[Fiction] Forced into Slavery

[EllieDarren19]

Forced into Slavery

Hey guys,
This is a fiction story that I have wanted to write for a while. I decided to stop being a lurker and just reading other people’s stories, although I will continue to do that. I hope you enjoy the story. Any comments or suggestions are much appreciated.
Thank you,
Ellie Darren.

Chapter 1

My family all around me on the beach. All laughing, all smiling, not a worry in the world. That’s what I thought anyway. My two little brothers building a sandcastle, my mother reading a book, my father sleeping. I’m catching a tan like I used to do while eating the rest of my jam sandwiches. I smile, I’m happy.

A kick to my stomach soon wakes me up. I rub my eyes slowly, still so tired. I quickly remember where I am, that the dream was a distant memory. I look up to see that I am the last one left in the holding pen as well as my slave master looking down at me. The holding pen is where the slave master keeps his slaves that he is trying to sell. Currently there are around twenty slave girls in my slave master’s holding pen. My slave master is tall and an averagely sized guy with a lot of strength. He is bald, has green piercing eyes and a scar of his left cheek.

After a few minutes of him staring at me, he unties the rope from the ring on the floor. Each slave girl sleeps with their wrists bound and the wrists tied onto a ring which is attached to the floor. He holds the end of the rope in his hand tight. He coughs and said, “Good morning number 8499.” That’s another thing, each slave girl has a number, not a name. They say we don’t deserve names, we are a mere object to them, a number.

I look up at him and reply, “Good morning Master, how are you doing this fine morning?” We are taught to say this every morning, it’s not like we want to, it’s just easier this way.

He chuckles and yanks on the rope. I fall flat on my face. “Yes I am great.” He laughs. I manage to get up onto my knees. I look back at him. “Now bitch, if you are not sold today, you will be in big trouble,” he threatens. This is a daily occurrence. “Do you understand?”

I nod slowly, “Yes Master I understand.” I pause, hating this next bit that we are taught to say. “If I am not sold, I deserved to be punished Master.”

He smirks, “Good little girl.” He pats me on the head. “Now off to the showers.” He drags me along behind him to the shower room. We are already naked so there is no embarrassment out of the ordinary there.
He pushes me into the tiny cubicle and unties my hands. He ties the rope onto a ring attached to the shower wall and the other end to my collar. All girls have to wear a collar, it’s demeaning but we have no choice. I am in a training shock collar and have been ever since I got here a year ago. He says, “You know the drill. You got five minutes in there before I check.”

“Yes Master. Thank you for the privilege to wash Master.” Another thing we are taught to say. I push the button for the water to come on. Cold like always. What I would do for a hot long shower. I quickly get started by rinsing my hair and rubbing shampoo into it. As I leave the shampoo to do its work, I grab the shower gel and lather myself in it. Making sure to rub it into every inch of my body, every crease. I pick up the disposable razor which I swear doesn’t get changed often enough. Bearing in mind that in this slave auction house there is well over one hundred girls who all have to have showers in the morning and shave. I try to get the thought out my head. I quickly shave under my armpits and my legs before moving onto my pussy. My slave master likes his slaves to be shaven down there. I check quickly over my shaving job hopefully it will please him. I rinse my hair knowing I don’t have long.

I finish as he says, “Stop.” I turn off the shower and look at him. He unties the rope from the hook and leaves it to dangle across my back. “Out.” I walk out of the cubicle nervously. He circles around me, once, twice, three times. He stops in front of me, “Present.” This is a command that he has taught us. I stand up straight with my legs apart, the same width as my shoulders, and my hands clasped together around my head with my elbows out. I bow my head. This is the present position. He rubs his hands down each side of my body. He stops. He quickly inserts two fingers into my pussy and feels around. I manage to hold my position without squirming. He takes the fingers out and sticks them into my mouth. “Suck.” I suck his fingers clean. He continues looking at my pussy, inspecting my shaving job. Eventually he says, “All clear.” The set of words that lets me move out of position. I stand up straight, I look at him. He grabs the end of the rope. “Let’s go.” I follow him out to the main auction hall. We walk over to his section of slave girls. He attaches the piece of rope to the ring on the ground. “Sit down now.” I sit down cross legged to be in line with the other girls. He walks away to chat with the other slave masters before the auction house opens to the public.

This is my normal morning routine.

