The two faces savored the sight. The young latina's body suffering in the very tight hogtie. “Have to say Sam, you weren't lying, she's gorgeous.” The man spoke in a Draconian accent, his eyes drinking in Arianna's sweat drenched body as she strained against the ropes. Her cheeks stained by tears as she moaned in pain. Her bra and panties were almost seethrough due to the sweat. “What a raise.” Archer said, leaning down to rub Arianna's thigh and rear end.
Arianna closed her eyes and whined into her gag at this. “Oh shut up senorita; going to get a whole lot worse than this!” The robber said smirking. Reaching down he undid her bra, pulling it away as she cried out into her gag. “Nice trophy.” He muttered, still smirking as he reached around and groped the poor girl's breasts.
Arianna felt this and gasped. “Nommpphe-phhessmph!” She screamed. The robber just slapped her rear, making her yelp.
“Again, shut up slave.” He said, grabbing the hem of her panties and ripping them off. Tossing them aside as Arianna gasped.
“Yeah Sam, she has a hell of a body.” The Draconian muttered.
The robber- Sam, nodded. “Glad she decided to skip her last class. Surprising, from what I gathered she was such a goody-two-shoes.” He shrugged. “Works for us.” He said with a smile as he undid the bonds of her painfully tight hogtie. Arianna was grateful that her body was no longer arching in bondage, but she soon found her sweat slicked body pulled into the lap of her kidnapper, her enslaver, she realized with a shudder.
“Mmmph.” Arianna moaned as she stared to sob again as her captor felt up her still bound body. Feeling up her midsection, her breasts. Her inner thighs.
He slapped her belly, making her yelp. “Lets get her set up.” He muttered to Archer who nodded. Yanking her up her arms were undone, only to be brutally manhandled into a pair of shackles that yanked her up to the ceiling. She groaned as she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet.
Archer walked around her as he set up a laptop and a camera. “Exquisite.” He muttered as he started a recording, it would take still pictures as well. “Turn, show off that pretty face.” He said, forcefully grabbing her hips and turning her so every angle of her body got a photo.
“What do you think she'll go for?” Sam asked, watching in glee as he reduced the teen girl into a piece of merchandise to be sold.
Archer looked Arianna over before walking back over the laptop. These photos and the video we send will help set up the starting bid price. But we have our slaver guide as you know. Going by her age, ethnicity, beauty, and the face that she's obviously intelligent if she was a domestic product the expected sale price would be at least 80,000. Considering she's an American teen being sold at a blackmarket auction? At least 100 grand, 150 if you're lucky.”
“Same fee as last time?”
Archer smiled at him. “Yes, 10% of her sale price will be transferred over to you.”
Sam smiled, walking over to Arianna, the virgin girl was quietly crying as she listened to them speak about her upcoming auction. Reducing her humanity to that of a slave. She closed her eyes, screaming internally as she thought of her family and her future, and how she was pulled away from it. She had heard of disappearances of pretty girls like herself, some blamed Dracon. People often said this was a scapegoat for failing police departments, but no one was ever sure. A high school volleyball team had recently all gone missing in Florida. Conspiracy theorists blamed Dracon. Others said this was silly.
But now she hung from the ceiling of a basement, nude, as in the shadows she could make out whips, flogs, and other tools of torment. Sam walked over, gazing at her body. “Virgin too, wish she wasn't, would love to take her.” He said, grabbing Arianna in an area she had never been grabbed before. Her eyes went wide as she gasped. “Yeah she doesn't like that. Should get use to it though. After all this is all she is now, a slave.”
Archer chuckled as he went over to the wall, walking back with an intimidating bullwhip. “Oh I couldn't agree more. Appreciate this Sam. Dracon loves help when it comes to importing such lovely piece of product.”
Sam winked at him. “Oh what can I say. This girl was going to waste scholarship money taking this hot body to college! No, your home country will put her body to a much better use.” He said smiling. “Need to invite me over again, love your nation. Though I do say, all your free women and girls are in such good shape, should enslave them all if you asked me.”
