C.U.F.F.S.

CHAPTER 38

(A SLAVE CAN NEVER WIN)

When they were about a half mile out of town, Trent pulled the car over to the side of the road. Pam figured he was going to let her get dressed. There was no way for the young slave to know this region was unofficial slave country. Not only was her master not concern about her nudity but rather didn’t want to be perceived as being too lenient with his cunts.

But that wasn’t the reason he stopped. Trent ordered Pam to hand him his binoculars from the glove compartment. As soon as he said this, he remembered the hand gun he had there too. Of course, he had the gun’s clip in his pocket but he wondered what his supposedly faithful slave would do when she found it. Pam handed him the binoculars. She acted as if she hadn’t seen a gun. Trent focused on what looked like a naked woman pulling a cart about 200 yards off to his left. All the while he kept an eye on his slave. He knew she had to have noticed his automatic.

Trent smiled as he adjusted the binoculars. Sure enough it was his slave Susan. The powerful binoculars brought her clearly into a close up image. Trent could see her tits were tied or ringed so tightly that they were purplish and hard firm melons. Large swinging black ball weights hung from each tit. Her body was covered with sweat. Her ass and thighs were red and streaked with whip lines. What really looked painful was how cruelly her bound arms and wrists were forced high up her back by some poles which also looked to be attached in front to her nipples. It appeared no matter how she moved or stood she’d be pulling on or afflict some sensitive part of her body. He leaned a little forward and chuckled. It appeared something shoved up her ass too had a chain which was also pulled by the pivoting poles. In addition to the obvious pain she suffered understandable with all the restraints, he could see she struggled to pull the loaded cart which Juan was driving. “Damn a sweating, straining, tightly bound slave’s body sure looks sweet. If only the damn politically correct world  would accept this fact there might never be a war. Men would be too busy fucking cunt’s like that.” He thought.

At just that moment, Trent saw Juan wheeled the whip at her tit., which he had been using on her ass. By swinging the thin whip sideways he could land a sharp lash across one or the other ballooning tit. Those whisks from the thin stiff buggy whip across her taunt tit clearly caught the pony slave’s attention as she seemed to put an extra effort in drawing cart. He watched as Susan tits caught a half dozen between them. “The little bastard sure loves to hurt women.” He said out load. Pam looked at what her master was looking at with some obvious trepidation.

Trent turned and looked at the slave sitting next to him. He was a little surprised to see she was simply sitting meekly with her hands in her lap. The gun was in the exact position he noted it was at when she open the glove compartment.

“Slave would you like to see how your dear auntie has been spending her time relaxing down here?”

Pam eagerly nodded yes. By this point she totally blamed her Aunt Susan for what had and would happen to her. She knew her life would never be the same again and it was all her aunt’s fault.

Trent handed her the binoculars. The brutalization of what she saw must have shocked the young slave. Her mouth dropped open and she could not contain a gasp. Trent noted too what she saw probably frighten her unlike her aunt who would have been excited by seeing such a sight. Pam’s breathing increased the longer she watched. It was time for this slave to understand even though she thinks she’s his favorite, she must understand she is but a slut slave first and foremost.

“Slave I am going to have to tie you and bring you into town properly.” He informed her. “It would not be good for me to be seen as being soft with any slave. You don’t want your master to be seen as weak, do you?” Pam had no idea what she’d be agreeing to but knew the correct answer. Trent ordered out of the car. The first thing she discovered was how hot the sandy road felt on her bare feet. She hopped about and howled. Trent ignored her as he took some rope from the back seat.

In a matter of a few minutes, Pam’s wrists were tied behind her back and each of her tits were tied tightly at their base. It was the first time Trent had tied her new and improved tits. The already ultra sensitive tits became tight and hypersensitive. When she saw her master tying the lead from her tits to the back bumper of the car she panicked knowing what to expect next. It was no use complaining. She was doomed already.

