Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 03:09:26 EST From: NPhillydogg@aol.com Subject: Rural SLAVES-14 (the SLAVE captives are; 19 y/o Jamal Hampton, 25 y/o Rick Donovan. 40 y/o Glenn Summers, 20 y/o Mike Shuur, 20 y/o Steven Collins, and 21 y/o Josh Robins. the slave trainers are; Wallace, Bufford, Titus, Skip, Cletus, Rafe, Clifford, Judas, Travis, Oliver, Horrace, 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!) ***SPECIAL NOTE*** THE AMISH -are a group (or colony) of settlers that separate themselves from the ways of the world. They live a simple life of farming and raising their families apart from outside influences. The do not vote or have any modern day luxuries such as; televisions, cars, washing machines, telephones, or celluars. They are; 19 y/o Jon Jacobs, 18 y/o Steward Jacobs, and 16 y/o Jonas Jacobs. Enjoy the story... _______________________________________________________________________ Rural SLAVES-14 'Cletus' Auto Shop'... Young Amish brothers Jon, Steward, and Jonas were fighting for their lives. Something awfully strange had put them on edge about the auto shop owner's (Cletus) behavior, as he kept them stalled by giving them confusion directions to their destination. While he was seemingly trying to make up his mind, youngest brother Jonas distracted his boredom by wandering about the grounds kicking rocks. He saw a face in a shop window that ducked down out of sight when he approached. When he peered through the dusty dirty window to investigate, he saw a naked man strapped to a contraption hanging from the ceiling, -a huge baseball bat sticking up out of his bare ass as if it had been speared straight through him in an accident. "JON!!" he called, jumping back from the window. Jon, Steward, and Cletus all looked over at him. "What is it, Jonas?" asked Jon, concerned. As he ran to his brother's side, Cletus grabbed Steward, and threw him down hard to the ground. Jonas ran over to Jon, then turned him around to show him that Steward was under attack. Jon and Jonas ran over to help their brother, while Judas was on the CD radio calling for back-up at the BUNKER. Cletus hit Steward. Jon tackled Cletus to the ground as Steward tried to recover. Cletus and Jon tussled on the dirt ground, throwing punches and fighting hard. Jonas jumped on Cletus' back, defending his older brothers as Judas came running out carrying a bat. He aimed it high in the air, prepared to crash it down upon the heads of one of the Amish strangers. Steward kicked out his feet, tripping Judas whom fell to the ground face first, losing the bat in the process. Steward jumped on Judas, fighting with all of his might. The fight lasted only a few minutes, before 2 trucks came riding over the horizon. They came to a screeching stop at the feet of the fighters. Bufford, Titus, Rafe, and Clifford jumped from one truck, while Travis, Skip, Horrace, and Brighton jumped from another. The fight was then over in seconds as the Amish brothers were greatly out numbered. THE BUNKER Slave Trainers 24 y/o Wallace, and 40 y/o Oliver, were overseeing 2 slaves (Rick and Jamal) while they showered. They watched from the doorway, discussing the future and comparing each slave's ability. Wallace watched them closely, his eyes focused in on Jamal's tight round brown ass. They were about to lose these 2 to a buyer, the owner of a trucking company that was looking for a few sex slaves to keep his men satisfied on those long road trips. He and a couple of his men were waiting to test them out upstairs in the "suite". Wallace felt his dick starting to harden, wanting one last taste of the handsome black slave's boy-pussy before letting him go. But before he could shed his clothes and shove his 10 onch hard cock up the slave's ass, all available staff was called to attention over walkie-talkies. "Oliver here, what's the problem?" asked the older Trainer. "We have a disturbance out at Clet's, we need all available hands there to subdue a few new trainees!" said a voice over the radio. Rick and Jamal looked at each other, this was just the kind of distraction they needed. "Wallace and I are escorting 2 slaves to the Suite..." explained Oliver. "Okay, go ahead..., the rest of us'll head out to the shop! Over and out!" "Okay you faggots..., shower's over! Step this way!" yelled Wallace. Rick and Jamal turned off their shower heads, and dried