From: erotic987@aol.com (Erotic987)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: (repost) --> E987 Slave Trade [WF/BMMM, impreg] (1/13)
Date: 16 Apr 1997 04:30:54 GMT
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Please repost to Dejanews as appropriate.  I've been getting email that
portions of the Dejanews copy are corrupted.

SLAVE TRADE - part 1

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here
(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

Sue lay on her side in the bed.  She felt a mouth at left nipple.  Her
head swum, she couldn't tell from the sensation whether it was her baby or a lover.  She kept her eyes closed, waited for other
clues.  No hands roamed her body, no sounds but the quiet gurgling noise.
She surrendered to the sensation.  The gentle sucking pulled her nipple erect, tugged at the areole.  She felt the milk start to flow.  She felt a languid sensuality as the liquid left her body, flowing through the
sensitive nipple and into the child at her breast.  She pressed her legs
together, opened her eyes, then closed them again.  Except for the baby, she was alone in the room.
She swung her right knee upwards, pulling the covers off of her.  She felt the cool fabric slide down her shin.  The little mouth was still sucking, unperturbed by her movements.
She put her left hand between her legs and touched herself.  The clit was stiff, she pinched it gently, then rubbed just above it.  Small circles, enjoying the sensations that flowed from her breast to her belly to her crotch and back.  She fell asleep before she could make herself cum.
-----
There was movement in the room.  Sue opened her eyes and saw three figures silhouetted in the light from the hallway.  One of them reached for the baby.  As he lifted the sleeping baby from the bed, Sue rolled to her back and spread her legs wide, pulling her heels up toward her ass.  

"I think you're getting too big for that," Oscar said.  Obediently, she
rolled over onto her side. 
Then, she raised her knee, spreading her legs and opening her cunt
slightly.  She felt the weight of her 6-month belly pressing against the mattress.  Oscar reached out his hand, rubbed her belly gently.  Then, he leaned over and kissed it.  "Another strong little one on the way."

"Oscar won the match tonight," said Ron.  She could tell.  The smell of his sweat was strong.  It had taken her some time to get used to the smell of a black man's flesh, and even longer to smelling it after the wrestling match they had before visiting her.

Oscar knelt on the bed, positioned himself between her legs.  She heard him unzip his pants, heard the material being pulled down over his ass and thighs.  Oscar had strong thighs, he worked construction and almost always won the match.  It was his baby she was carrying.  Her first baby was probably his as well.  Fifteen months ago, when this first started, they didn't keep such careful track.

He rubbed his cock a few times, then pushed it into her damp cunt.  She was still wet with cum from his four friends who had fucked her last night.  She felt the warm cum ooze out as he pushed his thick, big-headed cock into her.  She moaned, he always made her hot and tonight was no exception.  He steadied himself on her knee and started fucking her hard.  As usual, she responded with enthusiasm, raising her hips to meet him, crying out.

"Fuck me, ream me, fuck me, fuck me!"  Her words kept in rhythm with his fucking.  As he went deep, shes start the chant again.  He didn't take long to finish, was proud that he didn't have to prove his masculinity with  staying power.  He was there to get off, she was there to accept his cum, that was it.

As he shot his load into her, she clutched at the pillow and sheets,
trying to grind her clit against the base of his cock and get herself off.  He withdrew before she finished.  "Oh, Oscar, please.  I need you, I need it..." she begged.

"I know you do," he said as he made his way up the bed.  She raised her head and, as he always insisted, cleaned the cum and cunt juice off of his cock with her tongue. 
She opened wide to accept the head, sucked it gently, enjoyed the taste of their mixed juices.  Then, he withdrew and she licked the shaft.  At the base, she took a mouthful of hair and sucked what had dripped there. 
She tasted Lenny's cum from last night.  It must have flowed out of her
cunt and onto Oscar's pubic hairs.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the deep smell and the taste.
"OK, she's yours.  Sue, this is Joe and Al.  They're going to fuck you for a while.  In the meantime, I'm going to get the baby ready."
Sue looked up at him with desire.  "Are you going to come back for me?"
"I don't think I'll be back tonight.  It depends.  I might hear something
on the radio and get a hardon.  Who knows?  I might want to come back and fuck you a little.  You never can tell."
"Is it really six months?" she asked.
"Yes.  It's six months.  It's time for me to take her away from you.  We
learned this from your people, you know."
She nodded. He left the room and Al turned on the lights.  
"Mmmm...mmm...mmm..." he said appreciatively.  "No wonder Oscar likes his little white cum dump.  Lookit her face.  Like the cover of Vogue."
"Yeah.  They got a good gene pool goin," Joe agreed.
"Open yo legs, bitch!" Al ordered.  She spread her legs.  He pulled off
his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants.  As soon as he pulled down his white briefs, she watched his cock unfold.  It was easily as big as Oscar's, though it looked a little thinner.  Oscar's cock was abnormally thick, though, and it didn't surprise her. 
SLAVE TRADE - end of part 1


SLAVE TRADE - part 2


"So, yo baby's going back over?" Joe asked her as Al knelt between her legs.  
"Yes," she said, trying not to dwell on it.  Oscar had explained
everything to her and Len a few months before the baby had been born.  The little girl was the result of her first black gang bang. 
She and Len had set it up.  They'd always talked about it, about her being used by a group of strong, strapping black studs.  Being their Cum Dump.  And they'd both loved it.  The feeling she had of being used and abused all night long.  Their visits every few days for more of her hot cunt.  The weekends she stayed overnight at one of their homes, Len back at their house waiting for her to return and tell him about the weekend.

Two months after the first night, she found out she was pregnant.  She'd carried the baby to term.  From the first moment the child saw light, it was obviously not Len's.  The doctors had not protested when Len insisted the child was his -- easier than dealing with another "father unknown" situation.  The girl had a slight problem with her eyes and mother and daughter spent two days in the maternity ward.  They'd put up with two days of stares from the hospital staff.
Once, Sue had seen one of the cleaning men talking with one of the nurses in the hall.  They'd both looked at her, then walked on.

When the little girl came home, there was no way for them to explain its obviously African features to anyone.  They'd become outcasts, rejected by their families.  In the weeks that followed, some of their less-close friends deserted them. Then, when the newborn was about two months old, they were visited by Oscar.  It was not unusual, but this time, he didn't fuck Sue.  He insisted on seeing the baby.  Sue led him upstairs where she was sleeping. He reached for the child's face, turned her head one way then the other, then pulled off her diaper. He examined both her bottom and her tiny vagina.  Then, he put the
diaper back on and walked downstairs.

"I'm taking her." he announced to Len and Sue.
"What do you mean?" Len asked, angry.
"I'm taking her. She's obviously not yours. And I believe she's mine.  I
was the first to fuck your wife that night, and the baby has certain features that make me believe she's mine."
Sue was confused.  "Why would you want her?  She's mine."
"She isn't yours.  She is mine, I sired her, she is mine.  And I am going
to take her for three reasons.  First, she is an infant and will require much of your time. Time is a luxury you do not have.  You may be needed by myself or a friend, and you cannot be unavailable because of some screaming six year old.  Second, I am going to take her because she is not yours. I have already had the hospital papers altered and the birth certificate you have is now merely a piece of paper.
Third, I am going to sell her.  I already have a buyer."
"A buyer!" Len yelled.  "A buyer?"
"A buyer.  Don't look so shocked.  It's something your people did to mine for over a hundred years.  Slavery is still acceptable in many parts of the world and I am well connected.  When your child is six months old, she will be taken and sold into a harem.  She will be trained from that point on in the ways of love.  She will fetch a hefty price when she reaches twelve years of age."
Sue looked around the room, looked for an escape.  Len clenched his fist and told Oscar to leave his house.
In the weeks that followed, more problems came up.  The people at work noticed that Len wasn't talking about his new baby, that was unusual.  He wasn't normally a quiet type.  His work started slipping.  Sue began to become more and more interested in the black men who came by almost daily now to fuck her.  When Len came home at night, he found that he too was getting more and more drawn into the world they'd created.  And, the baby was excruciatingly difficult to deal with.  She was up all night, she screamed and cried, wouldn't eat, then would eat, then would vomit it all back up.  They were constantly cleaning themselves, their furniture, or the baby.  And, Sue was pregnant again.  This time, it was Oscar's for sure. 
He had been the only one to fuck her for nearly a week straight, just at the time she was at her peak of fertility.  They could see the difficulties coming with the second child.  It was only a matter of weeks before they decided to go along with Oscar's plan.

"Don't daydream, bitch," Al laughed.  He was fucking her slowly, waiting for her to start responding but she hadn't.  
"Ho's dreaming about that big black cock of Oscar's, isn't she?  Once they fucked Oscar, they always dream about it."
"Yeah?  We'll I'll give her something to dream about."  He leaned down and started kissing her neck, then her ear.  When his lips ran over her eyes, she closed them and felt the passion building again.  In minutes, she was fucking him back, giving him the wild ride she knew he'd heard about from Oscar.  She couldn't help it, she still loved the feeling and the thought of being used by these black men.  
"Say yo name, ho," Al said as he fucked her deep.  
"Cum Dump...Cum Dump..." she started whispering.  The degradation of it turned her on and she started cumming.  "OH fuck yes CUM DUMP CUM DUMP!! FILL ME UP!"  Her hands grabbed his arms, tried to pull him close.  She squeezed her cunt muscles, relaxed, squeezed.  He laughed and shot his load into her.  She screamed and fucked him harder.
"That's it.  Bitch loves it."
"Yes. I do...!"
SLAVE TRADE - end of part 2

SLAVE TRADE - part 3


When he finished, Joe took his place.  He rolled her on her belly, then
raised her ass. "On your knees."  She got up on her knees.  He placed the head of his cock at her pussy hole.  She felt his hands reach down under her, wrapping around her firm not-yet-big belly. 
"This little one's going to feel it, I think. I hope it's a girl!"  He shoved his cock into her, she felt the movement inside her.  He fucked for nearly fifteen minutes, as she rode on a wave of cum after cum.  His
one hand held her belly, the other worked her clit.  She was tossing her
head back and forth, moaning and screaming. Al and Joe were laughing at how much noise she made, at how hot a bitch she was, about how they'd talk about her at work tomorrow, then probably send fresh meat for Oscar to check out for her.
------

Len and Sue were sitting at the dinner table at T and L's home.  These
were some of the only friends who still socialized with them.  As the evening went on, they hit on the subject of babysitters.  Who was watching the new baby tonight?
Sue explained that they'd sent the baby away.  She and Len hadn't been
able to come up with a story they thought sounded convincing, so they didn't offer one.  When T pressed, Sue finally said that Len wasn't the real father, and the real father had threatened a lawsuit if they didn't
give her over. They'd backed down.
T and L believed them, but were skeptical. 
-----
Three months later, Sue was again on the delivery table at the hospital.
She recognized one of the attending nurses as one who had been there the first time.  Her looks of disapproval continued through most of the 9 hour labor.  When the black child's head emerged from Sue's
body, the nurse spit on her and walked out of the room.  

The others were less condemning, they simply all stopped talking.  No more encouraging words for the rest of the deliver, no enthusiasm about the new life she'd created. 
-----
It was the second day after the baby's delivery.  Mother and child had
again been kept in the hospital for observation.  The doctors were very evasive, just said that they were running "tests."

Late the second evening, the door to Sue's room opened.  She was still
awake, watching one of the late night TV shows.
"Yo, mama!"
She turned her head and saw that one of the male nurse's aides had walked into the room.  She recognized him immediately.  He was the one who had shaved her in the deliver room.  She'd been alone with Len, a nurse, and the male nurse's aide.  Len had asked the nurse some
misleading questions, all the time watching the aide get more and more
excited. Finally, he'd insisted that she be shaved and that the young man do the work.  The nurse objected, but Len was adamant.  Sue knew it was only because he wanted to watch her lying there on her back, feet in the stirrups, being shaved by this strange black man.  

He turned around and locked the door.  "I take it from the look of your
baby that you prefer dark meat?"
She looked at him.  She hadn't been fucked in over a week and, according to the doctor, she was able to start again as long as she took it easy.  Her eyes grew wider and she pushed the bedsheets down.  He looked her up and down.  She was wearing a white hospital gown. 
He knew it was open down the back and that it also had a slit at each breast for nursing.

"Show me your white titties," he said.
She pulled the slits open and pushed her breasts through.  They were
swollen with milk, the new baby hadn't relieved her in four hours.  The orderly walked to her and started sucking on the left nipple.  It grew hard and the milk started flowing. 
"PFFF!!!!" he spit it on the bed.  "Shit!"
She grinned.  What did he expect?
"Pull that thing up around your waist and open up."  He unzipped his pants as she slid the flimsy material up over her hips.  Her shaved cunt was exposed for him to see. 
"I do nice work, don't I?"  He climbed onto the bed, leaned down and kissed her.  She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, pulling him close and kissing him deep.  She moved her hips up and worked his cock into her without his hands helping.  He was moaning and grinning from ear to ear.  
He fucked her gently -- told her he knew she was still delicate -- but she kept grinding against him hard.  He worked in and out, met her rhythm, and soon they were fucking hard.  She reached up and grabbed the metal rails, moaning and crying out.
Oscar burst through the door and ran across the room.  He pulled the aide off of her, threw him halfway across the room.  She lay there, eyes wide, legs spread, gasping. 
Oscar put his hand between her legs.  There was no blood and he nodded in satisfaction.
"Young man, come here," he said without turning.  The aide pulled up his pants and walked across the room.
"You see this body?"  He indicated her.  "These thighs?  How strong and sturdy they are?  And these hips - wide, just right for child bearing."  His hands continued to caress her body.  "Your
patient is going to breed many babies for me before I'm done.  And that's the problem.  These babies must be mine.  Her genes and mine are very strong. I want the best I can breed.  If they are girls, they will be breeding sluts like their mother.  If they are boys, they will become strong men like me.  Independent men, strong, fierce.  Men who are dedicated to getting what they want out of life.  Just as I've got her."
Sue lay there with her eyes closed, listening to his speech.  She felt the
excitement that always came when she was reduced to exclusively her sexuality.
"Now, if you want to use her tonight, I have no objection.  Just don't get her pregnant."  He threw a handful of rubbers down on the bed.  "For some friends.  Black men, ok?"
The aide grinned.  Oscar kissed Sue on the forehead, whispered, "Treat them right," and left.
SLAVE TRADE - end of part 3



SLAVE TRADE - part 4


When Sue got home from the hospital, Len showed her the new room they'd prepared. The walls were a deep purple, there was a new king-sized bed in the middle.  There as a small refrigerator against one wall and a sink and toilet at a far end of the room.  The window shades were closed and the light was very low.  There were wooden African masks in an arrangement on one the walls. 

"This is where they're going to fuck you from now on," he announced.  Len was obviously excited.  Oscar'd told him he could be the first one to fuck her on the bed.  She put the baby in the cradle and stripped quickly.  They fucked for an hour, she cumming three times, he enjoying having his wife back home.

-----

"I didn't know she could sing!"
Oscar and Len had been standing in the front room.  Sue was in the bedroom with the baby, singing him to sleep.  She had been singing lullabies, a soft old spiritual.  "She was in choirs all through high school.  Had a brief flirt with performing.  A rock band.  It
didn't last."
Len took a drink of his scotch, offered Oscar something.  "I don't drink."
-----
The band struck up the first few notes.  The saxophone played a line that made one of the women in the front row close her eyes and throw her head back slowly.  
Sue stood in front of the crowded dance floor.  She looked at the
microphone stand in front of her.  They'd rehearsed four or five times and she knew the material. 
Excitement rushed through her body as she anticipated the affect she was going to have.  
When he first eight bars were finished, she began singing:

     It's been a long night
     I'm dreaming of you
     Warmth of your kisses
     The touch of your hand

As she sang, she moved her hips slightly as Oscar's instructed her.  She
was wearing a tight white dress, strapless, cut very low and revealing most of her breasts. He'd insisted she spend an hour in the gym each day since returning home with the baby.  Her body was firm again, her
belly nearly flat, arms and legs toned nicely.  She'd spent twenty minutes a day naked in the tanning booth and her skin was now a deep copper color.  

She crossed her arms in front of her, hands on opposite hips.  The gloves she wore reached above her elbows.  She slid her arms up her sides, then across her breast and back down to her sides.  

     You know I need you
     You know I want you
     Can't live with out you
     My slow riding man...

The saxophone took the solo again.  She looked out on the floor.  Couples were kissing, one was obviously dry-fucking on the floor.  Most of the men were sneaking looks at her even while they were dancing with their own women.  None of the women seemed to object.

Oscar knew several local musicians and had put them together into a loose backup band for Sue.  They were all high-quality performers and her voice was as good as he'd guessed.  He chose several numbers for her, slow sexy tunes.  And he'd written this one himself.

