A sex slaver/ Traffickers story

A slavers story

Jon (let’s call him) had got his passion for torture from his time in black Ops with his countries intelligence agency. 
He had fond memories of his times in El Salvador, Guantanamo Bay and Afghanistan. 
His hated for women he has had for much longer, much…. much longer. 

His childhood was unremarkable, some would say ordinary for the Mid-West of the USA.
A once thriving town now slowly sinking into decline and neglect.
An average student, average looking, those that know him would say average in every way.
However a tragic dark secret is his the story of his childhood. A victim of years of adult man to boy incest, he will never forgive his mother for sitting by and his his eyes doing nothing, allowing his father, uncles and their friends using him as their sex toy.

After finishing school, he wasted no time in getting as far away from the church going, republican voting, double-wide, 420 smoking, incest  life that is now the norm in the mid-west and enlisted in the Army.

Scraping though basic but failing the Psych test for the Rangers, he was offered Military intelligence, counter terrorism  sounded cool to him.

He loved his work and was considered by many within the dark shadow world in which he lived to be a skilled operator.

His job now, to kidnap young women and girls, turn them into willing obedient slaves and to then be sold to “men and women” of particular tastes around the world.


South East Asia and in particular Laos he considered the perfect place, poor, impoverished, little to no law enforcement and an abundance of young pretty victims.

Slaves at auction

Jon waited for a few minutes before going in. He was the one who  had brought them here, he couldn't remember their names,  not that it mattered and this was the last of last nights batch.
Once he entered the room he was greeted by the sight of one his new slaves chained to a wall with excellent view of the dungeon. He could almost smell the fear coming off her and noticed a little anger in her eyes too. That was how he liked it the most, fear with resentment, all the better for once she broke. Not if, but when. 

`What are you going to do to me?’ he heard. “Make you mine”. He started inspecting the toys and tools on the wall, browsing for some interesting things, purposely taking his time to further terrify the girl on the wall. Once he was done, he hadn't picked up anything. “ I'm going to enjoy this” he said to himself. The girl looked so innocent, just like in the Hospital he had seen her at first. 

He walked up to her and started zipping down the Nurses uniform she wore.

‘What are you doing, stop that right now’ the girl yelled in his ear. Jon had no noticeable reaction to this and just went on with his fun. “No bra, a little adventurous I see”. ‘Stop it, now’. John started to softly massage the breasts. ‘Don’t touch me, stop that’. The girl had the decency to look embarrassed when her nipples became erect. He could see the disbelief in her eyes and the denial, but most of all, anger.

Quickly losing interest with her breasts he looked down to her panties, nothing special, no thong or something just normal, boring, white panties. Jon reached down and rubbed her clit through the soft fabric. ‘No, no, no, no, no, please stop it’ the girl was pleading with tears running down her face now.

Reaching in his pocket, Jon took out a pair of scissors. Moments later the ruined pieces of panty fabric fell to the floor.

Jon took a step back to take a good look, apparently she didn't shave her bush, a horrible trait of none white woman he thought.

 As John stepped back he slipped a finger in her tight dry vagina. “From now on, you will be hairless everywhere on your body, but your head. If you do not do it, I will do it for you.” Jon commanded while he continued to finger her.

Then the girl did something unexpected, she spat in his face. To say Jon was angry was an understatement, but he kept his cool and slowly licked up her spit. Seeing a total different reaction than she hoped the girl looked horrified. “Good” Jon thought, this was going great.

Putting on his best wicked grin, he inserted another finger in her dry vagina. The girl didn't moan, get damp or show any signs of pleasure, wonderful. Clearly amused by this Jon started rubbing his thumb on her ass hole  The girl instantly looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Slightly lubricating his thumb with his spit he pushed his thumb in. The girl was apparently an anal virgin. Jon picked up his pace and before long felt his erection growing.

As he pulled his fingers out, the girl began sobbing. “You felt great didn't you, you liked my unwanted fingers in your cunt, you liked my thumb in your ass. You secretly want even more of that treatment, don’t you.” ‘no, just let me go, please, I can pay you.’ The girl sobbed out. “I don’t think so, you are going to be treated to much more pleasure than this in the future with me.” The girl was humiliated thoroughly and it was just the start. With this a smiling Jon left her alone in the room. 

The third step in the creation of a slave is pain

About an hour after John left the girl he returned to the dungeon. She was still sobbing and was staring at the floor. Quietly John picked up a Taser and crept towards her. When he was close he zapped her, shocking her into a beautiful pain filled scream. “Now the fun starts” he replied to her unasked question.

He reached behind her and took out a blindfold. With her unable to see, he was going to have even more fun. He walked back to the wall and took a cane, bull whip and some clamps. He was going to start her slowly, not very intensive, that could wait. Standing close to the girl he said “this one you may see and even know where it is going to hit, this one is going on your left nipple. He took aim and nailed the whip right on the money.

