Slaver Training

The truck stopped in front of the building. It was a windowless, modern structure, seemingly out of place in the country. It looked more like it belonged in a big city. High fences surrounded the grounds, with razor sharp barbwire sitting on the top. The sign said “International Services, Inc., Private Property, No Admittance Allowed.” A guard shack and a German shepherd dog sent out the message that no visitors were allowed.

The truck backed up to a loading dock, the cargo to be unloaded hidden from view. The doors being opened startled Sara and Becky. They could not see out the back but they knew their trip was ended. The pain began again as they were hauled up and taken out the truck. The men tossed them around like sacks of potatoes, paying no attention to the pain they caused them. They watched as they were hauled down a long hallway, white sterile walls and floors. They passed a number of doors until they reached the end of the hall. They were pushed into a room, this one stark and antiseptic. They gasped as they saw various pieces of furniture, all seem to have various methods of securing the victim securely to them. Becky and Sara knew that each would soon be bound to one of them to be raped. 

“I want them facing each other, I enjoy raping them one at a time. The other can see what will soon happen to the other. Let’s start with Mother. Help me with her,” Michael ordered Steve. They grabbed up Sara and pulled her toward one of the pieces of furniture. This was a large aluminum structure. There was a lower piece consisting of two aluminum tubes running parallel about three feet apart. Straps ran along the tubes. The upper piece was a platform about two feet higher. This also had leather straps in the furthest corners. In the center of the platform were two large holes.

Sara was untied and before she could even try to stand and straighten she was hauled up to her feet. Michael’s hands moved quickly over her, ripping first her blouse, than her pants, lying in tatters at her feet. Her hands moved to cover herself but Steve slapped them down. 

“Keep you hands down,” he ordered, slapping her hands again to reinforce his point.

Michael’s hand shot out and hooked into her bra in the front, pulling it out until it strained and began to tear. Sara cried out into the ring gag as it pulled on the skin until it finally tore and was pulled from her body. Her breasts heaved as they were finally released from their constraints. Michael made short work of her panties, the delicate fabric tearing easily. She was now naked. She felt hands push her over to the strange piece of furniture. Hands helped her kneel up on the tubes, her legs having to spread unnaturally to keep from falling. Thick leather straps were secured, first to her ankles, than to her knees, keeping her bound and spread tightly onto the apparatus. A hand on her back forced her forward, her upper body pushed down on the cold metal. She now understood the holes in it, her breasts hung down through the platform. They would be unprotected and vulnerable. Her arms were pulled forward, stretching her body until she felt the leather straps attached to them. She cringed in pain as they were tightened cruelly. Hand began to run over her ass and she now understood how naked and vulnerable she was. She was bound on her knees, her legs spread wide and she was sure her pussy and anus was exposed. She could feel the cool air rushing over them. She felt the fingers run between the cheeks of her ass, running over her anus and down to her pussy. She was dry, afraid of the rape she knew was coming. A rope was attached around her neck and tied to the table, forcing her down onto to it, looking to the side.

Steve grabbed the metal table and pushed it to the side of Sara. He grabbed Becky and started to untie her. Michael came over to help, pulling the last of the remnants of her clothes from her body, as she was untied. He pushed her over to the table forcing her to bend over it, Steve grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the other side, stretching her tightly. He secured the leather straps to her wrists, tying her tightly to the corners. 

“MMMMGGG,” Becky groaned into the gag as she felt a hand grab her left ankle. She felt the cold steel attach to it and heard the metal clank as a metal cuff was attached and snapped tightly. Her leg was pulled out to the side, forcing her down on the table. The table was cold, her nipples hardening instantly as they were forced down on the metal table. A loud snap and she pulled her leg, the cuff banging noisily as she found herself securely bound. The hand returned to her right leg, the cold steel attaching another cuff. Her leg was pulled to the other side, her legs spreading obscenely. She could feel her pussy and asscheeks spreading open. She tried to pull back on her right leg but the powerful hands were stronger, opening her up and she again felt the cuff banging and she knew she was now bound tightly. Her ass was thrust out, her pussy and anus spread open. She knew the only reason she was in this position was to be raped.

