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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

 

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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

 

Slave Girl Club

By

Norm DePloom

 

 inherited a ton of money; I mean literally a ton of it, and I don't mean a ton of one-dollar bills, I mean a ton of ten thousand-dollar bills.  I had my new house (estate) in the country surrounded by a high stone fence giving me complete privacy.  I had all the erotic art I ever wanted, and I had all the women I wanted.  The only thing I didn't have, the one thing I have always wanted more than any other, a slave

 

Oh, I had enough money; I could have paid any number of women to play at being my slave.  I suppose I could have found some that were willing to play at being my slave without being paid, but I did not want a pretend slave.  I wanted a real slave, a slave bought and paid for.  Mine to do with as I pleased.  I wanted her young also. 

 

Actually I wanted several slaves, I decided to invite a view of my best friends to form a 'Slave Girls Club' with my new estate as the 'club house'.  That way I'd have the slave girls at my beck and call even when the other members weren't around.

 

My plan began to form as I watched a TV news 'magazine' segment about young Asian women being forced to work as hookers to pay off there immigration expenses in a large city not too far from where I lived.  It seemed to me that a man who was importing young women from Asia to work as hookers would be willing to sell me one, if the price was right. 

 

It was a four-hour drive from my house to the city.  I knew I could not just walk up to an Asian man and ask him to sell me a young girl.  As I drove and tuned up my plans for acquiring a slave girl, my cock stayed hard with images of what I could do with a slave of my own. 

 

I went to the part of the city where women rented their bodies on the street corners and watched for a nice looking Asian woman.  I saw one who really gave my cock throb and pulled over to the curb.  I figured if it was a police sting 'what the hell' I didn't have job, or a wife to worry about.

 

"How much for a blowjob" I asked straight off when she approached my window. 

 

"Twenty." She answered without hesitation, knowing that if I had been a cop I'd have tried to get her to name a price first.  I signaled for her to get into the car.  "You want to do it in the car? Or get a room?" she asked, her hand already reaching for the bulge in my pants. 

 

"Just get it done." I said pulling her head down toward my lap.  With practiced, expert efficiency she had my cock out of my trousers and into her mouth in seconds.  I leaned back and enjoyed the feel of her mouth on my hard aching cock.  Having been hard, and on the edge all the way over I exploded in her mouth almost immediately.  She sat up and looked at me expectantly.  I handed her a twenty-dollar bill. Then got out two more.

 

"I'll give you forty more if you get me hard and make me cum again."  She dove for my crotch like a Great White shark going for a scuba diver.  I pulled her tight spandex top down exposing her tits, and played with her nipples while she did a Hoover on my cock.  She had to work a little harder for the forty.  It took her almost twenty minutes to get me off again.  Still not bad, two dollars a minute just for bobbing her head up and down. 

 

I drove over and found the same hooker six times during the next two weeks each time I ended up paying her sixty dollars for two blowjobs.  By this time I was a 'regular', and she would beat off the other whores if they approached my car.

 

After my second cum on my seventh visit with this whore, just when she was getting ready to open the car door, I held up a hundred dollar bill.  She stopped dead in her tracks, wondering what she was going to have to do to get her sticky fingers on that bill. 

 

"I want a young girl." I said pulling the bill back out of her reach. 

 

"What's the matter?" she asked, pushing her tits out towards me, "I'm not young enough?" 

 

"I want a really young girl." I emphasized the 'really'. "Say about fourteen."  She looked at me like I was a pervert.  "You set up a meeting with your old man, and if he can supply me with a young girl I'll give you two hundred dollars as a bonus."  Her look changed to one of unconcealed greed.  I bet she would have brought me her own daughter at that point, if she had one.

 

"You wait here." She said starting to get out of the car.

 

"No." I said stopping her. "I'll wait at the Denny's restaurant by the freeway."  As soon as she closed the door I drove off.

 

I sat where I could see the door, and waited, sipping a cup of what they claimed was coffee.  I had just about given up when the whore showed up with a rather distinguished looking older Asian man, not     one of your prototypical pimps.  They came straight to my both and sat down opposite me.  We waited without talking until the waitress brought them coffee and left.

 

"My girl tells me your interested in something a little, shall we say, unusual."  He sipped from his cup and made the same face I had after my first taste.

 

"Ya, I know, they need to change their brands."  He chuckled. I looked pointedly at the whore then back at the man. 

 

"Go to the ladies room and freshen up." He instructed her.  She looked disappointed, then left pouting. 

 

"Your not going to tell me that my request was all that unusual are you?"

