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[Thecol1029] Lindsey's Legs
(Lindsey's friendly personality and inherent desire to help others gets her in some trouble.)

Lindsey smiled sweetly as Francine and Maria knocked on the opened door to her college dorm room. She had a very friendly personality and always wanted to be helpful. In fact, she was the RA, or Resident Assistant, for the entire floor of her dormitory. That's the kind of person she was. She devoted a lot of her time supporting her fellow classmates. So when Francine and Maria came knocking on her door, she didn't think twice about wanting to help. "Hi there. I'm Francine and this is my daughter, Maria. She's thinking of coming to this school next semester. Is it okay if we came in to ask you some questions about it?" "Yes! Of course! Come on in. But I do have a Philosophy test to study for. So I don't have as much time as I normally do." "That's okay. It won't take long for us to get what we need," smiled Francine as she pushed the door closed behind them and managed to lock it from the inside without Lindsey noticing.	Francine and Maria entered and quickly made themselves comfortable at Lindsey's side. Lindsey found it a bit rude unnerving that they immediately invaded her personal space. But she took it in stride. She didn't want to be rude herself - and it wasn't in her nature to be confrontational. "I love this ponytail and this cute little red scrunchie. What do you think, Mom. Should I grow my hair long so I can put it in a ponytail - and hold it in place with a cute, little scrunchie like this?" Lindsey maintained a strained smile as Maria and Francine chatted about her ponytail - which was something to which she gave very little thought. She always had one...since she was a young child. "You should totally do that, sweetie. You'd look great with ponytail. And it seems to be part of the uniform here. Almost every girl we've seen so far has one." Francine loved playing the part of Maria's mom in situations like this. Together, they were a very believable mother and daughter - which helped them blend into college campuses easily. "I really like these tights you're wearing. They feel warm and cozy." Francine gently stroked the underside of Lindsey's calf. This made Lindsey feel very uncomfortable - to have this complete stranger stroking her legs like that. But she decided to just grin and bare it - with the hope that the sooner she answers their questions, the sooner they will leave. And this awkward encounter will be over. "Your friends must think you're some kind of nerd with all these books you're reading." "They're for class. This is a school, you know." Lindsey was getting a little annoyed and uncomfortable. "So what sort of questions did you have for me?" She tried to move this uncomfortable situation along.
The casual conversation suddenly took a turn and Lindsey suddenly found herself being restrained and choked. She tried to break free and scream for help, but Francine's and Maria's grip on her was masterful. "Actually, sweetie, we really don't care about this fancy college or the silly books that you waste your time reading. What caught our eyes as we walked by your door was these legs. We need them. So we're taking them. And since you're attached to them, you're going to have to come with us." Francine's words weren't really registering with Lindsey because she was in complete panic mode. Francine had her legs and wrists trapped. And Maria had a tight grip around her throat and a solid grip of her head by her ponytail. Her airway was completely squeezed shut so she couldn't breathe or scream for help.	Lindsey's futile attempts to gasp for breath only wasted more of her energy. Her pleading eyes started to roll back. Her face was contorted with pain and shock. Her life was flashing before her eyes - all the work she had done to get good grades, all the after-school activities she signed up for - and all the students she helped by being their Resident Assistant. None of that seemed to matter now as she could feel her life slipping away.
"As soon as this thing passes out, I'll inject it with the sedative and then we can pack her away in a suitcase and roll her out the door. We're actually ahead of schedule. So we'll have time to stop off for some coffee before we head to the client's home to get her set up." Maria was proud of the work she was doing. "I love these kinds of ad-hoc installations. The client said he needed a great pair of legs to put up on display for his VIP party today. He was also clear that would pay extra for a girl who hasn't done any slave training yet - preferably a girl grabbed right off the street for this particular assignment." Francine chimed in with her thoughts as she continued to hold Lindsey in place. It seemed to be a popular request now - a girl grabbed off the street and taken directly to a party or private gathering to be put on display.	Maria changed her grip on Lindsey. She clamped her mouth closed with her hand and used her thumb and index finger to pinch her nose shut. She loved feeling the struggle and panic of a girl who realizes she has lost the ability to breathe. It was the ultimate control over a girl to decide when she is allowed to breathe. And she did it was such ease and finesse. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll pass out in just a moment," said Maria, smiling and looking her straight in the eyes. "Then we're going to drug you and pack you away for transport. You're coming with us! Isn't that exciting?"
"She must be excited. Look how much she's trying to kick and struggle." Maria and Francine laughed as Lindsey's final convulsions ceased and she went completely limp. She finally passed out. "Let's drug this thing and get it packed up for transport."	"Wow, Francine. We really bagged a nice one. These legs are stunning - even with these tights on. I can tell she's some sort of athlete - maybe track and field, maybe a cheerleader. Great shape and muscle tone. The client is going to be pleased." "I know. As soon as I saw those legs from the hallway, I knew we had found our latest acquisition. I'm going to sedate her so we can pack her away."
"Don't worry, sweetie. You're not going to feel a thing. Knocking you out with this sedative is for your own good." Francine knew she couldn't hear her. Her words of reassurance were meant to mock her - for Francine's and Maria's enjoyment.	"There we go! Snug as a bug in a rug! Let's close it up. We've got an order to fill. This one will do nicely." "Agreed. I wonder what the client has in store for this one. He's paying for a full 8 hours before we have to drop by and pick it up. I like this new service we're providing - with freshly caught stock. It's an opportunity to make money on an item before it is even brought back to the facility and checked in as new inventory. And they can order anything they want. This client was very clear about getting an item with a beuatiful pair of legs. I think we nailed this one." "Yes. And it's also a lot of fun to put an untrained specimen out in the field. I love their reactions when they wake up and try to wrap their minds around their situation. The facial expressions...the sounds they make. It's wonderful."