Sara watched as Becky was bound. She could see the tears running down her face, as she was bent over the table, naked and spread. Hands manipulated her body until she was in the position they wanted. Like her, they tied a rope around Becky’s neck and bound her tightly to the table, facing Sara. They stared at each other, the helplessness of their situation showing in their faces.

Steve walked in front of Becky. “You look so fuckable, little girl,” his hands stroking her head. He looked down at her tear stained face. “You’re going to be first. I’m going to rape your pussy, than my big fat cock is going up your asshole. I’m going to fuck you hard and long.”

Becky started whimpering, tears running down her face. He intended to hurt her with his cock and there was nothing she could do about it. She watched as he began to undress. First his shirt, than he started unbuckling his belt, the zipper next. She was forced to look at his fat cock bulging out of his shorts. He dropped his pants and stood before her, his cock hard and erect. His hand reached down and stroked his cock, it getting bigger and bigger. He hooked his hands in his shorts and let them drop to the floor. Becky gasped as his cock sprung free. It was huge, over four inches in diameter and had to be at least ten-inches long. It wasn’t a cock, it was a weapon. She watched as he stroked his cock, it seemed to get bigger.

Steve looked at the terrified look on her face as he stroked his cock and moved it toward her face. He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, spread wide over the ball gag. His precum glistened on her lips. “You’ll suck my cock later. You’ll suck lots of cocks, but first I am going to bust your pussy open with my cock.”

Sara could see the distressed look on Becky’s face. The man had moved out of her view and Becky’s face took on the appearance of fright. She knew that Becky was about to be raped and she could not do anything about it. 

Becky saw him move out of her view and knew that he was moving behind her. Her body jumped when she felt hands grasping her hips. They casually moved back over her ass, almost caressing her skin. She groaned, as the fingers became more urgent, squeezing her ass flesh tightly between his fingers. She could the fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, the cool air rushing over her pussy and anus.

“Look at that juicy pussy, Steve, it looks so tight. You are going to have to earn your keep to fuck that pussy open. And that asshole, it’s just a tiny star. This bitch is going to be in a lot of pain when you fuck her, but its going to be the tightest pussy you ever felt.” Michael smiled as he spoke. He looked over at Sara. “Mommy won’t be as tight, but she will feel my cock tearing into her body.”

Steve fisted his cock, the bulbous head swelling larger. He moved forward and felt Becky squirm as he moved between her legs. He moved his cock head over her naked ass cheeks and began to rub it up a down, his precum leaking onto her flesh. He took a bottle of baby oil and put a small amount on his cock, rubbing it over the huge instrument. “This is for me, not you, bitch. It will make it a little easier to put my cock into you but it will wear off quickly. With the pain you will feel, I doubt you will get very wet, so it will be a hard fuck, but that is what I like.”

Becky could feel the huge cock moving over her flesh. She tried to move, but only succeeding in making his cock harder, She looked exceedingly sexy, her ass moving side to side, her pussy spread open. She could not just do nothing, waiting for the rape of her pussy. She felt the head of the cock push between her legs, searching out her pussy, now spread open, seemingly begging to be raped. It pushed up against her pussy, a tiny opening in her body. The head felt massive.

Steve fisted his cock and placed it against her pussy, now spread wide before him. His fingers peeled back her pussy lips, her pink insides beckoning his cock. Her tiny opening widened, his cock beginning to push inside of her. He could see her pussy spreading wide under the brutal attack of his huge cock. It began to stretch wider, unable to stop the brutal rape. He pushed harder, watching Becky buck in her restraints, her body trying to escape. He continued to follow her moving ass, limited by the cuffs holding her spread open. His cock pushed her open more, her pussy clinging to the huge head as it began to tear, unable to take the cock. Her body lurched as her pussy tore, the pain increasing as the head of his cock was almost all the way in her pussy. Her painfully stretched pussy lips slipped over the head of his cock, grasping the huge head as if it wanted it in her.