Pam began panting as soon as Trent closed the car door. She wasn’t sure how fast he would go and if she could keep up. She only knew being towed by her own tits she’d have to try as hard as she could to keep up.

Perhaps it was because the bound slave was almost mesmerized at watching the lead rope first uncoil then become taut but even though Trent started slowly, Pam did not advance until she felt the yanking of her tits. She nearly tumbled over but caught herself and almost ran up to the bumper of the car in an over compensated response.

Trent kept an eye on her in the mirrors as he picked up the pace forcing her to trot to keep up. Occasionally her tits felt a lurching tug and at other times she was able to keep the tit leash slightly slack. Either way, Trent enjoyed watching her tits wildly bouncing as she ran. With her wrists tied behind her back she was a cunt/tit jogger. Nice, Trent thought as he applied a little more pressure to the accelerator. He heard his slave plead no. You would think she knew better than that by now. He went even a bit faster in response to her pleas. She was now in a full run in the heat of the dry desert. Petrified of falling and being dragged by her own tits, Pam forced herself to run as fast as she could in spite of the sting heat of the hot ground.

The faster she ran, the faster master paced his car. “Peassssss eeeee  nooooooooo moooorree massssss    ter. She frantically pleaded.

Trent glanced up the road and spotted Miguel’s building. He checked his mirror. His slave was stumbling slightly as she began to tire but he wanted the men sitting outside of Miguel’s shop to witness his new slave’s grand entrance. This wasn’t the kind of grand entrance many young girls dream of. It wasn’t coming down a long stair case in a ball gown while being desired by the men below and envied by the women. Pam’s grand entrance was utterly naked, bound, exposed, sweating and humiliated. She can make it these last 50 yards Trent thought as he maintained his speed.

The men rose up as they noticed what the approaching car was towing behind it. Pam was nearly spent. The tit lead started jerking and tugging then slacking with every other stride.

When he stopped, Pam just dropped to the dirt road. She was panting heavily. All she could do was glance at the men who gather around her. Trent got out of the car and spoke to them in Spanish. Two of the men untied the tit leash from the bumper and lead her toward a water trough which a burro was taking a drinking from. Without the slightest concern for her as a woman, they tossed her into the trough of water. The water was dirty and swelled but it cooled her off quickly. She tied to get out but the men simply used their boots to kick her back into the water until her master emerged from the building with some other Mexican man who obviously gave an order for them to stop. The men pulled her up by her tit leads until she got to her feet.

“Miguel, if you will, make arrangements for this slave to join her tia (aunt) on the platform tonight. I do not want them to be able to talk with one another so do as you must so they can not communicate. Would you send someone to the boy, Juan and bring me the other cunt. I want to see how well she has been treated.” He and Miguel both laughed at this. Then Trent spoke in Spanish so Pam would not understand. “Oh, yes before I forget. I have this one’s uncle and the other slave’s husband in the trunk. I’m sure he will need attending to from riding in the truck in this heat.  I do not wish him to be abused but secured until I call for him.” Miguel agreed to everything.

Trent turned toward his dripping wet naked slave. “Look at yourself cunt. You’re a fucken mess. I’m going to untie you. You will have ten minutes to straighten yourself up and make yourself into marketable stock.”

Pam nearly made the fatal mistake of question why he would do this to his “favored slave”. Instead she hurried and ran a comb though her wet hair and wiped off the caked on dirt from her feet, legs and anywhere else on her body. As she looked at herself in the cracked mirror, she saw how dark her tied tits had become. She struggled to untie the knots and remove each of the tit nooses so her breasts could return to their natural color.

