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"Slave Trade"
Copyright StoryBondage 2005
A business meeting at an old southern mansion. The CEOs play poker. One bets a night with his curvaceous black secretary to the other - and loses. Then they play double-or-nothing for the right to take her down to the dungeon. And he loses again.
Laughing, they all drag her down to the basement, where they sit drinking as she's forced to do a lewd striptease for them.
"Here's where they brought slaves to teach them a lesson."
The heavy old metal cuffs clamp around her wrists, pull them forward until her arms are in a tight X behind, the chain trenching her soft belly, pushing her big boobs out impressively.
Two heavy posts with sturdy crossbar.
They push her up against the bar, her boobs resting on the heavy bar.
Shackles go around her ankles, pulling them apart.
An old leather strap buckles around her back.
A rough piece of old hemp is threaded through eyes on the bar next to her breasts, and tightened, turning them into hard purple balloons. He roughts them with his hands, squeezing the swollen brown nipples.
"Puts her assets on display nicely, don't you think?"
The bound girl squeals as he slaps the big bare teats bulging out under the rope.
"If a girl's cunt needed opening up, they'd make her ride this for a while."
The slut pole's roughened tip, pushed into her cunt, forces her to stick her firm little butt out, slim thigh muscles working. A sandbag on the floor keeps the pole in place, and the girl writhing as she rides it.
"I guess you can imagine some nasty things to do to her in this position. But wait. It gets better. When a girl tried to run away, they punished the soles of her feet, like this."
Wooden spikes screw slowly up out of the platform into the soles of her feet, forcing her up on tiptoe, crying in pain.
"And if she wasn't being cooperative at sucking, they trained her."
A huge wooden phallus is produced. Filthy leather straps protrude from the butt end The screaming girl's nose is held until, red-faced, she's forced to open her mouth to gasp for air, and they ram the rough wood into it. The straps come around her head and buckle, impaling her mouth on it.
"They'd leave her here for a day, or however long it took. Gradually tightening the straps until she either agreed to service them or choked to death. I promise you it will be interesting when we tighten them!"
And, on the floor, a dirty mattress waits, the straps hanging ready ...