room. I saw that Matt's bed was the sleeper sofa
in the living room. It was still out and they watched me struggle
to make his bed and put it away before they started taking turns
fucking me in the middle of the floor.

After they had fucked me Nick and Dale got dressed and left for
their jobs. Leo and Matt apparently didn't work. 

I was put back to work cleaning house. I gathered up all of the
laundry. The men had apparently been expecting me. They had
already separated their clothes so that I didn't get them mixed
up. I did their laundry and then I washed the sheets and towels.


I cleaned the living room in between wash loads and Matt
apparently found housework very exciting because he interrupted
me three times that day to fuck me or make me suck his cock. The
third time, before he could get started, Leo showed him how much
fun it could be to fuck a girl in the ass. 

Matt tried it as soon as Leo finished with me. He agreed that it
was fun to fuck a girl in the ass, but he still preferred pussy.


I finished my work just as Nick and Dale got home. When they
walked in Dale was carrying two pizzas from a local pizza parlor.
Pizza! It had been so long I had forgotten about pizza. My mouth
instantly flooded with saliva when I smelled it. Right at that
moment nothing else mattered. I had to have a slice of that
pizza. 

I got them each a beer and Leo was kind enough to let me have one
as well. I brought paper napkins for everyone and I didn't even
ask. As soon as they had each served themselves I took a slice.
It was so good it almost made everything else worthwhile!

They could see how excited I was about the pizza. They watched me
wolf it down and I saw the looks of amusement on their faces. I
didn't care. I put away three large slices of pizza in the time
they took to eat two.

As soon as the men finished eating it was time for me to pay Nick
and Dale for my meal. They took me into the living room and I was
soon hard at work servicing them. Leo just watched but Matt was
able to get it up one last time as well.

For the rest of the evening, after I cleaned up the kitchen, I
was moved from lap to lap and toyed with. Nick and Dale went to
bed at around ten and after that Leo and Matt ignored me until
midnight. 

At midnight I was ordered to take another shower. Leo didn't
bother to follow and watch this time so I was able to enjoy a
long, hot shower and some privacy. Privacy was another thing that
I had really missed since I had first been kidnapped three years
ago. It seemed like even if no one was actually using me at the
moment, someone was always watching me.

I dried off on a clean towel and went back downstairs and Leo
handed me my old dress. I was surprised, but I put it on. As soon
as I had it fastened in back I was led out the back door and we
got in Matt's old pickup truck. No one said a word as Matt drove
us into town. I couldn't help wondering where we were going at
almost one o'clock in the morning.

I was still unsure when we got there. We pulled up in front of a
house in a rundown part of town. I was pulled up to the front
door by Leo. 

Before he knocked on the door Leo said, "I sort of hate to do
this cunt. I like the fact that you are going to hate it. I just
hate parting with you for a week. We need the money though, and
this beats the hell out of me working my ass off for almost no
money. So For the next week or two you are going to have to work
at this little part time job we found for you."

He knocked and after a few minutes the door was answered by a
large, mean looking black man. He glared at me and then he turned
to look at Leo and I saw that he recognized him. 

He opened the door and let us in and locked it behind us. I was
pulled along down the hallway to a room that had been converted
into a small office. There was another large black man sitting at
the desk. 

He looked up when we came in and when he saw Leo he cocked his
eyebrow. Then he turned to me and after a minute he stood up and
came closer. He looked me over closely and then he asked Leo,
"Does she know why she is here?"

Leo answered, "No, I told her that she had a job. I didn't tell
her what it was."

The black man asked, "Is she going to be a problem?"

Leo chuckled and said, "No, the stupid cunt will do anything
she's told." He grabbed my hair and turned my face up to his and
said, "Won't you cunt?"

I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I knew that he was right
though. I had surrendered years ago to Leo and the others in the
glen. I was a coward and I did what I was told. It was much
easier that way. I finally answered quietly, "Yes sir, I will do
anything that I am told."