     I'm hungry for you 
     You knew I would be
     And when I see you again
     I'll make you want to stay

She pressed her shoulder together just slightly, her cleavage became more obvious. She'd been taught the trick by one of the whores he'd introduced her to after a practice session.  Then, she touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and reached up to push a strand of hair out of her face.

     Your friends stopped by
     They stayed a while
     They're friends for life now
     My slow riding man...

Len looked at her.  They both understood the lyric and wondered who else might.  Len looked around the audience and recognized several of the men who had visited his home since she'd returned from the hospital.  They smiled at him, then turned their eyes back to his slut wife.

     You know it's always open
     It's yours all day and night
     Just touch me open with your hand
     And you can come inside

The saxophone took another solo and Sue walked off the stage.  She went directly to the bar where Oscar was standing with several other men.  He motioned for her to step into the middle of their small circle.

"She's great!"
"Where did you find her?"
Oscar smiled.  He indicated for the men to draw closer into a circle
around her.  "She's got my baby in her belly."  His hand pressed against her flat stomach.  "And, being pregnant, there's really no need to use anything when you fuck her, is there?" he asked, turning his eyes to her.
"None at all," she replied, breathless.  He was going to let them fuck her between sets. 
Oscar raised his hand, dangled a key in front of one of the other men. 
"You have fifteen minutes until she's on again."
They walked her to the back of the building.  The man with the key opened the door.  It led to a large storeroom.  Against one of the walls was a folding bed.  The sheets indicated that it was used fairly regularly while the lounge was open. 
She slipped the tight dress off and one of them took it, laid it gently
across some boxes.  She was completely naked underneath, not even stockings.  The first man didn't
waste any time, mounted
her on the bed and had cum in what seemed like seconds.  The second
replaced him
immediately. He took his time, working her over hard, fucking deep and
fast.  When he came,
she felt it overflowing her cunt lip and dripping onto the mattress.  The
third man pulled her legs
open wider, climbed between them, and unbuttoned to show her a short, very
thick cock.  "He's
small but mighty" he said.  She felt the walls of her cunt expand to
accommodate him and felt
the surge of a powerful orgasm as she took him on.  Something about his
boasting turned her on
and she loved fucking him.  When he was finished, she was dripping cum
freely. Two more men
used her before Oscan knocked on the door. "Time!" he called.

They slipped the dress over her head.  She felt the thick cum inside of
her moving around as she
walked back toward the stage.  Some of the women made loud sniffing noises
as she walked
past, then turned away in disgust. She knew what they were smelling.  

As the next song started, she noticed she hadn't put her gloves back on. 
Nor had she brushed her
hair.  She stood there exposed, knew she looked like she'd just been
fucked.  

     My man, my man...

She started singing, then froze as she felt the cum dripping down the
inside of her thigh.  She
looked down and saw that there was a wet spot on the front of her dress. 
It was not a drop, it had
obviously soaked through from the inside.  She was going to sing her
entire next set while the
cum of the five black men leaked out of her cunt and wet the front of her
dress.  She closed her
eyes and was dizzy with lust for a moment.

     My man, I need your touch...

One of the dancers brushed his elbow against her hip. The dance floor was
close enough to the
bandstand that it could have been an accident.  But to her, it felt like
electricity. He knew, he had
to know!  He was playing with her!

     I need that feeling
     That you bring to me so much

There was a hand touching her left ankle.  She didn't look down.

     I feel you beside me
     In the dark, hot night

A fresh surge of cum oozed from her cunt and ran down her leg.  She felt
the liquid cool as it
flowed. It was on the inside of her thigh, just below the knee.

     I need to open the window
     I need to get some light

Another hand -- or was it the same one -- ran a finger up the back of her
calf, from the heel to the
knee.  She didn't look down.

     I need to have you in me
     I need to feel your love

She moved her leg slightly and felt that the material was clinging to her
thigh.  The cum was
soaking through and drying.

     I need my chocolate candy
     I never have enough

A woman walked across the dance floor and stopped directly in front of
her.  She spit. The saliva
landed on Sue's cheek, just below her right eye.  The woman barked out
"whore" and stormed
out of the lounge.  The guitar player took a solo and Oscar walked to the
bandstand.  He put his
left hand behind Sue's neck and wiped the spit from her cheek with a
handkerchief.  Many of the
dancers had left the floor.  By the end of the solo, most of the patrons
had left the lounge.

"They are petty ignorant little people," Oscar assured her.  "They don't
understand what a good
breeder understands."  He took her hand.  "Finish the song."

He stepped down, took a seat at an open table to the side of the dance
floor.  Tears of humilation
were welling in her eyes, but they were tempered by the heat that was
building inside her cunt.


     My sweet sweet candy man
     So sweet when I lick him
     So sweet when I suck him
     He's my special treat

     I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
     Like chocolate in the sun
     I'm gonna make you melt, sweet man
     Like chocolate in the sun

"Set's over for her," Oscar announced to the band.  The played on, but
Oscar led her out of the
building. He walked her to a mobile home somewhere in the middle of the
parking lot.  When he
gave a special knock, the door opened. Inside, she was shocked to see the
woman who had spit
on her.  She was dressed in black leather pants and top, a high collar and
boots.  Her hair was
done up in a pony-tail on top of her head.  She held a riding crop and a
pair of handcuffs.

"You white whore. You deserve to have your ass whipped bloody!"

Oscar pushed her inside, she knelt in front of the woman.

"You go in there shaking your white trash ass, trying to get your pleasure
from those men.  And
they see you, you like the whores on television and the sluts in your
magazines.  And they want
you.  You deserve to be whipped until you pass out. You deserve electric
shock.  You deserve..."

"Enough," Oscan said.  The woman walked to the back of the room and sat
down.

"Go fuck her husband."

Sue looked at Oscar, but he didn't change his expression.  She walked to
the back of the trailer,
opened the bedroom door.  There on the bed was a huge man.  He was bigger
than Oscar, who
was 6'3 and 240.  This man was all muscle, stripped completely naked
except for a wide red and
black ankle bracelet.

She pulled off her dress and threw it on the floor.  She climbed on top of
him, enjoying the
feeling of his huge black cock pushing up inside of her.  She was soaking
wet from the fuckings
earlier that night and he didn't need to wait for her.  He fucked her hard
and she returned him
grunt for grunt.  Soon, they were rolling over on the bed, taking turns on
top, both cumming
without disconnecting.  She could tell from the way his body went stiff
that he came three times
while they were together.

"I'm done, whore. Come back some other time."

She picked up her dress and staggered out of the room.  The cum trail was
now all the way to her
ankles.  As she walked, she felt the warm ooze again making its way down
her leg.  She leaned
against the sides of the hallway for balance. He'd really worked her over
and she had difficulty
staying on her feet.

"Stand up!  Don't play games with me!" Oscar ordered.  She tried to steady
herself. "Much
nicer."  He turned to the man's wife.  "Maybe next time, dear, maybe I'll
want her whipped
sometime in the futue.  Something else we learned."  She smiled at him. 
"In the meantime, can
you clean her up for me?"

The woman nodded, walked to the sink.  She ran some water until it was
warm, then dipped a
washrag in it.  She knelt in front of Sue and started wiping at her ankle,
worked her way slowly
up the inside of her right leg.

"Your little whore is dripping all the way to the floor!" she announced.

"Yes, we like to keep her insides soaking wet like that."

The woman wiped her from the ankle to the knees, then did the same on the
other leg. "Let's
leave some of this, shall we?  If she's anything like I think she is,
she'll love it."

"Fine," Oscar returned.

He drove her directly home where there were six more men waiting.  He
handed her over to
them and drove home.

SLAVE TRADE - end of part 4



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SLAVE TRADE - part 5

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

Len came home and found the front door padlocked one day.

He'd lost his job three weeks ago and hadn't been able to find anything
else.  He fingered the
lock and banged on the door, disgusted. He walked around the side of the
house, looked in the
windows.  Everything was inside -- all their clothes, the television,
computer, everything.

They'd been threatened with eviction only a week ago.  There should have
been some sort of
legal process, some sort of warning.  Besides, could it possibly be legal
for them to be thrown
out because of the stories that were spreading?

Well, the stories had got him fired, so anything was possible. People at
work had started asking
about his kids. They knew his wife Sue had been pregnant twice in the last
two years.  They'd
even given a baby shower the first time.  But there were no pictures on
the desk, no talk about
child care, no requests for babysitters.  

He'd broken to someone the fact that the baby had been given up for
adoption.  Everyone took it
well.  But the second time, someone with a friend in the hospital had told
the rest of the story: 
the black baby, the visits from several different men during her stay, the
wife seen with the
kinky-headed brown baby in the grocery store one day, then the baby never
seen again.  No one
had the full story, but they had enough to make life unpleasant.  And his
company didn't want
that.  He had been released with 2 weeks pay -- after 14 years of service.

Someone had called the landlord with a story that was too-damned-close to
the truth and they'd
received an eviction notice.  He kept looking for work every day, Sue was
usually out during the
days doing who-knew-what for Oscar.  They must've come and locked the
place up sometime in
the last 4 hours.

------

"Oscar, we're in trouble."

Len was sitting across the table from the tall black man, sipping a glass
of scotch whiskey.  As
usual, Oscar turned down any alcohol.
"I've heard.  There's been rumors.  I take it they're true."

"Yes."

"Well. Life is hard sometimes, isn't it?  Isn't that what you white folk
always tell us?"

Len shook his head.  "Don't give me that crap.  This is completely
different and you know it. 
We're friends, Oscar. This is turning us both on!"

"It turns us on, but don't make the mistake of thinking we're friends." He
turned and motioned
to the waitress.  She delivered a glass of club soda quickly.  He smiled
at her. "She turnes me on. 
We're not friends."

"So, what are you telling me?"

"Nothing.  Just that I regret your position.  But I don't know what effect
you think it will have on
me?  Why should I be concerned?"

"Damn!  If we don't have a place to live, where will you and your joy-boys
get your rocks off?"

"We'll fuck someone else. Though, I must admit Sue breeds strong babies."

"And she likes black cock, we've been over this ground before."

Oscar smiled. Len could tell he was getting some kind of enjoyment out of
the predicament Sue
and he found themselves in.

The front door of the bar opened.  A group of three black men walked in,
arms around each
other, laughing.  Behind them walked Sue.  She was dressed in a white
floor length dress, a
flowing summery design.  It had a high collar and no sleeves.  The dress
itself was pleated from
the waist to the hem and flowed around her slim legs nicely.  She smiled
when she saw Len.

"Len!" She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him.  She kissed
him deeply, then sat
down next to him. "I'm so fucking hot!  You're in for it tonight!" she
laughed.

"I don't think so," he said with a defeated tone to his voice.

She turned her head to Oscar.  "What's up?"

"I believe your white friends have turned on you.  Your husband now has no
job and you have no
home.  You've been locked out.  And I know your landlord.  Very
conservative.  You're not
getting back in."

"Which means?"

Len yelled.  "It means we're not only fucking broke and unemployed, but we
can't even get back
in the house to get our clothes!  That's what it means!"  He pushed the
chair back, knocked it to
the floor.  Then, he stormed across the room and out through the front
door.

Sue looked at Oscar with panic on her face.  "Can't you help?"

Oscar smiled.  "I can help.  Why should I help?  I can make sure you have
food to keep the baby
healthy, but that's all I'm concerned about."

She gave him a puzzled look.  "Maybe that's all you're interested in, but
your friends seem to
have a lot more in mind.  You know, sometimes I think you've got tunnel
vision."

"My friends use you at my whim.  If I say yes, it's yes.  If I say no,
they don't get any. Pretty
simple equation.  I owe them nothing."

She studied his face but there was no clue there.  He may have been
serious.  She got up and
walked outside to where Len was standing, back against the wall of the
bar.

"I think we're in this too deep," he said.  She put her arms around his
shoulders.

"Maybe.  I don't think we can turn back, though.  How would we do it?"

"Don't turn back?  So what do we do to go forward?  Do you have a plan?" 
He was angry, spat
the words out at her.

"No. Nothing yet.  But, we had better come up with something quickly. 
I'll go talk to Oscar
again."  He nodded, followed her back to the table.

"Oscar.  I know you're not going to just walk away from us.  We both have
too much invested. 
It's been 2 babies and this new one is nearly 10 weeks.  We have history
and a future."

Oscar nodded. "I've given it some thought. I know Len's industry. He's
never going to work
again.  And I know you will not get back into that house.  You're
completely indigent.  Except of
course for your cars and whatever you have in your pockets."

Len nodded. But $8500 equity in an old BMW wasn't going to get them far. 
And there was
exactly $152 in his pocket.

"This is my offer. It's not negotiable.  You can take it or leave it.  The
two of you can live
upstairs in the whore house I run off of 12th street.  I will provide 2
meals daily.  You will
continue to sing for me, you will continue to breed for me.  But, two
nights a week, you can
work the whorehouse, or this bar.  You can choose.  

"As usual, you will refrain from unprotected sex at any time you do not
have my child inside
your womb.  I will choose all of your clothes from now on.  You can keep
any money you earn. 
Len, you are welcome to tend bar, change bedsheets, or otherwise help
around the whorehouse
and the bar."

They looked at him in amazement. It sounded as though he'd thought the
entire thing out long
before.  The agreement covered all the bases.

"That isn't fair and you know it.  Who is going to pay to have sex with
her when you give her to
all your friends?"

"My friends do not frequent whores.  They use women like your wife.  White
slut cum dumps
who enjoy it and don't even have the decency to get paid for it.  You will
be servicing a
completely different set of clients for money.  The college kids, the
truckers, the blue collar boys
out for a night with their buddies.  You'll also be servicing the
ass-fuckers, the titty ropers, the
handcuff set, the ass-whippers, the nipple clampers, all of the kids of
people I won't have for
friends."

He smiled as Len squirmed.  Sue didn't seem pertubned.

"You'll notice that most of the perverts are white boys.  The limp-dicked
accountants and
lawyers who take off their $1,200 suits and ask you to diaper them.  Or
the little henpecked
pieces of shit who want to put clothespins on your cuntlips because their
wives will hardly let
them touch them down there, let alone do anything that sick."

"Two nights a week?" Len asked softly.

"Two nights.  The rest of the week, you're mine.  Same arrangement as
before. Only this time,
you're making money and I'm setting the hours."  It was true.  Over the
last two years, both Len
and Sue had become accustomed to having men drop by anytime day or night. 
Anyone who had
Oscar's blessing and a hardon showed up on their door for a quick piece.

"How much money can we make in two nights, especially given that we're not
dealing with a
high-traffic area, and we're not looking at men with a lot of cash,"  Len
objected.

Oscar smiled at Sue, reached his hand across the table and placed it on
top of hers.  "It all
depends on how hard she hustles.  And, once the word gets out, no doubt
you'll begin to see
regular traffic..."


SLAVE TRADE - end of part 5








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SLAVE TRADE - part 6

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")



There were full-length mirrors covering every inch of wall in the gym. By
turning her head just
slightly, Sue was able to see herself from almost any direction.  

She set the resistance to medium-hard and pressed her legs apart.  She
felt the weights lift on
their chains, pressed harder.  She was up to 80 pounds on this machine,
100 on its partner, on
which she pulled her legs together.  It kept her ass and thighs not slim
but well-toned.

When her legs were as wide apart as the machine allowed, she looked at
herself straight on. She
was still stunning.  Oscar had given her three identical outfits for
working out.  A red suit of a
shiny spandex, sleeveless, form fitting from neck to toe.  Over this, she
wore a bright blue thong
type of panty, the back pulled tight between her ass cheeks.  She always
worked out barefoot --
his subtle variation on "barefoot and pregnant."  

She was twelve weeks pregnant now and still not showing.  Her breasts had
swollen, but her
belly was still flat.  An hour a day in the gym, seven days a week,
helped.  And she did the
gymwork on Oscar's time.

She finished her set and picked up the towel from the floor next to her. 
She stood up and patted
her face dry.

As usual, several pairs of eyes followed her as she walked across the
carpeted floor and to the
incline boards.  She raised one of the boards a few notches and secured it
to the support.  The
cushion for her feet was just over 3 feet from the floor.

Len watched her from his rowing machine.  He'd started going to the gym
with her after Oscar
had agreed to pay for it.  Len had convinced him that there might
occasionally be a paying
customer at the gym and Len wanted to be given first shot at him.  Oscar
had granted the
privilege.

Sue lay down on the incline, hooked her feet underneath the supports. 
Then, she crossed her
arms over her chest and started her first set of 50 situps.  She did them
expertly, as she'd been
taught by the personal trainer Oscar had assigned during her first few
months with him, so long
ago. No jerking, no back and neck strain, just her belly and thigh muscles
doing all the work.