Archer laughed at this. “You aren't the only one to say that. Our nation is rather patriarchal after all. But there's too much pride in free families for that sadly. Though some mothers in conservative and strict families treat their daughters little better than their own slaves. Claim it builds the character and discipline needed to be a mistress of their own.”
Sam chuckled as he groped Arianna's rear. “Well, that does sound like fun. From what I hear would be happy to take the role of a 'punishment class teacher' at one of your schools. Need something like that here. Bet this senorita would of gotten all As in it!”
“At least she would be getting As putting her body to some good use as opposed to wasting her time learning math and chemistry.” Archer retorted as he held up the whip. “Now to get her pain response for the video.”
Sam nodded, stepping away as Arianna blinked away tears. Her eyes going wide as she saw Archer snap his wrist, sending the bullwhip across her midriff. To the poor latina she thought a flaming sword had cut her in two. Her head fell back as she screamed in agony as a harsh mark was left on her midsection. “Agghghhhieeee!”
“Beautiful.” Archer muttered.
Sam smiled as he watched Arianna squeeze her eyes shut, screaming in her gag in agony, savoring how the harsh red line stitched itself across her midriff as she took gasps of air in agony. “Yes, sounds so nice.” He said as Arianna screamed into her gag, sobbing and begging for them not to hurt her again. Of course Archer ignored her, savoring the fact that her nude body was at his mercy as he sent the whip lashing against her smooth, soft, yet toned skin once more. Only a couple of inches higher this time, still across her midriff area.
Arianna's head fell back once again. “Agghaghhieeemmphheiieee! Phessmmmphh!” She screamed, she begged. She knew now she would be taken to Dracon to be sold, she had done enough research to know that slaves often faced the prospect of pain there. Still, she would of told them she was forfeiting her freedom in return for no more pain. But then another lash hit her belly, this one at a bit of a diagonal across belly. “Aggghhaghiieeeemmphhhie!”
Archer smiled. “My. Those screams. They're beautiful. Youthful, yet womanly. Healthy, but very pained. A sweet pitch, but not annoyingly so. And her body takes in the marks of torment oh so well.” He then whipped her midsection again, this time closer to her ribs. The teen bucked in agony, screaming as tears fell down her cheeks.
“Her screams and cries are beautiful.” Sam replied. “Almost as beautiful as this body.” He said, walking over to grope her firm and shapely rear. “This is very nice slave, can definitely tell that you were an athlete in school!” He said smacking it as he said so. “Wish your uniforms were a bit more fitting for your proper status but oh well.” He said smiling as he grabbed her silky brown hair and yanked it back. “Whip her again please, want to see her eyes fill with pain as you do it.” The poor girl was sobbing, suffering in agony, kidnapped, now tortured. Would soon be sold into a lifetime of slavery, abuse, degradation, and torment. Her captors relished that, and Sam got even harder as he heard her scream, watch her eyes fill with not just pain but agony as her belly was whipped once more.
Arianna screamed, sobbing as her midsection was on fire. A horrible stinging burn that hardly faded with time. “Agghhaghiemmphheiiee!” She screamed as Archer whipped one of her toned thighs before quickly striking the other one as well. It went on and on as her captors spoke about how her screams were gorgeous like her body and face, about how it would help her price greatly when she was sold in Dracon. Mocked her for beliving she could go to college when this was 'obviously' her proper place to put her body to its best use.
After almost half an hour her belly and sides had been struck two dozen times, her thighs had been smacked four times each. Archer had walked around and had spread eight more strikes onto her back and angelic rear end. Sam was rock hard as Arianna gasped down air behind her gag. Running out to tears but in such pain that she had to cry more. Her abdomen muscle was actually convulsing in agony, spasming even when it wasn't being whipped. Her body drenched in even more sweat, some from being forced to stand on the balls of her feet, which added additional pain and torment as her legs burned and her thighs were even more defined, but most of it was from the whip.