When they arrived at the client's home, They immediately unpacked Lindsey and placed her on the table in the center of the large foyer. Mr. Tamarin was very pleased with what he saw. "Oh yes. This will do very nicely. This is an excellent pair of legs, just like I asked. So you'll help me get it set up right here in the foyer? I'm having a little party later - which, of course, you're welcome to attend. Since you have to come back and pick this up later, why not come for the party and enjoy the fruits of your labor." "That's very generous of you, Mr. Tamarin. Of course. We'd be delighted to come." "Wonderful! So I'd like this thing stripped and hung, legs spread wide open, right here over the table. I have the best sushi chef in the state coming soon and I want to use this thing as a lovely centerpiece as my guests arrive." "That sounds like a grand use of this item. We'll head out to our truck and get some tools and other things that we will need to complete the installation of this item for you. We'll get it stripped and hung in a jiffy."

Guests started to arrive a couple of hours later. Lindsey's legs were set up as a pair of lovely sushi serving platters. Francine and Maria returned after going home to change into more suitable outfits and blended right in with Mr. Tamarin's guests. As word spread among the guests that they had Maria and Francine to thank for the lovely centerpiece, they became the life of the party. The guests found it thrilling that the girl on display was hand-picked specifically for this party - and was fresh off the street, captured only hours before. Eating off a freshly kidnapped girl's legs was a thrill for them - even though they were all part of a community of folks who are perfectly at ease with the kidnapping, training, buying and selling of girls.

Lindsey's legs adorned the foyer and made for a fine centerpiece that the guests will most certainly talk about long after the party is over. There was actually quite a bit of prep work that needed to be done to get Lindsey to behave. The foyer was filled with her screams for a while as Maria and Francine did some "just in time training" with an electric cattle prod to get her to comply. Their hunch was correct that she was, indeed, athletic and very flexible - capable of doing a full split with hardly any effort. They also said that as soon as the party was over, she would be returned to her dorm room. "Be a good girl and this will all be over soon, sweetie." So as degrading and humiliating as this was for Lindsey, she kept repeating to herself silently that this was just a temporary setback and that her life will return to normal soon. She just had to get through this indignity. Of course, that was all a lie to get her to behave during the party. When the party was over, Francine and Maria packed Lindsey away and took her to the processing facility - where she will be checked in and start her training in earnest. Of course, they had already received a couple of offers to purchase Lindsey once she was ready to be put up for sale.

