Amy\'s Story

Amy walked down the sidewalk quickly, her long blonde ponytail swishing in time with her steps.  A backpack with textbooks, a change of clothing, and a few other odds and ends was slung over her shoulder.

Her white nursing shoes made hardly any sound on the pavement as she rushed along.  However, her work uniform, a white knee-length skirt, white blouse, white sweater, and, yes, white socks, made her stand out in the dark like a sore thumb. 

Amy's shift at the nursing home, where she worked as a nurses aide, had been a long one, and she was anxious to get back to her dorm room to study for a big test she had the next day. 'So much for sleep,' she thought wryly as she glanced at her watch.

There was hardly any traffic on the street at this time of night, and she felt nervous being alone in the dark in an unfamiliar city. Well, it was hardly a city, just a little town of 20,000 centered around one of the best nursing schools in the nation. Amy had been delighted to be accepted, but the workload was more than she had anticipated. But she was used to working hard; having been raised in foster home after foster home, Amy knew that the only way she was going to have a stable life was if she worked for it.

As she jogged down the sidewalk toward the college, Amy ran over everything she needed to know for her anatomy test the next day. 'Let's see...atrium, ventricle, aorta...what's the other valve called? ..um...' She was so involved in her own thoughts that she didn't pay any attention when a big delivery van pulled over beside her.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Amy jumped, startled out of her revery. "Yes?" She replied nervously, taking a step away from the van.

A friendly-looking young man leaned out the window. He was wearing a white shirt with thin blue stripes and a blue hat, both were marked, "Polar Ice."  "I'm a little confused," he said.  "I'm trying to find Shepherd's Gas Station on Highway 35, but I think I missed it."

"Yeah, you sure did," Amy replied with a smile. He just wanted directions, and she even knew where Shepherd's Gas Station was!  She went there once with a group of girls from her dorm to buy beer - the owner didn't card college students.

Her shoes made a soft little squeak as she walked toward the van so the guy could hear her.  "You need to go down about a block further, there's a side street there. Turn right, take it to Cottage Street, turn right again.  Then you MMPH!"

The rest of her directions were lost as a strong arm snaked around her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth.  She was bodily lifted off the ground and tossed headfirst into the van, where she landed roughly on her stomach. Amy reacted quickly, trying to push herself up, but a heavy weight settled onto her shoulder blades, followed by a second weight on her calves. With her face pushed into some sort of shag carpeting, Amy could barely breathe, much less scream.

She tried anyways, twisting around and trying to work her arms free so she could pinch, poke, slap or claw the fleshy weights on her body. It was all useless, of course.  There was the sound of the van door closing, then she felt the vehicle shift into gear and get moving. Panic started to settle in and she struggled even more furiously, almost dislodging the man sitting on her shoulders. 

He laughed and settled back down, delivering a sharp slap to her ass which startled her enough to make her be still a moment.  In that moment, she felt her skirt being shoved upward toward her ass and the prick of a needle in the back of her thigh.

As the world started to turn dark around her, it occurred to Amy that there was really no one to miss her. She had a room to herself, no family, no close friends. She could be murdered and no one would ever know about it.  This thought inspired one last burst of adrenaline and a few more weak struggles before the drug-induced darkness claimed her.

Cain laughed as he slid off the girl's legs, "Boy, she put up one hell of a fight. Are you sure they want a hellcat like this?"

"She'll be trained and obedient as a dog before you know it, pal," replied Evan, Cain's older brother.  " The bosses wanted this girl, they get this girl."

Evan and Cain quickly undressed her, though they did take a moment to admire her undergarments, lacy white panties and matching bra.  With full, firm tits, hips that flared gracefully into an ass that seemed to be made for grabbing, long legs that went on for miles, and a face that would make a model jealous, this girl would sell for a small fortune, naturally submissive or not.

After zipping a black body bag around her, they each hefted an end and plopped it into a hidden compartment in the floor of the van, just big enough to hold the body of some helpless girl.  They, together with their youngest brother, James, the driver, they made decent money snatching girls like this one off the streets for an anonymous group of men they only knew as "the Bosses."  They were given information on the marks, and told where to deliver the girls.  The rest was up to them.

Hours later, the brothers arrived at the docks and backed the van up to a large ship on the end pier.  The proceeded to unload all the ice, as well as several full bodybags into the storage compartment. They tossed two backpacks, several sets of clothing and shoes and a laptop computer into the bay, where it all sank quickly to bottom. Then they collected their fee and were on their way to the next city.

When Amy awoke, she was lying flat on her back in a small, dark space.  Groggily, she twitched her leg and it made a soft thumping noise against the side of her tiny prison.  Immediately, a lid above her face was lifted and hands came in and held her flat on her back. Blinded by the light, Amy couldn't see a thing. Again, she felt a sharp prick, this time in her shoulder. Then the hands withdrew and the lid was closed. Moments later, she was unconscious again.

This series of events repeated itself several times over the next few days, Amy would awake and make some small movement which alerted her captors who drugged her back into unconsciousness again.