Oh, the beautiful screams were all he could hear. He then blindfolded the girl with some difficulty; she of course wasn't very cooperative. The whip cracked again and the screams began anew. John loved this, some people may call this sick and twisted but he loved it.

The entire process of creating broken, loyal and eventually willing slaves was fascinating. The ones with the least willpower would become the worst slaves and the ones with the highest, he broke down so far, they obeyed his every command. Turning his attention back to the girl, he took out one of the clamps and fastened it on her still painful left nipple, enticing a painful whimper from the girl. ‘Please stop, whatever I did I am punished enough, please let me go’.

John was getting quite annoyed by her constant whimpering and pleading to stop. Deciding to do something about it he took a roll of duct tape and sealed her mouth shut.

He didn't like to do that, the slaves couldn't give him his beautiful screams then, but he would have to do without. Deciding he would have to work double as hard as before to get a good scream he took both the cane and the Taser.

Whacking her across the belly, followed closely by a shock to the inner thigh, the screams were muffled unfortunately but they were certainly there.

Jon continued to torture the girl until she passed out to flee the pain. Seeing her passed out he snapped his fingers. The door opened and a young girl, about 15 years of age, walked in. she had long black hair, large breasts (for a Asian) and for her age and height of 5’1”. She was wearing a red and black corset which barely covered her nipples, a crotch less thong, fishnet stockings and was walking barefoot. “Your orders master”. She said while she bowed to Jon. “Untie her and bring her back to her holding cell. 

Wash her and stay with her until she wakes up. Be friendly and try to win her trust. Do not take any hope for a rescue away from her, that is my pleasure.” Jon commanded. “Is that all?”. “oh and give her, the medicine”.

Kim woke up lying in her cell. She kept her eyes closed and thought about the actions earlier. She had no idea if it was yesterday or only a few hours ago. Judging by the pain left in her sore body, it was only a few hours. Her entire torso was on fire, the pain from the whip and other things was still wrecking her.


She finally opened her eyes and took in her cell; nothing seemed to have changed from the last time. `You are finally awake?’, Kim shot up and looked where the voice came from. There in the far corner of the cell sat a beautiful girl, long locks of black hair, a bit younger than her, dressed in nothing but hookers clothes and looking intently at her. “Who are you?” ‘I no longer have no name’ she replied, ‘I have no more need for one, I am the property of my master, just as you are’. ‘If it comforts you, you may think up a name’.


Kim was shocked by this answer, this beautiful girl, so young, had completely surrendered to this monster that had captured not only her it seemed. “What do you mean no name? Everybody has a name; don’t you remember how your mother called you?” ‘Mother ? I have no more memories other than with my master.’

Kim was even more scared, this girl didn't even remember her own mother. “Why are you here?” ‘To make sure you were alright, the master doesn't want you to be hurt this soon’ the girl replied. ‘Are you in pain of some sort’ the girl continued. “Those whiplashes still hurt like a bitch, but further I am physically okay I think” Kim answered.

‘Physically, but not mentally?’ the girl questioned. “no, why would anyone do this, you don’t abduct people and make them your slaves. But never mind, the police will come here and arrest him.” ‘I hate to tell you this, but you aren't even in your home town, the police can’t rescue you here.’


The world for Kim collapsed. It seemed like an eternity before she moved, and then she moved to cover her face because she was bawling her eyes out.
Her one hope, the police, was just removed from her. “Then what about the military? or….” ‘They will not come.’ “I need to think this over” Kim said to the girl. ‘There is nothing to think about, you are property not a human being. 
I was instructed by master to make sure you were unhurt. I have your medicine it’s for the pain and with this the girls took hold of her and injected her with heroin, there that’s better she said, so I will leave now.’

The slave girl walked through the door and left Kim alone in her cell.

Kim sank into a heroin high, just lying there, when she regained her senses she started crying hysterically and slowly taking in her situation. She was abducted by a unknown man, not in her home town any more  not even in Vietnam, but in Laos.

She was in an unknown complex, with guards and at least one more slave. The man seemed to want her as a sex slave, or just using it to break her. But the worst part was that she didn't know why her?
Why for god’s sake her? She never hurt the man, she never even met him. The more she thought, the angrier she got, the more violent her fantasies became.

The slave girl exited the cell and saw her master standing next to the door. She quickly got on her spread knees and put her hands behind her head. Her master didn't say anything to her, just grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her towards a room. 
She was cooperating as much as she could, but the master was angry for some reason. “Go get my cattle prod” he shouted at her. She quickly obeyed. 

