The Slave Trainers, Final Chapter

I have other stories I want to write, so I guess it’s time to finish this one…

I grabbed Pam and red, and met Everett in the dungeon as directed, and thus began my instruction in the arts of torture. He told me to “mount” Pam on the St. Andrew’s”, the big X-shaped cross, and as I strapped her to it, I could tell she was getting excited. She was facing out, towards me, and Everett commented that she was a good one for me to practice on, while he was readying red for similar things.

Everett began to demonstrate various implements for me, things I’d seen the men use on the girls, but had never touched much myself. As he used each item, he would show me particular ways to hold it, certain ways to move my wrist or fingers to get a desired effect, and while I could tell that a lot of what we did was truly painful for Pam, she was obviously enjoying it all.

I found myself so excited by what I was doing to her that when I was handed the most wicked-looking toy, a cat-o-nine with metal rivets at its tips, I was startled to realize that I was actually feeling somewhat stoned… and when I lashed that little whip across Pam’s belly and saw blood oozing, not from cuts, but from the striped welts it left on her, I knew that I was going to cum right then and there, and I was determined not to let it show…

Yeah, right… one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had, and I tried to keep it quiet… Everett laughed his ass off, then said, “Hell, Thunder, don’t sweat it… you think all of us don’t cream our jeans now and then? This is the hottest thing you’ll ever know, son, enjoy the fuck out of it!”

I caught my breath and continued learning and using the various toys… but that little cat became my all-time favorite!

The next few days were like that, With Don gone, I was doing double duty, as both the Groom and Everett’s number two man, and as Jack brought in new girls I was the one to hang them up, as well as clean them up after… I was one of the ones raping and abusing them, I was one of those who forced them to have sex with the dogs, I was one of the guys… and I was loving it!

The first one I raped, a little brunette about 16, had a profound effect on me. I remembered watching Pam go through all of this, and how she had alternated between defiance and begging and submission… and how she now sincerely loved her life, actually tried to catch my eye when she knew I was coming for another girl to work with. I knew that, since all of the girls I had seen trained were just as happy now as Pam, this little girl who was begging and crying as I slapped and forced her would also come to love it… and once more I wondered if I was the right man for the job I had undertaken.

I had taken her down from the rack that morning and washed her off in the shower, and Everett had let me give her her first whipping… so I was certainly horny enough for rape. When we took her to the living room and strapped her onto the couch, she was conscious, but sort of out of it, and I began as I had seen the others do, first playing with her pussy and cunt, getting her good and wet… and then, as she realized what I was about to d, I saw her eyes go wide and she began to shake her head vigorously in the negative… and that turned me on even more as I forced myself into her.

I’m not as big as Everett, but I’m not small either, and this girl was as much a virgin as Pam had been… it hurt her, and I enjoyed the fact that not only was I taking her virginity, I was taking it against her will… raping this innocent girl… and it was the biggest turn-on I’d ever felt. I began to worry that I might become a rapist myself when this was over…

I threw myself on top of her and reached down to push my cock into her moist but tight cunt, and her fighting was only making me more excited. I slapped her face once, twice and a third time, and she stopped resisting and began to cry, and I almost came right then but managed to hold back. I felt her tear inside as I ripped her virginity from her, and pounded her young pussy as hard as I could.
As I was fucking her, enjoying the knowledge that this girls first time was forever mine, that I had not been given her virginity but had stolen it from her, I suddenly began to feel like a monster… and somehow that feeling exploded an erotic bomb inside me, and I came harder than I ever had before, flooding her young cunt with my cum. I stroked a few more times, letting myself relax, waiting for my erection to subside, and suddenly realized that it wasn’t going down… it was still as hard as a rock and ready for more…

I raised up off of her and moved up towards her face. I ripped the gag off as fast as I could, and now I could hear her sobs clearly… and they drove me on. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, and as her mouth came open in a scream, I shoved my cock into it.

Her reaction was instant, and she gagged and began to try to scream around it, and I pulled out for a moment. “Suck it, bitch!” I screamed in her face, and then I caught the smile on Everett’s… and shoved back into her mouth again.

