Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 20:37:28 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rural SLAVES-15

(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 cellulars. They are; 19 y/o Jon Jacobs, 18 y/o
Steward Jacobs, and 16 y/o Jonas Jacobs. Enjoy the story...
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Rural SLAVES-15

RICK
 Officer Rick Donovan had been traveling in the direction he believed to
be east. The sun was hot, beaming down on his naked body was he wandered
about the open land with nothing but hills in sight. He had no way of
knowing how much time had past since his escape, but he figured it
couldn't have been more than an hour or so. Sweat was pouring off his
body, sun beams were burning his bare back, shoulders, and arms. He'd
never drove though this section of town, as it was far off the path of
the main highway. So he had no real way of knowing what was out here, or
even if he was headed in the right direction. He hoped the black guy
(Jamal) or one of the other kids were doing better than he was.
 Rick stopped in his tracks, listening to the wind. He thought he heard
something, but wasn't sure what. He raced to the top of a hill, then
panned the area. He heard "It" again. Something in the distance. Then
over saw it. A few hundred yards away, running fast over a mound, were 2
dogs, hot on his trail. Rick turned and ran as fast as he could down the
hill. With no weapons, no clothes, and no protection, he would be easily
mauled by the dogs. His only chance was to out run them, but he knew that
was impossible.


JOSHUA
 21 year old Josh Robins saw evidence of life somewhere over the
landscape. He headed towards the smoke he saw a while back, hoping it
would lead him to safety and freedom. He was tired and weary. The sun was
beaming hot on his back and head. He was thirsty, and in much need of
sleep. The Trainers fucked around the clock, never giving you long
moments to rest while you were being forced to perform sexually. Josh's
asshole still stung from all the sex its gotten. It'd been leaking semen
since his escape. He wondered how he would be perceived by the strangers
at the smoke stack when he walks in naked, tired, hungry, and dripping
semen from his asshole? They'd probably shoot him on site, thinking him a
pervert.

 Joshua thought he heard something just over the hill he was climbing. He
squat down low, inching up the hill incase it turned out to be the
Trainers coming to look for him. He feared what they might do to him if
caught, he didn't think his poor asshole could survive another attack
with "the Plunger". He lay low as he reached the top of the hill. He was
just about to peek over, when someone on a peddled dirt-bike flew high up
over his head.

"YYYYEEEHHHHHHHHHH...!!" screamed the guy, soaring through the air with a
small trail of dust behind him. He landed a few yards down the hill, just
as another biker came soaring over. "WWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO...!!" he yelled,
landing on the other side, just as another guy, and another guy, and
another guy came soaring over.
 Josh ducked his head, trying not to be run over. When all the riders got
to the other side, they came to screeching stops. Josh uncovered his
head, looking down at the 5 guys looking back up at him. They were
dressed in jeans and protective jackets and helmets incase of falls. Josh
couldn't tell if they were Trainers or not. His first instinct was to
run.

"Who the fuck is that?" asked one guy?

"I don't know, dude..., why's he naked?" asked another.

 One guy (about 16 years old) took off his helmet, then stared up at
Josh.
"Who the fuck'r you?" he asked. The others all took off their helmets as
well. Josh didn't recognize any of them as Trainers. These guys all
looked like young teenagers, most of the Trainers were older.

"My name's Josh! I..., I was kidnapped by some men! I need to get to a
phone! Do any of you guys have cell phone?" begged Josh, climbing down
the hill.

"Cell phones don't work out here, dude. No range." said one of the teens.

"Who kidnapped you?" asked another teen, looking the naked boy up and
down as if his story smelled fishy.

"I don't know, some MEN! They still have my friends! I have to find help!
Is there anywhere I can find a phone? Or the police?" asked Josh.

"Damn man, they did a number on you..., is that.., cum dripping out of
your ass?" asked one of the older teenagers, walking around behind Josh
while he was distracted. Josh spun around, hiding his ass with his hands.
"You guys see his ass? Looks like he's been taking it big time!"

"You gay, Josh?" asked another teen.

"NO!" answered Josh, frustrated. "Those men..., they, they kidnapped us,
then made us do some crazy things!"

"Like what?"

"Please..., I need to get to a phone!" pleaded Josh.
 The boys all looked around at each other.

