Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 09:41:20 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rural SLAVES-11

(the SLAVE captives are; 19 y/o Jamal Hampton, 19 y/o Symir Jones, 30 y/o
Sam Lampard, 17 y/o Brandon Summers, 40 y/o Glen Summers, and 25 y/o Rick
Donovan.
the slave trainers are; Wallace, Bufford, Titus, Skip, Cletus, Rafe,
Clifford, Judas, Travis, Oliver, Horace, Brighton, and the Sheriff!
They keep the Slaves in an underground BUNKER where they kidnap and train
them for sexual slavery and servitude for profit!)
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Rural SLAVES-11

 17 y/o Brandon Summers missed his father and his 16 y/o brother Mathew.
They'd been separated from their father for weeks, but the one consoling
thought that always kept them going was that they (Matt and Brad) were
together, -despite their horrific ordeal. But now Brandon was beginning
to worry, as he hadn't seen Matt in a long while. The Slave Trainers kept
them separated in different cells, neither knowing how the other faired.
 Brandon was nervous for his brother Matt, knowing Mathew was younger,
and gentler (not that he was a street thug by any stretch of the
imagination). But after their mother's death of breast cancer, Matt clang
to Brad more. Brad wondered how Mathew was doing without him or their
father there to help calm him whenever the Trainers came calling.

 Brandon's thoughts were interrupted when the anal device being used to
butt fuck his anus automatically was turned off. He looked up to see 30
y/o Titus standing over him. The 8" dildo being used to keep his hole
stretched, was removed from the mechanical arm that was feeding it to him
as his own arms and legs were un-strapped from the chair he was strapped
to. Brandon thought his "auto-session" was being disturbed so Titus could
use a more "manual" approach to his training, but was surprised instead
when he was ordered to "get up" and follow Titus to the shower room.
There, Brandon met 2 more "slaves" (such as himself), under the spray of
hot water.

"Hurry, you got 5 minutes to shower up!" ordered Titus, standing guard at
the door.
 Brandon walked in timidly, then took the first shower nearest him
(ironically, the same shower his brother used just days before). He stood
under the spray of warm water as it beat cleansing against his aching
body. He tired not to eye the 2 strangers standing next to him as they
too showered, staring at him with curious eyes.

"Who'r you?" whispered 19 y/o black college basketball star -Symir Jones.
 Brandon looked the 6 foot 1 tall, 179 lbs medium muscular black guy
over, his eyes falling to Symir's limp but ample cock as it lay dormant
between his soapy legs. Beside Symir was 30 y/o, 5 foot 11", 170 lbs,
divorced/teacher, -Sam Lampard. Brandon wondered how long the 2 men had
been down here being tortured with him without his knowing.

"Bra...Bran...Brandon..." whispered the handsome 17 y/o, looking back
over his shoulder at Titus.

"I'm Sy, this's Sam."

"Hi." said Sam, the water running down over his back as he rinsed himself
off.

"How...how long've you guys been down here?" asked Brandon, curiously.

"I don't know. Me and my friends were kidnapped when our car broke down
in the middle of nowhere. We was bought here, and been here ever since."
explained Symir, quietly.

"Same with me and my boyfriend, -Kersey." added Sam in a low voice. "Our
car broke down out on route-5 some old geezer told us to take as a short
cut to get to Mount Canyon."

"Same happened to me and my boiz..." whispered Symir, catching the irony.
"We stopped off at a gas station for directions, and he told us to take
route-5."

"Same here. Old man? Weathered look? Plaid shirt, stewing tobacco?"

"Yeh." said Sy, at the coincidence.

"Well..., me, my brother Matt, and my dad stopped off at an old beat up
auto shop, when this crazy Sheriff and the 2 garage mechanics attacked us
and this other black guy." explained Brandon.

"That must've been my boi Jamal. Cause me and my other boi Alex was
caught together." surmised Symir.

"That's the one with the big 10 inch cock?" asked Sam, recalling his run
in with the 3 black men when he was forced to perform with them during
their capture.