The second she came out of the building, her master noticed her tit ropes were gone. “Who the fuck told you to take the ropes off your tits?” he shouted. Pam actually stepped back as she felt the full anger of her master’s in his voice. Her face went white. Miguel, those tit shackles I saw on the other slave do you have another set?” Miguel told him he did and quickly ran into his shop and returned with steel bands that looked like oversize hand cuffs. “Tighten them to the very tightest notch.” When Miguel could not make the cuffs close any further than two notches away from maximum, Trent helped him. Pam cried so much they barely heard the last two clicks of the contracting steel cuffs ratchet close. The bands were now so tight that the metal nearly disappeared into the flesh of each swollen tit. Even if she was allowed, Pam could not catch her breath enough to speak.

Trent knew this was a critical time in his overall plans for the Banks couple and their niece. The slightest hint of weakness could be a problem for him with so many strong dominate personalities in the town. Pam tried to convey a plea for compassion with her eyes but her master but would not show any mercy.

“Hobble her ankles and connect the chain which links them together to each of her tit cuffs. Make this connection about 4 inches short so she can not fully stand straight and each step will tug down on her tits.” He turned to one of the men who earlier tossed her into the trough. Trent handed him a twenty dollar bill. “Run her down the main street several times. Then chain her outside Agony  Inn. I’ll be there in an hour or two.”

He turned toward his slave and began speaking English. “Slave you know you earned punishment for what you did?”

“Yes, master but…”

Her three words merited her a hard slap across the face. “Do not speak, cunt!”

Pam dropped to her knees. “I am sorry master. Please punish your favorite slave.” She dared to suggest.

“These men have their instructions. You will obey and do ANYTHING they demand of you.” He stressed the word anything. “You will not refuse ANYONE WHATEVER they want of you.” Once more he stressed these words. Do you understand slave?”

Pam nodded with tears forming in her eyes. “I will not fail your master.” She whispered trying to hold back her tears.

Miguel held up the required ring gag for all slaves. Trent would have preferred she’d have to suck cocks willingly but rules are rules. But before this would adorn his young slave, Trent ordered her to give him a blow job. Pam could not understand why submissively sucking him off in front of everyone was extremely more embarrassing than normal. She would soon learn to get use to such public humiliation.

They buckled the gag on tight. As he examined his second slut offering, he couldn’t help but think to himself that this was the way a beautiful women should exist. With her cunt, ass and mouth easily assessable for cock and her tits firm and handy for play or pain. The ugly sluts could be used for hard work while slaves like Pan and her aunt should exist in a world that the word “NO” doesn’t exist. “Go.” He said and left her with these Mexican strangers.

For the next hour and a half, Pamela Powel did her best to offer herself willingly with as much eagerness as she could demonstrate. She took countless cocks in every hole as well as abuse from many men and women all with the mistaken hope that this would please her Master Trent so he would retain her as his chosen slave.

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When Juan drove the pony slave, Susan, up to the shop, Trent and Miguel were sitting outside enjoying a couple cold cervezas. The suffering pony was delighted to see him. After a week down in this capital of sadism, she was convinced anywhere would be a step up from a life in this town. Her only hope was her master would sell her quickly to get her away from these people. In just the short week she knew no slave could ever do anything but earn more and more punishment. If she didn’t fuck or suck with enough enthusiasm she was punished. If she please the cock, then his wife or girl friend punished her for pleasuring him. Even the little children of the area knew how to hurt a woman terribly and at their early age they already considered a slave as less than the mongrel dogs that roamed the area.

Trent looked at his slave’s tortured tits and questioned whether or not such brutal torture might cause damage. Miguel reassure the slaver that Dr. Munos had been closely monitoring Susan’s abuse and assured him in spite of the tremendous pain she had and was now enduring, the doctor’s nightly examination confirmed her tits and nipples retained their firmness and normal blood flow and with some healing ointments over the night, her body was refreshed and capable for the next day’s abuse.

“This one suffers very well and takes much pain.” Miguel told Trent. “Many of the bar and ranch owners have been amazed at what she can tolerate with both suffering and cocks.” Miguel laughed. “This one, she not too popular with the women of the area because she drain all the cum from their men’s cocks. I think the boy had many hard times keeping the women from whipping her skin off her because she fucks so good.”