He groped her sexy belly, enjoying its convulsions, at how red and raw it was. By now her midsection was much more red that it was latin brown. Her skin was raw, though there weren't any true cuts or bleeding. Sam knew Draconians could be viscious in their belly whipping due to having cutting edge healing creams and oils. His hands went up to her breasts; they were those of an athlete. Not busty, but not really petite either. A very nice middle ground.
“I have to ask Archer. Her screams, I'm beyond hard. She told me she was a virgin and I know a slave being in mint condition is- valuable. But still.” He paused. “Want her bad before she's sold off in your country.”
Archer chuckled, putting down the whip and joining in on the groping. Arianna weakly shook her head, sobbing as she listened. “Cant say I disagree. Mint condition is nice to have, but I would be lying if I said I disagreed. And look at her, I seriously doubt the buyers would mind purchasing her 'slightly used' for goodness sake.” Arianna squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing as they spoke so casually about not just raping her, but about how taking her virginity now would affect the price at which they sold her off.
Sam licked the tears from her cheek and kissed it. “Well then, lets test her out.”
Archer chuckled. “Face up or want her down on the bench?”
“Face up, have her watch us. Can flip her over later.” He said with cruelty in his voice. “I mean look into her eyes, even her eyes are gorgeous. Like brown gemstones.”
Archer walked over, yanking Arianna by the hair. “Look at me slave, look at me!” Arianna did so sobbing. “Yeah, yeah you're right. “Lets get her set up.”
Arianna shook her head, sobbing as her bondage was undone, but the nude latina had no energy after being placed in a tight hogtie, held up on the balls of her feet, and horrifically whipped. She shook her head, screamed as she was taked over to a bench and placed face up. Her ankles and wrists placed in steel shackles. Her gag was taken out. “Please! Please dont do this! Please I beg of you have mercy-agghhhackk!” She cried out as a circular gag was placed into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, sobbing in horror. She enjoyed sports, softball and volleyball, she loved to help people and volunteer, and she was excited to graduate and then go to college to continue her education. Now it was being taken away from her as brutally as possible. Archer meanwhile had other concerns. “Hmm, a spitroast with her faceup ironically means she cant look at us.”
Sam shrugged. “Oh well, we'll have more than one go at her.” Arianna cried and moaned into her ring gag at hearing this. The pious girl was stunned by her enslaver's callousness. “Oh quiet slave.” He said, slapping her abused belly. He undid his belt.
Archer grabbed her silky dark brown hair, enjoying even that feeling as he held her head up. “Watch this slave, I'll be teaching you the proper use of your mouth and throat shortly, but I want you to watch this. Your body is property now, to be used by your betters. Samuel captured you, and enslaved you. He gets to show you your proper place first.”
Arianna's eyes went wide as Sam released himself. Fresh sobs as she cried like a girl, not wanting this fate. “Noaghck!” She cried out into the ring gag. “Esssack-aggghh!” She gasped out as Sam forced himself into her. It was all for his pleasure, not her's. He was rough, with deep thrust as he grunted in pleasure.
“Look at me slave!” He ordered, slapping her belly again, making her release a pain yelp. She couldn't close her legs at all as he ravaged her. Holding her hips as he thrusted into her. She sobbed, overwhelmed by the events, this pushed her over the edge into a sobbing shock as his thrusts became painful to her. “Oh yeah, nice and tight, she's perfect.” He said smiling.
“Good.” Archer said letting go of her hair and pushing her down. Suddenly Arianna had an awful taste in her mouth. She screamed in shock as Archer forced himself not only into her mouth, but also down her throat, making her gag and feel nauseous. Not that the Draconian cared. “Ah, nice, very nice.” He said as he started to thrust himself.
Arianna screamed and sobbed. “Let me help you out some.” Sam said, picking up a nearby crop and hitting her toned and tortured midsection. Arianna yelped in pain.