The black man ordered me to take my dress off and I obeyed
instantly. When I was naked he pushed me to my knees and stood in
front of me.

I didn't wait to be told what to do. I knew what was expected of
me. I opened his zipper and reached in and carefully pulled his
fat cock out of his pants. As soon as it was free it started
growing. I glanced up at the man but he was just watching me with
an amused look on his face. I leaned forward and began to lick
and kiss his cock and then I started sucking.

His cock was long, but not the longest I had taken into my
throat. It was very fat though, so it was a bit of a struggle at
first. He was impressed when I took him into my throat though. I
heard Leo say, "See, I told you the cunt could do it."

The black man that I was sucking just grunted and enjoyed what I
was doing. I worked on his cock until I felt him start to cum and
then I pulled back until just the head of his cock was between my
lips and I used my hand to finish him off. 

Once I had swallowed his cum, he pushed me away and put his cock
back in his pants. He went and sat behind his desk again and
ordered me to stand in front of his desk and lean down on my
elbows. When I was where he wanted me he nodded to the big black
guy that had let us in and I heard him behind me opening his
pants and getting ready to fuck me. 

I leaned my head down on my arms and waited as his big cock was
forced roughly into my pussy from behind. As soon as he had it in
and had started fucking me I felt a slap on the top of my head
and I looked up, startled.

The guy at the desk had a piece of paper in front of him and he
looked at me and asked, "Name?"

"Tracy Collins," I responded between my grunts.

The man wrote it down and asked, "Age?"

"Twenty-five," I replied, then after first stopping to think
about it I said, "No, twenty-six." My last three birthdays has
passed without recognition and it took me a moment to remember
how old I was!

The man shook his head and then asked, "Address?"

I didn't know! Before I could say anything Leo spoke up and gave
him my address. When asked for a phone number he had to give
Matt's cell phone number.

I was ordered to sign the bottom of the form without reading it
and the man put it away and started to tell me what my new job
consisted of.

He started off asking, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

I didn't, it looked like just an old house to me. I shook my
head, still holding on and grunting as the man behind me kept
pounding his cock into me.

The man at the desk continued, "This is an after-hours club.  You
are going to be working here. Your job will be to wait on the
customers, serving drinks and smiling and making them happy. One
of the ways that you are going to make them happy is to put on
little sex shows on our stage. If they get real happy they may
get real horny. We wouldn't want them to leave here horny, now
would we? That would give us a bad reputation. We want them to
leave here as satisfied customers. So if anyone wants to take you
upstairs and get to know you better you had best act like you are
honored and you want nothing more in this whole wide world than
to take them to your room and satisfy the hell out of them.
Basically, your job is to please my customers in any way that
amuses me or them. That sounds pretty simple doesn't it?"

I nodded just as the man behind me finally finished fucking me
and filled me with his hot cum. I waited for him to pull free of
me and then I turned around and took him into my mouth and
cleaned him. As I worked I heard the man at the desk say, "Yeah,
she is going to be pretty popular."

The guy at the desk suddenly yelled out, "Jasmine! Get your ass
in here!" 

While we were waiting for Jasmine he opened one of his drawers
and pulled out a wad of bills and peeled off several of them and
handed them to Leo. He said, "Okay, you can pick her up on Monday
morning."

Monday morning! This was early Tuesday morning! I was going to be
here for a whole week!

Leo thanked him and he and Matt were escorted out by the big guy
that had let us in. A woman showed up a minute later. She was an
attractive black woman who looked like she was in her early
forties. She was dressed stylishly in a business suit. She gave
me a dirty look and then ignored me.

She said, "Yeah, what do you want Mr. Cook?"

He smiled and said, "I just bought this piece of white trash.
Clean her up and make sure she knows what her job is tonight. Get
her ready to go to work. I'll leave it up to you to decide what
kind of show she can put on."

Jasmine looked at me and shook her head in disgust. "Come with
me," she ordered, as if just talking to me was beneath her
dignity. 