off. Rick lead the way over to the Trainers. "Hands out front..." said Wallace, pulling his handcuffs. Rick put his wrists together as Wallace prepared to lock them. Rick took a deep breath, then grabbed Wallace by the shirt, and threw him back against the wall! "AHHGG!!" yelled Wallace, hitting the back of his head on the stone wall. "Hey...!" yelled Oliver, coming to Wallace's aid. Jamal intercepted, clocking the older man in the jaw with a single punch. Oliver's head spun from the iron punch, and hit the floor in a heap. Then Rick and Jamal beat Wallace until he promised to submit. "Where's my friend?" asked Jamal, grabbing a handful of Wallace's hair as he yanked it hard. "ahhh...!" yelled Wallace, unable to grab his radio. "They're gone!" he said, flinching from the pain. "Gone? Gone where?" asked Rick, grabbing Wallace's crotch in a tight grip. "OWWW!! We..., we SOLD them!" he admitted, his balls hurting from the pressure. "Sold...?" asked Jamal. "You're lying! What cell are they in?!" he asked, pulling harder at his hair. "I'm not lying! We sold them a week ago! To a business man in Japan!" "JAPAN??" screamed Jamal, losing his cool and punching Wallace in the face. Wallace fell backward onto the ground, bleeding from his nose. They dragged the 2 men deeper into the shower room, then hand cuffed them together to pipes and turned on the showers to drown out any noise they may make to call for help. "Come on..., he have to get out of here!" said Rick, looking around for any other guards. He and Jamal grabbed the radio walkie-talkies, then ran out of the room. "Which way?" asked Jamal seeing corridors heading right, and left. "I'm not sure..." said Rick, thinking. "...they had a bag over my head! I think I turned left coming in here...!" "And I turned right!" recalled Jamal. "Let's just keep moving..., I don't want to be caught standing still!" said Rick, taking the right turn. The 2 men ran barefoot down the corridor, passing steel doors with black painted faded numbers. "These are the cells...!" informed Jamal, stopping infront of number #1. "What're you doing...?" asked Rick, stopping up ahead. "Alex of Symir could be in one of these cells!" said Jamal. "But the guy said they sold them!" reminded Rick, eager to get out. "And I'm supposed to believe him?" asked Jamal, unlocking the door and shoving it open. Officer Rick Donovan followed him inside. Inside they found a gagged 21 y/o Joshua Robins, tied down to his bunk with his ankles strapped wide over his head, -his bright red spanked ass dripping gobs of fresh semen, indicating that he's just been fucked recently. He looked up at the 2 naked strangers with wide scared eyes, wondering if they were new Trainers he hadn't seen before. "Look..., another one!" said Jamal, rushing over to the bunk to release Josh's straps and gag. "Wh...who're you guys?" asked Josh, sensing they weren't Trainers. "We're escaping! Come on!" said Jamal, running for the door. "Wait!" called Josh, jumping up from the bunk. "What about my friends? We can't leave them!" Jamal looked over at Rick, who stood ready to run. "We don't have time!" said Rick. "Please??" begged Joshua. "You don't know what they..., what they've done to us!" "They've been doing it to all of us!" said Rick, checking out the corridors. "We have to get out of here!" he said, turning back to Jamal. "We have to help them, man!" said Jamal. "Every second counts!" yelled Rick in frustration. "We can't help them if we all get caught together! We can do more by finding help, and coming back for them!" "They'll be gone by then! You heard what that guy said, -they SOLD my friends! SOLD them, man! To Japan!!" shouted Jamal, emotionally. Josh stood in shock. Rick looked around, knowing they were risking it all. "Okay, okay..., how many are there? We'll have to check every cell! That could take all day!" he said, running out into the hall. Jamal and Josh followed. They each ran to a cell door, sliding back the small metal window that was head high on each door. Cell #4 was empty, as was 5. "HERE!" yelled Josh, looking in cell #2. He unlocked and opened the door. "Got one!" said Jamal, looking in cell #3. Soon Josh, Steve, and Mike were all reunited. "Come on...! Let's GO! We've got to get out of here!!" reminded Rick, disappearing around a corner. Jamal and the others all followed. "Keep your eyes open...!" warned Rick, following