“Oh yes.” Archer replied. “Screams and sobs of a slave feel great on a cock, keep it up please.” Arianna was in shock, the pain and abuse was beyond any horror she could imagine as she was brutally spitroasted. The men took their time, savoring the teen's body as they pistoned into her. Enjoying her body, taking their time. “Swallow all of this slave, or else you will have your belly whipped bloody! This is a rule that every Draconian Master enforces without exception and every slave must learn. Do not spill a single drop!” Arianna heard this, not that she understood. But by pinching her nose and pushing deep down her throat its not like she had much choice. She was choking, she arched her back the best she could even as it was cropped. To get air she had to swallow. She wanted to hurl, she was certainly gagging; but she was a slave now, and by deepthroating her Archer gave her no choice. As all new slaves are trained, she had to swallow.
Seeing her body arch, as though a sacrifice of her belly to the crop, made Sam climax. Arianna was horrified as the men climaxed into her at similar times, using two of her holes. Soon they were done, pulling out. Sam cleaned her up as she sobbed while Archer made her swallow again, this time water.
She didn't offer any resistance as she was flipped on her belly and reshackled. The men recovered and switched positions. Archer groped her rear before taking her from behind. Sam roughly held her hair, forcing her head up as he made her keep her eyes open the entire time as he took his turn ravaging her throat himself.
They would enjoy her for two more rounds. By the time they tied her back to the pulley, back to her legs burning on the balls of her feet she could only sob, not struggling. Archer picked up a flog and started working on turning her entire body below the neck from brown to red. Her screams would often help them get hard, and they would take her. The went on for three days. Lifted up, her arms shackled to the pulley as the pistoned into her with her legs around them. Forced onto her knees to service her betters with her throat. Or sometimes taken to the bench and taken at both ends at once.
After three days she could only sob. There would be a fourth day. By then her body screamed, her mind filled with them telling her how she deserved this. How this was her proper place. How she was wrong for providing any resistance. She thought her latin body was in the worst pain imaginable. However in a few weeks she would learn just how wrong she was. But that was a memory she tried to keep repressed. Though it sometimes shook her awake.
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Arianna groaned as she felt her Master groping her belly. The reasonless punishment he had recently added made sure it was plenty red, just how he liked it. Augustus had his favorite slave dressed up in lingerie. A white outfit this time, with a strapless bra and thong. Her wrists and ankles were shackled. Around her neck was her slave collar and a leash. A small ballgag in her mouth was tightly fastened.
“Just have to review all the reports slave. Need to make sure we're keeping the proper level of product coming in correct?” He said mockingly. Reaching over with his other hand and squeezing her thigh.
Arianna closed her eyes for a moment. “Mmmmph.” She moaned into her gag. “Esss-massmpher.” She mumbled.
Her owner smiled. “Good slave.” He said as he clicked through arrow keys. “Have the blackmarket reports here. Want to check them individually to make sure they're all good.” He said, pulling Arianna closer to him with the leash and then by grabbing one of her breasts. “Doubt any of them will top you, but you're proof on why its so good to have the blackmarket. Imagine this body not being accessible to Draconian markets. Shameful.” He said with a chuckle. Grabbing a studded paddle and smacking it against her belly.
“Mmphihee! Esss-masspher!” She quickly replied.
“Good slave.” He said, clicking through reports. All the blackmarket slaves this time around were young females. They were almost universally female as she had discovered in the past year. “All of these today are very pretty.” He said as he clicked through reports made for him. Each had pictures of both the girl from her social media, looking happy, and then pictures of her after her enslavement and torment. As well as her information such as age, ethnicity, weight, and more. “Ah, here's one I've been waiting on. Pretty no my slave?”
Arianna tried to not look at the individuals in these reports specifically. Was too depressing to her. But at her owner's command she looked. Her eyes went wide. “Mmmmphhh!”