"Hot little number, isn't she?" someone remarked to his friend as they
walked together to the
locker room.  Len overheard but went on with his rowing.  After a few
minutes, he got up off the
machine and walked toward the lockers.  

The two men who had walked past were standing in front of open lockers,
laughing and putting
way their wrist and knee bands.  Len lifted up the combination lock of a
locker near theirs and
started twisting the dial.

"...yeah, but she'd never do it for me. I don't know, maybe I should leave
a copy of Penthouse
Variations laying around..."

"It never works," Len heard his friend say.  "I tried it, still can't get
her to go down on me, let
alone let me do anything else..."

"I noticed the two of you admiring Sue out there." Len casually remarked.

"You mean the hardbody wearing the blue cunt-liner?  Oh yeah."

"Seen her here a couple times before.  Jeez, what a body!"

"I heard she comes here everyday.  Shit, more dedication than I'll ever
have."

"Maybe she's rich."

"Or kept."

"She's an escort," Len announced.

The blond haired man's jaw dropped.  His friend was more nonchalant.  "I
suspected something
like that."

"No you didn't, asshole," the blond man turned to him and laughed.  He
turned back to Len. 
"How do you know that?"

"Well, actually, I recognized her.  Before I moved here, I had her once on
a business trip.  That
was years ago.  I was sure she was out of the business by now, but she
just keeps looking better
and better..."

"Damn."

The two of them didn't notice that Len wasn't having any luck with the
lock.  They were looking
at each other, wondering the same thing.

"Does she come here to pick up men?"

"Oh, no.  It's legit, she comes here to keep herself in shape.  We've
talked a few times since I
moved to town.  What a coincidence that we go to the same gym.  Name's
Len," he said, putting
out his hand.

"Yeah. Jim." He shook Len's hand.

"Rick."

"So, what's the price on something like that, if I can ask?" Jim said.

"She's kinda quirky. Her price changes depending on if she likes you or
not. If she likes you,
she'll give you a night you'll never forget.  If she doesn't, it'll only
be fantastic."

"Well, do you know her type?"

"You'll do.  You want her? I can arrange it.  Bet on $500."

"$500!? Bullshit."

"Hold your horses, Rick.  I heard you two talking earlier.  About what you
can and can't get at
home... What would you expect her to do for that kind of money?"  Len
smiled and crossed his
arms.

"Hell, for $500, we'd be talking about some rope."

"Yeah, and both of us at the same time.  One in the backdoor, one in the
front."

"And she'd probably have to keep it up for a couple of hours."

Len smiled.  He could tell by the way they were one-upping each other that
they were hooked. 

--------

Len watched the back door of the bar nervously.  

It was nearly 3 p.m. on Thursday.  She was about to change hands for
another 24 hours.  Monday
and Thursday were the days Oscar gave her a day of "freedom" and she and
Len tried to make
the best of each minute.  At 3:00 sharp, the two tricks from the gym
should show up.  Len didn't
want to keep them waiting.  He also didn't want them to walk in just as
Sue was coming home.

At ten the night before, Oscar had shown up at the whorehouse, gently
knocking on Len and
Sue's door.  As usual, Sue pulled off her nightshirt and pulled on the
white satin robe Oscar
insisted on.  She was not allowed to tie it and the front hung open,
revealing that she was naked
beneath. Len got out of the bed and sat in the chair near the wall, as
Oscar also insisted on.

When she opened the door, she saw that he'd brought three short, wiry
looking Middle Eastern
men with him.  They were dressed in expensive suits and she supposed they
were on some sort
of business trip, taking in the local entertainment.  

"Our friends have never seen a white woman naked, they tell me," announced
Oscar as he
invited the men into the room.  "This is going to be a rare treat for
them."

The men surrounded her, looking at her hair, her neck, and her belly.  

"Come, come, don't be shy," Oscar insisted with a smile.  He reached for
the waist of the robe
and pulled the left side open.  The men understood no english, but his
motion as clear enough. 

One of the men raised his hand and slid it across her hip.  Another
pressed his thumb against her
upper lip and pushed it open.  She jerked her head back, but Oscar gave
her a stern look.  She
leaned forward toward the man and pulled her upper lip back.  He parted
them further and
inspected her teeth with his other finger.  Then, he slipped his index
finger along her tongue and
to the back of her throat.  Her gag reflex had long since come under her
control and she made no
response.  He smiled, pulled his finger out, slid it back in.  He
announced something to his
friends in a language she didn't understand and they all looked closely. 
He reached into his
pocket and pulled out an expensive looking fountain pen. He pushed the top
of the pen along the
roof of her mouth, then to the back of her throat.  When she didn't gag,
the men all looked at
Oscar with a very pleased look.  One of them nodded and said a few words
to Oscar.

"They like you.  They're going to fuck you here, then Habib is going to
take you home.  He
wants to fuck you in his own hotel bed. I don't know his friends yet, but
I know Habib from
some of the women I've provided him in the past.  He will probably make
you suck his cock all
night.  He likes the feeling of falling asleep and waking up, falling
asleep and waking up, all
with a warm mouth on his cock."

Oscar said a few more words to Habib.  Habib said "coom doomp".  Oscar
corrected him and
this time, he said "cum dump."  Oscar nodded and called to Len. "She'll be
back here by 3:00
tomorrow, as per our agreement."  He stepped out into the hall and closed
the door behind him. 

One of the men pointed at Sue and said something she didn't understand. 
She started to slide the
robe off, but he shook his head.  He raised his hand, opened it palm down,
and lowered it.  She
remembered one of the whores telling her about certain universal gestures.
 She dropped slowly
to one knee, then the other.  He smiled and nodded. He pointed to her
wrist, then to her neck. 
She raised both hands and put them behind her head, fingers clasped behind
her neck.  She
nodded again.

The three calmly took off their jackets and shoes, laid them carefuly
across the back of a chair. 
Two of them stripped slowly, the third pulled off his pants, shirt, and
underwear quickly.  He
approached her and pushed his limp cock into her mouth.  Her tongue pushed
the foreskin back
and she started nibbling lightly at the head of his cock.  It swelled
immediately and he pushed it
hard into her mouth.  She didn't expect it and gagged.  The men laughed.  

Len was watching with mixed feelings.  Since the breakdown of his own
earning power, he was
starting to resent Oscar's handing his wife over to strangers.  This group
was especially
bothersome since the black/white attraction was what had made this so
exciting in the first place. 
He watched as the man took his wife's head in his hands and guided her
speed and direction on
his cock.  Her ass jiggled and hair flew as the man worked his cock into
her mouth.  He slowed
down, quickened, moved her from side to side seemingly at random.  Len saw
that her eyes were
closed and she was breating quicker. He was wearing her out and she was
not excited. 

As he rubbed his cock against her tongue and throat, he moaned softly "cum
dump, cum dump."
Len felt his erection rise.  After a few more minutes, the man's spasms
came on and he started
shouting as he unloaded into her mouth.  "Cum Dump! Cum Dump!"

He pushed her away and stepped back.  A thin string of cum followed him,
snapped from the tip
of his penis, and fell down onto her chin and chest.  He wiped himself on
a towel and retired to
the sofa.

The second naked man held his belt in his right hand and whacked it
against the palm of his left. 
He indicated she was to turn around and raise her ass high.  She put her
forehead between her
elbows and raised her ass.  He reached for her, slid the robe over her
bottom and down her back.

She knelt there with her back and ass exposed, eyes closed, waiting.  She
heard him walking on
the carpet around her.  He was looking at her from all sides.  Taking in
the expanse of white
flesh he was about to violate.  Would it land on her back?  Her ass?  Her
thighs?  She felt him
knees in front of her.  He reached down and raised her chin.  His fingers
slid into her mouth and
pulled her tongue.  She pushed her tongue between her lips and he wiped
his balls on them.  She
understood what he wanted and started licking them.  She wasn't sure what
the taste was, but it
was like nothing she'd ever tasted.  A sweet, cloying taste.  Cloves? 
That wouldn't make sense. 
Was it his sweat or was it something he'd smeared on them?  She smelled
him, trying to put the
smell and taste together.

He slipped something between her lips and pulled on her tongue.  In a
reflex move, she
swallowed it.  There was no taste and she panicked.  What had he given
her?  But, he gave no
indication that anything had happened and neither did anyone else.  Len
couldn't help her if
anything was going on.  And the others certainly wouldn't.  

He lay the strap across her bottom, gently rested it there.  She felt the
smell getting stronger in
her nostrils.  The taste was getting more intense.  She was getting lost
in it.  She felt like she
might be a flower, admiring her own smell.  It was the smell of horses
fresh back from a run. 
The smell of dirt in the garden after a rain.  She wanted more and opened
her mouth.  She tried
to reach up for his cock but it didn't seem to be there.  She looked up
but saw nothing but his
balls swinging before her nose.  They seemed massive.  They were twenty
inches wide, wrapped
in a dark, leathery pouch with thick black hair like wires.  She licked
them hungrily now, knew
they were filled with a delicious liquid that she needed.  She didn't
remember what it tasted like,
or where she was, or who she was.  She only knew that if she licked on
those huge sweet
basketballs in front of her nose, she would somehow become very very
happy.  She moaned and
pressed her thighs together.  Her cunt was oozing juice from earlier fucks
as she pressed and
released, pressed and released her cunt muscles.  She was dimly aware of
voices behind her
saying something like  coom, noo coom, coom doomp' but she couldn't focus
on them.  Only
her need for that feeling between her legs and that taste on her tongue. 
What was she doing with
her pussy again?  It felt so damn good, what was it? 

She reached up and grabbed his strong thighs, licked like a cat slurping
milk.  Long, wet passes
with her tongue, then sucking on the skin and hairs, pulling back slowly. 
She could almost taste
invisible droplets of cum oozing between the pores of his sac.  The room
was gone, there was
nothing but the feeling between her legs, the voice repeating  coom...'
and the swollen sacks of
cum she was sucking right through his skin.

She felt something very far off.  It was like a stripe of fire off behind
her.  Somehow, it was
connected to a loud sound she'd heard but it didn't make sense.  It didn't
belong together.  Then,
the sound came again and there was a fire behind her, trying to catch up
with her.  But the more
she sucked and the more she squeezed her cunt muscles, the further away
the fire was.  If she
could just keep going, it would never catch her. 

"Whack!" came the sound again, closer this time.  The feeling moved up
behind her, perhaps
directly behind her shoulder blades.  Then just below.  Desparate to stay
ahead of it, she sucked
and licked at the sack.  Saliva was dripping down her chin and onto the
floor, still she couldn't
get a decent mouthful through those thick leathery pouches.

The stripe of fire was directly below her now, she could have been sitting
on it.  It came again
and again, lighting a fire below her ass.  She became dimly aware that she
was being whipped by
a belt.  For some reason, it didn't register as pain, just sensation.  And
the balls kept swimming
in front of her eyes, changing size, sometime changing shape.  Somewhere
in her head was a
voice saying  they made you eat something' but she ignored it.  Her cunt
was feeling very good
now, nothing else mattered.  

Something changed in front of her, the balls were gone.  In their place
she saw something huge
and snakelike. She recognized it immediately. It was a cock.  It was oily
with pre-cum and she
knew that it was attached in some magical way to those balls.  She could
get all the cum she
wanted out of it if she just sucked it.  

So, she ignored the fire underneath and opened her mouth slightly.  It
seemed like she couldn't
open it any wider.  The head of the beast slid between her lips, then slid
for an hour or so deeply
into her mouth.  She swallowed, hoping to excite the head.  Then, he was
pulling out, the back
in.  She moved to try and meet his rhythm.  But the whipping across her
bottom and back was
starting to hurt.  It was starting to distract her. She was beginning to
feel it.  Something was
wearing off and she was recognizing normal sensations again.  She felt the
belt stop hitting her
and cried her relief.  In only seconds, the hot cum started filling up her
mouth and she began
swallowing.  It came in buckets, rivers, flowing so fast she couldn't keep
up with it.  It started
dribbling down her chin, her neck, onto the carpet.  He pulled his cock
out and stepped away. 
She felt the pool of it remaining on her tongue, felt the slow flow of it
out over her lower lip,
down her chin. She swallowed hard, licked her lips, and wiped her chin
with the back of her left
hand.

Habib, the third man, hadn't fucked her there in front of Len but had
taken her home.  Before he
left, he smiled at Len.  "Did you see her?  A pity we have no more of that
particular herb with
us," he said in perfect English.

------

At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue.  As always, she was
wearing one of the
several outfits Oscar had bought for her.  Habib escorted her to the table
and sat her down beside
Len.

"I compliment you.  Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask her about the
kennel later, if you want
to hear something very exciting.  Later tonight, while you are lying in
her arms.  Unless, of
course, she will be fucking someone else."  He reached into his pocket and
pulled out an
envelope.  He threw it on the table.  "There are three $100 dollar bills
in there.  Oh yes, and
some photographs."  He walked away and left the bar.

SLAVE TRADE - end of part 6








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SLAVE TRADE - part 7

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue.  As always, she was
wearing one of the
several outfits Oscar had bought for her.  Habib escorted her to the table
and sat her down beside
Len.

"I compliment you.  Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask her about the
kennel later, if you want
to hear something very exciting.  Later tonight, while you are lying in
her arms.  Unless, of
course, she will be fucking someone else."  He reached into his pocket and
pulled out an
envelope.  He threw it on the table.  "There are three $100 dollar bills
in there.  Oh yes, and
some photographs."  He walked away and left the bar.

------

Len looked at Sue after Habib had left the bar. 

She looked exhausted.  Her hair was pasted to her forehead, her eyes had
bags under them.  She
slumped into the chair across from him and put her head down on her arms. 
"I need some
sleep."

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"None.  Correction - I think I dozed off a few times, but never for very
long. They didn't stop. 
Once, I told them I had to go the the toilet.  I fell asleep in there,
woke up on a mattress on the
floor with one of them on top of me, another lying underneath. I don't
know how long they'd
been there, but it didn't seem to much matter to them if I was awake or
not."

He reached across the table and rested his hand on her head.  "Oscar's
being an asshole about
this whole  2 nights off' thing."

She raised her head, sat up straighter.  "Oh, but Len!  It was like
nothing I'd ever had with Oscar
and his friends.  I felt like I was on another planet or something - I
just got off and off and off."

She was silent for a few seconds.

"They fed me something," she finally said.

"What do you mean?"

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward.

"When we got to his apartment, he gave me something to drink. Then, he
offered me a pill - said
it would make my breath sweet.  I chewed them and it hit me immediately. 
I don't know what it
was, what the hell he could have put in there, but I got so sensitive. 
Anything that touched me
turned me on.  I felt every inch of my clothes touching me, I felt the
hairs on the backs of my
hands, the wind across my skin as someone walked by.  It was incredible."

She sat back down in her chair and closed her eyes.  When she opened them
up again, she had an
intense look in her eyes.  The signs of exhaustion she'd shown when she
arrived were gone.

"I want more."

"Listen, we can't afford to have you addicted to drugs or something."

"It isn't like that.  This wasn't cocaine.  This was...I don't know, but
it's something he has and I
want."

"Sue!  Listen, get a grip on yourself.  This is getting out of hand." Len
had a nervous look on his
face as he reached for his wife's hand.

"No, no, it isn't.  It's just something new!"

"What is?"

Len looked up.  It was Rick from the gym. He looked at his watch - it was
ten minutes after
three.

"Sorry we're late," said Jim.  He had a small suitcase with him. Both of
them were wearing jeans
and white t-shirts.  Len looked at the muscled bodies he hadn't noticed at
the gym. These two
obviously put in a lot of time on the weight machines.  "Are you ready?"

Sue stood up.  The two men looked at her then at each other.  Rick looked
at Sue again.  Her hair
was dirty and her clothes were disheveled.  She was wearing a bright red
scoop-neck leotard and
a short, deep purple leather miniskirt.  Oscar had instructed her to wear
black fishnet stockings
and heels for Habib who said he'd "never seen a white woman in proper
costume."  There were
small, oval stains where cum had dripped and dried on the skirt.

"Len, is this the $500 whore you said was an  escort'?"

Len stood up and shook his head.  "You don't understand.  This is a
costume she had to put on
for a customer.  He was a real jerk, a moron who has all these fantasies
about..."

"Fuck you.  We don't need your half-assed explanations.  There's no way
we're going to pay
$500 unless we get our money's worth.  Got it?"

"Hey, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth," Sue said.  "What do you
want me to change
into?  Give me ten minutes."

"That's more like it.  Be nice to us and we'll make it worth your while."

"Yeah.  Listen, why don't you put on something really tight, just not
trashy like that red thing. 
Why don't you put on your exercise outfit and a wraparound skirt on top?
You have that?"

"Of course, honey," she said.  "Just sit down here and have a drink."  She
signalled to Len to
bring them something from the bar.