"Okay." said the oldest one, about 17 years old. "We'll take you to my
house. My mom'll call the cops for you." he offered, climbing back up on
his bike. "You can ride on back of my bike."

"Thanks man! Thank you!!" breathed Josh, finding help. He straddled the
back of the guy's bike, as they followed the other boys back up into the
hills.


JAMAL
 Jamal followed the tire tracks, knowing it might lead him back to the
main road. There he hoped to be able to flag down some help. He recalled
the last time he flagged down help, it turned out to be the crocked
Sheriff. Jamal knew not to flag down any more police cars, who knows how
many cops in this crazy town are in on this scheme?

 Up ahead, he saw what looked like a small house or a shop in the
distance. It renewed his strength, as he used his last bite of energy to
jog the 1/2 mile or so up to the structure. When he got close enough, he
realized he recognized this place as the auto shop he was captured at. He
hunched down as he approached the side wall. There didn't seem to be
anyone about. He snuck around until he found a dirty window inwhich to
peer into. Inside he saw a naked bound man, getting his asshole humped by
a huge dog. The man didn't seem to be one of the men Jamal remembered
seeing. This man's wrist and ankles were bound, as the dog humped into
him from behind. Jamal could hear the man grunting with each quick thrust
the dog made into him. He fucked the man hard and fast, holding him
captive with his front paws wrapped around the man's waist.
 Jamal watched as the dog humped several more times, then stopped. He
climbed down off the man's badly clawed back, then turned away from him.
They were still connected by the "knot" the man had trapped in his anus.
The dog saw Jamal through the window, and started barking. He yanked at
the knot, trying to force himself away from the man he'd just fucked.
Glenn (the bound man) screamed in agony as the florida orange sized knot
yanked forcibly from his dilated hole. Doggy cum drained from his abused
hole, leaking down the insides of his thighs as the dog ran out the door
in search of Jamal. Jamal found a baseball bat laying on the ground, and
picked it up to use as a weapon. He held it ready as the huge Greyhound
came charging out of the shop, heading straight for him. It only took one
swing, and the dog lay on it's side, bleeding from it's crushed skull.
Jamal threw the bat aside, then dragged the dog into an abandoned car to
hide the carcass incase the owners showed up. Then he ran into the shop,
so see if he could help the man and find the keys to the tow truck
outside.

"Hey! Hey..., are you alright?" asked Jamal, walking up behind Glenn as
he lay helplessly on a dirty old mattress in fetal position. Jamal
couldn't help but notice the man's hugely deformed asshole. It parted his
ass cheeks, and pouted outward while dripping a steady supply of liquids.
Jamal touched Glenn's shoulder. "Are you alright, man?"
 Glenn had long stopped rationalizing. He'd been fucked so bad and
brutally, that he was sure he would never survive the experience. He knew
he would die in this shop, as the sadistic men that bound him seemed to
have no intentions of ever releasing him. When Jamal touched him, Glenn's
asshole instantly dilated, pushing outward like a huge crater, waiting to
be entered. Jamal had never seen an asshole so fucked.

"Hey man, wake up! We've got to get out of here!" said the black teen. He
left Glenn laying on his side, while he searched the shop for keys to the
tow truck. There were plenty of keys, but most of them belonged to cars
that no longer existed or worked. Jamal was quickly growing anxious, he
didn't know how long the shop's owners would be gone. He knew his window
of freedom was severely limited.
 Just then he hear a car pulling up outside. He ran to the window to see
a State Trooper's car appear. At first Jamal smiled with joy, remembering
Rick's claim that the entire Trooper force would be out looking for one
of their missing officers. But Jamal's smile quickly faded, when he saw
the Sheriff get out of the Trooper car.

"SHIT!" he shouted, knowing he was in trouble. Jamal searched the room
for some place to hide. He saw a closet in the corner, and quickly ran to
find cover.
 A moment later, the Sheriff entered the room, taking off his old dusty
hat as he stood over Glenn's prone body.

