slaverchronicles: enslavednightmares: Jack was a friend and in my work I didn’t have a lot of
slaverchronicles: enslavednightmares: Jack was a friend and in my work I didn’t have a lot of those, not normal ones anyway that didn’t know what I did. It was nice to not have to be on guard, just pretend I was independently wealthy and hang out drinking and not having to worry about talking shop…every man needs a break. Then Jack got into trouble. Apparently his wife and he weren’t getting along so well so he started getting what he needed elsewhere. No Problem. He’d found a little brothel in the next town run by a woman who, laughingly, called herself the Black Lotus who catered to discerning clients the most exotic oriental delights. I nearly crashed my car when Jack told me that. It was too cheesy for words. But, still, no problem. Then it turned out that Mz. Lotus supplemented her income with blackmail. Pay once a month or the wife finds out. Tell the cops and the Tongs hurt the wife. Problem. Jack told me “man-to-man” because he needed to tell someone before he had to tell his wife. He wouldn’t be blackmailed he said, and the only way to stop it was to tell the truth. Couldn’t let a stand up guy like that get screwed. So I went away on a “business trip” and spend the next two weeks on surveillance. Turned out Mz. Lotus was actually Amy Nance, a third generation Asian-American that knew about as much about the Tongs as Jack did. She had five beauties, friends that worked for her that were all in on it and got a cut of the proceeds. That meant six targets that needed to go away. She wasn’t open on Sunday or Monday so late Saturday night I got together a team and as were relaxing together and toasting their success with the “idiot boys” from the recent clients they could cash in on we walked in. Ten minutes later we walked out with six wrapped up packages. It was a six hour uncomfortable ride to the nearest training facility and once we arrived and had them all out of the transport she arrogantly told us that when her friends found out about this we’d be dead. The look on her face when I called laughed and called her “Amy” was priceless and she instantly realized I knew the truth. She was absolutely devastated. I then went on to explain to her what I knew and why she was there and exactly what was going to happen: training, beatings, electrical torture, rape, sodomy, and forced blowjobs. How they would be broken from the women they were now and turned into obedient little sexual slaves. Then piercings before finally a special auction for her and her little friends for sale to the worst masters that I could find. They all screamed and cried and Amy tried to negotiate but I just laughed. Then she said it would never happen, that they were too strong, that they would never be slaves. The way she said it was so arrogant that I decided that instead of training her along with the rest I wouldn’t train her at all. Instead I’d sell her “as is”, a special prize for someone. I left her on all fours however, just to humiliate her, and made her attend the other girls’ training. I loved watching her scream for us to stop and how we just punished one of them more, the more she screamed. She caught on quickly what was happening and was finally forced to witness in silence, tears on her face as, one by one, she saw the spirit and will of her friends ruthlessly crushed from them as they were forced to embrace their inevitable new lives. Finally the big day came and she was at the back of the auction platform so she could see the final result of her scheming. She was bound on her knees with her hands up her back and feet together. It was a completely and utterly submissive pose and it was made worse by her being in full view of everyone. I could tell that she hated it, and then hated it even more when I commented that she was in the perfect position for dick sucking. She glared up at me, but said nothing because at this point she had well learned that speaking out of turn just got her girls hurt more, so she stayed silent. Instead she watched as her former employees and friends were marched up onto the bidding platform, led by their new clit rings with convenient leash. They posed provocatively, bending over to expose their asses or wiggling their tits on command; dIsplaying their bodies exactly the way the auctioneer told them to. He was an expert at his craft and the resulting bids were fast, furious, and high. One by one each was sold and after the final bid for each the true testament to how complete their breaking had been was revealed for all to see. Each newly purchased slave, upon a single command, with a final desperate glance at Amy, and despite the obvious fear on their faces, crawled silently on her knees to her new masters and sucked his cock in front of everyone without hesitation. It was an act that served as final nail in the coffin of their former lives and any lingering hope they might still escape. It announced that they were no longer free, independent, and strong-willed women but submissive and helplessly obedient slave girls. At last it was Amy’s turn and it was announced that she was an untrained, unbroken, and arrogant slut that needed a strong hand. She punctuated this by finally breaking her silence and screaming in rage and refusing to be quiet while the auctioneer spoke. Rather than punish her he simply smiled at his audience as if to say, “See?” The bidding was even more spirited than it had been for the others but the final winner was never in question as I knew exactly who’s going to buy her. I knew A certain client of mine who specializes in taking girls exactly like Amy and has offered a special invitation. He is was sadistic, and cruel in ways even my other clients could not imagine but also ruthlessly effective. He would break her so completely and utterly that in six months she would be on our knees sucking cock like it was ice cream and offering any hole to anyone she was commanded to. She wouldn’t even be able to remember her past life, her name, or a time when she wasn’t a submissive and eagerly obedient slave girl. I watched as he walked up on stage and picked her up as is and carried her off to her new life. I spoke to Jack a few days later Black Lotus had pulled up stakes quickly, apparently. Probably those Tong connections he’d said. We sat around and celebrated his good fortune. Of course that still left him with the problems of his old lady. she’s a pretty hot MILF. I wonder how broken up he’d be if she disappeared? I’m putting this on my blog for a friend who is trying his hand at writing these types of stories. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. -- source link