After he watched his wife walk upstairs to their room, he took their
orders and went to the bar. 
He was thinking about how things would go later tonight.  Len hated
himself some nights for
getting so turned on thinking about slipping up behind her, sliding his
stiff and excited cock into
her gushing cunt.  There was nothing that turned him on as much as
listening to the sounds as he
pushed the cum out of her cunt with his cock.  And few things that turned
her on as much.  

Until tonight. He wondered what Habib had given her that had made such a
big difference.  And
where could he get some?

------

Rick handed the taxi driver a twenty and waved him off.  The man smiled
and asked what time
he should return.  "Six o'clock."  

On the sidewalk, Jim was holding his small case in one hand and pulling
Sue closer with the
other.  She kissed him softly and passionately.  After their shaky start,
she had to do everything
she could tonight to make sure they would come back again.  She moaned
softly and slipped her
tongue between his lips.  Her right hand ran down his side, tugged at his
belt.  "Let's get inside."

Rick had already unlocked the door.  He held it open and the two of them
stepped through.  She
heard him lock and bolt the door behind them.

"God, I want some head from you!" said Jim, unzipping his pants.  "Ever
since I started
watching you at the gym, it's been on my mind.  Come over here."

She walked to him, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his cock in
her mouth.  He was
already starting to get hard.  She wrapped her lips lightly around the
head, ran her tongue in slow
circles around the tip.  He put his hands on her head, pulled her close. 
She resisted, kept her
mouth just at the head.  

She opened her mouth slightly and let out a long breath of hot air.  He
moaned.  "Oh shit!" She
smiled.  "I need to lay down."

She stood up.  "Whatever you say."

He pulled off his pants and boxers and jumped on the bed.  She knelt
beside him, lowered her
head to his belly and started kissing just below his navel.

"Like this, honey?" 

"Oh yeah," he moaned.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against his skin, started moving in a
slow line to the base of his
cock.  He ground his hips into the mattress underneath.  Sue opened her
mouth and ran it along
the right side of his cock.  He felt her saliva soaking him as she moved
slowly toward his cock-head. When she reached it, she immediately moved
across and started licking her way down the
other side of his cock.

She kept at it for several minutes. When she was finished, his cock was
completely slick from
her mouth.  "You want me to drink it or do you want it in my pussy?"

A wide smile broke out on his face.  This was a whore who worked for her
money.  She'd asked
in such a sweet voice, he could tell she'd love either answer.

"Milk me dry, honey."

"You ready for this?" she asked.  Without waiting for an answer, she
straddled his chest and
pushed her mouth down on his cock.  He felt it go past her lips, across
the roof of her mouth, and
finally lodge deep in her throat.  He felt a constriction around his
cockhead he'd never felt
before.  She had him well into her throat.  She moved just slightly back
and forth, but to his cock
it felt like the long long draw of a tight cunt.

He lay there, staring into her wide open cunt and feeling the heavenly
suction of her throat.  His
eyes roamed over her ass.  He raised her skirt and pulled down the
waistband of her tights.  She
was naked underneath.  His eyes feasted on her pussy lips and ass cheeks.
He noticed several
wide stripes across her ass.  She'd taken a belt across it recently.  He
started toying with
possibilities in his mind.  Sue kneeling before the two of them, ass high,
waiting for the belt. Or
a coat hanger.  Or a wooden spoon.  Or...

"Ahhh!!!!" He screamed as he shot his load into her throat.  She didn't
change her pace, just kept
a steady milking motion.  He jerked and lunged, losing control in one of
the best orgasms he
could remember.  Finally, he was exhausted and pulled her shoulders. She
stopped and climbed
off of the bed.

"Rick..." he moaned in a bare whisper.

Rick laughed.  "You dead, pardner?"

"Noooo, not dead.  Goddam, she's good.  Have her deep throat you!  It's so
fucking good..."

"We'll see."

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"She takes the belt."

She looked quickly at Rick to guage his reaction.  She'd taken the belt
from Oscar's customers
last night, but didn't want to make a regular thing of it.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that later," he said, very matter-of-factly. 
Rick unzipped his pants
and slid them off.  His cock was already stiff, the swollen head a bright
red.  "Get out of those
clothes, sweetie.  Let's see what you look like underneath that outfit."

She pulled the clothes off, piling them carefully on a chair. Oscar was
very tight with his
clothing budget and she couldn't afford to lose any being careless.

"Raise your arms above your head.  That's it.  Now, on your toes.  Turn
around.  Slowly."

She did as he instructed.  "I see what you mean, Jim.  It isn't just her
ass either.  Her back shows
some signs of the belt.  Come closer, dear."  She stepped nearer to him. 
"What's this?" he
asked, examining some marks on her shoulders and upper back.  

"Paw prints?"  She closed her eyes.  "Don't tell me these are paw
prints!?"

She couldn't talk.  She hadn't been certain if Habib was serious or if he
was trying to scare her,
but he had let two dogs loose on her.  They had  jumped on her and knocked
her to the floor. 
She'd been terrified that there would be more.  There hadn't.

"I don't think I want to know," Rick continued.  "I just want to feel the
inside of that sweet
pussy of yours."  He pushed her and she went to her knees.  He walked
around behind her and
raised her ass with his hands.  She rested her forehead on her arms and
spread her knees wider.

He pushed into her deep and fast.  She felt the cum ooze out along the
sides of his cock and drip
down her inner thighs.  "Nice.  Silky, sweet..."  Rick held her hips and
started a deep, slow fuck. 
She went along with his rhythm.  It felt good, he was being gentle and
considerate especially
compared to Habib's friends last night.  She reached her hand down between
her legs.  With two
fingers, she lightly tickled his balls. With the other two, she worked her
own clit.  He felt her
start to move underneath him and knew she was working herself.  He didn't
mind.  Let her,
maybe her own orgasm would make his more intense.

She started cumming before he did.  He heard her breathing get erratic,
started taking her on.  
"Go on, little pussy.  Let's hear it.  Don't be shy, no one's around. 
Finger that little cunthole..."
As her excitement built, her pussy twitched and he felt it.  He started
fucking deeper.  They were
working in unison and he shot his load into her cunt.

------

Len was surprised to see them walk through the door at 5.  They'd paid for
her straight through
to six o'clock.  

"Any trouble?" he asked them.

They smiled at him.  "No, no problem at all.  We just thought it might be
nice to let you in on
the fun."  Rick motioned for Len to follow him into the hallway at the
back of the bar.  Len went
along, smiling. 

When they were out of range of the customers in the bar, Rick raised Sue's
skirt.  Len saw that
they'd attached eight clothespins to her cunt-lips, four on each side.

"She's been like this for about twenty minutes.  Jim fucked her up the ass
like this, and I've been
holding off.  I think she's pretty damned sensitive by now.  I'm going to
pull these off, then fuck
her in the stock room.  If you want to, she's yours when I'm done.  Just
thought you might like to
get in on the action."  He reached his hand underneath her skirt and
turned to Sue.  "Am I right? 
You pretty sensitive now?"

She nodded.  He moved his hand around, brushed against the front pair. 
"OOOhhhhh," she
moaned.  Rick smiled.  He pushed a finger against her clit and started
massaging it.  She closed
her eyes and smiled.  "Fuck, yes...!"

"You go the key?" Rick asked Len. Len opened the door to the stock room.  
Once they were
inside, Rick pulled the clothespins off of her quickly while she cried out
in pain.  When they
were all off, he pressed her against the wall and unzipped his pants.

"Here we go.  I want to feel you moving under me..."  He slid his cock
into her damp cunt.  She
ground against him, trying to find a comfortable position.  There was
none. The fabric of his
pants, the zipper, the hairs of his cock, all of them pressed into her raw
and swollen cunt lips. 
She jerked and twitched as he fucked her.  He closed his eyes and rode her
for nearly ten minutes
like that.  Finally, he braced himself and pushed deep into her while he
came.

He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it dry on the inside of her skirt,
then stepped back.  "Len,
she's all yours. I'll see you at the gym tomorrow..."

Rick and Jim left.  Len looked at his wife.  She'd spend most of the last
24 hours getting her cunt
fucked off by at least eight men.  And now, she was pressed against the
stock room wall, skirt up
around her waist, legs bare, cum dripping from her tender cunt.  She
smiled at him.  He smiled
back.  She raised her arms and he stepped into them.  

Sue pulled him close, kissed him lightly.  "You like me like this?"

He kissed her back. "Yes yes yes."  He kissed her cheek, eyebrows,
forehead, then down the
other side of her face.  She raised her left leg, wrapped it around his
back.  His hard cock found
her cunt and slid into her easily.  He held her face in his hands.  Both
of their mouths were open,
they were kissing and sucking at each other's tongues.  He fucked her
gently at first, but as her
body motion became more intense, he matched her.  Soon, they were grunting
and slamming
into the wall.  She screamed as she came, he held off.  When her spasms
subsided, he started her
up again. 

He whispered to her about the black cock whose baby was inside her.  Then,
he told her what
he'd seen yesterday with the Middle Easterners.  He whisperd about Habib
and the belt across
her ass.  He whispered to her about the men at the gym and the way they'd
looked at her matted
hair and whore clothes.  She became more and more excited as he talked. 
Finally, the both built
to a climax together.  

"Oh baby, this never needs to end!" she sighed as she fell asleep in his
arms.

-----

SLAVE TRADE - end of part 7

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SLAVE TRADE - part 8

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

----

Sue looked at Len sleeping.  He was curled up tight, head buried in the
pillow.  He hadn't slept
well for the last few nights and she was a little worried.  She pulled the
blanket up over his
shoulder and tucked it under his chin.

It was still dark outside, the sun wouldn't rise until 7 at the earliest. 
The green glow from her
wristwatch said 4:15 - Habib would be downstairs at half past.

She slid quietly out of the bed and moved silently into the hallway. The
door squealed a bit as
she pulled it closed behind her but Len didn't stir.  There would be no
one in the shared
bathroom at this hour, so she entered, closed the door,  and turned on the
light.

Last night hadn't been too bad.  It was one of Oscar's nights and she'd
had almost no traffic. 
Two men came, both were gentle and considerate, both knew about her and
Len's money
problems and tipped her generously.  She ran the brush through her hair
and dusted a light violet
blush across her cheeks, a rich, dark violet for her eyelids and lips. 
Habib liked that color, told
her it reminded him of flowers.  

She'd gone to sleep wearing the outfit he preferred, a deep burgundy thong
and a white camisole
- both of an expensive fabric that felt like satin.  

This would be the first time she struck out on her own.  She'd talked with
Habib two nights
earlier when he'd arrived with some friends to pay Len for an hour with
her. She did her best to
impress them, then pulled Habib aside while his friends were dressing.  

"The herb you gave me the night you took me home.  What was it?"  He
wouldn't tell her, but
said that it was  available whenever she needed it.  She told him she
needed it.

He'd been very calm and cool.  He told her that he would order some and
have it in two days. 
They would meet at 4:30, they would have sex in one of the rooms and he
would give her what
she wanted.  She'd agreed.

In the intervening hours, she'd thought of little else.  She knew from the
first time that she
wanted to do it again, now that the time was near, the craving was with
her all the time.  She still
wasn't certain what had happened that first time, only that it was
wonderful.

At 4:25, she clicked off the light and walked barefoot down the stairs
into the bar.  There was a
dim glow from the neon signs, enough to allow her to navigate through the
darkness to the front
door where he said he would meet her.  

She monitored the street, body tensing with excitement at every sound of
car tires or footsteps. 
A wind kicked up and blew a piece of newspaper against the door - she
almost felt it.  She felt
her hand slide down between her legs and touch lightly against her crotch.
 She was tempted to
finger herself, give herself a taste of what was coming, but resisted.

At 4:30, Habib rose from his seat at one of the tables and stepped into
the dim light of the juke
box.

"Hello, Sue."

She spun around, shocked that he had been there all that time.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Oh, Oscar has given me a key long ago."

She was surprised to hear that.

"Yes. In fact, I've looked in on you from time to time.  Watched you
sleep.  Once, I even
watched your husband and you making love.  A touching sight."

She felt anger rise but her desire for the herb killed it quickly.  Habib
stepped closer, reached out
and touched her hair.

"Especially when he talks to you about what he'd seen you do earlier that
day.  Who you'd had
in your mouth, how many members had penetrated your body..."

She closed her eyes, listening to his words, letting the humiliation wash
over her. Habib had
been studying her, knew what she would react to.  "Do you have it?"

"Ah, my little one.  You have no shame left, do you?  Not even an insult
for me, for my watching
you and your husband fucking?"  He continued to caress her cheek.  "You
remember what my
friends and I did to your body, don't you?"  He reached into his pocket,
withdrew a small
capsule.  "Exploring every inch of your body.  Knowing you would not
resist."  He pushed the
capsule between her lips, pushed it back into her mouth with his thumb. 
"And the nicest part
was not worrying about your becoming pregnant, yes?  Knowing all the time
that you are already
carrying a new life inside your womb..."

She swallowed the pill and listened to his words.  She let them surround
her, knew that -- as it
was last time -- his voice would be her connection to reality once the
herb took effect.

"And you are wearing what I bought for you?"

"Yes, I have been wearing it since 10 o'clock last night, as you
instructed."  She felt her body
lighten, knew the feeling was just moments away.

"Then, you know what I will want of you."  She nodded, feeling his hand on
her face like a
thousand feathers, a thousand pins, a thousand million little fingers
caressing her.

"Yes, I know what you will want."  The words were almost tangible to her
as they left her
mouth.  She felt them build in her throat, move across her tongue and out
into the room.

"Well, then, why don't you go ahead and tell me?"  He was teasing her and
she knew it. But, the
feelings were there, she had what she needed. Everything else was of no
consequence.

"You will have me go to the kitchen.  I will look in the refrigerator.  I
will find where they keep
the butter. I will dip my fingers into it, put it away.  Then, I will
stand before you and beg you to
let me make you happy..."

She was floating away now, her body alive to any touch.  Soon, she'd need
to beg him for it.

"...you will say  yes'.  Then, I will tun around pull the thong down
around my knees, and smear
the butter all over my fingers.  I will slide my fingers up into my
asshole, lubricating myself for
your Precious Member.  I will do this for several minutes, alternating
fingers the way you taught
me last time.  First the index finger, to the first knuckle, then the
middle finger.  Then, the index
finger all the way, then the middle finger.  I will do this ten times, as
you instructed..."

She was getting weak in the knees now.  Talking about this was making her
hot.  She could
smell the lubrication of her cunt. It was a strong, sweet smell.  She knew
it would grow richer
and muskier later.

"...you will approach me and unzip yourself. My mouth will make your
Precious Member hard,
then, when you are ready, you will move around behind me and fuck me up
the ass.  You will
fuck me for a long time, holding yourself back from cumming.  While you
fuck, I will feel your
fingers on my clitoris.  You will play with it, massaging lightly, then
quicker, then lighter again. 
You enjoy hearing me beg and you will play me as long as you are able. 
Which was over 30
minutes last time..."

She started moving her hips, hoping to entice him.  She reached out for
him but he took her
hands and placed them at her sides.  The drug made even those movements
exquisitely
pleasurable.

"...when you finally cum, you will fill me up and then allow me to finish
masturbating myself. 
Then, I will bring a warm rag and clean you, removing any traces of my ass
and the butter from
your Precious Member."

Habib smiled.  "Open your eyes, little one."  She looked at him.  "Are you
enjoying my gift?" 
She nodded.  "It's as I remembered it..." she mumbled, only half
pronouncing the words. 

"Good.  Go back to your bed, go back and sleep or fuck your husband.  I
demand nothing of you
tonight."

Habib kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked toward the door.

"Habib!  Please!  You can't leave me like this...!" She ran toward him,
wrapped her arms around
his neck.

He pulled her off of him and let go. "I bring you a present and you demand
more?"

"I am not demanding..." she wrapped her arms around her knees, buried her
face in his pantlegs. 
"I am begging.  I just assumed you would want..."

"You assumed wrong.  I came this time as a friend.  But, we need to talk
about the future, don't
we?"

He pulled a chair from under one of the tables and sat down.  "Come, stand
beside me." She rose
and stood to his right.  He reached for her and yanked the thong halfway
down her thighs. He
pushed two fingers up inside of her and let her move around on his hand as
he talked.  "You
know, I'm sure, that I will never pay for you again.  From now on, we will
have an agreement.  I
will bring you the drug and you will perform favors for me.  Is that
satisfactory?"

She barely heard him, her entire focus was on the fingers.  They felt like
snakes inside of her,
curling, coiling, then expanding, reaching further and deeper, then
withdrawing.  She loved the
image.  "Yes, that is fine," she breathed.

"I may bring friends.  You will service them also."

"Yes, yes... deeper."  She reached for her breasts, pulled at them,
scratched the tops with her
fingernails.