We were almost out of the small office when it hit me. I came to
a stop and wheeled around and screamed, "Bought me?! You bought
me?"

No one responded. Jasmine grabbed my hair from behind and yelled,
"I said come with me you stupid cunt! Am I going to have a
problem with your skanky ass?"

I reached for her wrist to relieve the pressure on my hair and
whimpered, "No! I'm not fighting you! Please, stop pulling my
hair!"

She let my hair go and as I followed her down the hall and up the
stairs I asked, "What did he mean when he said that he bought
me?"

She stopped suddenly and turned around and slapped me so hard I
was slammed back against the wall. I screamed and grabbed my face
and looked at her in shock. She glared at me for a moment and
then she said, "Shut up and follow me you stupid bitch!"

I followed her down the narrow upstairs hallway. It was not like
a normal upstairs in a house. I didn't notice at first, but now I
noticed that instead of a bathroom and three or four bedrooms
there were more than a dozen small rooms with just a cot in them.
They didn't have doors, just curtains on a rod across the door. 

She stopped in front of a room and said, "This is your room. When
you aren't working in the club, or when you are with a customer,
this is where you stay. You will sleep in here and you will fuck
your customers in here. I had better not get any complaints
either. You are already on my shit list. The first time I hear a
complaint from a customer that you wouldn't do something, or that
you were not properly enthusiastic, you will be the sorriest
fucking whore in this state." 

She glared at me again and then she said, "I'm not going to get
any complaints though, am I?"

I was terrified of this woman. She was as bad as Leo! I quickly
shook my head. 

She glared at me a moment longer and then she said, "Come on."

I followed her back out into the hallway and I noticed other
women peeking out of the curtains in their little rooms. I
followed Jasmine to the small bathroom and she said, "Get in
there and take a shower. There are clean towels and everything
you need to make yourself presentable. You get in there and
shower and brush your teeth and put on a little perfume and brush
your hair. Then go wait in your room for someone to come and get
you. We open for business at two in the morning. We are only open
from two until seven, but sometimes the Johns stay longer. I am
going to go and figure out what kind of show you should put on
for your debut. I think I'm going to have to make it something
special to teach you a lesson."

I groaned and in a voice that was almost a whisper I asked, "Why?
What did I do? I'm sorry you don't like me, but I don't know what
is happening or why I am here. I was kidnapped and I am being
held against my will and now I have been sold. How do you want me
to act?"

Jasmine reached out suddenly and grabbed my hair and slung me
around and slammed me into a wall. She leaned close, her face
just inches from mine and she screamed, "Don't you ever say
something like that out loud again!" She glared at me furiously
for a moment and then she whispered, "If I ever hear that you
used the words kidnapped or sold again you will be sold. You will
find yourself fucking donkeys in Mexico for the amusement of
tourists. That is not an idle threat. We have done it before. Do
you have any more stupid questions you stupid cunt?"

I shook my head and she released me. I slid down the wall and
covered my face with my hands and cried hysterically. She stared
at me for a minute and then she kicked me in the ribs and said,
"I don't care if you cry. You are running out of time though, so
you had best be doing your crying in the shower. Now get off of
your lazy ass and start getting ready!"

I slowly got to my feet and stepped into the bathroom. There was
no door on the bathroom either. I turned on the water in the
shower and picked up a threadbare towel from a pile of them and
placed it near the shower stall and when the water was warm I got
in.

There were soaps and shampoos and razors in the shower and I
tried to concentrate on getting clean and forget about what was
happening to me. Or what was about to happen to me.

When I shut the water off and opened the shower curtain I was
startled to see someone there. She was a young white woman,
younger than me I think. She was holding my towel and she pulled
me out onto the shower mat and dried me off.

I started to speak, to ask her some questions but she put her
finger on my lips and whispered, "Not now, later. For now, just
be quiet, smile as much as possible, and do everything you are
told instantly."

I saw the fear in her eyes, but I also saw sympathy and that
helped. 

I nodded and tried a wry grin. She chuckled and whispered, "Work
on it."

