Slavery

A Story Requested by, and Dedicated to, Dawn Part 1 The two rubber sacks swayed gently from the chains, which suspended them from the ceiling. The bottom of each sack was about 5 feet above the ground and when you looked closely at the sacks a two-ended zip could be seen running along the entire length of the container. Mistress Anne came into the room containing the suspended sacks and stood in silence for a few moments watching them. One sack was still but from the other there was movement and a small noise. Anne smiled as she looked at this sack and smoothed her rubber-clad fingers with each hand. Time for a little stimulation! ...

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies. Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since. ...

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help. Part One - Proposal I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her. ...

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley Chapter 1 Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again. ...

Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories. Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn’t make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn’t know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there. ...

Chapter 1 Its true, I’ve always had an interest in the world of domination. The thought that it could be possible to re-train someone to live entirely dependant on your instruction, without any capacity to use independent thought is one that I find fascinating. To own another human being’s existence is surely an idea that has inspired some of the world’s greatest dictators, as human life is more valuable than any other known commodity. Of course, along with anything else I’ve ever done in my life, it had to be done to the greatest extreme possible, or it just wasn’t worth doing. All this said, I didn’t ever make a conscious decision become a Master, it’s just something that that curiosity and lust finally led me to. My ex-wife will vouch for my enthusiasm in this quarter. Whilst we were still together I converted our loft into a crude dungeon, and inspired by sites on the internet (an incredible inspiration), I built hoists, whips from old belts and sawn off broom handles, cages from shopping trolleys and various other devices of captivity for us to experiment with. In those early days, it was I who was the submissive, and my other half would enthusiastically strap me spread-eagled to the rafters, caning my bare behind thoroughly before descending through the loft hatch to watch television in the comfort of the lounge. The juxtaposition of me in such deprivation and her in such comfort gave us both an immense thrill, and although at first she would pop her head through the loft hatch with worried frequency, after a while she would leave me chained in the loft for hours at a time, relishing in my discomfort. On some occasions she would go out, leaving me wondering how long I was to be left in my uncomfortable bondage, shivering slightly from the cold. Sometimes she would tease me by saying that she was going to fetch her friends to see me in my humiliating position, and on more than one occasion threatened to bring a man back to the house and force me to listen to their wild love making in the room below. These comments excited me immensely, although at this stage I’m not sure how the reality of this would have affected our relationship outside of the loft. These were all just idle threats however, and all-important parts of the fantasy. ...

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is. Chapter 1: Introduction It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt. ...

Author's Note: Obviously, this is fiction. Never attempt something like this in real life. BDSM should always be safe, sane and consensual. I welcome constructive criticism and ideas about how I could make this story and future installments better. Chapter 1 I waited with bated breath for my newest delivery. I was so excited that I paced nervously on the floor. Going back and forth between watching the blaring television and checking for updates on my tablet. I looked at the longingly at the lovely face on the television screen, the missing young woman, Amy Park, an up and coming Korean American state senator who had died yesterday in a plane crash. She was lauded as a hero for her work fighting human trafficking and would be sorely missed. ...

As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this. A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, and she was dressed in a tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. Definitely not the doctor and nurse she had been expecting. ...

Author's Note:All Hallows’ Eve is said to be a night when spirits walk the earth, but times change and spirits change with them. However sometimes even they are surprised by the results. Happy Halloween everyone.* It was a nice party, I concluded as I stalked through the sea of humanity perched on precariously high stiletto heels, leather and latex sheathing the curves of my body, a permanent smile etched onto my lips as I took in the atmosphere. I had never visited this club before, indeed only sheer whim had led me inside tonight and I found myself regretting that. From what I had seen so far the place was delightfully kinky and I made a mental note to become a more regular customer. Tonight however was special as Halloween celebrations were in full swing. The place had been decorated meticulously with streamers in orange and black, ghostly effigies hung from the ceiling and pumpkins abounded on the bar as well as the various tables. Low lights and a thin fog complimented the atmosphere and lent the place a strange gloom. It was silly and cheesy and I loved it. Music filled the air, performed live from a small stage set on the far side of the dance floor, clearly audible over the sound of dozens of overlapping conversations. The band itself definitely caught my attention though and I made another note to see if this was a special performance or if they were a regular features. The four girls on stage were pretty, but more than that each dressed in a way that exemplified a particular fetish. Hell, the drummer seemed to be wearing nothing but strategically placed ropes and a ball gag. I silently tipped my non-existent hat to whomever owned this place, they most definitely had good taste. ...