"You may have it every second day.  Some days, we will meet at this hour. 
Other days, we will
meet in the early evening."

She felt the orgasm rising, coming nearer, roaring in her ears.  "More,
three fingers, four...
please..."

He forced a third then a fourth finger inside of her, she bent her knees
to open wider for him.

"You will not deny me anything."

"I will not...deny...you...anything!!!" She screamed as she started to
cum.  Her hands went to her
cunt and rubbed hard, quickly, slowly, quickly again as she panted and
choked out her pleasure.

"Sleep well, little one," Habib said as he walked out of the bar.

----

SLAVE TRADE - end of part 8

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SLAVE TRADE - part 9

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

----

Oscar was petting her forehead gently.  She had her eyes closed, the back
of her head rested on
the inside of his left thigh.  She took a deep smell of his crotch.  She
loved the sweet, deep male
smell of him.  When he was gentle like this wat he only time she worried
at all about Len. 
Seeing his wife's cradled between the legs of their black master (what
other word could she use
these days?), she worried that Len might feel just how reliant they both
were on Oscar's whims.
As long as she kept Oscar satisfied, she felt the tension between the men
could be kept to a
minimum.

"You have already begun to swell," he said softly, reaching his free hand
down for her left
breast.  He was right, she'd already gained two inches and one cup size. 
Soon, he belly would
begin showing as well.  The thought brought her another flash of passion
between the legs.  

He rolled her nipple gently between his fingers and she closed her eyes. 
She allowed herself to
forget the four other men in the room who were watching the two of them. 
As usual, Oscar had
made them wait outside while she serviced him, then enter the room to wait
their turn.

"You see, my friends?  Did you notice what she did as soon as I began
pulling on her soft, brown
nipples?"  She blushed slightly - he was right.  As soon as he'd cupped
her breast, she'd allowed
her right knee to drop back down to the bed.  Now, she lay with her feet
just inches from her ass,
left knee still bent and high, but the righ knee flat on the bed. She knew
this had opened her cunt
lips and that the men were watching eagerly.

"She assumes this position for me often.  It is one of the several I
prefer." He continued to
massage the brown area around her nipple, she moaned slightly.  "She is my
own personal cum
dump, into which you may deposit your seed."  She took another deep
breath.  His use of the
term still turned her on.  "As you know, it will not fertilize her.  She
already carries my child."

One of the men stepped forward.  "I have wrestled the other three and
beaten them all.  We
wrestled nearly twently minutes.  I prevailed."

"Show off muthafucker!" one of the others laughed.  "Just get your cock
into that white bitch's
little pussy and let's show her how it's done!"

"Yeah," one of the other jeered.  "Looka how hungry the bitch is!  And she
ain't hungry for that
thin little pink cock her white man came with...!"

The three of them all laughed as the first man knent on the mattress at
the foot of the bed.  He
rubbed his cock lightly and it grew stiff.  "You like this, mama?" he
asked as he moved closer.

"Give it to me!" she answered.  Oscar kept her head there in his lap, one
hand on each side of
her head now, holding her steady.  "I'm all yours."

The man pushed raised her left knee and raised it up.  He took her right
knee in his other hand
and put both knees over his shoulders.  Then, he let her slide down slowly
into place.  Her ass
rocked back and forth slowly as he reached between her legs.  He guided
the head of his cock
between her outer lips.

"Ah, here we go bitch, here we go..." he repeated softly as he pushed the
head into her.  She
moaned and relaxed her cunt muscles.  She felt the head enter.  After all
this time, she still loved
the feeling of the thick head spreading her cunt lips wide.  It was
nothing like fucking Len or her
other white lovers.  Even the ones with long cocks never seemed to have
the thickness of her
black lovers.  He worked his way up into her for what seemed like five,
ten, twenty long
minutes.  She felt the walls of her cunt widen, her insides rearrange
themselves to allow him
maximum penetration.  

Then, he was withdrawing.  She felt like her entire insides were being
pulled out after him.  Like
her entire bowels were unloading, her entrails being pulled out through
her narrow opening.
Then, he was pushing them back into place.  Back into place.  And further.
 Everything
compacting against her stomach, her lungs, the base of her throat.

"Oh, fucking damn, yes, oh fuck me fucccck me..." she moaned, already
losing control after
Oscar's buildup. She started bucking against him, forcing his cock deeper
than even he had been
moving.  She sped up, rocked against him, throwing her head right and left
between Oscar's
thighs.  She leaned her head back, smelled his asshole, the smell of his
shit from earlier mixed
with his sweat, his cum, her juices, her saliva from when she sucked his
sock.  She pushed hard,
felt his the wiry hairs at the base of his cock scrubbing her nose, lips,
chin.

The man was losing control rapidly. His dreams of riding Oscar's whore
were vanishing in the
silky pleasure she provided.  She knew how to work him and he couldn't
resist.  He came in just
eight minutes.  When he unloaded, it poured into her for hours, her
screams of pleasure muffled
by Oscar's thigh, which she was again pressed tight to.

He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it clean on her cunt hairs, then
invited the next man.

"Bitch tight, or maybe this big horse's cock of mine just makes it feel
that way !" he laughed. 

"Fuck yourself, nigger!  If she like that little boys cootie of yours,
she'll love this MAN's cock!" 
They laughed and changed places.  "You hear me, ho?  You gonna get a REAL
fucking now." 
He rammed his cock into her sopping wet cunt, felt the head hit home
somewhere around her
stomach.  He pulled out, slammed in, worked her hard.  She didn't slow
down, met his every
move.  When he showed signs of slowing down, she'd tighten the grip she
had on him with her
thighs, pressing against the small of his back with her heels.  

"What's the matter," she asked.  "Getting a little tired?"

She knew they always took that as a challenge.  He worked her harder now,
pulling his head all
the way to her outer cunt lips before plunging deep into her.  With each
stroke now, he tried to
pull nearly out, ram nearly all the way through her. She moaned and
humped, pressing her crotch
against him, trying to get the maximum pressure on her clit.  Finally, she
came, the convulsions
inside her cunt taking him over the edge.  When he'd unloaded, he
collapsed between her legs. 

"Oscar, what a muthafucker!"  He laughed.  "You done turned the bitch into
something
special...!"

Oscar leaned forward and pushed him off of her.  "Get your lazy ass outta
here and give
someone else some room."

Len entered the room, told Oscar that it was nearly ten p.m. -- the time
they generally let her go
to sleep, unless something unusual had been planned.  He looked down on
the bed and saw Sue
there, hands between her legs, holding herself open for the next man. 
There was a pool of cum
on the sheet between her legs, the insides of her thighs were glistening
and her cunt hairs matted. 
He felt his cock get hard and a smile spread across his face.  

"Two more, Len," Oscar announced.  "Unless, of course, you'd like to have
a go at her as well?"

Len was in a good mood.  He walked across the room, leaned down and kissed
her belly.  "Oh,
I'll have her for the rest of the night.  Don't worry about me..."  He
smiled.

Two of the men looked at each other and shook their heads.  "The white boy
knows what his
bitch likes, doesn't he?"

"Hey, asshole," Len said, turning around quickly.  "You're dumb enough to
do my warm up
work for me, why should I turn it down?"  He turned back to Sue.  "You
just fuck her.  Me, she
loves."

Len walked back to the door, waited just long enough to watch the third
man kneel down
between Sue's legs while she held her lips open wide.  He smiled and left.

=====

Len sat down at the small table at the back of the barroom.  He opened a
notebook and reviewed
the numbers.  Thirty-five hundred dollar.  Still it seemed like a
pittance.  Given their situation -
and the unlikeness he'd ever find a decent paying job again - that was not
nearly enough.  

As he looked back at the numbers for the last few weeks, it looked like
she'd been bringing in
less recently.  The numbers of visitors hadn't really changed.  And Habib
had paid very well the
first few times.  This time, it seemed like he wasn't coming through.

A short man approached him, looked around the bar several times, then sat
down.  "You Len?"
he asked.

"Who's asking?" Len returned.

"Don't fuck with me, I'm a friend.  I have something to talk to you about.
I think Oscar might be
in trouble."

Len leaned forward.  This wasn't something he'd expected at all.  How and
why would Oscar be
in trouble?  And, if he was, Len wasn't aware that he and Oscar had any
common friends, let
alone any who would tell Len about Oscar's troubles.

"How am I involed?" Len asked. 

"You rely pretty heavily on Oscar, don't you?"

 Len nodded.  No one really knew details, but it was common knowledge that
Len and Sue were
living in the whorehouse.

"There's trouble with the man who's been buying the babies.  I don't think
he was aware that
they were mixed."

Len shook his head.  That had been one of the major factors they were all
relying on.  For some
reason, Oscar had picked Sue for his crazy scheme, and their entire lives
had been destroyed. 
Oscar was really all they had left and if he was in trouble...

=====

Sue braced herself against the shower wall with her left arm.  With her
right, she adjusted the
water until it was as hot as she could stand it.  It had been a long
evening and was going to be a
shorter night.  Oscar had her work an entire 12 hour shift in the bar for
him -- nine customers
with their paltry 25% split -- then took her up to his own room for two
hours.  As always, he was
insatiable.  She didn't know where he got his energy or stamina, but she
was always completely
exhausted after a session with him.  

The hot water ran down the back of her body.  She let it caress her,
turned slow circles so it
would warm her everywhere.  Thoughts of Oscar wouldn't leave her.  He'd
had her do a slow
dance to a CD of saxophone music he had playing.  Now and then, he'd hang
his ass off the end
of the bed, cock erect.  She'd dance toward him, straddle his hips, and
take his cock up into her,
all in time to the music.  She'd sway left and right, move up and down,
never allowing him to
penetrate all the way.  The head entered, she withdrew.  As she grew
wetter, she slid a few
inches of the wrist-thick shaft into her. Then, she'd withdraw again and
dance in the middle of
the room. 

After a few of these dances, he's shake his head and point to his cock. 
She knelt in front of him
and took the head into her mouth. She'd suck while he made small moaning
sounds, encouraging
her.  Then, he'd push her gently.  She'd stand and dance again.  Her heat
grew and grew as he
teased her.  Soon, she was spreading her cunt lips open, crouching,
pushing her hips forward
trying to entice him.  He'd smile, put out his tongue. She danced closer,
trying to get him to lick
her.  He would flick his tongue lightly, then withdraw.

When he finally did fuck her, it was on his back, hands behind his head, a
contented smile on his
face.  She did all the work.  She rocked back and forth, clenched and
released her pussy muscles,
rose up to her knees, held his member with her hand, pushed herself down,
rubbed herself hard
against his pelvis to make certain it was all the way in.  Clenched with
her insides again.  

He'd indicate to her when he wanted to cum. No matter how close or far she
was to her own
orgasm, she knew this would take her over the edge. She'd start with the
slow, deep fuck he
loved.  Then, she'd raise herself up and take just the head.  She didn't
move, just clenched and
unclenched her cunt muscles.  He never failed to pull his head forward
with his hands and moan
something obscene to her.  

She'd continue this ten, twenty times.  Then, she'd slide just a bit
deeper and do it again.  She'd
repeat this until the entire shaft was up inside of her.  By then, she was
always nearly ready to
cum.  She knew the rest of his pattern. She'd lean forward, brace herself
with fists on the bed,
right beside his head.  She'd lean forward and offer her nipples right
wherever his mouth was. 
Sometimes he licked, sometimes he sucked, sometimes he bit. Sometimes he
ignored them. 
That turned her on, not knowing.

Once she was in this position, the real fucking started.  He'd begin
moving his hips up and down,
fucking her at whatever speed he liked that night.  She was to remain
perfectly still.  He
sometimes fucked shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes fast or slow.  It was
all up to him at that
point.  If she lost control and began fucking back, he'd leave her like
that.  If she allowed an
elbow to bend or a nipple to drift too far from the reach of his mouth,
he'd withdraw his cock
and send her to her room.  She'd learned that her excitement was too great
and that this was a
very real punishment.  

So, she obliged him in every way. Nothing he ever wanted was beyond her
now.  And this was
little to ask - her stillness.

He'd asked much more.  The first few times she'd had to lick around his
asshole had taken her
some getting used to.  Sometimes, she'd have to lay on the bed beneath
him, mouth open so
wide  it hurt her jaws, with both of his balls in her mouth.  She'd jack
him off with her hands
while her tongue licked between, around, and all over his sack.  She'd
often come away with
hairs between her teeth and sore jaws.  But, it was what he demanded.

The hot water of the shower caressed her and she put her hand between he
legs.  Then, she
remembered it was a night for Habib.  She quickly finished the shower,
dressed in her "uniform" 
and went to bed.

=====

Habib stood holding her tight against him.  He kissed her and she kissed
back.  The herbs had
taken her somewhere else again and she didn't know what it was exactly she
was feeling.  It was
something long and hot, moving around inside her mouth.  Something of her
own was moving
with it.  Sometimes they would move together, sometimes apart.  She
pressed agianst it.  It
pressed back.  She sucked it.  It grew longer and went down her throat. 
She felt it inside her
belly, moving around.  The feeling excited her and she squeezed the
muscles of her ass.  Her
asshole opened wider and she felt something there too.  It was something
long and thin.  It
seemed to have something very large at the end, it was probing deep inside
of her.  She felt her
arms move around Habib's neck, tighten, loosen, tighten again.

An orgasm grew inside of her -- she never mistook that feeling.  It was a
swelling that started at
the base of her body -- right between her cunthole and her asshole. It
spread slowly, warming up
the entire bottom half of her belly.  Then it shot up he spine and came
back down through
herthroat to her belly and intestines.  

But something was there.  When the electricity moved through her, she felt
it encounter
something stiff and huge inside of her.  It was that huge probe again. 
There was something very
thin and long attached to it, something that protruded from her asshole. 
But inside of her, it was
very unusual.  She opened her eyes to look at Habib but couldn't see him. 
She only saw a pair of
eyes, no face.  She closed her eyes again and surrended to the feeling.

It was the right thing to do.  The orgasm was released almost immediately.
 Her body spasmed,
her feet left the ground and went up somewhere around Habib's back.  She
felt something
supporting her, she assumed hands underneath her ass. 

There were other hands on her body.  She felt something warm and scratchy
pressing against her
back, something similar against her belly and tits. Dimly, she remembered
that she was
sandwiched between Habib and the strong-looking, squat man he'd brought
with him. After
giving her the herb, Habib had invited the man to sample her asshole. 
She'd heard him open a
bag of some sort, turned to look.  He'd purchased some odd contraption
that fit over his cock. It
was a series of four large metal rings, connected by a leather strap.  As
the herb had taken affect,
she hadn't bothered asking whether he was going to fuck her like that. 
She knew.  And in
seconds, it no longer mattered. Her body was getting that familiar feeling
and nothing could
matter.  That was when Habib had inserted his long, snake of a tongue into
her mouth.

The men held her like that, fucking her on and off, switching places, for
nearly an hour.  She was
not allowed to sit or lay down.  Neither of them wanted to use her cunt. 
They took turns, Habib
with his long, thin cock that penetrated so deep she worried he'd cause
her to unload her bowels,
and Habib's friend with the thick, mechanically enhanced rod that rammed
into her with a
strength she'd only known from Oscar.

As the drug started wearing off, she was allowed a few moments with no
cock inside of her.  She
caught her breath -- she'd long since stopped counting her orgasms -- and
braced herself against
a chair.

"I want three hundred dollars," Habib's friend told her.

She gave him a puzzled look.  "Excuse me?"

Habib took her by the shoulders and pulled her close.  

"Sue, it's been nice fucking you for free, you have a nice silky mouth and
a sweet asshole.  But,
you must understand that this herb does not come free to me."

She stared into his eyes, dazed.  "What the hell are you talking about?"

He gave her a wide smile as he stared directly into her eyes.  "I said,
these herbs are not free. 
This is the man I purchase them from."

She turned and looked at the short, dark man.  He smiled and bowed
slightly.  "I have been
talking with Habib about you.  He told me all about your asshole and he
was competely correct. I
think I will enjoy fucking you now and then.  And, when I do, you can pay
me."

"For the drugs."

Habib smiled.  "Well, for the drugs certainly.  But, I've been thinking
that you should pay me for
the fucking as well."

"You're out of your mind."

"No, I'm not.  Think about it.  You love this much more than I do.  I
could be fucking any of a
number of whores like yourself.  Some might not be as eager as you, or as
pretty as you, but face
it, as your boys say - they're all pink on the inside?"

"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to pay you for
fucking me.  That ISN'T
how it works!"

"Not with most whores. But you are special.  Let's try this again.  Do you
know anywhere else
you can get the herb you love so much?"

She shook her head.

"And certainly, you know by now that you cannot get it from either of us
without fucking us?"

She shook her head again.

"Well, it's pretty damned simple then, isn't it?  You can either say
goodbye to me tonight
forever or you can go find three hundred dollars somewhere."