"Still alive, ass wipe?" he asked, amused by all the abuse the 40 year
old could take. "Where's that ole dog at? Figured Brutus would be in here
humping away at your hole while his owners were down at the Bunker
helping secure those Amish kids! Put up quite a fight I heard..." said
the Sheriff, unbuckling his belt. "...they ALL fight at first. That black
kid fought, for all the good it did him! Bet his black ass is getting it
good right about now!" he laughed, talking about Jamal, and referring to
him getting butt fucked by the Trainers.
 Jamal watched and listened from the closet. He saw the Sheriff remove
his utility belt, including his gun and handcuffs. He watched as his
pulled off his pants, exposing his hardon. He reached down and untied
Glenns ankles, then rolled the man onto his stomach and kicked his legs
apart. He stroked his hardon as he stared down at the ruined hole before
him. "Looks like you've got no more life left in that back door, boy!
Looks like your use around here's at an end! Might as well get one last
fuck out of you, before I put you out of your misery!" he added, climbing
down onto of Glenn's back. Jamal watched him aim his cock up to the man's
ass, then sank in without any reaction from Glenn whatsoever. "Ssshhiittt
boy...! I don't even feel no walls no more! It's like fucking a giant's
ass!" complained the Sheriff.

 Jamal watched as the Sheriff fucked the man. Jamal would have thought
the guy was dead, except he could see Glenn looking over at him hiding in
the closet. Glenn just lay there, saying nothing and giving no reaction
as his asshole was fucked full one last time. After receiving doggy
dicks, fists, pipes, poles, and a baseball bat, a normal sized cock was
child's play.
 Jamal watched, waiting for the precise moment to emerge from the closet.
If he moved too soon, there was a chance the Sheriff could reach his gun
before Jamal could tackle him. But if he waited too long, he could get
caught when the other men arrived back from the Bunker. Jamal felt his
heart pounding with anticipation. He'd wait until he saw the Sheriff cum,
that way he knew he could gain a few extra seconds while the man was
disorientated from orgasm.

 It didn't take long for the Sheriff to cum, despite all the insults he
said about Glenn's flabby asshole. Jamal decided to strike then. He
jumped from the closet, bursting through the door with the element of
surprise. The old Sheriff's eyes sprung open, as he quickly reached for
his gun. Jamal had to maneuver around a tools cart and some other debris,
giving the Sheriff time to react. By the time he had a clear path, the
Sheriff had his gun pointed directly at the black teen. "Kiss your ass
good-bye!" shouted the Sheriff, pulling the trigger.
 Glenn flipped the Sheriff off his back at the last second, causing him
to mis-aim. The bullet fired into the wall behind Jamal, as the teen
tackled the Sheriff on top of Glenn. The 3 men wrestled on the ground,
until Jamal cold cocked the older man with several hard blows to the head
and face. The Sheriff lay on the floor unconscious, bleeding from the
nose and lips.

"Thanks." said Jamal, looking over at Glenn.

"My sons, Mathew and Brandon..., have you seen them?" begged Glenn, his
eyes full of tears.

"Yes. I saw them." said Jamal, feeling the man's pain.

"Are they alright?" asked Glenn, sounding desperate to know. Jamal
thought. It would kill the man to know his sons were already sold into
slavery by the Trainers, probably in Japan with Alex and Symir.

"Yeah, they okay. They got away when I did." lied Jamal, giving Glenn a
ray of hope.

"Thank god!" sighed Glenn, closing his eyes in relief.

"Look, if you want to see them again, we have to get the hell out of
here!" said Jamal, helping Glenn to his feet.

"I..., I can't walk! My legs..., I have no circulation...!" explained
Glenn. Jamal looked down at his feet, his ankles were red with cuts from
the ropes and wires. He was too heavy to carry. Just then, a voice came
over the CB radio.

"Sheriff, if you can hear me, this's Cletus! We on our way back up to the
shop! Seems a few of them boys've escaped! Keep an eye out for the
Trooper guy and that black kid, they might be headed up to the main road!
Cletus out!"

"We have to go NOW!" said Jamal.

"Go! Take the Sheriff's car! The keys are probably still in the ignition!
I can't walk, I'll only slow you down!" said Glenn.

"I'm not leaving you here, man! You saved my life!" insisted Jamal,
dragging Glenn out of the shop on his back. It took awhile, but they made
it to the car. He dumped Glenn into the back seat, then jumped into the
front. They could see a white van appearing around the bend. Jamal
cranked up the car, put the geer in drive, and took off like a bat out of
hell.

"Hit it, man!" shouted Glenn from the back seat, as Jamal put the car in
a spin, then took off down the road doing 100 mph.