She showed me where to find a new toothbrush and she helped me
with my hair. It was a good thing that she helped me out because
I had only been back in my little room for five minutes when
Jasmine came back for me.

She took me downstairs and led me down the hall to the club. I
was surprised at how large it was. I had not thought the building
was this large. There were about forty small tables jammed
closely together and a bar down one side of the room. There was a
small stage in the front of the room and a large plasma TV
hanging from one wall. 

Jasmine pointed out the five tables that I would be responsible
for. She reminded me that my main job was to please men and that
she was already pissed off at me. While Jasmine was talking the
other girls started coming in and getting ready. I was glad that
I wasn't going to be the only naked woman in the room. I noticed
that the other girls all seemed to be younger than I was. One of
them didn't look like she could be any older than sixteen.

Most of us were blonde. There was one girl with red hair and two
brunettes. They were all naked with slender, sexy figures and no
hair but the hair on their heads. They all kept their heads down
and there was no talking, no joking, no laughter. It was obvious
that these girls didn't want to be here and they were afraid of
Jasmine.

In a few minutes the club was ready and two of the girls went
behind the bar and two more went up on stage and started dancing
to quiet music. I guess that they had to keep the noise down
because it was an after-hours club.

I saw the plasma TV come on and was not all that surprised to see
that it was showing a porn movie of a young blonde girl getting
gangbanged by a large group of black men. It appeared to be a
home made movie.

Jasmine had finished giving me my orders and threatening me and
she went to the door and unlocked it. Men started coming in
immediately. I noticed one disadvantage to working in this kind
of place right away. All of the guys that came in were black.
Most of them were older guys. That wasn't the problem though.
They were all coming here from other clubs that had just closed
and they were already drunk and, well, let's just say exuberant.

The men made their way to tables and as we navigated the narrow
aisles to take their drink orders we were groped by nearly
everyone we passed. I ignored the hands roaming freely over my
body and took drink orders from the men sitting at my tables. It
wasn't that hard, all that they served here was beer.

It was fifteen or twenty minutes before my tables filled up and
all of my customers had a drink. Once they saw that I was just
hovering around waiting to get them refills they started playing
with me. Men started pulling me down into their laps and mauling
my breasts or forcing fingers into my pussy and doing just about
everything but actually having sex with me. 

It wasn't long before I was doing that too. One of the men who
had been fingering me got Jasmine's attention and she came over
to the table and he handed her some money. She called one of the
other girls over to wait on my tables and I was ordered to take
my first customer of the night to my room. 

I led him away with his hand on my ass and a lot of crude
comments from his friends. When we got to my tiny room he pushed
me inside and pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. He
forced me down and made me suck his cock for a few minutes and to
be honest I would rather have done that than kiss him. His mouth
stank of booze and cigarettes and it had been turning my stomach
downstairs when he was forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I sucked him until he was hard and then he stood up and pushed me
onto my cot and jumped on top of me. He ordered me to put his
cock inside of me and I lined it up while he grinned down at me
and then he started fucking me. He was very rough and as he
fucked me he called me all kinds of terrible names. He didn't
just want to get his rocks off. He wanted to humiliate me. He
didn't realize that I had been through so much in the last few
years that this was just more of the same. I just lay there under
him and tried to time my breaths so that I didn't inhale as he
was exhaling.

He was so drunk that it took him a long time to cum. When he had
cum he collapsed on top of me and I thought that I was going to
suffocate before he finally rolled off of me. He got dressed
before I could clean him, which was a pleasant change. 

After my customer left I went to the bathroom and cleaned up
quickly and went back downstairs. I headed back for my tables but
Jasmine stopped me. She had me stand against the wall with three
other girls and told me to wait there until someone wanted to
fuck me or until the girl waiting on my tables went upstairs with
one of the men.