Sue felt herself tense up.  She'd never been in a situation like this
before.  It was impossible to
justify spending money for sex, not when she had a steady stream of cocks
parading through her
life.  But money for the herb, that was another story.  She wasn't sure
she could do without it.

"How often?" she asked.

"When we want," the second man answered.

"You and I will remain on our usual schedule," Habib said.

"This will be expensive," she complained.

"Work harder. Perhaps I can find additional customers for you," the new
man said. "I sell these
devices to many men at my bookstore and some of them are not certain their
lovers will enjoy
them.  Perhaps I can charge them something to try the toys on you.  You
and I will split the
proceeds fifty-fifty."

"Wait a minute! How many kinds of those things are there?"

"Not for you to worry about," said Habib. "Simply yes or no."

"Oh my God, you can't mean this...!"

"I can and do.  You have ten seconds."  Habib looked at his watch.

She walked behind the bar and picked up the combination box she and Len
kept their money in. 
She twisted the dial and pulled out six $50 bills.

"Here."

The new man unsnapped the cockrings and handed them to Sue.  "Here, clean
these for me."


=====

She washed herself gently.  She was surprised to find there was no blood,
she was certain the
cockring had done something to her.  Her surprise turned to pride.  Then,
it turned to acceptance
of her current way of life.

She crawled back into bed and curled up against Len.  He rolled over and
caressed her.  She
kissed him on the cheek.  He opened his eyes and pulled her close.  He
pushed her legs apart
with his knee and slid in between them.

She felt her emotion rise up inside her, she was immediately hot for him. 
She did the things he
liked with her fingers on his back, pulled him close, let him take his
time and fuck her long into
the morning...


----

SLAVE TRADE - end of part 9

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Subject: (repost) --> E987 Slave Trade [WF/BMMMM, impreg] (10/13)
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Please repost to Dejanews as appropriate.  I've been getting email that
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SLAVE TRADE - part 10

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

----

Rick waited until the water in the sink was steaming hot.  Then, he dipped
his hands in and
soaped them up.  As he scrubbed, he listened to Jim in the other room with
Sue.  Rick had taken
her for the first hour, Jim had started only five minutes or so ago.  He
looked down at his hands,
they were nearly clean.  He wondered whether he was being overcautious,
but then, knowing
what kind of woman Sue was, he returned to his scrubbing.

As he toweled off his hands, he walked back into the front room.  Sue was
on her knees, hands
clasped behind her back, ass high in the air.  Jim was standing behind her
with his hands on his
hips, looking at her and smiling.  

"Let's see you bear down, see if you can open those cunt lips up for
me..."

Rick threw the towel back into the bathroom and walked to the cooler
they'd brought.  He
opened a beer and sat on the bed.

"Very good.  Pulse for me a little. You know, open, close, open, close."

Sue relaxed and the lips of her pussy closed slightly.  Then, she
tightened her muscles and the
lips parted again.  She felt a small trickle of cum ooze out of her and
try to make its way to her
leg.

Jim leaned down and pushed his thumb into her wet cunt.  He moved it back
and forth gently,
reached his index finger for her clitoris.  

"Her we go, baby.  A little bit for you too..."

She pressed against him, started rubbing herself on his finger and thumb. 
She wished there was
something larger inside of her and tried to imagine Oscar.

"You were beautiful at the gym today," Jim taunted.  "I know you saw us
watching you.  And
you knew what we were thinking, didn't you? Hmmm?  About how nice your
cunt was
underneath that outfit."

She didn't deny it, rubbed herself quicker.

"Do you want to know a secret?  We saw you getting wet.  I'll bet the
others thought it was
sweat.  But I was close enough to smell you.  You were lubing up, weren't
you?  Thinking about
the cock fest you were going to have tonight?"

She closed her eyes and pushed back against his hand, trying to get the
thumb deeper into
herself.

"Come on, turn around and come and get me, honey," Jim said, removing his
hand and setting
back on the floor.

------

"I don't understand this.  There's only $3,800 here.  We had $3,500 four
days ago.  I'm sure you
made more than that.  What the hell's going on?" 

Len was glaring at her across the table.  

"Keep your voice down," Oscar called from several tables away.  

Len dropped his gaze, folded the spiral notebook closed and pushed it away
from him.  "Well?"

Sue adjusted herself in the chair but didn't answer.  She knew this would
have to happen
sometime, there was no way Len would not miss the money.  But, she could
not deny herself the
attention of Habib's friend and his special herb.

"Look, if you spent it on something, it's no big deal.  I just want to
know.  It looks like there's
nearly a thousand dollars missing here..."

"OK, I did spend some, but not that much.  Listen, don't worry, I'll try
and work harder tonight
to make up for it."

"What did you spend that kind of money on?" he asked, but she had already
stood up and was
walking away.  He watched her.  She was wearing another of the outfits
Oscar insisted on.  It
was nearly nothing - a white satin camisole type dress with spaghetti
straps.  Her breasts --
swollen now in her 14th week -- stressed the fabric, but the rest of it
clung nicely.  He felt
himself getting hard just looking at her.  It was short and barely covered
her ass.  Underneath she
wore thigh-high stockings and no underwear. Six inches of naked flesh
showed between the top
of the stockings and the hem of the dress.  

She made a circuit of the bar, slowed in front of each of the men who had
not already chosen
other women.  Against one wall there was a group of four, they looked to
be about college age
and cleancut.  She moved toward them.  When she was only a few feet from
them, she stopped
and leaned against the wall.

"Mmmmm," one of them muttered.  All four turned their heads.  "So, I take
it that what I hear is
true?"

She smiled and nodded.  "It depends on what you hear.  But I think I know
what you're talking
about.  And *that's* true...."

"Do you want a drink?" one of the others asked.

"No.  A mouthful maybe, but not a drink."  She smiled and stared him
directly in the eye.  "Are
you interested?"

He stood up.  "Name's Roger and I'm very interested."  He turned to the
others.  "Don't wait up,
boys."

She pretended to be shocked.  "Are you going to send them all home?"

The others smiled.  "Well, actually we weren't planning on it."

"You just wait here and we'll be right back.  Unless you all want to come
up at once?"

They looked at each other.  She thought it was sweet - they seemed to be
embarassed.  "We'll
come up one at a time."

"Come on, Roger," she beckoned.

Upstairs, she asked him for two hundred dollars.  He said he didn't have
that kind of money but
could pay $75.  She said no.  He came up with $125 and told her to drive a
hard bargain with
Brad, who was loaded with cash tonight.

She set the money on the dresser and boldly grabbed his shirt.  She pulled
him close and forced
his mouth open with her tongue.  She kissed him long and hard, her right
hand reaching between
his legs to cup his crotch, checking his equipment.

"How do you like it?  Rough?  Slow?  In my mouth?  Up my ass?" she asked
between breaths,
kissing all the time.

"Oh shit!  I...I... let's just fuck, ok?"

She smiled, helped him unbutton his pants, and lay down on the bed.  "I
don't need to take this
off, isn't that convenient?" she asked, spreading her legs wide and
pullling the dress up over her
breasts.  He pulled his pants and shirt off and climbed between her legs. 
His cock was stiff and
entered her easily.  

"There we go, honey. Isn't that nice?  You like that?  That wet cunt for
you?" She was talking
him through it, he looked like the type who would cum quickly.  "Come on,
push deeper.  Would
you like a finger up your ass?  Or maybe one of yours up mine?"

He bucked and pumped, panting and puffing as she continued talking.

"I feel that cock head.  You've got a big one, feels so nice inside of me.
 Feel that warm, wet
pussy?  You dream about pussy like this?  You can have it anytime, you
know..."

He started moaning, then yelling out loud.

"Whoa!  A little quieter there, fella!" she whispered. He didn't stop,
raised his head high and
shot his cum into her with a scream of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're good!" he told her as he stood up and pulled his
pants back on.  "I'll be
back..."

She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled the skirt down. "Anytime."
 She walked back
downstairs and stood between two of the others.  She bent over and gave
one a kiss.  As she did,
her skirt rode up over her ass, which was in another's face.  He whistled
and she turned around. 
"It's all yours, you know.  You want to come upstairs with your friend?
One of you I front, one
of you in back?

They both smiled wide grins and pushed back their chairs.  "You're a hot
bitch, aren't you?"

"Just enthusiastic," she said as she took their hands and led them
upstairs.

When the door closed, she slid the dress off and stood naked with her
thigh highs.  "Who wants
my cunt and who wants my ass?" 

They both shook their heads.  "You're something..."

"Pussy's two hundred, ass is two fifty."  She turned around, leaned over
to her elbows were on
the end of the bed, and opened her legs wider.  "Who's going where?"

They opened their wallets and looked at each other.  "No can do.  Maybe
three hundred total?"

She stood up and walked to them.  "A girl's gotta make a living.  For
three hundred, one of you
just gets head."

The shorter man dug into his pocked and pulled out a crumpled hundred
dollar bill.  "My
emergency fund.  This qualifies."

He threw it on the pile and she led them to the bed.

"Side by side or sandwich?" she asked.

"Goddam, you're a raw one!"  

"You pick.  I'm ready for you either way." 

She lay on her side and raised her left leg high.  She felt them moving
around between her legs,
each looking for an opening.  When they slid their cocks into her, she let
out a moan,
encouraging them.

"You two fuck as a team all the time?" she asked as they pumped away at
her.  "You're damn
good at it.  Your timing is ... is... " she started breathing harder,
faking an orgasm that she knew
would push them over the edge.  "Oh, God don't stop... don't stop
fucking... ream me a new
asshole, come on ... come on..."

The two of them started unloading into her as she moaned and started
clawing at the sheets. 
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me, come on!!!!"

----

Sue dropped eleven hundred dollars on the table in front of Len.  

"There we go, I'm off to a good start."  She walked back to her chair but
didn't sit down.  She
could feel the cum dripping down her thigh and reached for a napkin to
wipe herself.  The four
who had just had here had ordered another pitcher.  She assumed they were
discussing what they
should do next.

Oscar walked across the room and sat down at their table.

"Len says there's money missing."

Sue didn't look at him, just answered "I spent a little."

"Habib's been here a few times overnight, I notice chairs and things moved
around..." Oscar
continued.

She began to feel a tightness in her stomach.  Was it possible Oscar knew?

"Habib tells me that his friend likes you too."

She looked at him, trying to read his face. How much did he know?

"I know Habib's friend. He's no one to fool with.  He's ruined some of my
best girls.  He pushes
a particular type of drug - a herb he says is harmless.  Three hundred
dollars a hit."

Len's face went white.  He opened the book and refigured his numbers. 
There was exactly nine
hundred dollars missing.

"Sue?" he said, looking directly at her.  

Oscar looked from Len to Sue and back.  "What do you know about this?" he
asked Len.

"Nothing."  Len lied.

"I don't believe you.  Tell me what you know."

Len hesitated, but realized Oscar would find out one way or another.  "I
think she might be
buying the drug.  She mentioned how much she enjoyed it when Habib fed it
to her."

Oscar shook his head.  "Stupid fool.  You know I have only to ask Habib
and he will reveal you
to me.  Did you think he would be more loyal to you than to me?"

Her head spun. It hadn't entered her mind.  Of course Habib would preserve
his friendship with
Oscar -- whores were a dime a dozen in their world, but pimps came at a
higher price.

"I'll stop.  I'll never do it again," she pleaded.

"I don't think that's your choice.  I know how Habib works.  And I know
what must be done,"
Oscar said in a voice that was only a thinly-veiled threat.

----

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SLAVE TRADE - part 11

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")


----

Sue lay awake in her bed as the neon flashed outside.  It had been two
days since Oscar and Len
had confronted her about Habib.  They'd called him and told him that his
privilege had been
revoked and she was no longer available to him.  Oscar said "I'm sure I
can trust you to pass that
information on to your partner."  She knew that she would not be tasting
that special herb again.

She rolled from her side to her back, stared at the light flashing against
the dirty ceiling.  Was
she hooked?  Was she going to go through withdrawl?  Or was it
non-addictive as Habib had
guaranteed?  She knew she missed it, she knew she was starting to get
restless.  But was it
physical or just psychological dependence?  How long could she go without
it before she knew
for certain.

Oscar had given her a stern talk about substance abuse.  She was carrying
his baby and he would
not allow her to eat anything that might affect its health.  Len had
complained about the money. 
He reminded her how desparate they were and that she could not afford
three hundred dollars
three times a week just to get her kicks.

They were right, of course.  She realized she had been getting carried
away.  But it was her only
vice and it was so powerful.

No one had visited her at all that first day.  And yesterday was another
day Oscar allowed them
to whore on their own.  She'd made $1,300 for a series of fucks with some
of her regulars and a
group of six businessmen who came from somewhere in Europe, based on their
having spoken
only French all night.

Len had told her he was having second thoughts about how much money they
needed to get free. 
He'd made a few more inquiries and was getting more and more certain he
would not find work
in his own profession.  He started a night class as a paralegal to see if
he might be able to pick
up work in that field.  At least there, no one knew him.  Word of his
perverted lifestyle had gone
around his own field and those doors were closed.

She turned and watched him sleeping.  They'd come a long way with this
game.  It had cost
them a lot but she still loved to see the light in his eyes as she came to
him at the end of the day,
used and abused, but hot as hell.  His cock would swell and he'd get a
gleam in his eye like a kid
in a candy store.  She didn't want to trade that for anything.

-----

Oscar knocked at the metal door.  They were in an alley, he'd had to push
aside a pile of waste
to clear a path to the door.  Len and Sue were still inside the car. Oscar
had told them to wait
there until the door was opened.

There was a yellow light in a wire cage overhead.  It turned on, throwing
a sick looking glow on
Oscar and the piles of trash around him.  The metal door creaked open.

"Sandra. I had some work I need you to do," Oscar said.  The light went
out and the door swung
open inwards.  Oscar motioned for Len and Sue to follow him into the
building.

The three of them followed a woman through two narrow hallways, finally
stepping into a room
about twelve feet square.  The smell of leather was overpowering.  There
were large, flat pieces
of leather hanging from a hook on the wall, straps of various widths
hanging here and there on
the others.  There was a work table with a dozen or so tools hanging from
a pegboard behind. 
Shoved underneath was a heavy-duty sewing machine.  There were also two
open boxes
containing a variety of buckles, snaps, and other pieces of oddly shaped
metal.

"So what do you need and how much is it worth to you?"

"You're very direct, aren't you?" Oscar challenged her.   

"I have to be.  I don't have time to waste.  What do you need?"

"All right fine. I don't have time to waste with chit chat either.  I want
you to fit a harness for her
and a mouthpiece.  She's..."

"Let me guess.  This is a disobedient whore who's been making money on the
side."

Oscar smiled.  "You know me too well.  I want her inaccessible, ass, cunt
and mouth.  Two keys
and two keys only.  You can make this one small, just a belt and straps. 
Her breasts are all right
as they are.  

"And I want you to fashion another of those mouthpieces you made for me
once before.  Habib
is the one I'm most concerned about and he tends to enjoy being sucked.  I
want you to make
another of those devices you made that sits inside and can't be seen."

The woman he'd called Sandra was already rummaging through one of the
boxes.  She took out
several pieces of metal and laid them out on the table.  Sue watched her
move, then recognized
her.  She was the woman who had been dressed in the leather outfit so many
weeks back, the
woman who had spit on her while she was singing at Oscar's club.  The
women who had
threatened to whip her.

Sue turned to Len with a look of fear in her eyes.  "He isn't going to
beat me?" she asked him in
a whisper.  Len reassured her that he had no such plan.

Sandra held several of the pieces of metal in her hand and stepped in
front of Sue.  She reached
up and pushed her mouth open without saying a word.  She stuck one of the
pieces of metal into
Sue's mouth, turned it sideways, pushed it forward and back.  Sue tasted
the oil on one of the
ends, felt it scaping against her tongue.  She tried to pull away, felt
Oscar's strong hands on her
shoulders.  

"Stand still.  It will be easier for all of us," was all he said.

Sandra stared directly into her eyes, her face expressionless. She pushed
her finger into Sue's
mouth, pushed her chin up.  Sue closed her lips around the finger.  Sandra
moved her finger back
and forth slowly.  Sue automatically tightened the grip her lips had.  She
assumed the woman
was a lesbian who wanted to toy with her.  She moved her tongue lightly
over the surface of the
woman's finger.  Sandra pulled her finger out, pushed it back in slowly. 
Sue closer her eyes and
started breathing deeply.  She sucked on Sandra's finger, then wrapped her
tongue around it
again. 

"Fucking whore is what she is!" Sandra shouted to Oscar, pulling her
finger away and slapping
Sue's face several times.  "And she thinks I'm one of her white dyke
friends!"

A tear came to Sue's eye as she realized how easily she'd been duped.  She
turned to Len, who
put his arms around her.  