He laughed. “Yes, thought that might get a reaction. Pretty girl, Francesca. Biracial girl, very pretty. Frizzy hair, tight body, sensitive to pain. And a former teammate on your volleyball team.” Arianna had to blink back tears as she saw the report. Francesca, or Franky as her friends called her, was a younger player on the team. Arianna had been a friend, almost a mentor to her when she had come in. And now she was on the screen before her, a slave to be sold in Dracon. She felt her heart race. She had come to accept her new place in life, her enslavement, however brutal it was, was a fait accompli. But this?
Her Owner spoke up. “You see, you have such beauty, and are such an enjoyable slave. I looked into your past. Leader of two sport teams at your secondary school? Leader at your church's volunteer groups? A smart student? Too good to be true. So I looked into it some more, and my I loved the pictures, of not just you, but your teammates, and the other girls you volunteered with at your church.”
“Mmmphess!”
He slapped her belly once more. “Hush slave.” He said nonchalantly. “So slave. Over the next couple of years I will be arranging the acquisition of any attractive former teammates and fellow volunteers of yours, in order to be sold at auctions that specialize in such highly requested pieces of property. Your experiences are useful, these females have a decent variety in looks, ages, personalities, and more. Francesca here is the start, and by her looks I think she'll sell very nicely.”
Arianna struggled to hold back sobs now, which was something she had gotten good at in the past fourteen months or so. “Phhessmphh, massmphherr!” She said, tilting her head into his.
He just laughed at this. “Ah, they have a lot of videos of your old teammate being tortured. Very low pain tolerance like you it seems.” He held her leash close and forced her onto her knees. “Should be an enjoyable experience.” He said picking up a ring gag. “Will put you to work as I enjoy it.”
Arianna closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks. After a year of being a slave she thought she was used to the sadism. Of being tortured for her Master's pleasure. The mocking, the pain, the rape; being passed around like a pleasurable object at parties. Shown off barely wearing anything as a living trophy. The degradation into something less than human. She still cried, but she had been broken into an obedient slave.
This was fresh pain however as with the ring gag her Master made her work her mouth and throat. Listening as one of her best friends, who use to look up to her, screamed on the video. She could hear the familiar crack of the whip, making her shudder as she heard the crack, followed by the brutal screams and desperate cries. Her Master all the while simply getting hard watching it, commenting with callous nonchalantness of how nice her screams sounded, and how her body reacted to pain.
To him it was wonderful, and as Arianna swallowed he dismissed her to clean her mouth and throat and bring him wine as he watched it. Arianna did so. As upset as she was she was just a slave; and her Owner had given her a command.
She walked back over, placing the glass on the table and pouring out the high priced wine as her Master reached out to rub the smooth and toned brown skin of her thigh. “Such well trained property you've become.” He said smiling. “Fortunate that you walked in on that robber. This body is much better served here than toiling away at a depressing profession back in America.” He said with a laugh. “Soon, thanks to you; many of your old friends and teammates will be rewarded with the same new opportunity and revelation in life.” He sighed, leaning back and smiling. “Granted the Archon wants to crack down on the blackmarket after that meeting with the President. All because an Academy was raided.” He shook his head annoyed, giving her thigh a slap.
“Aghhiemmmphh!” She yelped.
“Yes, you kidnap a few hundred girls and your old country lose their minds.” He rolled his eyes. “Have seen the President’s daughter though. Oh how I would pay millions for her.” He paused. “Have heard some rumors about the Archon's son and her. Very interesting rumors.” He said staring off into space. He took out a cigar and lit it. “Very interesting. Will have to pay him a visit sometime. Me and his father butt heads, but we've always been amicable in our meetings.” He paused to taste the cigar on his lips. He smoked them slowly, never for long. “Yes, I could only imagine you and that first daughter tied together. Would make Aphrodite wet.” He said with a grin as Arianna submissively stood there. He just took another taste of his cigar. “Very interesting.”