Everett pulled harder on her hands. “Suck him, good, you little cunt, and if you eve think about trying to bite him, I’ll rip your fucking head off, you hear me?” he shouted at her. She tried to nod even as she began to gag again, but controlled herself and started to try to suck me.

It was obvious she had no clue what she was doing, and only the thrill of forcing her was keeping me hard by now. After stroking into her mouth for a few moments, I told Everett, “I want her ass, is that okay?”

“Fuck, yes, fuck that ass!” he said, and began helping me roll her over while she tried to fight again. I slapped her again, hard, and Everett said, “No, you gotta let her know you’re serious!” and he doubled up a fist and struck her across her jaw. I thought her jaw would have been broken, but it wasn’t, and she stopped struggling and let us turn her over.

Everett threw me a tube of KY or something, and I lubed her up thickly, and rubbed the rest onto my cock. I pushed it up against her asshole and she whimpered and cried, but didn’t resist until the head of my cock stretched her open, and then she began to writhe and scream.

I’d heard Everett tell one of the men before that there was no way to be gentle in raping the girls anally, so I leaned my weight in and rammed my cock all the way to its base into her ass. The pain must have been incredible for her, because she screamed once, and then flopped unconscious beneath me…which didn’t stop me at all. I continued to pound her ass for several minutes until she began to regain consciousness, and it suddenly dawned on me that she was grinding against me… she was starting to feel the pleasure of it… and I came once again, flooding her ass and feeling my cum ooze out around my still engorged cock.

I backed out, and thought about shoving it back into her mouth, but I looked at Everett and he said that she had had enough for the first time. I grabbed one of the towels that were kept there and cleaned myself and her up as best I could. Everett helped me get her to her feet, staggering like a string-cut puppet, and I took her down to the shower.

Since I was sweaty and dirty other ways, I stripped and got into the shower with her, hooking her hands once more n the hook above the shower head. As I washed her, I saw that I had ripped her open in both ways, in her cunt as well as her ass… this little girl had been tight, and I washed blood from her legs and ass… and damned if I didn’t start getting hard again.

I took her to the cage room and locked her in, and she curled up into a ball on the pad in the cage. I could hear her weeping softly as I left the room, and one of the other girls was trying to whisper to her that it would be alright, that everything would be okay… but you could tell from her voice that she didn’t even believe it herself. That one would be ready to go upstairs soon.

Over the next several days, I got to participate in more than half a dozen such rapes. Girls were coming in almost every night now, and I enjoyed everything we did to them. I did come to the conclusion that rape was not as exciting after the fourth or fifth time, and was relieved to be able to believe that maybe I wouldn’t crave it for the rest of my life.

More than anything, I think I enjoyed the dungeon times. When we took the girl I had raped first to the dungeon for the first time, I was the one to use her in the stocks, and I was the one to whip her and stripe her… and it left me with a love for such things that I’ve never gotten over.

Don came back, and I went back to being groom, and about the same time a big limo showed up to pick up the three little girls. As they were taken away, I wondered why it had not seemed important to me to stop them from being sent to their new owner… and I concluded that they were likely to find a better life, if all I had heard was true, than they were likely to have if they remained in foster care the rest of their childhood lives.

I was in too deep. I had become one of them. I began to think of ways to stay in this life and this job, and even thought about telling Everett how I had come to be there, telling him that we would all be in danger if we stayed in the area much longer. Surely, if I failed to report eventually, the feds running the investigation would figure I was either dead, or had turned… and I was sure that with aircraft and other methods, they could find the house sooner or later. I didn’t think I wanted to be there when it was finally raided… and I didn’t think I wanted to be the one to bring that raid down on it.

I thought about trying to get a new identity, start a new life. Hell, my family wouldn’t miss me, I had little to do with them anyway… why couldn’t I start over and use my knowledge of investigation and such to help keep us all free and in business. I fantasized that I would be praised and promoted and eventually run a house like Everett did…

And then I woke up.

Everett called me out to talk one day, and informed me that our upstairs girls were ready to go… and payday was finally here. With the three little girls, I had made over two hundred thousand dollars since I’d arrived, and once these girls were shipped out, I would actually get my pay and be able to take a week or so off, as Don had just done.