Another horrible day in the life of Slave 813
She sleeps lightly perched on the small bit of concrete overhang that frames the bottom of the barred window of cell #17.
She is slave #813 now, her old name long replaced, just like all the other girls and women, which have come thru here before. Poor suffering enslaved females, who etched their names into the wall of cell #17, in the faint hope of being remembered.
Her real name having never been uttered by a soul since her unwilling recruitment into the degrading and sordid world of severe sex slavery over three years ago.
Now she goes by #813, or slave, or slut, or whore, or just plain old ‘useless cunt’, which is what most of the sadistic guards gleefully shout at their terrified charges before doing something utterly despicable to them.
In this secreted away and heavily guarded flesh warehouse, well really a prison, she is one of the rare lucky sex slaves. If you could call her that.
Lucky in that she spends her days shackled and allowed to sit. Albeit with the most limited amount of comfort, in the small stone window of her small concrete cell.
Her ‘comfortable’ surroundings earned by being so utterly complaint and willing to endure what ever sick perverted fantasies the guards dream up and make her perform.
The view from her cell is a disparaging one of the dirt covered punishment courtyard. Where every sick hour of every horrific day, numerous women and even young girls, are horrendously abused. And new arrivals are traumatized into submission by their so called ‘trainers’.
Her permanent welded on collar is chained with a short set of links to a metal anchor directly above her head. Her hands in steel shackles too are linked by a short chain to her bolted-on ankle irons.
The keys to her freedom always dangling tantalizingly close, a mental torture the guards of the ‘Training and Trading’ facility delight in inflicting on their unwilling captives.
Keeping them well abused and in an endless state of petrified fear, waiting for the next horrific round of being ‘rented out’ to wealthy perverted and sadistic clients.
Or until they are dragged off to the auction block and humiliatingly sold off to the highest bidder. Who is usually one of the same monstrous sadists who have rented them out on some previous sordid visit.
Not completely satisfied with how much abuse they heaped on the captive females, the first rented out go around. Many of the deviant bastards love to come back and buy the ones they wish to utterly defile and violate to the extreme.
To purchase them and ship them home, so the enslaved female can be ‘enjoyed’ by their new owner. Degrading and defiling them to the max, unfettered by time restrictions or even the barely existent moral constraints of the facility, which proclaims to be, ‘A Snuff Free Environment’
Some girls, like Slave 813 have passed through this nightmare facility numerous times. Their owners selling them after months or even years of enforced sexual service. Then trading them like cattle through this facility when they grow tired of the hearing the same screams and begging voices.
These well used ‘products’ are auctioned off along with new arrivals. Pleading and begging females of all ages and very vocal if they aren’t brutally gagged. These females, freshly abducted off the streets of some far away city, are brought unwillingly into the secret facility in various states of undress and duress.
The sobbing and pleading women being unwillingly cast into this new life of humiliation and depravation. Their body and spirits broken over months and then sold, like pieces of meat.
Slave 813 stirs and then snaps her eyes open as a blood curdling screams shocks her awake. She really should be used to the sudden wails of the women being punished in the courtyard.
But every time one, or in this case two, bawling women are strung up by their wrists to the whipping post and beaten savagely with the bull whip, she can’t help but shiver and tremble in fear of when it might be her turn, again.
Terrible sounding cracks of leather on skin and the sadistic guards roaring laughter, mix with the horrible wailing and screaming sounds of the two young women being whipped repeatedly.
Slave 813 looks out only briefly and realizes they are new arrivals, based on their unbranded flesh and protesting shouts and screams. The bright sunny fabric of what were once pretty sundresses hang in tatters off their toned bodies. Their underwear shredded to pieces and wrapped around their cuffed ankles.
Their untanned flesh now exposed to the guards and trainers. A pair of guards trade off the whipping duties, but not before cupping and groping the crying women’s soft freshly exposed tits and bare pubic mounds.
One of the women screams and begs the guard to stop. His thick fingers now curved and jabbing up into her tight slit. Slave 813 shakes her head and wishes for the innocent and ignorant girl to shut up.
Freshly abducted and totally unaware of what hell awaits them, she knows that they soon will never protest again. Slave 813 involuntarily winces and shudders as she watches the bull whip crack through the air and land perfectly again and again, across both jiggling breasts of the now flailing and howling, protesting young woman.
Instantly long thick red marks appear across the sobbing woman’s chest. Slave 813 even notices minute rivulets of blood beginning to trickle from the woman’s shredded nipples as the guard’s aim stays true and the whip keeps cracking across the screaming female’s breasts.
Averting her eyes from the atrocities occurring outside, she looks back down to the floor. Not even flinching as a rat scurries across her foot. It stops to steal a crumb from what was left of her one putrid meal of the day, and then scoots off into its home in the wall. Such is her life now.
Moving her sore bottom on the small window sill, trying to find a bit of comfort, she sees that the guards have stopped their seemingly endless whipping of the two young women. Both of the young victims, sag hopelessly in their restraints. Quite possibly passed out, 813 realizes.
Their bound bloody wrists are the only thing holding them up. Their heaving chests covered in blood red slashes. Their lower torsos and pubic mounds crisscrossed with an equally appalling number of swollen bloody whip marks.
One guard laughs loudly at something the other has said. His next reaction being the standard one that a guard on whipping duty takes. He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect thick cock. With no pretense of giving a shit, he grabs both legs of one of the women and hauls them up around his waist by his muscular arms.
With a huge grunt from himself and a hopeless moan from his captive, he drills his hips straight up in between her wounded thighs and begins fucking the poor creature with a ferocity that even makes Slave 813 shudder. The shock waves of his jack hammering hips, actually visible in the flesh of the bound woman he is currently raping.