"Ain't that the Sheriff's new Trooper car taking off?" asked Judas,
pointing at the white and blue car as it sped away in going east.

"Maybe he heard our message, and going to check the strip?" said Cletus,
pulling up to the shop.


RICK
 Rick couldn't out run the dogs. They tackled him to the ground a few
yards from where he spotted them, then they surrounded him while baring
their sharp fierce teeth. Rick couldn't identify what species of dog they
were. They looked to be a special mix. They resembled Rott-Weilers, but
with a hint of Shepard as well. They were huge dogs, viscous. Rick knew
his life was at stake. He rolled into a defenseless ball, to show them he
meant no aggression (much like a hunter would a bear). The dogs came
close as they sniffed his body curiously. One of the dogs circled around
to his buttock, getting his wet nose up into the crack of the Trooper's
ass. He sniffed and sniffed, getting aroused from the sex scents coming
from the man's ass.
 Rick wasn't aware of this, until he felt the dog jump up onto his back,
and start humping at his ass. Rick tried to fight the dog from gaining
access into his tender hole, but was quickly forced into submission with
the other 2 dogs growled in his face. Rick stopped fighting and gave in,
just as the dog's huge canine cock pierced his hole.

"UUHHH!" choked Rick, feeling the cock plunge in about 8 full inches. The
dog's front paws scratched into Rick's skin as he held tightly while
pumping. His hind legs sent his cock in deeply as he humped onto the
Trooper's back.
 The dog's full cock must've been about 9 inches long (human size). It
pounded into the Trooper's ass with violent thrusts. After several
painful minutes, Rick felt the grapefruit sized "knot" pierce into his
hole, punching through like a swollen fist. Rick screamed aloud as his
anus was broken into. He grit his teeth, fearful of exciting the other
dogs into attacking. He bared the brunt of the animal's attack, until he
suddenly felt his asshole flood with watery doggy cum. The Rott-Shepard
humped until his cock was spent, then he climbed down off the officer's
back. Rick groaned painfully as the dog pulled at the knot, trying to
dislodge. The other 2 dogs sniffed around curiously, awaiting their own
turns. When the lead dog finally broke free, another dog quickly mounted
him, shoving his thick fat dick deep into his ass. When the Trainers
finally happened upon him, they all laughed as they watched Rick get
pounded. "Serves him right if we locked him in the kennel with them from
now on..." joked one of the Trainers. That joke became a reality when the
dogs finally had their fill. The Trainers escorted Rick (defeated) back
to the Bunker, where they locked him into the kennel with their 6 dogs.
There, he would be ravaged over and over until his was covered in dog
cum.


JOSH
 The group of bicyclers road along the hills and winding paths of the
landscape until they came to a brook. The bikers all stopped, then
climbed off of their bikes. Josh looked confused, but was over come by
thirst as he climbed down off the bike and made his way to the water. He
bent forward on his knees, and began drinking handfuls. The biker teens
all stood back watching, their eyes locked on Josh's bare ass and leaky
hole which was on display for all of them to see. Several lumps formed in
the boys pants. Josh got up and looked around after quenching his thirst,
unaware.

"What are we doing here?" he asked, seeing nothing but vegetation and
more hills and trees. "I thought you were taking me to your house to use
the phone?"

"We will. But this is our hang-out when we want to hide from our
parents." explained the oldest teen, pointing at a cave hidden not too
far from the stream. "We have clothes, food, candy, soda, and cigarettes
in there. You can change into something before I take you home to see my
mom."

"Cigarettes?" asked Josh, suddenly dying for a smoke. "Okay..., I guess
your mom would have a fit if a naked guy showed up on her doorstep asking
for help, eh?" the boys laughed as they escorted Josh down into the cave.
 Inside was cooler than outside. The boys had lanterns for the deepest
part of the cave. When they lit it, Josh saw they had mattresses,
clothes, boxes of dry food and goodies, hand held video games, and other
things of interest. Josh approached the recreation area, when he was
suddenly attacked by the boys. He fought back as they grabbed his arms
and legs, and punched him several times to force his cooperation.

"What they fuck...??" screamed Josh, feeling ropes wrap around his ankles
and wrists. He was forced into doggy-position, as the oldest boy gripped
a handful of his hair and pulled. Josh screamed in pain as he looked up
into the face of his new captor. "What do you want from me?" he asked,
struggling.