 

 "No, not really." He laughed. 

 

"So, you can accommodate this desire I have?"

 

"If your willing to pay the price."  He replied.  I looked at him over the rim of the cup as I took another sip of coffee.

 

"Before we start talking money," I set my cup down. "I'm looking to purchase, not rent."  He stared at me for almost a full minute before he spoke.  I could almost see the adding machine in his head adding up the dollars. 

 

"You don't want a young girl just for the night, you want to buy one?"  He asked finally.

 

"Yes.  I want one around fourteen years old, sixteen at the oldest. She has to be clean, I won't try to insist that she be virgin, but it would be nice if she was." I took a sip of coffee then continued.  "She has to be pretty, and I would prefer if she did not speak English."  Then I sat back, drank my coffee and waited. 

 

"How much are you willing to pay?" he asked after a couple of minutes of silence. 

 

"I really don't know what the 'going rate' is for young girls,-" I replied, "-but I can assure you that money is really not a problem."  Another period of silence as the man thought over my request.

 

"I just happen to know a young girl,-" he finally spoke, '-just the age you are looking for."  I nodded for him to continue. "I have gone to great expense bringing her into the country."

 

"Yes." I nodded.

 

"And I would have to consider her potential earnings over the time she would have worked for me."

 

"Of course." I encouraged him. 

 

"She knows only a few words of English."

 

"It's ok if she knows a few words." I conceded "It will make things a little easier."

 

"As you say, she's not a virgin, but she has had very little experience so far."  He was talking just to buy time while he calculated the maximum her could ask for without me walking.  "She has only been with a couple of men, and only in very traditional ways, nothing unusual or 'kinky'."  I sipped my coffee, waiting for him to finish his calculations. 

 

"She sounds like she might due." I didn't want to sound to anxious.  

 

"I'd have to get at least three hundred thousand for her."  At last an opening price.  I pursed my lips and inhaled sharply.  I tried to look like I might stand up and walk out. 

 

"I don't think I could possibly go any higher than one hundred thousand."  I said looking very disappointed. 

 

"What you offer won't even cover my expenses." He lied.  "I couldn't possibly let her go for that." This time he acted like he was ready to leave.  "Two hundred fifty thousand,-" he said setting back down. "-I really could go any lower than that.  Any less and I might as well put her out on the street."  I looked like my heart was breaking, like my favorite toy had been broken.

 

"If I really push it I could come up with two hundred thousand." I said finally, looking like I would have to sell everything I owned to do it (actually I could have had the three hundred thousand the next day if I'd wanted to).  He hymned and hawed then finally agreed to the price declaring that he would barely break even on the deal.  We agreed to make the exchange the next evening at the same restaurant.  I slipped the whore her two hundred dollar bonus as I left the restaurant. 

 

Now it was time for the other members of the 'Slave Girls Club' to earn their memberships.  I knew I'd need some back up during the exchange, I didn't want the pimp and/or his cohorts to grab the money and leave me dead or wounded instead of with the luscious young Asian girl I was expecting. 

 

Nine of us arrived at the restaurant in three cars two hours before the appointment time and parked in the back near the fire exit.  I sat in a booth near the back of the restaurant near our chosen escape route.  I was not expecting any trouble inside the restaurant, but would not be surprised if after the exchange I was jumped in the parking lot and the young girl stolen back. 

 

The man arrived with the merchandise.  After they walked in three of my friends Eddie, Frank and Jim left through the front door.  Their job was to get the cars started and be waiting for the rest of us.  The fact that he was apparently alone made me suspicious.  As they approached I looked around the restaurant trying to figure out which of the costumers were his men.  When they arrived at my booth I stood up and pushed the young girl in against the wall on my side. 

 

She was a beautiful, petites, young girl with a look of total innocence about her.  I placed the attaché case on the table and while he looked at the money I pulled her hands behind her back and secured them with a cable tie.  He closed the case and smiled at me.

 

"I think I'll let you leave first." I said smiling back at him.  He shrugged and after picking up the attaché case walked to the front door.  As soon as he was through the door the other six of us left through the fire exit.  Ignoring the blaring exit alarm we piled into the three cars, two of us into each of the back seats.  I pushed the girl into the car in front of me then Tony who had jumped in from the other side helped me hold her down on the floor as the three cars screeched out of the parking lot and each headed in a different direction. 

 

I watched through the car's back window as we sped away.  By the time the Asian man's flunkies had finished looking like a 'Chinese fire drill' and gotten into their cars we were gone.  We each made it to the freeway by a different rout and each car made several switchbacks before heading for our new clubhouse.