Over the next few hours I was taken upstairs four more times and
they were all pretty much the same. The men were rough but they
didn't do anything but have sex. It wasn't anything that I hadn't
gotten used to. I spent most of my time waiting tables and
getting groped by the customers. I got a few moments of rest
every now and then when I was lined up against the wall waiting
to take over my tables again, or to be taken back upstairs.

I watched the girls dancing on the stage when I had the chance. I
thought that I would have to do that sometime this morning when
it was my turn. They didn't do strip shows since we were all
naked already. They danced suggestively in pairs and then they
would put on a sex show. 

I wasn't looking forward to it when it was my turn, but it wasn't
anything I couldn't handle. I had eaten plenty of pussy up on
that mountain and had actually enjoyed it sometimes.

It was getting late and I was starting to think that Jasmine had
forgotten about me. No such luck! When the latest sex show on the
stage ended the music was stopped and Jasmine walked up on the
stage and said, "Gentlemen. You may have noticed that we have a
new girl tonight. It is time for her to entertain you and I have
something special planned for her." 

The raucous crowd had gone silent and everyone was listening to
her. She nodded to one of the girls behind the bar and the TV
screen went blank for moment and then it came back on and there
was just the view of a dark, empty alley.

Jasmine said, "If you will keep your eyes on the screen you will
be able to enjoy Tracy's first show. There is a camera out in the
alley and Tracy is going out there and see if she can make some
new friends."

The big guy who had let us in when Leo brought me here came over
and grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I was led through a back
door and into the alley behind the building. It was dark and
narrow and at first I didn't see anyone around. 

The bouncer reached down and picked up a collar off of the ground
and fastened it around my neck and locked in place. He pointed
out the camera that the men upstairs were watching and made me
smile and wave to the men in the club.

I still didn't know what was going on. I didn't see anyone else
around. Who was I supposed to make friends with?

Before he left me the bouncer bent me over a trash can and pulled
his cock out and fucked me violently. I just hung on to the can
and waited for it to be over. After he came he pulled me down to
my knees and I sucked his cock clean. He put his pants back on
and went inside and as he was leaving he said, "You don't have to
be nice to the guys out here. They ain't customers."

I didn't know what he was talking about. There was no one here.
It was just us. It was just us until he was gone. As soon as I
was alone I started hearing noises. Then I started seeing shapes
moving around cautiously in the dark. It was creepy and I was
getting scared.

It was several minutes before they started to close in on me and
I realized that they were homeless men. They were waiting to make
sure that I was alone before they came closer and started to take
advantage of the situation I was in. When they got closer I could
see that nearly all of them had a kind of feral look about them.
They were men who hunted at night. They were closing in on me
like a pack of wolves, getting ready to pounce on me. 

I started pleading with them. I told them that I needed help. I
begged them not to do this. My helplessness, my obvious weakness
only seemed to encourage them. They got nearly within arm's
length of me and I could smell them. The stench was disgusting.
Their body odor, their foul breath, the nauseating odor of
clothing that was never washed, never removed. I was fighting to
keep from throwing up, at first. Then I was fighting for my life.


They finally got up the nerve to take me and two of them grabbed
me and threw me onto my back on top of a collapsed cardboard box.
They held me down and began to kiss me with their foul mouths
while others groped my legs and my breasts and my pussy. Fingers
were forced inside of my pussy and my ass and my legs were held
so far apart that it hurt.

It was only a few minutes before the rapes started. One of the
first two men to grab me got to his knees and pulled his pants
down and fell on top of me while the others held my arms and
legs. He came almost as soon as he put his cock in me. He wasn't
done though. He lay there on top of me and said, "It's been a
long time since they stuck one of you bitches out here for us to
play with. There are a lot of horny bums been waiting for them to
stick another little white cunt out here for us to play with.
Word is going to spread through these alleys like crazy, bitch.
You are gonna get about a mile of hard black cock tonight. I sure
am glad I was first. I'd hate to be the hundredth guy to fuck
your slimy ass."