Trent too had to laugh at the thought of poor Juan actually trying to limit the torture Susan received over the week.

“Miguel tells me slave, that you have made many friends down here over the week. Do you think you know your place after all this?

Trent was surprised at her response. She stomped her foot several times, nodded yes and bayed like a horse. Juan snapped the reins and shouted, “Pechos.” Immediately, Susan twisted back and forth causing the heavy balls attached to her nipple rings to swing wildly. Trent could see how brutally this caused her nipples and tits to stretch until the command, down. Susan lowered herself and mercifully the heavy balls down to the ground where she squatted with her legs spread wide open and head down. This of course lowered the sulkie cart which Juan stepped down from. “Buenos días, señor. Trent.” The young boy said handing him his buggy whip in a gesture of ownership reorganization.

“Buenos dias, Juan.” Trent, Miguel and Juan talked about his slave’s week. The slaver was very surprised at learning just how much she tolerated and yet attained many orgasms along with the suffering she endured. All the while as they talked, he watched his slave dealing with the torture of her tied arms to the poles cruelly wrenched up behind her back and how she fought to maintain some kind of a balance of pain between pulling up on her nipples in front and the aching in her arms and the hook up her ass behind her. She grimaced in agony yet maintained her squatting pose which lewdly displayed her wet and obviously aroused engorged cunt. “Can’t get enough can you, cunt? You’re leaking with excitement right now.” He said seeing a thread of cunt juice seeping from her spread lips.

Susan dared to look up at her master with a deep blush from his statement but her only reply was with her horse bay again.

“Speak slave.” He commanded.

“Master this slut has been tortured a lot but she has also climaxed a lot too. I do not know what is wrong with me. It is very humiliating to be so exposed and seen by so many people like this.”

Trent could tell his slave was weakening. Her legs were beginning to quiver in the squatting position and her arms were obviously beginning to give out on her as she fought a loosing battle to limit the upward draw of the harness pole’s chains to her nipples.

“Does that hurt a lot slave?” he questioned as he enjoyed the straining of her tone muscles.

“Yes master, very much so.” She quickly replied in hopes of mercy. “Please release me.”

Trent smiled. “I don’t think so slut. It is very amusing watching their teeter tottering effects on your ass and arms and tits.” He turned toward Juan. “Unhook her from the cart. I think this slut needs to thank Miguel for designing such an entertaining straining and taxing accessory. I think this slut will want to show her gratitude to Miguel for providing such a thoughtful gift.”

Susan was soon on her knees sucking Miguel’s cock. Since the poles flairs apart in front of her in a “V”, all a man had to do was step between them and insert his dick in her mouth. As demanding of a task it was for the slave to bend forward and suck a cock, at least the heavy ball nipple weights rested on the ground.

Susan heard her master speaking in Spanish with Juan while she sucked Miguel off. She knew they were talking about her but had no idea what about. Finally when Miguel shot his full load into her mouth and stepped back did Trent speak to her. “Slave why have you been put through this week of punishment?” he asked her. Even though only Susan and Juan knew she was completely innocent her only recourse as a slave was to reply so she’d suffer the least amount of punishment. If she tried to explain to her master that she lied about Juan being over powered by the Japanese men because she thought she was protecting the boy, she knew she’d be punished for lying to her master and of course by now she knew the sadistic boy would deny everything. Susan knew even if her master had doubts, he’d believe the boy over a slave and this would gain her much worse punishment. “This slave failed you master by her reluctance on the slave platform last week.” She continued with the least acceptable story. What she detested the most was the grinning boy who not only got away with his deception but showed her absolutely no mercy all week while being he charge.