A large group of guards enters the courtyard and soon both women are dangling by just their wrists, their legs held up and pulled apart by pairs of laughing and shouting guards. All the while a line of men forms to each have their turn with the once again screaming and pleading young women.
Cramming large gags into each of the now hysterical women’s mouths, the guards taunt their new arrivals and twisting their ravaged bodies around, they begin to assault each distressed and howling female anally. The depraved bout of sodomy, a whole new level of horror for the crying and screaming women.
Hours later, the pitiful sobs of the two courtyard victims have stopped. Their unconscious bodies now shackled in thick metal steel rings. A guard takes advantage of this time to weld on their new permanent steel collars. Preparing to brand them he is stopped by the facility commander.
“Don’t brand or pierce them now, wait till the stupid cunts are awake and then gather us all around. I want to make it a good party for everyone.” He chuckles. “And I see you prepped the pillory. What’s the plan there for tonight?”
The guard then glanced over at Slave 813’s cell window. With an evil smirk aimed straight at her, he answered the commander.
“The night commander wants to have some fun tonight and reward the night shift. Figures we put one in the pillory, whip her ass up good, impale her pussy and then let the men fuck her ass all night long.”
Slave 813 bows her head and shivers at the thought. She glances at her bloody knees and knows it will only be a matter of time until the night shift does arrive, and the sadistic men start making their way through the various cells.
Eventually entering her filthy little cell and forcing her onto battered knees. Gleefully making her orally service them for fear of being wrenched from her cell and delivered to the whipping post in the courtyard.
But lost in her anxious scared thoughts, she does not hear the commander reply to the guard, “Good choice, that piece of ass in cell 17 is a delight to sodomise, I think I will call my wife and tell her I will be home late tonight.”
Patting the commander on the shoulder, the guard chuckled too, “Think I will call mine too. I was supposed to pick up the twins from their after school ballet class, but I will get the wife to pick them up.”
“Sounds good Fred, now let’s go get the little slut and drag her out here. We can slip in a quick fuck or two before the others arrive.”
Slave 813 has tears running down her face as the guard painfully grips her chin.
“Open up you stupid cunt, it’s gag time!” he laughs, as he rams the mouth filling penis head gag into her forced open mouth.
It fills up her mouth and muffles her panicked sobs as the commander takes the keys from the wall and unlocks her neck chain. He then locks a chain and leather leash apparatus to her collar and pulls her away from the window.
She was expecting to be back on her knees again and sucking every guards cock for the night. She did not expect to be leashed and dragged from her cell. But that is what is happening as she awkwardly shuffles along, hobbled by the short chain, connecting her bolted on ankle shackles.
Following the taunting and mocking guards, she cannot hold back the anxious frightened tears. She groans into her gag, as a guard coming up behind her, smacks his large hand dead over her number brand burned permanently into her bum..
Bent over, because she cannot straighten up due to the short chain running from her cuffed wrists to her shackled ankles, her bum gets copious swats and slaps as she is led hunched over along the long dingy corridor.
The last two doors coming into view cause her heart to begin racing. The door on the left leads to the courtyard, the door on the right to the sales floor.
Slave 813 can see just ahead of her, a young girl being dragged out of her cell, gagged also and arms bound tightly behind her back with multiple leather straps. She is led through the door on the right. A roar of men’s voices blast out of the open doorway.
The lone girl disappears, but gives one last frightened look down the corridor to Slave 813. The terror and hopelessness in her teenage eyes obvious and making 813 remember her terrified first time on the auction stage.
Slave 813 shudders at the humiliating memory, her mind now racing. Is this it finally? Is she being taken to the sales floor to be auctioned off?
After months being chained up in this hell hole can she hope for something a little better? The commander stops and tugs hard on Slave 813’s leash. Roughly manhandling her naked body, he makes her face the door to the sales floor.
She can feel his hot breath on the side of her tear stained face as he leans in. The guard behind her is running his rough hands up and down her ass crack. Squeezing and digging his fingers with bruising force into her pert bum cheeks.
With his face mere millimeters from her trembling cheek, he whispers, “Sorry slave, not that door tonight.”
Wrenching her back around by the leash, slave 813 screams into her gag as the door on the left is flung open. She falls to her knees wailing and trying to beg thru her stuffed mouth. Even as the guard drags her along the dirt by her cuffed hands, she continues to sob and beg as the wooden pillory draws near.
She realizes now she is to be the guards entertainment for the night. She will be the slave suffering all night in the courtyard as man after man cruelly fucks her in her most private places.
She watches the Commander remove the bullwhip that is slung over the wooden device. Multiple rough hands slap and grope at her naked body as they force her into place.
The wood pillory beam seals down around her tender neck and the lock of the heavy wood pillory, clicks loudly into place.
All making her entire bent over naked body, tremble in a panicked fear of the most extreme kind. She fists her trapped hands and feels more thick large guard fingers probe her stinging pussy and ass. Obscenely inserting into her clenching bum as she begins to freak out.
Totally panicking now, she sobs around the vile gag stuffed in her slobbering mouth. Her swaying tits heaving also as she tries to gulp in much needed air.
And then she hears the Commander growl behind her. A truly disparaging and frightening set of words he spits from his mouth.
“Let’s warm the stupid slut up!, Plug her ass up with something fuckin huge Fredrick, so I have a target to aim the whip at!”
And then she clenches her wet streaming eyes shut, bawling distressingly around her gag, suffering in the most mournful anticipation of the night of endless abuse to come.