"Hey, Oscar, cut the shit, OK?" he said.  Oscar waved to Sandra, who
walked back to the
wooden bench.

"So, whatcha want?  A strap at least, you want plugs, ass plugged up? 
Cunt plugged up?  You
want it to scrape when she walks?  Metal rings?"  She fingered some of the
leather straps on the
wall, removed one that was about an inch-and-a-half wide.  She walked
toward Sue, put the strap
between her thighs, then pulled up hard.  Sue felt the scratching of the
edges against the
sensitive skin of her inner thighs, just where the leg and body met. 
Sandra pulled upward, nearly
lifting Sue off her feet.

"I can fashion this so it holds her open. I can make it keep her little
asshole open half an inch, an
inch, two, three.  Or her cunt.  Or do you want me to make sure they don't
open up at all?  She
can be clamped.   What would you like?" Her face was inches from Sue's as
she asked Oscar.

"Don't be so dramatic," Oscar said.  Sandra released some of the tension
on the strap.  "I just
want her protected.  And no, I don't want any chafing.  Cover the edges,
make it feel nice for
her.  In fact, the nicer the better.  I assume that will keep her wetter. 
She isn't one for pain, she's
one for fucking."

"Too bad," Sandra said as she pulled the strap away.  "OK, missie.   Get
naked."  

Sue looked at Oscar, who nodded.  She dropped the few clothes she'd worn
and stood naked in
the middle of the room.  

Sandra stepped close. "Raise your left arm."  Sue did.  Sandra tied a thin
leather strap around the
wrist, secure the loose ends to an O bold in the ceiling.  She did the
same with her other wrist.

"Just because I want to," Sandra laughed.

She went back and forth from the bench to Sue, taking measurements,
probing between Sue's
legs with her fingers and a variety of instruments.  Sue wondered how much
of this was
necessary, she seemed to measure everything three, four times. And Oscar
and she kept 
exchanging glances.  

Sandra left the tools on the bench and stepped close to Sue again.  She
ran her fingers down her
neck, over her breasts, stopping to gently tug at the nipples.  She felt
them stiffen and let her
body relax in anticipation.  She didn't know what was going to happen, but
it was always safer to
go along.  

Sandra scracthed her fingernails lightly over Sue's belly, then went
behind her and started lightly
stroking her ass.  She felt her knees move apart automatically,
anticipating touch.  Sandra didn't
stop. She pushed her thumb into Sue's damp cunt.  Sue moaned.  

"I know you don't enjoy this, Sandra," Oscar said.  "If you want, you can
let one of the others do
it."  Sue stiffened, eyes flashed onto Oscar.  Oscar looked toward one of
the walls, the one with a
full length mirror.  The mirror moved toward her, it was attached to a
door.  As the door swung
open, Sue saw that it was a one-way mirror and that the door opened into
another room.  Inside
were four women, all dressed in tight leather outfits with buckles all
over them.  

Sue realized that they'd been watching the entire time.  She didn't know
how to react. This
wasn't something Oscar had ever hinted at, nor had Len.  What did she
expect them to do?

One of the women knelt down in front of Sue and began to lick her cunt. 
Sue responded
immediately, pushing her hips forward and pressing into the woman's mouth.
 The tongue didn't
slow down, but worked her clitoris up and down in quick, short strokes. 
Sue felt something at
the opening of her cunt, realized one of the other women was behind her. 
She showed her left
hand, wearing a leather glove smeared with lubricant.  Her right hand must
be between Sue's
legs, she felt fingers sliding inside of her. 

Then, the left hand vanished and she felt something at her asshole.  Soon,
there were fingers
inside both of her openings.  She couldn't tell how many or how deep, she
was only focused on
the overall feeling.  It was sweeping over her and she was getting closer
quickly.  She started
screaming, panting, and crying out for more.  She felt something huge push
through one of her
openings, she thought it was her cunt but couldn't tell.  Then, something
large slid through her
spinchter and she knew that the woman's small, thin hands had probably
slid all the way inside
of her.  But, the tongue was working so fast at her clit, she couldn't
think of anything else.  She
went over the edge to orgasm quickly, screaming, thrashing around, pulling
on the straps with all
her might, crying out for more.

The women brought her back down slowly, gently, lovingly.  One hand was
removed from her
body and only a few fingers reinserted.  Then the other was removed.  The
licking slowed,
became more gently.  She closed her eyes and swam on the waves of the
feelings.

Then, they stopped completely and withdrew.  She watched as they silently
left the room.

"There, finished!" Sandra announced.  She showed Oscar the chastity belt
she had fashioned. 
Oscar nodded his approval.  "Put it on her."

Sandra nodded and went to Sue.  She pulled the strap up taut between her
legs.  Sue felt
something small slide into her asshole. It was only about two inches long
and half an inch
around, like a small piece of a pencil.  Another one entered her cunt. 
Then the strap was pulled
tight and a wider belt wrapped around her waist.  When the buckles were
done, Sandra handed
one key to Oscar and another to Len.  

"Not quite," Oscar said.  He reached for Len's key.  "Not that I don't
trust you, but temptation is
strong and I know that you're only human.  I just want to make certain we
don't violate any
agreements."

Len handed the key over.  "And when I want to fuck her?"

Oscar nodded. "No problem.  Just send her to me and I'll open her up."

Len nodded.

"Now, for the coupe de grace!"  Sandra held something in her hand that
looked like a castanet. 
She pushed Sue's mouth open, pushed the device between her lips and spend
a few minutes
adjusting it inside her mouth.  Sue felt tension against her back teeth,
then against the roof of her
mouth.  Sandra worked on the device a few more minutes.  Sue couldn't
swallow while she did
it.  She felt her mouth getting dry, saliva pooling at the back of her
throat.

"Go ahead, swallow," Sandra said when she'd removed her fingers.  Sue did.
 She felt the
strange contraption inside her mouth.  It seemed to be attached to her
molars, some kind of
springing device that allowed her to open and close her mouth, but kept
her tongue pressed
behind it.

"OK, now see if you can say something," Oscar said.

"What do you been?" she asked, unable to get out the "m".  She felt the
pressure against her
tongue.  

Oscar and Sandra smiled.  "Is that something you can adjust?" Oscar asked
her.

Sandra pushed Sue's mouth open and moved some of the pieces of metal
around.  "Say
something."

"OK, I'll thay thumpting," she said, unable again to articulate clearly.

"What the hell is that?" Len asked.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt, does it Sue?" Oscar asked, turning to her.  She
shook her head.  "All it does
is set up a barrier to make certain she doesn't have a cock in her mouth
without us knowing
about it."

She tried to reach her mouth to test this out, but her wrists were still
secured overhead.  

Len stepped forward and put his finger into her mouth.  Oscar was right,
he could go no further
than just behind her teeth.  There was some kind of spring-loaded piece of
metal that put up a
barrier whenever she opened her mouth.

"Amazing," he said.  "And it doesn't hurt?"

"Well, it duddn't feel good!" she said.  After a pause she said, "but no,
it duddn't hurt."

"She'll have to learn how to speak with it in, others have," Sandra said
to Oscar.  

"True enough," Oscar agreed.

"And what prevents her from taking it out?" asked Len.

"Actually, there's several possibilities there.  First, we can simply make
certain her hands are
restraines somehow so they can go no further up than about her shoulders. 
I've had to do that to
others," Sandra said, obviously enjoying the chance to explain her craft. 
"Or, I can modify the
molar clamps so they lock.  Then, only one of you could remove it."

"I don't much care for either option," said Len.

"No, men usually don't," Sandra snapped.  "The most popular method is
simply to trust her.  Not
completely, of course.  There is a small bottle of dye attached to one of
the lower molar clamps. 
Like the dye the use to prevent clothes from being stolen.  If it's
removed without this..." she
produced an odd looking tool, "the dye pack explodes.  You'll know if she
removed it."

Oscar held out his hand and took the tool.  He put it in his pocket with
the others.

"Sandra, it's so nice I can always count on you.  Now, Len will pay you."

Len glared at him. "Hey, that isn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair. You obviously can't control your woman, this is
obviously your problem," Oscar
said very calmly.

"I didn't bring any money," Len complained.

Oscar reached behind him onto one of Sandra's shelves.  He produced Len's
cash box, the one
he always left behind the bar at Oscar's place.  

"Here we go."

Len opened the box and took out a handful of bills.

"Four hundred dollars," Sandra announced.  Len counted out the amount in
fifty dollar bills.

"Don't get dressed," Oscar told her.  "Just go out to the car like that. 
I have somewhere I need
to drop you off tonight.  Len, you take her clothes home with you."

Len picked up the clothes as Sandra untied his wife.  Oscar led both of
them back to the car and
they drove away as the yellow light glowed above Sandra's back door.

-----

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SLAVE TRADE - part 12

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

----

The men drove her home shortly after midnight.  They left the chastity
belt off during the drive,
continued to fingerfuck and play with her all the way back to Oscar's. 
When the car pulled up in
front of the bar, one of the men got out to see who was inside.  There
were about a half-dozen
customers and Oscar was nowhere to be found.  He asked the bartender if
Oscar was in, told him
they were returning Sue.  The bartender said no but pointed the man toward
Len.

"We have Oscar's whore in the car.  She's still naked and hasn't got that
leather thing on her. 
What do you want us to do?"

Len stood up and followed the man out of the bar.  He looked into the back
seat of the car.  Sue
was there with her head buried in one man's lap giving him a blow job.  He
smiled and opened
the front door.  "Drive around the block a few times, let's let them
finish."

The driver drove slowly around the corner, and down the cross-street.  Len
listened to the sounds
her mouth was making on the man's cock, intermittently he'd let out a
moan.

"Here it comes baby, drink it all down, bitch, drink it all down..." Len
turned his head and saw
the man arching in his seat, delivering his load into his wife's mouth. 
"Ahhh... fuckin' ay yes..."

She sat up and wiped her lips with her fingertips.  Len told the driver to
pull around the back of
the building.  When the car was stopped just outside the back door, Len
got out and then told
Sue to get out.  He took the belt, the keys, and the mouthpiece from one
of the passengers and
waved goodbye to them.  

He didn't take her inside, but made her stand naked there outside in the
alley.  "Here we go,
dear.  Lift up your left foot."  She steadied herself on his shoulder and
raised her foot.  He guided
her through the opening, then guided her right foot.  He pulled the device
up between her legs,
carefully guided in the two small plugs, then wrapped the wider belt
around her waist.  He
brought the straps together and slid the padlock into place.  Then, he
squeezed the mouthpiece
and slipped it between her teeth.  She accepted it without any hesitation.

"Now, let's get you upstairs.  Oscar said that's it for the night, and I'm
tired."

She walked naked through the back hallway, along the back wall of the bar,
and up the stairs.
Many of the heads turned and followed her.  This was unusual even for a
whore-house and
especially unusual with such a good-looking woman.

Len didn't acknowledge any of them, just led her up the stairs and to
their room.  Oscar hadn't
given him either the key or the tools, which was fine because he was
tired.  He helped her into
bed and then slid into it himself.  He was asleep in minutes.

Sue tossed and turned.  Oscar's four friends had given her a workout but
she was not satisfied.
She felt somehting lacking and knew what it was.  The herb.  The drug.  It
had been five days
and she was getting to crave it. It wasn't physical, she was sure.  She
wasn't addicted.  But she
wanted it and wanted it badly.

Steady breathing on the other side of the bed indicated that Len was
asleep.  She was glad for
that. Most nights, he fell asleep quickly and slept sound.  She slid her
legs off the side of the bed
and got up.  She pulled on a knee-length clingy cotton nightshirt.  There
was a telephone at the
end of the hall.  She slid two quarters into it and dialed Habib's number.

"I need to see you," she said in a desparate voice.

"Have you spoken with Oscar about this?" Habib answered.

"Fuck Oscar.  You know what I want.  And I want it now.  Come down her and
bring your
friend.  Four-thirty as always."  She had no idea how she would deal with
them when they
arrived, but she knew she'd think of something.

She went downstairs, knew she couldn't sleep. There were only a handful of
men still there and
they were all slouched over their drinks.  None even looked her way.  The
bartender recognized
her and smiled.  She walked over and sat down at the bar.

"Just can't thleep," she said.  She as still having trouble adjusting to
talking around the
mouthpiece.

"Sure.  You want coffee or something to drink?" he asked with a smile.

"Just soda."

He reached under the bar and picked out a clean glass.  "I hear Oscar's
having a little trouble."

She shook her head.  He couldn't know about her and Habib.  "I don't know
what you mean."

"With the purchase.  There might be some trouble, you know."  He put the
glass on a napkin in
front of her.  Sue stared at him.  He was talking about something else and
she wondered what. 

"What do you mean?  What kind of trouble?"

He realized he'd slipped and tried to formulate a story around the
purchase of another bar.  She
seemed to buy his story because she didn't ask anything else.  He polished
the bartop a bit,
walked down to the far end and talked with a couple of men sitting there. 
She sipped her drink,
watched the clock creeping toward 1 a.m.  Three and a half more hours. She
had to figure
something out to kill the time.

All of the other women had gone to bed.  The small crowd seemed more
interested in their
drinks than them and they'd given up the chase.  She looked around.  Two
of them were
regulars, in their 60's and never interested.  Another was a tall,
strong-looking man in a business
suit.  He had a stack of papers on the table in front of him, spread out
in disarray.  She imagined
that he'd either been fired or had a major presentation he was dreading.

The two others were black men sitting at the end of the bar.  Both were
dressed in jeans and ts-shirts and both wore caps of yellow, green and
black fabric.  She'd seen them on many of the
younger men and always wanted to ask what it meant.  But she never did. 
Something always
stopped her.

It was 1:10 now.  Time was creeping by painfully slow.  She looked at the
man with the papers
again.  Maybe she could entice him into something.  If she could get him
interested, she might
be able to get him to work his fingers into her cunt and play with her. 
That would get her off
and she'd feel less stressed out and distracted.  She was certain she
could use her lips and hands
and get him off, she'd just have to explain to him that he couldn't fuck
her.  

The idea became more appealing to her as time crept on.  She could get the
head of his cock into
her mouth by puckering her lips and forcing them forward.  Maybe she could
take his cock along
the side of her teeth instead of straight in.  Let him fuck the inside of
one of her cheeks.  With
her fingers playing with the shaft or his balls, maybe he'd get enough of
the feeling to cum. 
Then, he'd help her get off.  It was worth a try.  And, if it worked, she
could offer the same to
Habib in payment.

She took another drink from the cold glass then stood up.  

"Excuse me, miss."  

The voice startled her.  She spun around and saw that one of the men had
come down from the
end of the bar.

"Yes?" she asked, noticing it was getting easier to speak.

"You've been here for quite a while now.  How long have you been living
this kind of life?"

She looked at him, then turned to look at the man at the table.  He was
still fumbling with a pen,
jotting notes, then shaking his head and crumpling pieces of paper.

"What kind of life?" she asked.

"Making money this way.  With your precious body."

The man at the table started picking up the pieces of paper he'd balled up
and putting them in a
stack.

"What the hell?" she asked him.  The man picked up half of the stack of
papers and straightened
the edges.

"Your body.  Living like this," the man repeated.

"I'm sorry, I just can't talk to you right now," she said and walked away.
 She pulled out the
chair opposite the table from the man.  He stopped with a handful of
papers in his hands.

"Hi.  I couldn't help noticing you look a little down."

He shook his head, threw the papers into his briefcase.  "Life's shit. 
And, no, I'm not interested. 
I need my money for shit like food and clothes, you know?"

She smiled.  "You're a no-bullshit guy aren't you.  Listen, why don't we
play  Let's Make a
Deal'?"  He gathered up the rest of his papers and put them with the
others.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'll bet I can get you off without taking off my clothes.  If I win, you
lick me until I cum."

"And if you can't?"

"That isn't really an option.  You know I can, don't you?"  she teased.

He smiled.  "I guess I know you can.  Where do we go to do this? I'm not
spending a dime,
dear."

"No need.  Come on," she invited.  He closed the top of his case, clicked
the locks, and stood up. 
She led him up the stairs to one of the vacant rooms.  When he was inside,
she turned around
and locked the door.

"Why the lock, what the hell is this?" he said, slightly panicked.

"Relax.  I just want to make sure we have some privacy."  She walked
toward him, reached for
his shirt and started unbuttoning it.  He unzipped his pants and stepped
out of them while she
pulled the shirt off of his shoulders.  "There we go.  Are you a little
more comfortable?"

He nodded.  She led him to the bed. He laid down and put his hands behind
his head.  She
caressed his balls in her left hand, leaned down and started rubbing the
head of his cock against
her cheek.  His hand roamed along her calf, up her leg to the thigh, then
up to her ass.  She
parted her lips and took just the tip of his cock between them.  She
nibbled lightly on it.  