"Alright girls...., shower's over! Bring your asses here!" ordered Titus,
cutting off the water supply. Meekly all 3 men responded, silently
following Titus through the dimly lit corridors until they came upon an
elevator. All aboard, they came unto a level of the Bunker none of them
had seen before. It was a large room which resembled a hotel suite with
chairs, couches, a large bed, a lounging area, and more.
 In the room was another Trainer, -Rafe, whom entertained his 3 Japanese
guests Ti, Kei, and Yokimo. They were sitting off to the side, drinking
champagne and talking to Rafe in their native tongue while Titus lined
the men up shoulder to shoulder to be inspected by the Japs.

 They looked them 3 captives over carefully, inspecting their faces,
bodies, cocks, teeth, hair, and asses. They made the men turn around and
bend over, baring the bare asses. Then they requested to see the Slaves
display their training, -on each other.
 Rafe translated the men's request, telling Titus what their guests
wanted to see. Titus showed the 3 slaves over to the bedroom area, then
told them to "fuck!" At first the 3 men looked befuddled, wondering what
to do. Then Brandon fell to his knees to worship his first black cock,
reaching between Symir's legs and pointing his soft cock up to his lips
and began sucking. Sam leaned in and started kissing Symir romantically
on the lips, as Symir reached behind and started cupping Sam's bare ass.
He gripped the ass cheeks, then slipped his finger curiously across the
anal pucker. Sam responded by sliding his tongue into Symir's mouth.
Symir flinched at the unexpected move, but didn't protest as he pushed
his finger into Sam's worn hole. Sam relaxed his hole, allowing Sy's
finger to penetrate his anus. He's had so many cocks up his ass in the
time he's been down here, that he was starting to feel abnormal when
there wasn't one in him.

 Symir felt Sam's asshole envelope his finger. He groaned in the white
man's mouth as they continued to share kisses. Symir hadn't kissed anyone
since before his was captured. The last time he kissed someone was back
at the girl's dorm at his college. Leslie Manning had been one of the
girls he'd been fucking since he started school. She was a basketball
groupie, who couldn't get enough of Sy's 9 inch piece in her pussy. He
kissed her goodbye the day he and his friends left school for the away
game in the neighboring state. Now Sy was kissing someone else. A man.
His first male kiss. After all he's experienced in the last few weeks (or
months, maybe?), {cock sucking, getting ass fucked, etc..}, kissing made
him feel the most gay!

 Brandon busied himself by sucking Symir's cock thoroughly, taking it as
deeply into his throat as he has any Trainer's cock he's sucked. In
Brandon's world (in his suburban neighborhood and high school), there
wasn't many black guys around. And any that may have attended his high
school were usually the product of a biracial union. They were usually
very light skin complexioned, not dark skin like Symir.
 Brandon always wondered if black men were more sexually amp than white
men, after all we've all heard stories. After sucking off all of the
Slave Trainers, Brandon was somewhat eager to give Symir a try, -and
being forced to perform a sexual act for the Trainer's Japanese house
guests was just the excuse he needed.

 He slid his lips back and forth along Symir's black cock, taking it
easily into the back of his throat every time his lips encircled Sy's
cock base. He felt the big black dick lodge into his throat, fitting down
into the curve of his neck like an uncut schlong.
 Symir groaned after several minutes of cock sucking. Up until now, he's
only been on the receiving end of a big dick. It was nice having his own
dick worked over for a change.


"Switch!" ordered Titus, his cock bulge pushing out a tent in his crotch.
 Brandon removed Symir's cock from his mouth and stood up, just as Sam
replaced him on his knees. He quickly picked up where Brad left off,
taking Symir's cock into his mouth and swallowing it all the way down to
the base. Symir reached back behind Brandon, and started fingering his
asshole as well. Like Sam's, Brandon's hole was equally easy to explore.
Symir suspected they all had wide open assholes after being fucked
repeatedly day and night by the myriad of Trainers that walked through
their cell doors (including his own).
 Sam bobbed his had back and forth, sucking all of Symir's hard cock in
display for the audience that watched merely a few feet away. Like Symir
and Brandon, he entered the Bunker with little to no experience at
sucking another man's cock, -but now, they all showed promise of deep
throat artists from all the new experience they've learned in such a
relatively short amount of time.