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls
Emily squirmed on her chair and fiddled with the coffee cup. Fear and anticipation fluttered in her belly.
She wasn't sure if she was taking the right step. In fact, she was pretty sure that she would regret her choice — but what was the alternative?
Her life was about to go from fucked to worse, anyway. Lost her job, emptied her bank account, almost maxed out her credit card, couldn't afford to get sick. Next month, she wouldn't be able to pay the rent, and then what?
But here was this — opportunity! Emily had always been fascinated by being a helpless captive. From time to time, she experimented with self-bondage but mostly lived out her fantasies by browsing the kinkier corners of the Internet. Many years ago, an ex-boyfriend had tied her up; she had found that experience both humiliating and incredibly exciting.
In one of these weird corners of the Internet, she had met Steve. When she told him about her real-life issues, he came up with this proposal: Let her become his prisoner. With no ifs and buts. For an indefinite time. On the upside, he would take care of all her troubles: Debt, apartment, belongings.
However, he also told her bluntly that she would face harsh conditions, hard work, being "used" by him when he wanted to, and discipline if she "earned" it. His only concession was that he promised not to kill or mutilate her. She wouldn't be able to leave, back out, or negotiate. She would be entirely at his mercy. A helpless captive. A slave.
Just the thought made Emily's belly tingle. The whole thing sounded too weird to be true. But it would solve her problems—a lifeboat to a shipwrecked girl.
Emily snorted. She must be crazy to consider something like that! But it was, in a way, a dream waiting to come true. Or a nightmare. But what was the alternative?
It was time. Emily picked up her phone and re-read the email with Steve's instructions.

By now, Steve's final message was burned into Emily's brain:
Sparrow — he always called her by that pet name, never her own — if you want to reach your cage, you will have to prove that you want it. Here is what you will do:
Next Thursday at 9 AM, be at the end of the alley behind Harrison Street. When you are there, put on the jewelry I sent you.
Emily looked around. Yes, this was the place. Luckily, there was nobody around. With shaking hands, she locked the heavy shackles around her neck, wrists and ankles. A sense of finality washed over her. She didn't have the keys; the restraints would stay on.
Now throw your shoes and all your belongings over the fence.
Once more, Emily looked around and did what he wanted. Immediately she felt vulnerable, defenceless.
Head towards Townsend Road and follow it past 4th Side Road. I will pick you up there. You have until 4 PM to reach your destination.
Emily had checked the way on a mapping app. That was far out of town, about 20 kilometres from where she stood, and she had less than seven hours left. While there was no need to run, she could not rest, either. Emily winced inwardly. Walking so far without shoes would get painful fast. But that was the point. Steve wanted her to overcome this, to prove that she was tough enough. At the same time, the inevitability, the feeling of being forced to endure this, lighted a fire of yearning inside her.
"Fuck it. Let's do this!" murmured Emily and set off at a brisk pace.

Emily winced when a stone dug into her heel. The asphalt felt unpleasantly hard under her feet. The locks clanked against the iron shackles with every step.
Being forced to walk barefoot and shackled through the streets made Emily's head swirl with humiliation and excitement. Every stare from a stranger reminded her that nothing was like before. She was on a journey to a new life.
Yet another passerby leered at her: "Hey, ginger! Where did you escape from?"
Emily bit her lip and walked on.

As Emily had dreaded, walking for miles on the pavement became increasingly unpleasant. Eventually, her feet hurt so badly that she had to sit down for a bit.
The heat of the midday sun surrounded her like a bake oven. Emily licked her dry lips. She was thirsty, but Steve had instructed her not to carry anything, not even money. So she could not buy a drink, and she felt too proud to panhandle. People were looking at her strangely, anyway.
Emily mumbled "Fuck Steve!" and massaged her aching feet. She was well aware that it turned him on to know that she was suffering, but it was so pointless! He couldn't even see her — or could he? Her eyes darted around, but none of the few people out at this time resembled her future jailer.
A contemptuous stare from a passerby made her lower her glance again. A confusing mix of shame and arousal swirled inside her, and she realized that Steve knew exactly what he was doing.

As evening approached, Emily became more and more desperate. Hours ago, she had reached her destination along a stretch of the deserted country road.
First, she had been just tired from the long trek. As the hours passed, she became more and more furious. Even without a watch, she knew that she had been there well before the time given by Steve. Ignoring her sore feet, she had kept walking briskly until she was there, and then he just let her wait!
Then, as the evening sun slowly inched towards the horizon and bathed the deserted woodland into rose-coloured light, her anger dissolved into desperation. Lightly clothed as she was, she did not want to spend the night in the wilderness! Why didn't he show up in time?
Emily breathed a sigh of relief when, finally, a car appeared on the horizon, speeding toward where she reclined on the side of the road.