a maze of corridors. Josh was holding his broken arm, which was mending well in his soft cast. "We may have to split up!" said Rick, coming to a fork in the road. "Bullshit! We stick together!" said Josh, huddling with his friends. "We don't know our way around..., if we get lost and go in the wrong direction, there's a chance WE ALL could get caught! But if we split up..., we have a better chance of SOMEone making it out!" The 5 men all looked around at each other. "You 3 go THAT way, me and him will go this way!" "But what if THAT's the wrong way?" asked Mike, skeptical. "Then you all go that way, and we'll go THIS way!" reasoned Rick, changing directions. "I don't like that option either!" complained Mike, looking in both directions. "We've got to keep moving! Pick a hall and run!" said Rick, taking off. Jamal followed. "C'mon guys, let's go!" said Josh, taking the opposite hall. The 3 best friends ran through the halls looking for an exit. When they came to 2 doors, they made another decision to split up. Steve and Mike took door number-2, while Josh took door number-1. It wasn't long before Mike and Steve found themselves lost in the maze of tunnels. "Shit! We shouldn't've split up! I feel like we're going around in circles!" complained Mike, feeling anxious as anxiety set in. "Wait..., look! Check this out!" said Steve, finding an elevator at the end of the hall. "This way...!" he shouted to Mike, as they both jumped aboard. Ascending up into the unknown, they tried to catch their breaths incase they ran into trouble. The mine elevator made a lot of loud noise when it ran, easily signaling it's use to anyone within range of it's echoes. It stopped in what looked like a hotel suite. 4 big burly truck drivers sat around, drinking beer, waiting for their party to arrive. When they saw the 2 naked white boys appear out of the ground like a magic trick, -they cheered. "Bout time!" said the head trucker, -the owner of the company, a big mean looking bruiser with red hair and a mustache. "We was starting to think you guy's were bullshitting us!" Mike and Steven looked at each other in confusion. "Sir..." spoke Steven, respectfully. "...my name is Steven Collins, I'm 21 years old! Me and my friends were kidnapped by a group of men...! We..., we need your help!" "Really?" asked the head man, stepping up. "You don't say..." he said, pulling a smokey cigar from his mouth as he slowly approached. "What did they do to you?" "They..., they...., they...., raped us!" admitted Steve painfully, hoping they would have pity. "Really, now?" smiled the big man, turning to look back at his buddies. "Why don't you show us?" "Show you...?" asked Steve, confused. Mike started to back away slowly, sensing danger. "Yeah. Show us your holes!" said the man. "Show us where they fucked you!" "They're IN on it!" said Mike, running back towards the elevator as Steve stood motionless. Two of the truckers ran after Mike, catching him and dragging him back into the room by his arms. Steve stood still as the truck company owner walked up to him, standing directly in front of him. "So how bout it, bitch? You going to show us your fuck hole, or do we have to MAKE you?" Steve stood paralyzed as the big trucker stood over him. He saw Mike being dragged to a bed, where he was roughly manhandled into submission. One trucker twisted his arms while the other pried open his legs, and the third trucker finger mauled Mike's tiny tight chute. "These guys'r packed full of cum!" announced the 3rd trucker, twisting his fingers around in the cum clogged hole. "Good, oughta make for good fuckin!" laughed one of the other truckers, twisting Mike's arm until it nearly "popped". Mike begged and pleaded to relieve the pressure, fearful that his arm would break. The truckers merely laughed as they added more fingers to his hole. Steve Collins received a vicious back slap across the face, which spun him around and sent him to the ground in one swift move. He saw stars, as his face stung and his brain tried to register the pain. "I said show me your fuck hole, bitch!" insisted the owner, -Marshall Hayward of Hayward Trucking! Steve shook the cobwebs from his head, then glance over in the direction of the screams. He could see the third truck driver unfastening his pants as he prepared to butt rape his friend Mike. Mike was screaming in pain as he was held down against his will. The trucker's big cock came into view as he pulled it's full mass from his tight jeans. He leaned in over Mike, and aimed his cock up to the cum clogged hole, then shoved down with all of his body weight. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!!!" screamed Mike Shuur, as his anal guts were quickly and painfully thrust through in one fast brutal shove. Steve knew to resist would mean more pain. So he decided to give into his new captors. He looked back over his shoulder to see the trucker owner standing behind him. Steve got up on all 4's, positioning himself in doggy style so that his ass was clearly visible to his aggressor. Marshall Hayward looked down at the spread white ass in front of him, and instantly felt his thick cock grow in his pants. He bent down behind the kid, placing his full hands on the slightly haired white cheeks, pulling them wide apart to reveal the tender red cum lined hole between them. Steve knew the inevitable would happen. He could hear the screams coming from across the room, and knew he and Mike had merely jumped from the frying pan, and into the proverbial fire. "My, my, my..., you certainly wasn't lying about having been fucked!" whistled Marshall, staring down at the sensitive fuck hole before him. He pulled the cheeks apart further, watching the anal lips open slightly to release a single drop of semen which dribbled down off the end of Steve's balls. "Looks like they loaded you kids up real good! I was expecting this to be a clean fuck..., but I ain't picky!" he said, chewing his cigar as he examined the hole closely. Steve felt on total display. He couldn't help but feel totally helpless as he sat there on his hands and knees waiting to get butt fucked. He felt Marshall release his ass cheeks, then heard the clink of the man's giant belt buckle as he undid the front of his pants to free his cock. Steve closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next. He felt a hand rest on the small of his back, as the other hand guided Marshall's huge cock head up to his anal lips. Steve clinched his teeth as Marshall shoved his hips forward, burying his entire cock 8 full inches in one quick shove. Steve let out a loud scream as his anus was tore into hard and fast without mercy. "Here..., this ought to shut him up!" said the truck driver that was holding Mike's legs open. He turned from watching his buddy butt fuck the kid in bed, to Steve whom was getting his ass creamed by the boss. The trucker named Dan unzipped his pants, and hoisted out a fat 6 inch cock that looked the size of a beer can. He grabbed a fist full of Steve's blonde hair, and yanked until he was looking up at the fat round head of his attacker's cock. Then Dan pried his dick between Steve's clinched lips, forcing him to suck it into his mouth as he fucked the young 20 year old's face. "Suck this trucker's cock, bitch! Take that dick you ass wipe!" "That's how you treat them, Dan! Use them like the whores they are!" insisted Marshall, fucking hard into the kid's ass. Steve felt like a stuck pig as he was viscously fucked front and back. Poor Mike was still screaming at the top of his lungs, his asshole being mauled hot and heavy by a viscous fucker. This trucker's name was Rock, a hard nosed ex-con turned truck driver with a big thick master tool which he loved to use to discipline his subjects. Mike felt the full weight of his attacker on his back, as he fucked into his brutal thrusts. MEANWHILE Rick and Jamal had managed to find themselves what appeared to be the entrance into the Bunker. They felt fresh air on their faces as they ran towards the air. They were on an incline, so they knew they were headed up. A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, signifying the exit was close at hand. This prompted them to run harder. Jamal was the first to reach the open air given his athletic training, as the hot sun beamed down on his sweaty body. "WE MADE IT!!" he shouted joyfully as officer Rick Donovan ran up behind him. "Now what?" he suddenly asked, unsure of their next move. "We split up again!" said Rick, looking around to see if there was any signs of life around. "Split up?" asked Jamal, looking out into the emptiness that surrounded them. "Ain't nothing but hills out here, man! What we supposed to find?" he asked, unsure. "I don't know! A car! A house! A phone! A radio! Something