When she was finally allowed to awake fully, about two weeks later, though she had no way of knowing how long it had been, Amy found herself propped up against a wall with her wrists bound together, completely naked. She shook her head to rid it of the cobwebs and took stock of her surroundings. She was in a small room, about four feet square. The only window was up high on an iron door to her right, and it was just barely big enough to let a bit of light in the dark room. The walls were made of concrete blocks painted an antiseptic green color, giving the room an institutional feel.  In fact, if it weren't for the leather restraints locked onto her arms, she would have thought she was in some kind of mental ward. Beneath her bare ass, the floor was ice cold, probably some form of institutional tile.

Slowly, Amy stood up, her legs wobbly beneath her from long disuse. "Heaven alone knows how long I've been unconscious," she murmured. The sound of her own voice was reassuring and she continued to carry on a whispering conversation with herself as she took stock of her situation.

"No clothes, no shoes, no furniture..." She muttered as she turned slowly. There was a chain running from her wrists to the wall that allowed her to move to the middle of the room, no further. Trying to get some sensation back in her feet, she stamped them briskly, and pressed her bound hands beneath her collarbone, covering her breasts with her elbows.

Just as she was getting ready to start yelling for help, the door opened and a large masculine figure appeared.  With the light behind him, she couldn't make out his features, only a rough silhouette of his body. 

"Who are you?  Where am I?  Let me go!" She issued the series of demands as though she were a queen in her throneroom, not a naked girl chained up alone in a cell.

The figure remained silent, and Amy moved back against the wall and crouched down, hiding her crotch with her thighs and keeping her breasts covered.  "W-what do you want?"  Her voice wavered a bit this time.

"Slaves are silent unless they are asked to speak."  His voice was deep, but the tone was not menacing. Nonetheless, the simple phrase carried more force than a shouted order.

Amy glared at him, "I'm no slave. I will speak when I want to!"

With surprising quickness for a man of his size, the stranger stepped into the room, and pulled Amy up by her hair, causing her mouth to pop open wide in shock and pain.  While her mouth was hanging open, he shoved a rubber ball into it, then strapped it in place behind her head.

All of this happened in a matter of seconds, so quickly that Amy's head practically reeled.  Suddenly, she could not articulate a single word, not with that ball shoved between her teeth, pressing down on her tongue.  All she could do was make indignant moans and shrieks that were almost completely muffled by the gag.

Still holding her by the hair, the stranger lifted her up until they were eye to eye. "You are my property until I sell you. They told me you are a virgin, I will confirm this now."

He abruptly let her go and Amy landed with a thump on her backside, her head snapping backwards and cracking against the wall.

Dazed, she could do nothing while the stranger shoved her legs apart and stuck two fingers inside her cunt, which was indeed virginal.

Satisfied, he gave each of her breasts a quick squeeze, then her buttocks and thighs.  With a soft grunt he rose up to his full height, which had to be over six feet tall, and walked back to the door.  "You will make me a pretty penny indeed, girl.  Now be silent until they come for you."

Amy watched him go with tears of humiliation and fear forming in her eyes. A slave? How could this have happened?

Sniffling, she curled back up against the wall, covering herself as best she could with her arms and legs. Her silky hair hung unbound around her body, creating a sort of curtain, which made her feel just a bit more secure.

Time passed slowly. Eventually, her tears dried up and she started fiddling with the straps that held the ball securely in her mouth. It was virtually impossible to undo the latch without being able to see what she was doing, and the problem was compounded by the leather straps locked around her wrists. After trying for a bit, she gave up and stared silently at the door.

The ball gag was uncomfortable in the extreme, causing her jaw to ache and drool to puddle beneath her tongue, leaking out around the ball.  She wiped it off on her arm and continued watching the door.

Amy was on the verge of dozing off when the door abruptly opened and two men stepped in. "Now don't give us any trouble and we won't use this on you." A wicked-looking leather strap was held in front of her face.

While the first man was issuing this warning, the second unlocked the chain from the wall and gave it a sharp tug. "Walk." It was a simple statement issued in a tone that brooked no argument. So Amy rose to her feet and did as she was told, doing her best to keep her breasts covered with her arms as she did so.

They led her out of the cell and down a series of maze-like corridors, all lined with doors identical to the one she had just emerged from. Occasionally, she heard soft, feminine moaning from behind the doors and sympathized with her fellow prisoners. "What sort of world is this?" She wondered silently, picking up her pace just a bit to keep up with the guard.

The second guard walked behind her, swatting her backside lightly with the strap from time to time, just to remind her it was there.

The two men made no conversation as they led her through the halls, making it seem like this was very routine for them.

Just as Amy was beginning to wonder if they would ever reach their destination, they stopped in front of a pair of double doors and she was yanked through.

She seemed to be in the backstage of some sort of theater. Though Amy couldn't see beyond the heavy black curtains around the stage, she could hear the murmur of a large crowd and a voice speaking through a microphone. "Going once, twice, sold!" The voice called out. A series of thumps and grinds accompanied this statement, followed by light applause, then footsteps on a wooden stage. As the footsteps stopped, all sound in the theater ceased. Amy pulled back against the chain, wanting to run back to her little room where at least she was alone in her misery.