[EllieDarren19]

Chapter 2

My slave master walks over to his line of slave girls. He stands up against the wall facing us all. “Now listen up idiots.” I look up, not looking at the rest of the girls. He pauses for a long time, as if he is waiting for someone. He walks over to a girl around six spaces away from me. I turn to look at her. I don’t recognise her, she must be new. She is white, looks very young with black hair and green eyes. She had a gag on already so she must have recently spoke back to him. She is looking the opposite way to him, looking around the auction hall scared. I feel sorry for her, I wonder if she even knows about this command, I wonder if this is her first day.

He grabs her ponytail and pulls it close to the floor making her look up at him. He says angrily, “I said to listen up.” She shakes her head frantically trying to get out of his grip. He keeps a firm grip. “Stop.” She carries on. He screams, “I said fucking stop!” She stops nervously with a few tears rolling down her face. He lets go of her hair, unties the rope on the ring and holds it in his hand. He yanks at it, “This way, now.” He walks back against the wall where he was standing to begin with, dragging her along with him. He leans against the wall, “Get onto your hands and knees.” She does as she is told. “Now, you,” he points at the girl next to me, “What must you do if I tell you to listen up?”

She says nervously, “You must stop what you are doing and look up at you Master.”

“Correct number 1945,” he says as he nods. “And you,” he points at me, “What happens if you don’t follow an order?”

I pause nervously, knowing this girl is going to be in a lot of trouble. “You get punished Master.”

He nods, “Correct.” He looks down at the girl who by this time is crying her eyes out. “Do you understand that?” She doesn’t say anything, I mean she can’t, but she doesn’t nod either. He picks her up by her collar and pins her up against the wall. He says angrily, “I said do you understand that?!” She nods slowly. “Good, maybe you will remember next time. Now stop crying like a baby for God’s sake!” She tries to stop crying but she is just too emotional.

He turns her over, still pinned up against the wall, but so her bum is on show. I know what’s coming, I hate watching him do this to us, but I can’t do anything about it, not really. He smacks her hard on her left cheek. She lets out a muffled scream. It has left a mark already. He smacks her again on the right cheek. She screams again. He laughs as he does this. He spanks her with his hand about twenty times on each cheek before he stops. He lets go of her collar and she drops to the floor. “Maybe now she will remember, ay?” He says looking at us all, we all nod. He kicks her bum which is already sore from the spanking. “Get back in line bitch.” She crawls over to her space and he attaches the rope back to the ring in the floor.

He walks back over to the wall like nothing has happened. He continues on from earlier, “I want you all to be on your best behaviour, we need to get you all sold and out of my hands. And remember if you are not sold, you will be punished tonight.” He looks over to the new girl, just as the auction hall opens for business.

The morning of the auction was rather uneventful for me. A few of the other girls within my slave masters group had some interest but no one was sold. The alarm sounded, it was a piercing and loud noise but it meant lunch time. Lunch was our only food of the day, unless you earned a reward. However these were extremely rare and normally not food. All the buyers could still wander around and take part in sales. This was the most exciting time of day for me personally, food. The dinner ladies come out with our food in big pots ready to serve up. The head dinner lady, a fat and short women with grey hair and blue eyes, says, “Today’s food is cold soup left over from all your slave masters feast last night.” They loved rubbing our faces in it, a few of the girls grunt and moan. I know better not to. The slave masters get our portions for us and bring them over to eat.

My slave master brings me over a rather big bowl of soup and places it in front of me. He chuckles, “Enjoy.”

I smile, “Thank you Master for allowing me to eat.” Another thing we are taught to say. I hate it, it’s like I have the right to eat, why I am thanking him for it. I don’t say anything.

I just sit and wait for the rest of my slave master’s girls to receive their food. I notice the new girl hasn’t got a bowl in front of her, this must be a punishment from him. We look up at him, waiting for his nod of approval to eat. After what feels like forever, he nods. I lower my head to the bowl and begin licking up the cold soup as we have no cutlery. We are not allowed it, it’s a privilege. I reckon the soup would have been really nice if it was warm and had a bit of bread. I try not to think about it and I am soon finished. I raise my head and look towards my slave master, waiting for everybody else to finish. When every girl in the hall is finished, the bowls are cleared away and the afternoon session of the auction hall can begin.

[Bdsmmsdb]

not a bad start, what does the main character look like?
how did she get in this situation?

[EllieDarren19]

Originally Posted by Bdsmmsdb

not a bad start, what does the main character look like?
how did she get in this situation?

