Slaver Training

Note : This story is completely fictional!

This is the story of the training of a new Slaver and the taking of two new slaves, a mother and daughter and what they are forced to endure before they are sold.

Slaver Training
Chapter 1-The Capture

Sara’s face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face. She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home. She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open. She was still dressed. Her arms were yanked up high behind her. Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope. A spreader bar was attached between her knees, it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread. A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists. The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara’s body into a tight bow. A rope had been wrapped around her neck using a slipknot. The other end was attached to the spreader bar, it pulled taunt, forcing Sara to keep her head up. When she tired, her head would fall, the rope would tighten on her neck until she began to gasp for air. She would be forced to raise her head high again, straining to maintain the position. Her daughter Becky was facing her, also tied and bound, her breasts and pussy arched up into the air. She was almost naked, some of her clothes, torn and tattered, hanging from her body. Tears were running down her face as she strained under the tight bondage. It was only a hour ago that her and Becky were eating lunch. It seemed like days.

Michael watched as Sara and Becky squirmed on the floor. They were his latest victims. His occupation was a slaver. While little knew of it or even believed it existed in the United States, it was more common than most believed. In fact, this was the first week of training for a new slaver, Steve by Michael. Michael became a slaver almost ten years ago. He was personally responsible for capturing and training over one hundred slaves. It takes about four weeks to train a slave once captured. It is an art. It was very important for the victim to lose all hope and control over their body as soon as possible after capture. Tight bondage is imperative as soon as the victim is captured. Shortly after that, the victim would be repeatedly raped. Her pussy, mouth and ass would all be raped, often gang raped. The victim would be forced to feel the helplessness of her situation. Michael liked to capture mother-daughter combinations. They bring higher prices and it is easier to control them by playing one against the other. Each victim would suffer greater pain and indignities to spare the other from the same fate. Michael also enjoyed forcing the other to see the acts of perversion he would perform on the other, especially when they raped the daughter in front of the mother.

Slavers made a lot of money. A young slave could be sold for over $200,000 each, a mother-daughter combination could sell for $500,000. But it was also costly to capture and train a slave. It required considerable planning of the habits of the victims before the capture. Once captured, the victims are taken to one of his “holding areas.” She is trained at this facility during the four-week period. The victim is than delivered to the client.

Most purchasers of slaves are from outside the United States. Not all are foreigners, some Americans living outside of the United States do purchase slaves. It is very costly to get victims outside of the United States and into other countries. Custom officers are expensive to buy off. Many of the buyers are Arabs and Japanese businessmen, all very wealthy and powerful. They like American women. Slaves are purchased to abuse, both mentally and physically. They are used for entertainment purposes, often for customers. They might be used in rape parties, whippings or torture. They are often sold to become prostitutes when the purchasers get bored and want a new, untouched slave.

For Sara the day had started out uneventful. Sara is 36 years old, medium length blonde hair (natural), slim waist, firm 36C breasts, large nipples, wide hips and a great ass. She had been divorced for over 5 years and took care of her body. She dated occasionally but had been unsuccessful in finding a “good man.” Her sex life is almost non-existent, with it being over two years since she had slept with a man, though she did enjoy masturbating. Sara enjoyed sex, oral sex only under protest and had refused the one time her husband had tried to get her to let him fuck her in the ass.

The pride of her life was her daughter, Becky. Becky had just turned eighteen and graduated from high school. She was had been accepted to three colleges but had not decided which one to attend. Becky is a blonde like her mother (also natural). Her hair is longer, reaching almost half way down her back. Becky is slimmer than her mother, she has an athletic body. She has long legs, a firm ass and 36C breasts like her mother, also with large nipples. While she was not a virgin, having lost her virginity in the back seat of a car over a year ago, her sex life is limited. She had been fucked about five times, refused oral sex (disgusting) and never even considered anal sex as an option.

It was lunchtime and Sara and Becky had just sat down in the kitchen. There was a knock on the door. Sara was expecting her neighbor, Jessica to bring her over some catalogs that Sara wanted to see. Sara got up and opened the door, not bothering to check to see whom it was. As the door opened, she briefly saw four large men push through the door, two heading for the kitchen, the other two quickly grabbing her and slamming the door shut. Sara began to scream but a hand over her mouth quickly silenced her. She heard a muffled scream from the kitchen and she knew Becky was suffering the same fate as she was.

A body behind her held her arms pinned to her side, the large arms tightly around her waist. Another hand was thrust quickly over her mouth silencing her scream. She began to hyperventilate, the oxygen cut from her by the hand over her mouth. 

“Give me the gag, let’s shut this bitch up,” Sara heard the voice behind her. 

She saw a hand move toward her mouth, a large gag in it. It consisted of a large ring with straps falling from it. The ring was pushed toward her mouth and fingers under her chin pushed down hard on her neck, forcing her mouth to open. The ring was quickly forced into her mouth and wedged into her back teeth. She could feel a mechanism begin to open her jaws wider and wider. Her jaw began to ache from the strain until it finally stopped, her mouth now a large gaping hole. The straps were attached around the back of her head and cinched tightly. Sara’s mouth was now open obscenely wide, drool running down her chin, only muffled noises coming from it.