The guard behind her pinched her bare ass sharply, then pressed the leather strap against her flesh and she immediately stilled.

Amy strained to hear any sound at all in the theater, wondering what was going on. After a moment she heard metal scraping against metal, then a hiss and a muffled scream.

"There she is, gentlemen, newly purchased stock by Mr. Earl." The amplifed voice carried through the silent theater, and was again followed by applause. The more thumping and grinding, this time accompanied by pitiful female sobs.

Amy looked around at the dark stage, trying to cover herself as best she could, hoping to find a hiding spot of some sort. While she was preoccupied with this thought guard number one yanked her forward. Amy followed instinctively, until she realized that they were dragging her right toward those black curtains.

Instantly, she balked, locking her knees and leaning back against the chain, shaking her head wildly, begging with wide blue eyes not to be taken out on that stage.

The guard behind her gave her ass a sharp crack, and though she squeezed her eyes shut in pain, she did not move.

Over the loudspeaker, she could hear the announcer speaking again. "Our next girl is a stunning beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, great body, 19 years old, and a virgin! Gentlemen, you can't do any better than this!"

Amy realized that he was describing her and struggled even harder against the guards, grunting when the strap again cracked over her backside.

With a wicked smile,the first guard released the chain and Amy immediately fell backwards into the second guard who grabbed her by the nape of her neck and held on, tight. "Walk. Now." He hissed in her ear.

Then he shoved his thumb right into her asshole, hard. Amy had never had anything put up her ass in her entire life, not even an enema, so this action was so shocking, so appalling, and so painful that she immediately started walking forward, and before she knew it, those black curtains were being shoved aside and she was being pushed out onto a wide stage.

Bright lights shone in her eyes, making it virtually impossible to see beyond the edge of the stage, and for that, she was extremely grateful. However, the pleased murmurs and applause was more humiliating than anything she had ever felt in her life and she did her best to cover herself with her arms as she was pushed toward a platform in the center of the stage.

The first guard attached his end of the chain to a second chain with a padlock, while the second yanked his thumb out of her ass and bent over to attach leather straps around her ankles. Then the switch was activated and the chain around her wrists became shorter and shorter until her arms were pulled over her head, baring her breasts and the rest of her body to the appreciative crowd. With her ankles strapped to the platform, she couldn't do a thing about it and so she hid her face in her arm, hoping the humiliation would go away.

The announcer stood behind a podium to her left, and he began the auction immediately. "What will you gentlemen bid for this fine young slave? She is unmarked, untrained, and untouched by any other man! Make of her what you will, she will be completely yours."

Amy moaned in humiliation but peeked out around her arm at the crowd while men started to call out bids.

It seemed to last forever, the bids going higher and higher, until the sums were simply astronomical. One by one, the bidders dropped out, until it was between two men. One was a small, slender man with a sparse goatee and glasses. The other, a huge black man, even bigger than the man who had gagged her, with no hair at all.

The smaller man was wearing a fine suit with a fancy tie and made his bids by raising his arm in a completely arrogant manner, as though he owned the world. Amy took an instant dislike to him.

The second man, big as he was, only had to nod once to make his bids. He regarded the world through an impassive visage, but when she looked at his eyes, she could see that he didn't miss anything. It was like looking at the eyes of a hawk.

Higher and higher the two men drove the price, until finally the arrogant little man shook his head and leaned back in his seat, defeated.

"Going once, going twice, sold, to Mr. Johnson.  Congratulations, why don't you come take a closer look at your prize."

Mr. Johnson did so. He approached the stage amid thunderous applause in a leisurely manner. As he ascended the short staircase, his shoes made soft, rhythmic thuds on the wooden floor.

Stopping about three feet away from her, the huge man just stood and studied her for a moment, then he moved in closer and ran his hands down her body, rather like the way she had seen farmers run their hands over horses they had recently purchased. His warm hands felt rather nice against her chilled skin, that is until he slid one right between her thighs.

Amy tried to clamp her legs together, but it was useless, he slid one finger right up into her cunt and she squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation.

The room became utterly silent as a metal brazier came into view, 'so that was the whirring and grinding,' she thought absently.

Mr. Johnson stepped behind her and she heard liquid splashing onto a cloth, then felt something cool being rubbed on her left buttock. He then undid her gag, which she promptly spit out and watched quietly as it bounced across the floor and off the stage.

Mr. Johnson grabbed what appeared to be a poker in the burning coals on the brazier and again stepped behind her, his footsteps making small echoes in the hollow floor beneath the stage. "Hold her still."

It was the first words she ever heard him speak, and later she would recall that moment, how her heart pounded in anticipation and fear, how her cunt was wet from his hand, and how the crowd seemed as anxious as she was.

Suddenly pain exploded in her ass and she let out a keening, agonized wail, then promptly passed out.