to notify the police and inform them where we've been!" said Donovan. "We have to tell someone, otherwise this can keep happening and happening again to other innocent people!" Jamal looked around in circles, squinting his eyes to shield them from the sun. "HEY! What's your name?" asked Rick, trying to get the college boy's full attention. "Jamal..., Jamal Hampton." said the 19 year old. "Hi Jamal..., I'm officer Rick Donovan!" introduced the officer, shaking the black teen's hand. "Look Jamal..., I need you to search for anything that will help get us located! If you come across a phone or a policemen, tell them where we've been and what happened to us! Tell them that State Trooper Donovan was taken hostage, and tell them to send in extra troops! Do you understand?" "Yeah...., yes!" answered Jamal. "Good! We can do this Jamal! We can get out of this alive!" encouraged Rick. He and Jamal shook hands again as a sign of solidarity, before turning and running in opposite directions. Rick watched the muscular basketball player run off into the hills, knowing that the odds were against them of ever getting out of this alive in one piece. He turned and ran in the other direction, looking for anything that would help him survive. A mile away, 21 year old Joshua Robins comes across a latter leading upward. He quickly climbs it, taking it up about 100 feet or more before he comes to a hatch. Holding onto the latter with his broken arm, he painfully reaches for the latch handle and pushes it upward. A bright light blinds his eyes temporarily as he pushes himself forward. He can feel the warmth of the sun on his nude body as he climbs out of a hole in the ground. The led slams shut behind him, lost under a pile of camouflaged vegetation. Josh cries from the taste of freedom as he looks around to get his bearings. He quickly climbs a large hill to get a better view. He scans the area 360 degrees. In the far distance he sees a smoke stack, indicating a fire or a campsite. That's where he figures he'll find help. Josh takes off in that direction, hoping against hope that help would be coming soon. BUNKER SUITE Mike Shuur is buried in the bed, his head face down being smothered while a wild truck driver is on top of him, plowing his meaty sausage into his recently virgin asshole. Rock is using Mike's head as leverage while he brutally humps into the young boy's ass with deliberately hard thrusts. His powerful hips drive his ample cock deep into the boy's cum filled hole, making him take the full length of his tool while he hammers him hard and steady. Unfortunately Mike's oxygen supply was diminishing while his ass was getting fucked from behind. He grabbed at the man's hands that was holding his face down in the mattress sheets, but couldn't get a good grip to save his life. He fought for breath as his ass was being plowed hard and heavy. Rock picked up the pace substantially as his balls banged against the 20 year old's cummy ass. "Fuck that faggot mother-fucker!" encouraged the other trucker (Lukas) looking on while fisting his hard cock in anticipation of what's to come. He watched as Rock power fucked the young man beneath him, slamming his weight down onto the boy's back and butt with deep agonizing strokes. Mike felt himself starting to pass out as all the fight left his body. He lay there like a limp rag as he body was fucked hard. He was just on the verge of suffocating when Rock yanked his head up from the mattress. An imprint of his face was left behind as his head was pulled back by his hair. Air breathed into his lungs as he quickly came back to life, taking in a deep intake of oxygen. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!!" announced Rock, slamming his pelvis into Mike's buttock as the cum ripped from his loins and filled the revived boy's bowels full of sperm. "Take that load, bitch! Yeah! Yeah! Take that trucker's cum!" he yelled, firing round and round into the throbbing hole. No sooner then he was done cumming, did he yank his cum dripping cock from the tight boy hole. He climbed around to the head of the bed, where he presented it for Mike to clean with his mouth. When Mike showed reluctance, he bitch slapped him until he accepted it. Mike took the cum coated cock into his mouth, tasting the sperm of many men who fucked him before Rock. Rock jammed the cock into Mike's mouth, making him choke on