“We wouldn’t be fucking her mouth for a while, stick a cock gag in it. Let her get used to having a cock in her throat for a while.”

She saw the hand return with a large object shaped like a penis. It began to push into her mouth, pushing her tongue out of the way by brute force. It hit the back of her mouth, just to the entrance of her throat when it stopped. She felt it being locked onto the ring in her mouth, sealing her mouth shut tight. She could only breathe through her nose. Fingers reached for her noise and tightly pinched them. She began to panic, unable to breathe.

“Now listen, bitch. If you cooperate, I will let you breathe. If you struggle, I will wait until you black out and than I will do what I need to do. Are you going to cooperate? Groan if you want me to let you breath.”

“GGGGRRR,” moaned Sara through the gag. She began to feel lightheaded, her body beginning to become limp. “GGGGRRr,” she moaned again, hoping they would let her breathe. She began to gag as the object buried in her mouth began to push into her throat as she struggled and moaned. She tried to relax her throat, allowing the penis gag to sit at the entrance to her throat.

“Yeah, you like that cock in your throat. As soon as we get you tied up I will push it in a little deeper into your throat. You’ll have to get used to accepting large cocks in your throat. Let’s get her bound up.” 

The hand left her mouth and Sara sucked in air through her nose, filling her lungs again. Her breasts heaved as she continued to fill her lungs. She began to panic. Until now, her only concern was survival. Now she began to worry about what they intended to do to her. It sounded like that they were going to rape her. That also meant that they would probably do the same thing to Becky. She did not know why they were doing this to them. Would they kill them? They did not try to hide their identity from her so they were not afraid of her describing them to the authorities.

“Down you go bitch,” hands pushed her down to the floor. 

Her knees hit the floor and a hand pushed her head down, forcing her to lie flat on the floor. Her arms were pulled behind her back. She felt a thick, rough rope being bound around her wrists and pulled tight. She groaned in pain as her fingers began to tingle from the tightness of the rope. The end of the rope was pulled up high in the air, forcing Sara to arch her back up to stop the pain. Michael put his foot on Sara’s back, forcing her to the floor, the pain returning to her arms and shoulders. It felt like he was going break her bones.

“Spread your legs or I will break your arms,” Michael ordered her. He pulled up on her arms while his foot rested on her back. 

Sara groaned, “AAAGHHHH, MMMMMGGGHHH,” the gag preventing only muffled sounds. Sara gagged again, the penis gag pushing into her throat from all of her movement. Her arms were breaking from the strain. She began to spread her legs, hoping to stop the pain.

“More, cunt, I want them spread wide. I have a three-foot spreader bar to put between your knees. I want them spread until they hurt, now move,” Michael jerking her arms up again.

“MMMGGGHH,” Sara groaned again, her legs spreading wider. She continued to push them open, the pain beginning in her groin from the obscene spread. She felt a foot edge between her thighs, banging against one thigh, forcing it open wider. Her thighs ached as her legs were spread. Sara felt hands touching her knees, the spreader bar attached to her knees by straps. Her knees were locked into place, unable to bend, her legs spread wide, unable to close and protect herself.

“AAAGGHHH,” Sara moaned in pain as they began to attach ropes to her ankles. The other end of the rope was pulled toward her bound wrists. They pulled the rope tighter, bowing her body backwards, her head and feet rising from the floor.

“Steve, if you tie the rope tightly, like this, it has a pulley attached in the center of the rope. Once secured, you can ratchet the ropes tighter. Just remember that when you bow the body if you ratchet it too far, you may break some bones or the back.” 

Sara’s body ached from the bondage they were placing her in. She could hear the noise of the ratchet and each time the pain increased. Her body felt like it was going to break. “BBBRR,” again the bow in her body increases. Her breasts now rose from the floor. Only her stomach and abdomen were supported. Her legs and upper body were pulled back.

“The purpose of the bondage is to make the victim feel helpless. At the same time, it is made to inflict the maximum amount of pain. After a while, the victim will do anything to get out of the ropes. During the training, the victim will be placed into bondage almost 24 hours a day. We feed the victims with IV’s. This makes it less messy, especially when you want to ass fuck the victim. You do not have to bother with enema’s to clean out the victim each time.” Michael continued to explain the procedures in training a new slave to Steve.

“Just one more thing and we will be ready to go.” Michael picked up another rope and slipped one end over her head, making a slipknot and attaching it to her neck. He pulled the rope back and as it tightened, Sara had to pull her head up or the rope would begin to strangle her. Michael attached it to the spreader bar and tightened it. Sara groaned through the penis gag. Michael ratcheted the rope, forcing Sara to raise her head higher or start to choke. She now had to keep her head up high or begin to suffocate. “Grab the other end of Sara. Let’s bring her in the kitchen so she can see what has happened to her daughter.”