Thanks haha. You find out in the next chapter, which I have already written. I didn't want to out right say, it wanted you guys to find it out slowly. But yeah, next chapter will answer both those questions. Probably put it up in a few hours for you all to enjoy

[EllieDarren19]

Chapter 3

It was about half way through the afternoon session while someone finally came over and took some interest in me. This man stood in front of me, I could see his shoes, for ages before he said, “Look at me.” I look up nervously. He was a young man with blonde fluffy hair and blue eyes. I could see his muscles through the t-shirt he was wearing. He is holding the leaflet about me in his hands. “Stand up.” I look over to my slave master who nods slowly. I stand up, not wanting to get in trouble. This man smirks, “Lovely.”

He pauses, opens the leaflet and begins to read. “A young girl with brown medium length hair and little blue eyes. A button nose and averagely sized lips.” He looks up at me and nods before continuing. “She has rather tanned skin tone. As well as this she is a little chubby.” I am slightly annoyed, I hold myself back from saying anything. He looks at me and chuckles. He knows I am getting annoying, it’s almost like it’s on purpose. “She was taken away from her family consisting of her father, mother and two younger brothers because they needed the extra money to survive.” He sniggers. I want to punch him, I want to physically hurt him. I hate people talking about my family. I resist. “They got rid of you out of everybody because they hated you the most.” He chuckles. “They could have got rid of your stupid mother or little dickheads you call brothers.” I try to hold it back. “A little poor insignificant family, we should just kill them all off.” He smirks.

I had enough. I snapped, “Don’t talk about my family like that!” My face red with rage.

He laughs, “Why what you going to do about it, ay?”

My breathing speeds up, “I am going to fucking kill you.” I nearly went for him, I stayed back.

He laughs and claps slowly winding me up. He walks closer to me. “No wonder your own family didn’t want you, look at you. You are weak. They were probably fine with money, just wanted you out.”

I lunge forward for him, for his neck. I begin strangling him. He smirks and whispers, while struggling to breathe, “I only wanted to wind you up, get you into a bit of trouble.” My slave master grabs my training collar remote from his pocket and clicks the bottom sending a shock through my body. I fall down lying on the floor as well as the man winding me up. He walks over to me and picks me up by my collar.

“What the hell do you think you are doing you bloody idiot?!” He slams and holds me up against the wall. He takes a gag ball out of his pocket and puts it on me before I can say anything. “You are such a stupid little object, you are pointless, worthless.” He says getting more annoyed by the minute. “How would you like it if someone strangled you, ay?!” I can’t say anything, I am so annoyed at that man for winding me and at myself for falling into the trap. “I know I know, shall we fucking try it?!” He places both his hand round my neck and begins to squeeze tightly. I quickly turn blue struggling to breath. When I think I am about to die, my slave master lets me drop to the floor. “Was that nice?! No didn’t think so.” He kicks me in the stomach, “Up,” he says with every kick. I stand up slowly, still trying to catch my breath. He pauses staring at me. “Corner time for you I think.” He pushes me to the nearest corner and attaches me to the corner in the spread eagle position, front of me facing everybody, with the rings that are attached to the wall. I felt completely humiliated and embarrassed, my face was bright red because of this. Everybody can see all of me, there was no hiding, I was completely on show. My slave master looks back at his handiwork and smiles.

The man that was winding me up says, “I love it,” as he smirks and chuckles along with my slave master.

“If you love this, wait for the next part.” He smiles, “This is nowhere near a good enough punishment for what she did to you.” My slave master runs off in excitement, I wait nervously. He returns with the nipple clamps and chain set as well as with a hook and weights set. He looks up at me, “Now for the best part.” He attaches the clamps to my nipples and let the chain run between each clamp. I gasp and scream, a muffled scream, in pain. He smirks, “And that wasn’t even the worst of it.” He puts the hook on the chain and adds two weights to it. “Have fun number 8499. Have fun.” He smiles and walks off back to his other girls.

The pain is too much, I can’t cope. The weights are tugging at my nipples, I feel like they are just going to rip off. I wonder how much longer I will be here for, I wonder if I can cope. This is without even thinking about the humiliation I am under. I just can’t.

[Bleater]

great story, i'm waiting for more

[Kytten]

So far I have read four chapters, wow my heart racing, my breath is deep and its got me going... I love your story and look forward to reading more.

[Kytten]

I finished reading all of what you have wrote so far, wow I can not wait for more, I am a very visual person who can put myself into character as I read and you story has done this for me. I really like it