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Subject: {ASSM} White Slave Act of 2000 - Cindy's life as a sex slave begins (BDSM,tor,cons,nc)
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Well, this is going the way I expected it to.  Or maybe it is.  I've
been a sex slave for less than an hour and I find my self literally
nailed to a work bench in a torture room, with a woman I know is
psychotic next to me, and two others hanging by their arms behind me.
I've still got the taste of my owner's cum in my mouth and I'm in
severe pain.  Maybe being a drone to the oil industry wasn't a bad
choice.   Too late to change that how.

After a few minute Sonya sort of grunts and "If you think this is bad,
wait until he brands you.  The bastard has had it done to me three
times."

I was silent for a while, then replied "I watched them brand you at the
country club."  She made no reply.

After a few minutes she asked "So, was it your husband that sold your
ass?"

"No, I volunteered", I replied.  She just grunted.  I asked her "How
long do you think he's going to leave us here?"    After a couple of
seconds she answered "At least over night.  This is prime web cam
stuff.  How's it feel to be jack off material to hundred of guys right
now?".

I thought about that for a bit, then realized that I was sort of
excited about it.   "Sort of turns me on, you know?"  "No, I don't.
The only thing that turns me on is when the bastard lets me hurt the
sluts."

After that she didn't say much else for a while.  Soon the lights
turned off.  A strange as it seems, I was able to get bits and pieces
of sleep over the night.

Next morning I awaken as Sonya thrashes around, jerking the board,
pulling the nails through my nipples and ripping more of the super glue
on the underside of my tits.  I hear Ingrid's voice behind us.  "That's
number one.  Two more coming."  I hear the sounds of a pulley and hear
Jen and Angelina moaning a bit as Ingrid frees them.  I hear the sounds
of metal gate or something behind us, then Ingrid's voice.  "It's not
my idea to keep you in the dog crates.  Sorry, but I suspect it beats
hanging from your wrists."  She walks over to our bench and looks at
our tits.  "Not too much bleeding, looks like just a little burns from
the accelerator and super glue.  Let me put something on them..."  She
walks away but comes back in a few minutes, with a spray bottle with a
big red cross on it.  "This also has a numbing agent in it.  This
should help".  With that she sprays a thin mist of the antiseptic over
our tits.  It does cool and numb them.  She taps Sonya on the head
"I've got to zap you twice more.  Want to just get it over with or do
you want to put it off for a while."  Sonya looks up at her and says
"Go ahead, let's get this over with."  Ingrid nods, then holds her
remote up and pushes the button.   Sonya jerks around a bit, but
doesn't say any thing.  After 30 seconds or so, Ingrid pushes the
button again. Sonya thrashes a bit, but still stay silent.   Ingrid
tells us "Mr. West should be back in an hour or so, he said he would
get you off the bench then."

The next hour passes fairly quickly.  I hear Mr. West's voice, telling
Ingrid that there are two slaves on the slave cart in the SUV and that
she is to take them to the intake room.

He shows up in the torture room, holding a plastic pancake flipper and
a bottle of nail polish remover.  "Well, let's see what we need to do
to get you up and moving about."  Sonya snarls at him "The shocks this
morning weren't really required you know."  He looks down at her "Sure
they were.  It made me happy knowing that you were getting zapped.  I
noticed that Ingrid did them all in a bunch.  That's too bad. I wanted
her to do them over the time I was gone, but she did do all three."
While he was saying that, he was opening some sort of multi tool thing
and reaching down to hold the board he had nailed us to.  He grabbed
the nail head of the one in my right nipple and pulled straight up.
This hurt, but not as bad it did going in.  He pulled the other one out
and told me to not move yet.  He then pulled Sonya's nails out, picked
up the bottle of nail polish remover and splashed it on the board by
our breasts.  After letting it sit for a couple of seconds, he took the
flipper and pushed it between the board and my tits, gently freeing
them.  Once I was freed he said 'Go stand over there', then turned to
Sonya.  'If you move, I will just hit you with a knock out zap and let
you rip the board off your tits as you fall.  Understand?'  Sonya
nodded and he used the flipper to free her as well.  Once she was free,
she slowly stood up  "I assume you want me to go back to my cell now?"
"That would be the case. I've set the controls so you shouldn't have
problems with any of the doors unless you stray from the path.  You may
go now".  Sonya walked out.  Mr. West walked over to me.  "Look, Cindy,
it hasn't been 24 hours yet.  You can, if you wish, still back out."

I thought about that, and decided that despite being brutally tortured
for my first day as a slave, I didn't want to be freed. "No, I want to
stay"  "OK.  Well, lets get your tits taken care of then.  I think I'll
have a set of barbells installed in the holes. No sense in wasting a
piercing, is there?  Let's go back to the dorm rooms.  Time for you to
meet your room mates, assuming Ingrid has them done."

We head back to the room where Belinda and Tracie used to live.  I'm
sort of sad that I won't get to meet them.  When we get there, there is
a stunning red head and a pretty blond girl, sitting with their arms
behind their backs in the bean bag chairs on the floor, ball gagged.
Mr. West holds up his remote and pushes a couple of button, then then
big red button.  Both girls jerk, and the blond falls forward, showing
that she was hand cuffed.  "That was a level 3 jolt.  It goes to 12.
Anything over 9 or so normally knocks out a slave.  Ingrid should have
gotten a pee sample from you already.  I'm going to test them now.  If
you want to be freed, pray your pregnant."  He took the two cups and
left the room, leaving me standing with two cuffed and gagged new
slaves.  About 10 minutes later, he returned.  "Well, your both not
with child.  Oh, and Rita, Thomas says that the firm name is now
'Jones, Schultz and Freeman' and thanks for the idea.  He also would
like you to know that if you ever looked at him while you were using
him as 'a flesh dildo' instead of always doing in the 'reverse cowgirl'
postion, he might not have had you enslaved.  Any rate, here is the
deal.  Lilly, I'm going to make you a company asset.  I need a CPA to
deal with this upcoming sales contest thing I'm in.   You will be
working with Ingrid and me in the front office.  Your duties will
include sex on demand, but other than that, your my accountant.  Rita,
you and Cindy here are going to be my rental slaves.  Your first rental
is going to tomorrow.  Your going to be a decorative center piece at
some sort of banquet.  You girls have fun for the rest of the
afternoon, and don't forget your on camera 24/7 in this house.  Also,
while you aren't required to either masterbate or do some girl on girl
action, if you don't at least once a day, where a camera can see you,
I'll get a call from the show director asking me to torture your ass.
And Wendy really likes to see other girls get tortured, so she's not
going to forget or be shy about calling.  The remote crew can trigger
your collars for a mid level zap as well, so you might want to bear
that in mind.  Ta Ta for now..."

So, my life as a sex slave begins.
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