"Switch!" yelled Titus again, wanting to show all of their talents.
 This time it was Symir on his knees, sucking back Sam's and Brandon's
hard dicks. Sam's was a nice 7 and 1/2 inches, -it was a pretty cock
which Sam took great pride in whenever he used it to fuck both men and
women. Brandon's dick was a cool 7 inches. Symir went back and forth,
taking turns taking each of them in his mouth and swallowing them all the
way down to their balls. The Japanese men mummer amongst themselves,
pleased with all the slave's abilities so suck cock well. Now was the
time to explore their asses.

 Titus made the 3 slave men get on the bed on their hands and knees,
their 3 asses facing the spectators as Rafe called for backup. Wallace
walked in naked, his enormous 10 inch ivory cock leading the way. Titus
and Rafe stripped also, displaying their equal hardons. Rafe was 9
inches, and Titus was 8 and 1/2. All three men walked up behind the 3
slaves, and roughly shoved their hard cocks up the slave bottom's asses.

 Brandon yipped in pain as his asshole was invaded by Titus. The 30 y/o
Trainer had taken a slight liking to the 17 y/o boy, as he enjoyed
fucking him nice and long. Brandon held firm while Titus fucked in and
out of him, showing the perspective clients that their slaves were the
best money could buy.
 Symir smarted at the entry of Rafe's 9 inch "MAN". He'd felt Rafe's cock
in particular a lot. Rafe took pride in making sure Symir (and the other
blk slaves) learned their proper place as slave bottoms while in their
house. He liked sucking Symir the most, cause he made the most
significant change out of all of them. When Rafe first fucked Sy's ass,
he could see a fire in the boy's eyes that told him if they were out on
the real world, the situation would be totally opposite. But after weeks
of taking stiff thick cock after cock, even the strong would fall. Now
Symir was actually arching his back to get a deeper probe from Rafe's
mighty cock!
 And Sam was the most turned of all. A total TOP when first captured,
-now he couldn't get enough hot cock up his ass. When Wallace shoved his
10 inch pole up his ass, Sam merely grunted, and threw his hole back for
more. He'd been completely transformed from a top man, to a total and
unchangeable bottom. He reached back with his hands to pull his own ass
cheeks apart, so Wallace could fuck him ever so deeper.

 The Japanese men gathered around to watch the show. American slaves in
Japan would go for much money, all they needed to do was smuggle the men
out of the country, by passing laws and pass-ports. Once in Japan, they
would live their lives as the sexual slaves of many Japanese men looking
to fuck their first americans. White and black americans sold very well
in that country, blacks in particular, -as dating them were made even
more taboo.

 Brandon felt Titus' cock moving through him, declaring his insides as
HIS domain. Brandon had been fucked by the tall, slim, pale white sadist
before, he was well aware of Titus' ability to fuck an ass good. Laying a
deep penetrating stroke that left an asshole quivering and spitting up
gobs of cum.
 Titus held onto Brandon's teenage waist, and fucked until he felt his
balls start to contract. He fucked even harder once his orgasm hit,
sending scores of thick tiny baby making sperms into Brandon's developing
innards.

 Rafe heard Titus climax, and redoubled his efforts of fucking Symir.
Rafe liked nothing better than to watch his thick strong cock go in and
out of the spread black ass before him. Symir had a nice bubble black
man's butt, which caused Rafe's pelvis to bounce off of it with every
inward stroke. He hammered into Symir with a particularly hard stroke,
wanting his last fuck into the boy to be a memorable one. Symir bit his
lower lip, trying to keep in the yips and yells as his hole was
pulverized by one of the sexiest Trainers in the camp. After only 15
minutes (a rather short set for Rafe), he blew his load all up in Sy's
aching rear, sending the boy off with a gut full of his pure white bred
juice.