“Juan had made his choice for your punishment.” Trent began to inform her. Susan was about to complain. She’d had endured more agony in the last week than she ever had in her life but Trent noticed that she might object and raised his finger in a warning gesture. “I have been informed there will be a slave gladiator contest tomorrow. Several tourist slaves were entered by their masters. These slaves and master are role players and it would be very disgraceful for your master if one of these phony sluts won the contest. I have decided to enter you and your niece into the contest. Only if you survive as the winner, will I absolve you of your punishment however to be fair to Juan I am allowing him to come up with one form of hindrance for you to bear to start out the competition with. “Don’t you agree to be fair to the girl’s playing the role of a slave, a true pain slut like yourself would have too much of an edge against the likes of them?”

“Yes master.” She replied but in her heart hated to have to agree to such a suggestion.

“If you fail to finish as the overall winner, you will suffer the contest’s consequences as well as Juan’s suggestion to a pubic fucking by El Largo.” Susan knew he wasn’t giving her a choice but rather a decree. She was surprised to hear Pamela was down here too. She wondered about her husband’s well being too for the first time in over a week. “I’m going to have Miguel release you. I have a surprise for you.”

They untied her arms from the poles as well as removing the heavy nipple weights and the thick hook from her ass. For the first time in over 6 excruciating hours the blonde would not have to alter what part of her body would receive some form of pain.

Her tit cuffs remained locked on her and of course there was no way of removing her nipple rings. Still such relief felt like heaven. She rubbed her aching joints and muscles for as long as they allowed her before securing a ring gag in her mouth. Finally she was taken into Miguel’s torture toy shop. Susan’s eyes widened when she spotted Bob locked in a hanging wire cage. He too was gagged. He had been secured and gagged the whole trip done in the trunk of Trent’s car. This was the first time the couple had seen each other in weeks but Bob had been firmly warn if he didn’t completely follow Trent’s orders regarding his behavior towards his wife and follow his instructions, he’d earn her a bull whipping to her tits after a bout with his bullet ants. Bob couldn’t imagine such a torture. On the other hand he had no idea what his wife had already suffered by the hands of this sadistic group.

Bob kept telling himself in spite of how it may appear to his wife he had to show her resentment as instructed or she would suffer terribly.

“Slave, I’m sure you recall how hard you often made you husband with you playful exploits as a slut. Well Bobby here has been cock entertained with all the videos of your training and I think it’s time you show him how much of a real slut you are.”

Bob was taken out of the cage and told to lie on a bench. Susan was ordered to bend over at the waist and begin sucking him off. While bent over she would take Trent up her ass and if she didn’t get him off before her husband came, there would be a price to pay.

Neither of the married couple, of course knew of two small details. The water Bob was first given when he was first released from the trunk of the car was laced with Viagra. This along with the fact he hadn’t come in days. Bob already was hard and oozing precum just waiting. Then there was the fact, Trent just fucked their niece before sending her on her way.

A slave can never win.

Obediently, Susan lowered her strained open mouth over her husband’s raging cock. She tried not to move her tongue much in hopes of not adding extra stimulation to his dick. Trent slipped his semi hard greased cock in her ass. It slid in easily after all the hours of housing the harness hook. Susan worked her hips and began fucking her master’s cock while attempting to slight the one in her mouth.

Trent enjoyed his slave’s dilemma. She was eagerly fucking him in hopes her efforts would get him off while attempting to rebuff her own husband’s pleasure. On the other hand, she felt her husband’s cock growing with arousal. Of course she thought it was because he enjoyed his wife being fucked by another man right in front of him.

Bob began shooting his load just as Trent was getting hard again. He felt his slave’s ass opening contracting around his dick while moaning in obvious arousal. Soon Susan was lost in her own body’s needs. She fucked back on the dick in her ass while fanatically sucking on her husband’s cock. Bob could not hold back nor cared anymore who he was face fucking. He shot his load not down his wife’s throat but in this slut slave’s mouth.

Trent had won again. He smiled at his slave’s husband and began to fuck his slave in earnest. While holding her head down on Bob’s spent cock. He wanted the two of them to experience him fucking her now that they knew, a slave can never win.

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