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 2
"Do you know what time it is!?" fumed Emily. "You wrote: 4 PM. I was here! And now it is—what? Seven? Eight? Where the FUCK have you been!?"
Steve mocked Emily's tirade with a supercilious smile: "Chirp, chirp, little Sparrow! You're here, and that is what counts. Now turn around. I need to get you ready for the drive. You don't want to keep walking, do you?" He chuckled as the heat of her glance all but incinerated him.
"Are you even listening to me?" she retorted angrily. "Now PLEASE give me some water! I haven't had anything to drink since this morning."
"No," he responded drily. "First you do what I said, Sparrow. If you behave, you'll drink, not before."

​

When Emily felt her arms pulled behind her, her resentment melted like dew before the morning sun. Steve locked her manacles in place.
This was much more intense than those little tie-up games with her ex-boyfriend! Emily knew that Steve was not playing; that was part of their understanding. She shivered in restrained excitement, mixed with some fear about what would happen to her now.

​

The walls were slowly closing in around Emily, and she loved it! Shackled and blindfolded, she squirmed in restrained excitement. Still, her rebellious spirit could not help resisting: "You don't have to do that, you know? Why don't you let me sit up front with you? I won't attack you, promise!"
Steve laughed: "Attacking the driver is rarely a good idea, Sparrow! But don't forget that you're my prisoner now. Prisoners don't ride shotgun; they get secured and stowed away with the other stuff."
"Uuuuh! Look at Big Guy, being all afraid of a girl," mocked Emily.
Steve snorted with amusement and answered, half joking, half threatening: "Don't push it, Sparrow! I can always gag you, too."

​

The chain between Emily's wrists and ankles was too short. Her body was bent like a bow, which was the name by which she knew this pose from yoga class. The difference was that she remained in that pose, and her shoulders already started to ache from the constant pull. She could wiggle around a bit, but that was about all she could do.
Emily heard the tailgate hinges squeak. "You know that this hurts, and you're enjoying it, aren't you?" she said resignedly.
"You'll survive, Sparrow," responded Steve. "This way, you're under control, and it's character building. Think of it as part of your learning journey. And you DO look darn cute that way." He chuckled.
The tailgate slammed shut. Emily sighed wearily and prepared for an uncomfortable drive.

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"Hmm, she's tinier than I thought from the pictures."
Emily recoiled in surprise when she heard a tough-sounding female voice.
After dismounting from the truck, Emily was walking along a gravel path. With the stones stinging her soles, she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.
Steve had never mentioned someone else. Emily had just assumed that he was living alone, especially in light of his offer to her. Her stomach cramped when she realized that things were apparently quite different from her assumptions.
"No worries, Rona," responded Steve. "She's pretty tough. Did the walk in good time and chewed me out at the end."
"Excellent! We can use another solid pair of arms and hands in the mine," said Rona.
Emily felt a clump in her stomach. Being blind, shackled and barefoot made her insecure. She turned her head towards Steve and whispered: "Who is Rona? You never told me—"
"Shut up, Sparrow!" he interrupted her brusquely.
Then he abruptly ripped off Emily's shirt. Emily screamed in surprise.
Rona cupped Emily's chin and said firmly, yet soothingly: "Listen, honey! You're probably pretty confused. That's OK, don't worry. We'll tell you what to do and when to do it. For now, just remember this: Keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. If you got that, just nod." Emily bit her lip and nodded silently. A clump of insecurity hung in her stomach. She didn't know what was going on. For now, she would bide her time to find out more.
Rona was now addressing Steve: "You probably wanna hump her before she goes into the cage, eh?"
Steve grunted affirmatively: "Been looking forward to that all day."
"I'll watch," Rona said happily. "That'll turn me on for later tonight."
Steve answered with a playful roar.
When Emily felt her pants being pulled down, she shivered. She had expected this — after all, Steve had told her as much — but not with an audience!