 Sam was in a world of his own. His cock was rock hard and spitting cum
all over the bed sheets, long before Wallace was ready to unload in his
anal gut. Sam felt the long 10 inch missile fucking in and out of his
invaded bowels, and loved every single minute of it. He threw his ass
back at Wallace, trying to get the 10 inch king to fuck him deeper. He
growled, moaned, and begged for more cock as Wallace held his hips to try
to keep him steady. Finally after about 14 minutes of hard fucking,
Wallace hosed Sam's inside with a huge spray of molted cum. Sam felt the
deluge of cock cream fill his anal canal, but was quite ready to give the
cock up just yet. He wanted more fucking, and begged Rafe or Titus to
fuck him as he waved his naked ass around to entice them.
 The Japanese businessmen were pleased with what they saw. They made the
purchase, signifying the deal with a bow of courtesy and a hand shake.
The Trainer's had managed to make another 3 deal purchase in as many
days. Almost immediately Sam, Symir, and Brandon were packaged, and taken
away by their new owners.


Not Long After...
 A few miles away, a royal blue Mustang sped down interstate-21 doing
140-mph. Inside sat 21 year old driver Josh Robins, and his beer drinking
buddies; 20 year old Mike Shuur, 20 year old Steven Collins, and 19 year
old Larry Mass. Behind them in a new State Trooper's cruiser with sirens
blaring, chased the Sheriff. He caught the boys speeding by him about a
mile back coming off the main highway, and decided to pursuit. Little did
the punks know, that a traffic ticket would be the least of their
worries.

 The boys were spoiled kids from well to do families. Friends since
childhood, they now spent most of their time enrolling in new colleges
they haven't been expelled from. In the car lay beer cans, cocaine, and
weed, -all the makings for a dangerous ride.
 The Sheriff knew he wouldn't be able to catch the boys alone, so he
radioed the garage ("Cletus' Auto Shop" -garage), knowing that Cletus and
Judas was there entertaining themselves with their captive -Glenn
Summers.

"Sheriff to garage, come in!" yelled the Sheriff into his radio CB as his
cruiser reached speeds of 120. He felt the wheels of the cruiser shimmy
as he took the bend in the road, the steering wheel wobbled as he gripped
it tightly with one hand. "Come in, dammit! Answer the freakin phone you
lazy good for nothings!" he barked, fearful for his life.

"Sheriff, this's Judas! Come in! Over!" he heard the younger of the two
garage men say into a CB.

"Hey! Get your ass in your truck and get out on the road pronto!" ordered
the Sheriff. "I got a car load of white-breads headed your way! They're
speeding at 100 easy! I need you assholes to run interference for me,
else they'll get away!"

"Roger that, Sheriff! On my way!" yelled Judas, grabbing his hat and
running out the garage door to his truck. He and Cletus jumped into their
old garage tow truck, and headed out on the interstate as commanded,
leaving Glenn behind to stew in the spent juices of their mixed seeds as
he lay bound half conscious on a frameless mattress.

 Elsewhere, the mustang continued to out-run the police car. Josh Robins
laughed along with his buddies as the Sheriff's car got smaller and
smaller in his rear-view mirror. He took a half full bottle of beer from
his passenger's hand, and tilted it up to his lips in celebration of
their grand escape. Just as he began to guzzle, a dirty rusty tow truck
came out of no where, cutting directly across their path. Josh slammed on
the breaks and turned the steering wheel to a hard left to avoid hitting
it. The mustang skid out of control, tilting sideways on two wheels
before flipping over 3 times and careening off a cliff.

 Judas pulled the untouched tow truck to a stop, as he and Cletus jumped
out and ran to the edge. The Sheriff drove up right after and joined
them. They could see the badly banged mustang at the bottom of the
cavern, smoke and fire already consuming it. Once the gas in the fuel
tank heated, the car exploded, sending metal and debris into the air in a
fiery ball. Cletus and the others climbed down to see if there were any
survivors to pick through. Sure enough they found 3 of the 4 occupants
hurt, but still alive and in good selling condition. The 4th one however,
died in the explosion. The 3 remaining boys were carried up the hill
(none too gently), and dumped into the back of the police cruiser and
driven to the Bunker for training and patching up. They might have to
sell the boys at a discount, if they couldn't mend their bleeding and
torn flesh. The tow truck returned to the shop (minus Judas, whom drove
with the Sheriff in transport).