The cattle prod was of a unique design; instead of two metal pins at the end it had a bulb like end. The slave girl immediately knew what was going to happen. 

She didn't like this punishment, but she was property and could not think for herself. The normal version of this punishment was just putting the end to her skin, which would hurt like a bitch but that’s it. The more severe version was the insertion of the end in her vagina. That wouldn't hurt like a bitch, but like 10 bitches.

“Bend forward and hold your ankles”. Jon positioned the cattle prod in front of her worthless cunt. 
At the last moment he changed his mind, he took away the device and spit on it. He then rammed it without any mercy in the slave’s ass-hole.  He turned on the electricity and drank in the glorious screams. “Do you know why I'm punishing you?” John asked the twitching slave. ‘No master, I do not.’

“What were your orders with the new property?” 

‘To be kind to her, check if she was hurt anywhere and …. Oh. Master, please punish this flesh bag anyway you want. It has not done its duty.’
 “You were not to take away her hope of escape. But no trouble, now I have an excellent idea to break her down even further.” Jon began to laugh while he pulled out several knives, needles and whips. “ I'm going to show dear Kim why she shouldn't disobey me”.

Kim was abruptly torn from her heroin induced happy vicious fantasy by the arrival of a guard. A bag was placed over her head and she was lead back to the torture room she guessed.

When they entered the room she was shoved roughly on a huge triangular piece of wood, the top angle was covered in stainless steel. Her feet were tied to the ground and her hands behind her back. She couldn't move an inch, not that she wanted to, that would hurt very much. He then gagged her mouth with duct tape.

‘Welcome back dear new toy, I brought you now because of an unfortunate incident involving you. You see, this meat behind me told you that you had no hope of escape. That was my job, I had planned this whole thing and that stupid cow behind me ruins, a small, but nevertheless enjoyable part of your torture. 

This meat disobeyed my direct command. It will be punished, and because I am never without a backup, you get to watch. This is what you get for disobedience.’

Kim looked in horror at the slave girl. She was blindfolded, standing naked upright with her hands chained to the ceiling and a spreader bar around her ankles. Kim didn't need to see the girls eyes to know she was terrified. Jon got behind the slave and without any warning plunged a needle through her left nipple. Not in the way a piercing would go, but straight in her chest.

Without waiting for a scream or any beg for mercy he did the same thing with the right nipple. The screams were deafening. There were no words in them, just primal screams. ‘I coated the needles with a little bit of salt before plunging them in, if you wondered.’ He then pulled out the needles and got a ball of yarn and a stitching needle. ‘What do you think is going to happen now, new toy?’ Kim gave no answer, still in shock over the ruthless attitude of Jon. ‘Speak up or it is going to happen to you!’ 

“you are going to stitch her nipples together?” ‘hahaha, no way worse than that, that’s Child's play. I'm going to stitch her pussy and normal lips together, Starting with her normal ones.’


The girl, Kim couldn't believe it, got even more frightened. But she knew better than to speak back to her owner, he would be even more creative. “You see, dear new toy, I train my toys to obey me, but never take away the fear of me. 
I like it more that way, you get even better really more satisfying screams. Jon took hold of the girls hair and yanked it backwards, the needle dangerously close to her lips. He pushed the needle slowly through her bottom lip and back through the upper lip. After that he repeated it until her mouth was completely sown together. 
Blood was trickling down over her chin and into her neck. 

Tears rolled out the poor girls eyes, Jon licked them up with great satisfaction.

“Now, time to start down there, don’t you think, new toy?” Kim was crying too by now, the girl may have taken away her entire hope of rescue, but she didn't deserve this. “Crying already now, it has only just begun. Don’t look away, this is the fun part. But you know what people say, safety first.” He then put a small spreader bar in between the inner thighs of the slave. “Now my hands won’t get clamped” he laughed. 

The stitching lasted about two minutes in real life, but to Kim and especially the slave girl it lasted an eternity. “That is what I call a pretty sight” Jon called. There was not much blood, just a few tiny drops, but it was enough to show Kim just how painful it had been.


Jon walked around the slave again and got two pieces of rope from a table. He proceeded to tie the girls ankles to the floor. After that he unchained her arms. “Bend forward and spread your ass” Jon commanded. He then walked over behind Kim and got a bull whip  “Time for some target practice” he whispered in Kim’s ear. 

Kim didn't know whether the slave girl knew what to expect but when the first strike landed directly on the girls ass hole she let out an unprecedented howl. The stitching on her mouth began to bleed a little harder, a clear sign the yarn was cutting further into her flesh. “Right on the money the first time, I should go to Vegas with that luck. Only fourteen to go, of course if they miss they don’t count.” Jon said. 

Jon needed 22 strikes to complete his own challenge. Blood now flowed freely over the girls face, mixing with her tears and going into her hair and to the ground.