As he talked his cock was getting hard again and soon he started
pumping into me again. All I could do is lie there and sob
quietly and wait for the night to end. I had thought that I could
handle anything Jasmine threw at me after what I had been
through. Now I wasn't so sure. I glanced around and there were
already at least a couple dozen dirty, smelly old men waiting to
rape me. I wasn't sure that I could survive this.

The bum that was raping me finished up again, finally, and got up
and moved away to be replaced after a brief squabble by another.
There was little difference between them. I didn't look at them
that closely. It didn't really matter. I didn't see any that
weren't black. They all reeked. Their ages seemed to range from
early twenties to late sixties. That was the only variable
though. Except for their ages they were interchangeable. 

The third bum to rape me lifted my legs up and pressed them
against my chest. He bent down and spit on my ass and with only
that lubrication he forced his cock into my ass. I started to
scream in pain but one of them clapped a filthy hand over my
mouth and although I continued to scream I knew that no one would
hear it. No one would save me from this night of endless rape.

The man fucking my ass didn't last long. He pulled out of me and
as he backed away I was turned over and pulled up onto my hands
and knees. Another cock entered my pussy and at the same time
someone knelt by my head and shoved a cock into my mouth and down
my throat in one violent thrust. I was in a lot of pain now, but
the pain wasn't the worst part of this. My face was buried in the
most foul smelling crotch I could have ever imagined and I was
getting faint from the lack of breathable air.

I never lost consciousness. I never stopped being aware of what
was happening to me. But long before the sun came up, long before
they stopped raping me, I zoned out. My brain didn't shut off.
Instead it divorced itself from what was happening to my body. I
saw and felt every cock, every orgasm, every cock spewing its
slimy spend into my mouth and my pussy and my ass. But my mind
was watching from somewhere out in space as my body was abused
for hour after hour. 

They were still raping me at seven o'clock in the morning when
the bouncer came back out to get me. He waited until the two that
were using me finished up and then he chased the men that
remained away and unlocked my collar and freed me. 

He ordered me to my feet but I couldn't stand on my own. He
looked down at me and just shook his head in disgust. I looked
down and I understood perfectly. There was a solid river of
cooled cum covering my thighs and my stomach. My pussy wasn't
closing. It remained open and the cum just poured out of me. 

The bouncer pulled me over to the side of the building and picked
up a hose and turned the water on. I screamed as he sprayed cold
water on me. It was horrible, but it was rinsing away the rancid
smell of the men and their cum and I welcomed it. He used a brush
that was normally used to wash cars with to scrub my thighs clean
and when most of it was washed away he turned the water off and
pulled me toward the door.

I staggered along behind him and when we got to the door he
picked up a towel and thrust it at me and ordered me to wipe
myself off. I leaned against the wall with one hand and with the
other I dried off as much as possible with the threadbare towel.

He pulled me inside and padlocked the door from the inside. Then
he pulled me along to the dining room. The other girls were all
sitting quietly at a long table sipping coffee or water and
listlessly eating lumpy oatmeal.

I was roughly pushed down on an empty chair and ordered to eat.
There was already a bowl of cold oatmeal in front of me. It had
been a long time since I had eaten, but I couldn't even look at
the bowl of glop in front of me. Instead I sipped at the glass of
water beside my bowl and stared off into space. 

No one was talking. I hardly noticed though. I couldn't look
anyone in the eye anyway. I knew that they had all been watching
me for the last several hours getting gang raped by every bum in
town. I could still smell the stink of them on my skin. I could
still taste their rancid cum. I just wanted to take a shower and
brush my teeth and curl up and die.

I sat sipping my water occasionally and waiting for someone to
tell me what to do. It was only a few more minutes before Jasmine
came into the room. She walked over to where I was sitting and in
a cruel, mocking voice she asked me if I had enjoyed my first
night as an entertainer.

I looked up at her and could think of nothing to say. I just
stared at her, not really seeing her. My eyes were full of tears
and I couldn't see much of anything. 

After a short pause she said, "Well, I think you've learned your
lesson. I don't expect any more trouble out of you."