 Rafe received word of the incoming arrivals, and informed the others of
their new cargo. With only 2 slaves left, they had to replenish their
live stock. 8 Trainers met the Sheriff and Judas at the Bunker's entrance
for the new arrivals. By now 2 of the 3 boys had regained consciousness
in the back of the police cruiser. They noticed they were handcuffed and
nowhere near a police station nor hospital, but were instead on a dirt
road leading nowhere. They demanded to know where they were being taken,
but was and heckled by the Sheriff and Judas who threatened to shoot them
of they didn't pipe down. They noticed a giant mine like entrance, and 8
dirty looking hillbilly men standing out in front of it as they came to a
stop. The back doors were flung open, and they were dragged out of the
cruiser against their well. 2 of the captives struggled to fight, but
were at a serious disadvantage due to their injuries as they were easily
beaten and taken down into the dark caves where they were stripped,
strapped, and treated for their wombs.

 Mike; had a concussion, Josh; a broken arm, and Steve; had minor
lacerations. All 3 would live, much to their regret. Rafe ordered them a
few days to recuperate before training was to begin. But in the meantime,
he had them fitted with metal nipple clamps, tight cock rings, and
dildoes, -to make assimilation easier, later.


Cletus' Auto Repair Shop
 40 y/o Glenn Summers heard the sound of Cletus' tow truck returning, but
was too tired and defeated to care. His mind and spirit had been broken.
With the damage done to his poor asshole, he could only imagine what has
happened to his 2 handsome sons (Brad and Matt). He missed them terribly,
and often imagined them safe and secure back home with their dead mother
-Adrienne, sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast before
heading off to school. Those were the thoughts that kept Glenn from going
insane every time his body was invaded with another cock, or fist.

 By now his asshole nolonger held any of it's original shape. It simply
hung up like a gaping sore, constantly bleeding cum and doggy semen which
were consistently injected up his ass by the shop's owners and their dog.
Glenn saw Cletus enter the small room that had been his prison and new
home for 52 sunsets. He watched carelessly as Cletus threw the truck keys
on the counter, then started to take off his boots and overall. Glenn was
familiar with every inch of Cletus' hair (usually unwashed) body. He
stared up at the 35 y/o man's hairy back and flat ass as he fumbled
around with items on the counter. When Cletus turned around, his ample
cock was half hard and ready for some more attention. He walked over to
the floor mattress Glenn lay on, and knelt down behind the father of 2.
Glenn didn't fight when Cletus pulled him up on his sore knees, exposing
his hairy ass. He felt Cletus grab ahold of his butt cheeks, pulling them
further apart than they already were. Glenn knew his asshole was ruined,
as it nolonger hurt when the men shoved their cocks up his ass to fuck
him. He heard Cletus whistle at how badly his hole looked, then heard
Cletus dunk his hand and forearm into the grease can sitting beside the
bed that they used to fist his asshole. Glenn braced himself, knowing
what was cumming next.

 Cletus punched his fist into Glenn's "O" shaped asshole as if he were
gut punching an enemy. Glenn groaned in brief pain as the fist shot
through his flabby anal lips, and lodged in his swollen rectum. With his
head flat on the mattress, Glenn was in no position to fight back. He
simply lay there as Cletus rammed his fist and forearm in and out of his
gaping anus.