 

Eddie was driving with Tony and I in the back seat.  The new slave girl sat between us weeping and sobbing.  She new something had gone wrong and that she would not be rescued.  She was understandably terrified.  It was a long drive, and I was sorely tempted to strip our new slave and start playing, but we had promised the club members in the other cars that we would save her until we could all enjoy her together.

 

In spite of our promises Tony and I slipped our hands inside her clothes and felt her soft smooth skin.  She was just starting to grow breasts; they jutted out from her chest like two cones topped with nipples that, despite her fear stiffened when I ran my hands over them. 

 

"Please, no." she said trying to push us away which wasn't easy since her arms were still being held by the cable tie around her wrists.  I pushed my hand inside her shorts and felt the soft down-like pubic hair growing there.  We relented and pulled our hands out from underneath her clothes.  We rode in silence, listening to her soft sobs until she wore herself out and fell asleep. 

 

The other two cars were already waiting for us when we arrived at my house.  I opened the gate, and then closed it again by remote control after all three cars had passed through.  We parked in the circular drive and pushing the still half-asleep slave in front of me walked up the walk and into the house. 

 

We walked her into my living room then, after pulling up nine chairs, sat down with her in the middle.  She turned in a slow circle, tears running down her cheek.  She stopped facing me.

 

"Please mister." She said haltingly. "Please, let me go back to uncle."  I reached out and pulled her to me, then ripped her blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere.  As she shrieked and backed away from me Jack sitting across from me grabbed her and pulled her blouse down around her still cable tied wrists.  She spun around then backed away from him only to be grabbed by Frank who pulled her shorts down around her ankles. 

 

It was a fun game and we kept it up long after her cloths were all ripped away.  Every time she tried to get away from one of us another one would grab her, feel her small breasts, grab her butt or slip a hand between her legs.  Her tears flowed copiously and she begged in her halting English for us to leave her alone. 

 

Finally she quit trying to dodge us and collapsed on the floor in the middle of the circle sobbing almost hysterically.  I picked her up and carried her to the other end of the room where I had a wrestling mat laid out on the floor.  I cut the cable tie holding her wrists and for of my fellow club members held her arms and legs for her first official 'club fuck'. 

 

All the time we planned this I wondered in the back of my mind if I would really be able to rape a struggling sobbing young girl.  Now I had my answer.  As I stood over our new slave slowly taking my cloths off and looking into her pleading weeping eyes my cock felt like it had turned into an iron rod. 

 

One rule I had set from the beginning, since I paid for the bitch and I set up the club, I got to fuck each of her holes first.  I slowly rubbed lubricant onto my hard cock.  Then as I crouched over our slave girl I watched her pleading look change to one of fear.  My cock throbbed with eagerness as I pushed its head against her young slit.  She tried to pull away but eight hands held her in place.

 

"Please…no…please…"  She begged as my glistening lubricated cock slipped slowly further and further into her tight young cunt. 

 

"Oh god guys, I think we really got a virgin here."  I pushed more cock inside her.  She was crying again. Shaking her head from side to side tears streaming down from her eyes toward her ears.  I was about half way in, I pulled all but my cockhead out, then pushed it back in again.  Deeper and deeper I pushed into the tightest hottest cunt my cock had ever been inside.  I looked up and saw Frank with a video camera recording the whole thing for the club archives. 

 

No one was holding her now she was helplessly penned on my large invading cock.  The other club members had dropped their pants and were stroking their own hard cocks as they watched.  Frank stroked himself with one hand while he ran the video camera with the other. 

 

As the last inch of my cock disappeared inside her stretched cunt lips gobs of cum began to rain down on her face and breasts as the club members finished their impromptu circle jerk.  My own excitement peaked and after the struggle I had getting all the way inside her I held my cock buried in her stretched cunt and pumped her full of cum. 

 

I held myself deep inside her until my cock began to shrink then, pulling myself out of her, I stood up and joined the rest of the club members as we stood in a circle around our sobbing victim silently contemplating the enormity of what had just happened.  I looked at our new slave on the floor, then around the circle of club members.  One by one their solemn expressions were replaced by grins and their cocks began to re-harden as they each realized the reality that they were free to explore their wildest fantasies with the crying form curled up on the floor below them.  Almost as one they pounced on the young girl and began an orgy of fucking that can only be compared to a feeding frenzy of Great White Sharks. 

 

I caught the whole thing on videotape, it's still a favorite for late night viewing among club members.