I hadn't done anything!!

She spoke to all of the girls then. She handed out assignments.
Most of the girls were assigned rooms or areas of the house to
clean. I was teamed up with Marsha and ordered to do the laundry.
Marsha was the only redhead in the group. She looked like she was
about eighteen or nineteen. She came and collected me and I
followed her as we went through the house collecting laundry.

There wasn't much. Only the girls lived here and we were always
naked. Laundry consisted of bar towels, dish towels and the
threadbare towels that we used after our showers and the sheets
that we slept on and entertained our customers on. 

There was a washer and dryer on the first floor and we took the
things that we had collected and separated them into wash loads.

After the first load was started Marsha went to the door and
looked out and then came back and took me in her arms and held me
while I pretty much lost control and cried uncontrollably. She
tried to comfort me. She told me that it wasn't that bad all the
time. Jasmine was just making an example out of me and teaching
me and everyone else a lesson.

After I calmed down a little I thanked her and we sat side by
side on a table against the wall and talked quietly. She asked
how I came to be here and I told her, briefly, how I had been
kidnapped by John three years ago and then again by Leo a few
days ago. I told her that I had been sold to this place, but I
didn't know if it was permanent. Leo was supposed to come back
and get me next Monday.

Marsha said that she had been sold to them too. She had been
given a date rape drug one night at a party. That was about six
months ago. She had been kept by two guys in their apartment for
the weekend and then they brought her here and sold her. All of
the girls here had been brought here against their will under one
circumstance or another. Most of them had been sold.

She also said that when Leo came back for me on Monday he
wouldn't get me. He would either be told that I had run away, or
he would just be told to go piss up a rope and escorted to the
door. Once they got a girl it seemed like they only left here one
way. One by one they disappeared and then a few weeks later they
would see a movie on the TV in the club of the girl being gang
banged in a bar in Mexico night after night. Or worse yet, they
showed a movie of the girls being fucked by animals on stage. The
only exception was one girl that had slapped Jasmine. Nothing was
ever heard from her after that. They were pretty sure that she
had been killed.

The washer stopped and I put that load in the dryer and started
another load of wash. I sat back down on the table beside Marsha
but there wasn't much more to say. The future looked pretty
bleak. We just sat together and held hands. 

A little later we were folding the towels when Mr. Cook, the guy
that seemed to run the place came in. He said, "There you are.
I've been looking for you." He came into the small laundry room
and bent me over the table and fucked me roughly from behind.
After he came I sucked him clean and he walked out without
another word.

I was too embarrassed to look Marsha in the eye after that. I
don't know why, considering what we do for a living now. She saw
that I was uncomfortable and she came over and handed me one of
the towels that we hadn't washed yet to clean myself with and she
said, "Don't let it get to you. He does it to all of us. You get
used to it."

We finished the laundry and put everything away and had a light
meal and then we were sent to our rooms. Someone else had already
made our beds. I asked if I could take a shower. I could still
smell the sour smell of homeless bum on me. I was told that we
were only allowed to shower between midnight and two in the
morning so that we would be fresh when we went to work. So I sat
on my cot and stared at the blank wall for a while and then I
curled up and cried myself to sleep.

The next three nights, weren't so bad. I put on a show with a
different girl three times a night and I went up to my room with
a customer a half dozen times a night. It got pretty hectic the
fourth day though. It was Saturday morning and a lot of the guys
had gotten paid and had extra money. They were louder and rougher
than they had been the previous nights and there was a steady
stream of traffic going upstairs to the little rooms with the
girls.

The next night was bad too. I was sore as hell after everyone
left. Over the last two days I must have been fucked by somewhere
between thirty and forty men. After we closed up Monday morning I
was in the living room with Angela, the girl that I had though
looked so young. I had been right. She just turned seventeen a
month ago. She had been picked up off of the street on the way
home from cheerleader practice almost a year ago and she had been
here ever since.