Not really wanting to damage his property further Jon decided to remove the stitching. But instead of cutting through all the yarn he just loosened one end of it and pulled it all the way through, letting the yarn cut even further in her flesh. The second the last yarn came out of her mouth Jon rammed an O-gag in the girl’s mouth. He took out his cock and started to pound the girl’s throat.

He occasionally rammed it all the way in and kept it there till the girl turned blue. He would give her a second to catch her breath before doing it again. 

Finally he couldn't hold his orgasm any more and shot it over the girl and in her mouth. The girl began screaming yet again; Kim didn't really understand at once, she never blew a guy till he came, just to get him hard. “a guy’s cum is quite salty” Jon explained at seeing her confused face.

Jon thought the girl was punished enough now, all the anger he had was gone and Kim seemed to understand not to disobey him. She was not broken, not by a long shot however, he still had so much fun to plan with is new toy. He called the guard back into the room and had Kim removed from the wooden device she was on.

Then Jon got a great idea, the stitching was still in the girls pussy. He told the guard to wait taking  Kim back to her cell and quickly pulled out the yarn from the slave’s labia.
Jon walked out of the room and returned with a strap-on, he attached it to Kim and moved her behind the still tied up slave, labia bleeding fresh drops of blood on the floor. “Fuck this girl till you absolutely can’t move any more” Jon commanded Kim.

Kim was looking like bewildered until she remembered that she could be next with the torture. Extremely disgusted with herself and feeling very, very guilty to the slave she moved directly behind the girl.

Jon put the tip of the dildo against the girl’s vagina and Kim slammed it home. A strange pain filled moan came out of the slave’s mouth. Jon also heard the slight pleasure in the moan and told Kim to stop.

When she pulled out he realigned the rubber cock with the slave’s still raw ass hole  Kim hesitated now, clearly even more disgusted with the idea of fucking another girls ass hole than the previous thing. 

She shouldn't have waited; Jon had already swung his whip. Landing on Kim’s right butt cheek she instinctively jumped forward, pushing the cock in the slave’s ass. The girl let out a pain filled whimper, which seemed to please Jon. “Now move those hips” Jon commanded. Kim obeyed and for the first time in her life she fucked a girl. 
Kim moved for all she was worth and could keep slamming the girl for about seven minutes.

“That is enough” Jon said. Kim immediately pulled out and collapsed exhausted on the floor. Not two seconds later the slave joined her lying on the floor. Put both back in the same cell Jon said to the guard.

Three months passed very slowly, in reality Kim really had no idea of time. Sitting in her cell injecting herself with heroin was her greatest pleasure, the rest was just pain.

Her cell door swung open and her master walked in, she immediately spread herself in front of him “Yes master, what is your pleasure?”, 

‘you have been sold’. “Yes master” Kim replied.

Jon heard from behind him the faint popping sounds and his anger grew. “Those worthless guards are drinking again” he thought to himself. 

Angrily he turned, opened the door and strode out , slamming the door behind him. “, Why are the lights off you………” he started to say, but something hit him in the chest and threw him against the wall, he gaps t for breath, but could get no air, he coughed and blood spurted from his mouth.

Looking up in the dark he vaguely saw a flash of something moving swiftly through the air, then searing pain, looking down to where the pain is, he saw his intestines spilling out of his shirt. In the corner of his vision he saw another flash.

Kim heard her cell door open again, spreading herself ready and saying “yes master, what is your pleasure?” her master did not speak. Not daring to look up she just lay there spread eagled and naked.

She was startled to hear a woman’s voice speaking in Chinese, she looked up. Stood before her was a young Chinese woman a gun in one hand a sword in the other. The end of the sword pointing towards the ground, she could see what looked like blood dripping from the blade.

Another woman entered the room and moved towards Kim. 
Standing  Kim up and taking a key she unlocked Kim from her  chain and slipped a dress over her head. 

Looking first at the keys and then at the woman and said “Master will be angry” the woman replied ’ Your Ex-Master has nothing to say’

Standing Kim up the three women left her cell, as she waked out she saw the Ex- master propped against the wall. Kim saw his insides lying in his lap and his hands grasping his throat. John saw his slave looking down on him, which made him angry and he tried to scream at her, but no sound came out, just spurts of blood from between his fingers. 

His  eyes, not as cold, or the same clear blue and emotionless as normal, but now wider than normal, with a look of fear in them, that she never seen before.

Kim looked away and followed the women out.

A third woman appeared-  'Got his hard drive, DVD's, web log and address book'... The fool had encrypted nothing.

As she got into the car, she thought this is odd as she was not in the trunk but inside sitting on a seat.

These new masters are strange......

妓女

2013