it while Lukas walked around back to inspect that ass. "Did a pretty good job back here, Rock!" said Lukas, spreading the fucked ass wide with his hands as he looked down at it. "Wasn't much to it man, the boy's hole was already stretched out when I plugged it! You'd think these fuckers would at least clean these whores out before sending them up to audition!" complained Rock, thrusting balls deep into Mike's throat. Mike's face grew beet red from the stress and strain. "Well considering we were only supposed to be auditioning ONE, I ain't complaining!" smiled Lukas, aiming his cock. Mike felt it plunge into his hole, but was too preoccupied by the cock down his throat to be too concerned. Across the room, Steve was being ridden like a champion mare. Truck company owner Marshall Hayward had Steve by the ass, fucking deep into his buttock while one of his trusted workers (Dan) plowed the boy's open throat. The men were on a mission to find a suitable whore for those long lonely nights the truck drivers had across country. Too many were being stopped by law officers for picking up female prostitutes along the roads and truck stops along the routes. Marshall figured if they had company (preferably male, so none of the men would be falling in love and fighting over her), they would be able to drive longer without having to stop for sex breaks along the way. He'd already employed 5 boys from sex slave runners, and was looking for one more to add to his stable. He was sure Steve would do, as he fucked hard into the boy's spread ass while holding his hips tight. But by the way Rock and Lukas was fucking the other one, he might be buying 2 boys instead of one! Dan was holding Steve's face tightly while he face fucked his throat. His entire cock ran the length of Steve's throat as he dicked him down long and hard. Steve only gagged a couple of times, before his slave training kicked in. Soon he was pleasing both men easily, taking dick at both ends as if he'd been tailor made to do so. The 2 men fucked in unison, pulling one cock out while the other sank in. Steve felt both his holes being ravaged at once. Luckily all the cum in his ass made getting fucked easier. He knew it would have been a lot more painful had the fucks been fresh. He was grateful for small favors. His mind suddenly flipped back to reality when he felt Dan's cock twitch in his mouth, before firing a blast of cum into the back of his throat. "uukkkkgg...!!" groaned Steve, taking each spurt as it shot into his mouth. Dan twisted his hair as he came in Steve's mouth. Meanwhile Marshall was still pounding at Steve's guts, watching his white cock disappear between the spread ass cheeks. "Get ready for your next load, cum bitch!" announced Marshall, shoving his hips forth to bury his cock balls deep while he came. Steve felt the cock twitch and jump inside of him, filling his aching colon with loads of searing cum. He felt relieved that the men came, hoping it meant the end of the day's torture. On the bed, Rock had gotten aroused again by face fucking Mike Shuur. Now he was humping his cock deeply between the 20 year old's mouth. Mike wondered if there'd ever be an end to this pain and torture. He felt his asshole being fucked from behind, and had to admit that it was no longer feeling painful. Had his ass become so used to cock that a plunging dick no longer hurt? Mike was intrigued when he heard Lukas say as much, bitch fucking Mike until he had them both bouncing up off the mattress like dolls. Mike felt the cock in his ass expand, then heard the man on top of him bellow a chocked scream as he came a gush of seed in the boy's bowels. Rock pulled his thrusting cock from Mike's mouth and started jacking it. He ordered the boy to open his mouth and extend his tongue, then he fired wvae upon wave of hot cum streaks across Mike's handsome face and mouth, painting his face in white goo. "I'll take them!" shouted Marshall, making a bill of sale johnny on the spot! Outside the BUNKER, 2 vans pulled up at the entrance. 8 men got out of the vans, along with 3 hog tied prisoners with hoods over their faces. They were rushed into the mouth of the Bunker, taken down into the deep darkness while would be their home away from home for the duration of their training! ______________________________________________________ questions and comments, mail me at NPhillydogg@aol.com