While we were cleaning up the living room I heard a loud argument
and I realized that Leo was yelling at the manager, demanding
that I be returned to him. The funny thing is, as bad as my life
had been with Leo, and as scary as he was, I think that I would
have preferred being with him and his three friends to being
here.

I couldn't hear everything that was said. I only heard Leo
yelling. Marsha had been right. I could tell from what Leo was
yelling that he had been told that I had run away. I thought
about running down the hall and letting him know that I was still
here. I only had to think about that first night I spent chained
up in the alley to get that thought out of my mind. I had learned
a hard lesson that night and I didn't want to piss anyone off.

I heard the sounds of a struggle and I heard Leo being thrown out
violently. I had real mixed emotions about that. As it turned out
though, it was the best thing that could have happened for me,
for the other girls too.

The club had just opened up at two o'clock the next morning,
Tuesday, when the doors came crashing in and a swat team care
rushing in and arrested everyone. Jasmine, the bouncer and the
owner were taken away in the back of police cars and the
customers were taken away in a large van. 

The girls were given blankets, none of us had clothes, and we
were taken away in a bus. As soon as we got to the police station
someone from a charity that had been called showed up and
delivered a box of dresses in assorted sizes. We all dressed and
then started giving statements. We were also given a chance to
call our families and tell them where we were.

My mother answered the phone and as soon as she heard my voice
she screamed and dropped the phone. It took a minute for my dad
to come on the line and I told him that I was safe and that I had
been kidnapped and that I had just been rescued. I told him that
it was a long story and I would tell him everything when I got
home.

He said, "As soon as I hang up we are going to pack a bag and we
will be there tomorrow." I hung up finally and I was crying like
a baby. 

Most of the girls gave their statements and since they were from
this area their families came and got them and they went home. I
had to wait for my family to get here, and I wanted to get
something done about those people on that mountain top. I had
given them Leo's address and it turned out that he was the one
that called them. He was so pissed about not getting me back that
he had made an anonymous phone call, which they were able to
trace to Matt's cell phone. That led to all four of them getting
arrested.

I wasn't through getting people arrested though. I wanted those
kids in the glen to have a real life. I wanted Sarah to get a
formal education and have a chance to make something of herself.


The city police who had rescued us called in the state police and
I described as much as possible the area where I had been kept
after I was kidnapped. It wasn't easy to find. They were able to
get some clues from the other farmers in the area about a farm
that was all by itself way up in the mountains and they finally
found it using an air search.

I had mixed emotions about sending the cops up there until I
found out that they had already kidnapped another young woman and
were using her like they had me, as a sex slave and household
servant.

My parents showed up and I told them a sanitized version of the
events of the last three years. I apologized for throwing my life
away the way that I had. They were just glad to learn that I was
alive and I went back to live with them in my home town. I was
offered rape counseling and I attended a few sessions. I don't
know, maybe it was just too soon. I stopped going. I didn't want
to think about everything that had happened to me. I didn't want
to dwell on it and keep dredging it up. Maybe I will need to go
later. For now though I am just trying to get my life back
together.

I have a job. It isn't a career, but it's a start. My father's
lawyer had talked to me about the circumstances of my firing from
my first job after college and the manager there agreed that in
exchange for my not pressing sexual harassment charges against
him he would give me a decent recommendation if anyone asked.

So I am slowly getting my life back together. I have even been on
a few dates. That is a problem for me though. As strange as it
probably sounds, I miss sex. I am trying not to be easy, but
sometimes I just really want to get fucked. The problem is that
when I am out with someone nice, a guy that I really like, I feel
like he is too good for me and I need to tell him that. I need to
explain that I am damaged goods now. 

I have even brought it up a couple of times. The thing is, this
is a small town and everyone knows what happened to me. Not all
the details of course, but that I was a sex slave for years and
forced to work as a prostitute. So a lot of the guys that ask me
out just want sex. The conflict comes in when I want it too, but
I know that I have to change my evil ways. I don't always say no.
I'm trying to be good, not perfect.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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