"What our daddies been getting..., some ASS!" responded the 17 year old.

"Your daddies?" questioned Josh, feeling lost.

"Those guys you escaped from; Horrace, Oliver, Brighten, and Titus -are
our fathers!" explained the teen. "We know what they do, how they make
their money! But we can't work for them until we're 18, -so says our
moms. We all live in a trailer park not too far from here." That's when
Josh realized the smoke stack he saw, must have been from their families
trailer camp. There was never no rescuers, only more tormentors.

"So..., what're you planning to do to me?" asked Josh, sensing they
weren't interested in returning him back to their fathers.

"Simple..., we're going to fuck you! Just like THEY did!" said the boy,
unzipping his pants to pull free his 7 and 1/2 inch cock free. He stroked
his virgin meat, standing there watching the poor boy's asshole quiver
with sore anticipation. It didn't take long before he rammed his entire
cock in balls deep, slamming his young testicles against Josh's bare ass.
Josh screamed as his butt was penetrated yet again, this time by young
adolescent boys, eager to get their first taste of male ass.

"AAAHHHHH!! No, please! Don't...!" yelled Josh, feeling his ass fucked
again.

"Somebody shut this faggot up! Don, stick your cock in his mouth!"
ordered the older boy.
 13 year old Donny pulled out his 6 and 1/2 inch hardon, and shoved it
into Josh's face. When Josh refused to suck, the boy back handed him
across the face like he'd seen his father (Titus) do on occasions. Josh
immediately opened his mouth to be violated. Donny stick his cock in,
then fucked Josh's mouth with quick thrusts. Josh was forced to be fucked
front and back, giving his body up to the boys to fuck in absents of
their fathers. Being young, it didn't take Donny long to blow his load in
Josh's mouth.
 Josh felt his mouth fill with the nutty taste of teen cum. He swallowed
it as quickly as it came, an instinct taught by the Trainers up at the
Bunker. Donny was replaced by 15 year old Ken. Ken rammed his 7 inch cock
into Josh's throat, causing the 21 year old's throat to balloon outward.
He fucked into Josh's mouth as Marty (the older 17 year old) fucked in
and out of Josh's jock ass. He rammed his dick back and forth, fighting
off a heavy climax as his adolescent balls tightened in their hairless
sack just before he shot a huge load of thick teen cum into the bound
captive's ass.

 Josh was still getting his mouth fucked when he felt Marty pull out of
his butt. 16 year old Scott pushed in next, feeling Marty's cum load coat
his virgin cock as he shoved all 8 inches in quickly. He hammered Josh's
butt hard while Ken held him by the ears and roughly fucked his mouth and
throat. A solid 8 minutes later, he was hosing the man's throat with cum.
He was followed by 17 year old Marty, fresh from his first anal fuck.
Josh could taste the unmistakable flavor of old cum on the boy's dick
after fucking his ass already.
 Having just cum mere moments ago, Marty was able to hold off from
cumming a second time for a 10 full minutes before he fed Josh his
family's essence. Meanwhile Scott had already shot into Josh's tight butt
once (practically upon penetration) and was already working on his second
orgasm. He came in Josh's ass just as Marty was watering the man's throat
with his seed. They both pulled out, leaving both his holes vacant for a
moment. 15 year old Jared shoved his cock in after Marty and Scott had
already shot their loads into him. By now Josh's anus was full and
dripping tons of heavy cream. Fucking him was a breeze as Jared's 7 inch
dick slid easily inside. Scott let Josh suck his cock and balls, cleaning
him off thoroughly while Jared fucked him. All the boys liked having
their cocks sucked, but it was the ass that really enticed them. Josh
soon realized he'd jumped from the frying pan and into the fire, when the
boys fucked him continuously over and over again. After 3 to 4 hours of
trading places, they decided to head home to their various houses (their
balls completely depleted), leaving Josh tied prisoner while awaiting
their return. By morning, he was group gang fucked again by the horny
teens again. They washed, fed, and bathed him in the cave, keeping him
secret from their parents to be used over and over again. Josh wasn't
sure which scenario was worse; the Trainers (who fucked him one at a time
during half hour innerves), or the teenagers (whose cocks were smaller,
but often fucked non-stop around the clock until their cocks got sore)?
You decide.