His hands encountered the leather strap between her cheeks.  His fingeres
traced it all the way up
to the belt at her waist.  "What's this?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Chastity belt.  That's what makes me so creative," she bluffed, hoping he
would let her
continue.  

"I guess you have to be, then, don't you?" he whispered.  She slid the
head of his cock along her
front teeth, then let it push between her teeth and her left cheek.  It
was very awkward but he
didn't flinch.  She tried to drool saliva onto her left hand, wanted to
lubricate it so he'd get the
full feeling, as if he were inside of her.  She didn't produce much, but
cupped her hand around
his shaft anyway.  She felt his precum helping get her hand wet.

"That's nice, sweet.  What are you doing?" he asked, not caring about the
answer.  His hand was
gliding up and down along the edge of the leather.  She felt it and it was
making her hot.  

"Can you work a finger inside there?" she asked.  He pushed the strap
aside as far as he could,
felt the stiff plug that was already in her.  "Oh, this is kinky, isn't
it?" he asked.

She continued to hold the pressure of her hand steady, letting the head of
his cock glide in and
out between her lips, her hand trying to simulate the inside walls of her
cunt.  She reached down
with her other hand and caressed his balls.  She pressed them as flat as
she could against her
palm, letting the heat of her hand warm him.

She heard him moan, it was working.  They hadn't taken everything away
after all.  She felt his
fingers find a spot and slide inside of her.  She worked her hips around
so she was rubbing the
leather against her clit.  Both of them were building up fast.  

"Oh fuck yes!" she heard him whispsering.  It was getting quicker and
quicker, she knew he
wouldn't last long.  She panicked for a second as she realized that the
mouthpiece would be
soaked with cum.  Would Len check it in the morning?  Or worse - Oscar?

Then, she was cumming, feeling the pressure of the belt against her waist,
ass, and cuntlips.  He
started to cum too, in short spurts onto her teeth.  She lost control for
a second and some of it
shot into her eye, some inside her let nostril.  Then, she put her mouth
over the head again and
sucked the rest of his orgam.

"Oh that was just too fucking great," he said as she slowed down and
rubbed the head of his
cock against her cheek again.  "Just great."  He pulled his fingers away
from her and licked
them.  He spit.  "What the hell's that!"

She smiled.  He couldn't have known about the men earlier.  She didn't say
anything and he
didn't ask.  Feeling that he'd embarassed her, he didn't pursue the
subject.

-----

She walked circles around the bar, channel surfed the television for an
hour, then walked some
more circles.  Time was creeping but it was moving.  It was four-twenty. 
Ten more minutes and
she'd have the herb.  She straightened the chairs again, wiped down the
bar again.

At four-thirty,  Habib and his friend stepped through the front door.  She
walked to them slowly,
trying to look calm.  Habib smiled and held out his hand.  "I've delivered
for you," he said. "But
first, what do you have for me?"

Before she could object, he reached for her and pulled the nightshirt up
over her breasts.  

"Oh, this is no good.  How in the world are we going to be able to do
anything with you like
that?"  

"You don't understand.  OK, here's the deal.  I can do other things for
you.  Wonderful things.  I
have my hands, my lips, I can put you between my titties, look, look
here," she bargained,
reaching up and pressing her breasts together.  "Right there, between
them.  And you'll cum into
my mouth..."

"You know what we like, don't you?" the insisted.  "And you can't offer
it, can you?"

She tugged at the belt, pulled at the strap.  "No, look, we can work
something out!  Here, I can
hold this off the side, like this. Look, you can get into me like that!" 
She pulled but the plugs
wouldn't slide out, there was not that much play in the strap.

Habib stepped closer.  "I can't get into you like that.  And my partner
here certainly can't. 
Especially not with the new device he's brought."

"We can come up with something, oh please Habib, it's been so long."  She
dropped to her
knees in front of him, her hand reaching for his zipper.  As she fumbled
with it, she said "or
maybe money?  Maybe a little more money?  It's been a good week..."

He pushed her hands away and stepped back.  "Don't convince me, convince
him."  He indicated
his friend, who was standing with a small paper bag in his hand.

She went to him, started kissing him . She whispered, "you can fuck my ass
some other time. 
Tonight, why don't you let me show you what else I can do?  I can be very
inventive.  I can take
you places you've never gone..."  She raised her knee, rubbed it against
his leg.

"Where the fuck's your tongue?" he yelled.  She stepped back.  "I can't do
that either.  But, I can
do other things, you'll see.."

"Fuck you! No pussy, no asshole, no tongue, what the hell kinda freak show
is this?"

She tugged fiercely at the lock, at the leather strap, trying to either
pull it aside or break
something.   It was no good.  Sandra knew her craft and had left no
possibilities for error.  She
pushed at the mouthpiece with her tongue but stopped, remembering the dye.

Sue fell to her knees in front of the shorter man.  "Okay, look.  I cup my
hands like this, you
slide your cock between them, and right into my mouth.  I can stretch my
lips with my fingeres,
you'll have a nice little hole to slide into..."

The lights in the room came on.  Len appeared at the top of the stairs and
she saw that Oscar was
sitting in one of the booths.  They had both watched the entire exchange. 
She panicked, knew
she was trapped.  She shot a look at Habib.

"You phoned him, didn't you?"

He didn't answer.  She leaped up and tried to grab him.  He caught her
wrists and stepped aside
just as she tried to kick him.  He forced her into a chair.  "Don't play
games with me, you
whore."

She looked around the room.  Everyone was watching.  She relaxed and he
let go of her.

Oscar rose and walked toward her.  "So, Sue.  You have chosen to try and
defy my instructions? 
Even after I have gone through all the trouble of fitting you with this
belt?" He stopped when he
was beside her, reached down and stroked her hair.  "This is how you repay
my trying to keep
you from abusing your body?"

She closed her eyes, felt his hands on her head. 

"You are very ungrateful.  But, I have inquired with Habib as to the
nature of this drug.  It turns
out that it is NOT addictive.  And it is not dangerous.  I was going to
tell you that tomorrow.  I
was going to allow you to use it occasionally.   However, you violated my
orders and tried to
obtain it yourself.  This is a very serious offense."

Her head was swimming.  The drug was not addictive.  It was her own desire
for something new
that had caused the craving . She had addicted herself. Oscar was going to
let her use it. And
now, all that was lost.  She started to cry.

"There is a price to pay for everything, dear," Oscar reassured her.  "And
you have just learned
part of the price of disobedience.  You will learn the rest of the price
upstairs."

Oscar reached out his hand and she took it.  She stood up and followd him
up the stairs.  He led
her to a room she hadn't been in before.  All four walls were black and it
was dark except for a
dim red bulb in a table near the corner.  She couldn't tell what kind of
material the walls were
because of the darkness.  In the center of the room was a large bed.  It
took up most of the space,
leaving only a foot or so on either side. 

Habib stepped forward.  "This will be your new home.  It is something we
have in my country
for disobedient wives.  Oscar has had to use it only once before, but it
seems like an appropriate
place for you."

She looked at Len with panic in her eyes.  Len turned to Oscar.  "What are
you planning to do?"

Oscar leaner forward slightly toward Len.  "She will be monitored at all
times from now on. 
Every waking moment.  We cannot trust her.  She has tried to do something
both of us forbid,
isn't that true?"  After a few seconds, Len nodded his head.  "Therefore,
from now on, she will
be in one of four places.  With you, awake.  With me, awake.  Being used
by someone we both
know and trust, or in here."

Habib walked her to the bed.  He pulled the nightshirt over her head,
threw it into the hallway
outside.  Then, he attached an iron shackle around each of her ankles. 
There was a cold,
metallic click as he locked each of them into place with a key.  

"There you go.  Nothing barbaric.  You have your hands free, and there is
plenty of chain.  You
can sleep in any position. You simply cannot leave the room.  And, with
the harness in place,
you cannot service anyone even if they were to know about this room, enter
it, and find you."

He handed the key to Oscar.  "And there is more.  In order to be just that
much more certain..."
he reached into her mouth with the special tool and remoed the spring
device.  "...we have a
little something else from Sandra."

From somewhere underneath the bed, he removed a hood.  He pulled it over
her head.  It
strapped underneath her chin, and covered her mouth and nose.  Her eyes
and forehead were
exposed.  Two straps went over the top of her head and connected behind.

"This will prevent you from doing anything creative like you tried
earlier.  We saw it all.  You
were very good, very inventive.  But, you know that it is forbidden."

Oscar sat down on the bed beside her.  "You see, your hands remain free.
You may play with
yourself if you like.  You may roll over on your back or stomach or sleep
on your side, whatever
is most comfortable."  As he talked, he ran his hands over her body
slowly. He knew where to
touch her to get her worked up and he was doing his best.  She felt the
heat rising.

Habib knelt on the bed as well.  He leaned forward and sucked on one of
her nipples.  She
panted underneath the mask, her breath hot and moist against her own face.
 Len slid his hand
between her legs, pressing against the leather with his thumb, just above
her clitoris.  She felt the
pleasure sweeping her away again.  Habib pushed one of the tablets into
her mouth.  

"Oh yes, yes, thank you thank you!" she cried.  The herb took effect
immediately.  She felt
herself a river flowing somewhere, boiling and churning, racing, felt
pulsations all over her
body, feelings rising and falling.  Len reached down and unlocked the
belt.  He pulled the straps
off of her and threw it on the floor.  He climbed between her legs and
started fucking her.  She
tried to raise her knees but couldn't because of the chains.  He listened
with excitement to the
clatter of the chains as she struggled to open herself wider. 

The four of them fucked her until just after seven o'clock.  Then, they
replaced the belt, left the
room and locked the door.  From outside, Oscar turned off the red light
and she fell asleep in
complete blackness.

-----

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SLAVE TRADE - part 13

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a
work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is 
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

(Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled
"Black Man's Cum Dump.")

----

In the blackness of the small room, Sue lay with her eyes open.  She
stared off into space, unable
to tell whether the ceiling was one or one hundred feet above her head. 
She felt Len sleeping
beside her.  He'd slept with her each of the three nights since Oscar had
consigned her to the
room.  She turned her head from side to side.  The leather mask Oscar made
her wear was still
uncomfortable, she didn't think she'd ever adjust.

"Hey!" she heard a voice call from outside the door.

There was some scuffling and she heard several pairs of feet running down
the hallway.  Then,
someone must have fallen against a wall because there was a loud THUD. 
Someone started
laughing, and there were more sounds of bodies pressed against the wall.

Someone knocked loud on the door of her room.

"Little pussy-ho!  We know you're in there!"  There was more laughter and
the sound of keys
rattling.

"Little cum dump!  Little little pussy..."  Another voice called out,
laughing.  She knew there was
a group of drunk friends of Oscars outside, they knew about her and were
trying to get into the
room.  Had he given them they key?

"I hear she let you fuck her, then when you ready to go, you can whip yo
cock into her mouth and
she'll drink it all..."

"Like a soda straw!"

They all started laughing and she heard someone fall onto the floor.

"What's that?" Len whispered, waking slowly.

"More friends," she said through the mask.  

Len slid to the foot of the bed, felt around for the door latch. Then, he
slid back beside her. 
"Fuck it. If they can't get the key into the keyhole, they can stay
outside until they pass out!"

He pulled her close, ran his hands over her backside.  "What are you
thinking?" he whispered.

"Nothing," she said.

"You're lying.  You're dreaming about all those big, stiff, black cocks
out in the hallway, aren't
you?"  He moved closer, caressed her ass as he whispered in her ear.

"You're wondering how many of them here are.  You're wondering if they're
going to make you
cum..."  He slid his hand along her thighs, pressed them wide open.  She
pulled her feet up closer
to her hips, spreading her knees.  He unbuckled the mask and pulled it off
of her head.

"You'd love to line them, up, wouldn't you?  From the biggest to the
smallest... would you start
with the biggest, fattest cock or the littlest one?"

She closed her eyes, reached for his cock.  "I want the big one first. 
The biggest one, to rip me
open..."

He leaned forward, licked her nipples.  His hand was between her legs,
fingers spreading her cunt
lips and sliding up inside of her.  She was soaking wet already.

"And wouldn't you love one of their cocks in your mouth?"  He asked,
raising his arm.  He balled
his fist and let her lick his wrist, forearm, knuckles.  "Don't you wish
it was this big?"

She opened her mouth wide, tried to take his entire fist between her lips.
 

They heard a click and the door swung open.  There were seven men standing
in the corridor in
various stages of undress.  Two were holding brown bags with bottles in
them.  

"Whew!  Looka that bitch!"

"Yeah! Yeah!  She sure looks like somethin I'd like to load up with
jism..."

"She takes it too.  Just a dump for cum - a kinda jar for us to fill up!"

"To the brim, Jim!"

Len reached down and pressed her thighs flat to the bed.  "Who's first?"
he asked them.

One of the men whose pants were already unzipped lunged and fell between
her legs.  His cock
was stiff and he rammed it into her without pausing.  Len leaned her face
towards him and kissed
her as the other man pumped and grunted.  He wasn't interested in anything
but getting off and
Len tried to keep Sue worked up.

She reached around and grabbed the man's ass, pulling him close and hard
inside of her. The
others stepped into the room and pulled the door closed behind them.  One
flicked on the dim red
bulb.  The others climbed onto the bed - the room was too small to stand
in.

Someone leaned over her face, shoved his cock into her mouth.  Eagerly,
she sucked it, feeling
with pleasure how wide she had to open her mouth.  It didn't take long for
him to start unloading
into her.  She swallowed, feeling the thick mucus-like liquid along her
tongue, the top of her
mouth, down her throat.

"Hey!"

Everyone looked up.  There was a tall figure standing in the doorway.  He
had piercing eyes and a
serious look on his face.  He wore a white shirt and black pants and made
a dramatic figure.

"Yo, El!  What'z up?" one of the men asked.

"All drunk.  All drunk and whoring.  Get out of here," he said.  They
sheepishly bowed their
heads and left the room, all avoiding eye contact with the man they'd
called "El."

When everyone was gone, he threw the door open.  The light from the
hallway beamed in and lit
up the bed.

"So.  You're the white woman who's been breeding with Oscar?"

She pulled her knees up in front of her, covering her cunt and breasts
with her arms.  "What do
you know about that?"

"I know that there is a man who is very unhappy about it.  I know that
Oscar won't be seen
around here for a long, long time.  He may never be back.  I know that you
are pregnant with
another of his half-breed children.  I know that you are in trouble."

As he spoke, he sat down on the end of the bed.  Len thought he recognized
him, had seen him in
the bar from time to time in the past.

"You are her husband?"

"Yeah."

The man reached down and rested his hand on Sue's leg.  "Something is
wrong with you then.  I
am a Muslim, we do not treat our women like this." He looked up at Len. 
"What is wrong with
you?"

Len shook his head.  "Nothing is wrong with me, asshole!  We are just
playing!"

El moved his hand to her ankle, produced a key from somewhere and unlocked
her chains.

"Oscar is not going to be able to sell this baby. And you cannot raise it,
you cannot even pay your
own rent.  What will you do?"

Len's face tensed up.  He was angry - who was this person to tell them
what to do?  Sue leaned
forward.  "Are you going to fuck me now?"

He reached for her face, pressed his hand against her left cheek.

"No.  I am here to ask you if you want to be released.  To go back to
living a normal life."

She looked at him.  There was something in his eyes that she didn't
recognize.  A tenderness of
some sort.

"I will pay your bills for one year if you choose to leave this life, but
you must swear you are
finished with ruining these men."

"I don't understand."

"I want you to swear you will never make yourself available to another of
my brothers.  If you
choose to be unfaithful, be unfaithful with men of your own race."

Tears welled in Sue's eyes.  His words were having an effect she didn't
understand.

"I want you to stop this completely. I want you and your husband to swear
devotion to each
other."

She leaned forward, pressed her head against his chest and started crying.
 Len slumped forward,
put his head in his hands, and began to weep.

El escorted them out of the room and into an office.  He pointed out new
clothes for them as well
as a suitcase with several thousands of dollars in it.

"You are free but you must leave immediately.  I do not have a very large
window during which I
can make these kinds of decisions.  You must choose and you must choose
once and for all. 
What will it be?"

Sue reached for the slacks and sweater and started to dress herself.  Len
pulled off his ragged
jeans and shirt and put on the clothes hanging there behind the door.  

Len shook El's hand and reached for the suitcase.  

"There will be another three thousand dollars mailed to you each month for
the next year.  After
that, you are on your own.  Do what you will, but we insist you never
consort with another of my
race again.  That is not a request.  Your very lives depend on it."



Len and Sue left the bar by the back door.  There was a five-year old car
waiting for them.  

It was old, but it was clean.  It ended up lasting them eight more years
before it had to be retired
due to a bad engine.

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SLAVE TRADE - end of the story