 Cletus was a sadistic man, he loved for slaves to be ravaged until there
was nothing of them left to use. The last slave he and his younger
brother Judas used, they kept for nearly a year. He was a traveling
salesmen who wandered down the wrong highway looking for customers to
sell his vacuum cleaner bags to. The 45 y/o married man was fucked,
throat fucked, fisted, dog fucked, gang banged, and double fisted until
his ass nearly split in two. There was a single day that went by that he
wasn't fucked at least 6 times by man or dog, or both. Occasionally one
or 2 of the Trainers would stop by to stretch their legs and see Cletus'
toy, they'd always end up fisting and fucking the man also, as did Ike
and Moss from the gas station several miles down the road.
 Glenn was aware of Ike and Moss, the 2 men had stopped by the shop
several times for a quick piece of flabby ass before driving back down to
the gas station to look for more lost passerby's. With each new face,
Glenn hoped for freedom, but all he got was fucked more as his ass and
mouth became the public cumdump!

 Glenn felt Cletus' fist moving fast throughout his rectum. The shop
owner twisted his wrist as he plunged his hand in and out of the red
round hole that encircled his arm all the way up to his elbow. Glenn's
ass left NO resistance as the elasticity and sphincter muscles were all
ruined and shot to hell. His asshole would never close again without
surgery to repair it. Glenn nolonger hand control of his bowel movements
as well, what felt like the constant seepage of cum and doggy goo, was
sometimes waste that his asshole could nolonger contain. The shit would
ooze out in wet liquid form, mixed with a heavy dose of human and k9
semen. The men would clean him out with a water hose, then fuck him some
more, never giving him a moment to rest or stand as his legs became
useless at holding up his own weight.

 Cletus fist fucked Glenn's ass until his arm got tired. He yanked his
fist from the gaping, grease dripping hole, then plunged his cock inside.
Glenn couldn't even feel the massive 8 and 3/4 inch cock as it rammed
into him and began fucking like mad. His red whelped anus protruded
outward, encircling Cletus' cock like the mouth of a red volcano around a
giant torpedo. Cletus fucked in and out of the loose, wet, flabby hole,
thrusting the full length of his cock through the bloated rectum he and
his brother spent so much time training and preparing.
 Cletus LOVED his slave's assholes ruined. He loved being able to plunge
in at anytime without having to spent a quarter hour prepping it for
fucking. This way he could just walk in, strip naked, and fuck on sight.
No fingering, no ass licking, no kissing and coaxing into sex. It was
just -strip, -plunge, -and fuck (in that order). And every time Cletus
plunged his cock, the fuckee knew it wasn't over until his gut was full
of hot good ole american white bred CUM!

 Glenn felt Cletus gripping his waist harder, indicating that he was
getting close to blowing his stack as his pelvis slapped into Glenn's
buttock faster. Glenn's inside were nearly complete numb with irritations
from all the fisting and foreign objects injected up his ass, so he could
hardly feel Cletus' cock swell in his rectum when he was about to cum. He
could only tell when the men came by the way they reacted, or when they
finally removed their spent limp cocks from his dripping cumhole.
 Cletus rammed his cock in and out as fast and hard as his hips would
allow. Glenn cringed from the pelvic blows into his buttock, not from the
deep thrusts as he barely felt them after the arm length fisting he
received. He heard Cletus groan, then gasp for air as he suddenly shoved
his entire cock up his ass and held it there. Glenn knew by the way
Cletus thrashed, jumped, and jerked, that he was flooding his bowels with
another huge supply of auto man's sperm. Glenn couldn't help but feel
like used meat as his hole was cummed again. A quick thought of his 2
sons experiencing the same kind of treatment entered his head, but he
quickly replaced it with more pleasant thoughts of them at home by the
pool with their beautiful mother.

 Cletus ripped his cock from Glenn's cumhole after a few minutes of
letting it drain inside. Old cum, grease, and slime excreted from Glenn's
open anus after Clet removed his cock. Cletus slowly climbed to his feet,
then staggered off into the shop. Glenn remained on his knees, his numb
ass turned topside as if his body was locked in that position. Brutus
(the dog) came wandering in, and started licking up the slimy mess coming
from Glenn's behind. Shortly after, Brutus was on his hind legs, humping
away at Glenn's ass with fast brutal thrusts that sent his thick doggy
dick (and knot) through the man's poor rectum with no resistance. Glenn
simply submitted to his fate, nolonger looking to escape, and just hoping
that wherever his boys were that they were together, -and happy.