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 3
In her fantasies of being a captive, Emily had often dreamt about being violently taken by some barbarian brute. The mental image never failed to excite her. But this was very different.
Steve pulled off her pants and bent her over a picnic table. Then he entered her from behind and kept up a leisurely pace while chatting with Rona. This was not passionate at all, more like someone doing a relaxing workout.
Emily felt a pang of resentment. He was just using her! In front of that woman! Did he care about her? Not one bit! Her more rational side sneered at her: Well, what did you expect, dummy? You're a slave; why should he care what you want?
Her helpless situation kept Emily well lubricated, but it was not enough to reach satisfaction. Long before she was ready, Steve pulled out and wiped himself clean on her leggings.
"Mmh, pretty nice and tight," he grunted with satisfaction. "Rona dear, will you bring her downstairs while I grab a bite and go take a shower? See you later in bed!"
"Sure thing," responded Rona. "Later!"
Emily squirmed in frustration. Now that she was here, she craved attention, but they apparently treated her as some kind of livestock.

Rona led Emily by her shoulder: "Watch out, girl! There are stairs ahead. Walk down slowly."
For once, Emily was grateful for being barefoot, as this eased navigating the stairs blindfolded.
Rona seemed to be in a talkative mood: "We're in an old underground vault my grandfather built back in the Sixties. Now that's where we're keeping the girls off work."
"Oh, there are more?" asked Emily.
"Sure, Madison and Beatriz. Been here for a while. You came in 'cos we had to replace Morgan, who— left us." said Rona with a tone of finality that told Emily not to ask further about this. "Y'all be working in the mine together."
"The mine? What's that?" Emily wanted to get as much information out of Rona while she could.
"You'll see tomorrow. Now it's late, and you need to sleep. In the cage, ask the others to get you out of that blindfold and your chains, then you can put on your pants again. For now, we're leaving you your clothes." Emily could not figure out the older woman. Rona seemed part motherly towards her, part slavemaster.
"Before that, may I have something to eat or drink, please?" begged Emily, "I haven't had anything since this morning."
"Tomorrow with the others," declined Rona, now all steely again. "OK, here's the cage. In you go!"
Emily stepped forward. The cage door slammed shut behind her.

After Rona had left, the other girls freed Emily's arms and eyes. Then they introduced each other.
Emily learned that "Mad" Madison ended up here after a steamy bondage weekend at a motel— two years ago. Beatriz ("Bea") had been purchased by Steve from one of the local one-percenter clubs. Compared to what she had been through at the MCC, the cage was a safe place for her.
When Emily asked about Morgan, the girl she apparently replaced, the others didn't know anything. Apparently, she tried to rebel and went on a hunger strike. For a while, she had been treated very harshly and eventually returned to sullen compliance. Then she was suddenly gone. Rona, when asked, wasn't talking. And Steve was all: "Morgan— who?"
After a while, Beatriz yawned: "It's late. Let's sleep."
Emily agreed. She had a long day behind her as well.

The lights always stayed on in the cellar. Beatriz and Madison slept, using their clothes as pillows. Emily marvelled at their lack of inhibition. She could not ignore the camera on the opposite wall. Through the CCTV system, Steve and Rona were always aware of what happened in the cage.
Emily stared into the void. Years? In this cage? Working in that mine? What did she get herself into!? Yet, would she prefer being homeless, maybe assaulted, somewhere on the street? And the other girls here seemed in reasonably good shape.
When Emily was honest with herself, Steve hadn't lied about what awaited her. In her rose-coloured fantasy, she had assumed this to be more— engaging? Sensual? Personal? Yet here she was, a work slave, among other half-naked work slaves.
Emily felt very confused. She sighed and waited for time to pass.

On the next morning, Rona led the girls to the mine over a gravelly trail. Emily struggled to keep up. While Beatriz and Madison were obviously used to it, the sharp stones made walking painful and difficult for her.
"Dammit!" Emily cursed quietly. "This is so stupid!"
"I've heard that!" said Rona breezily. "Keep walking, Emily! Catch up with the others, and better don't stumble again, or do you want another jolt?" The last time Emily had stumbled, Rona had used the cattle prod on her.
"No, really!" Emily protested. "We should be wearing shoes here. This is ridiculous!"
"There are plenty of puddles and mud patches in the mine," Rona explained. "Also, Steve and I like you this way. Reminds you of your place with every step. Get used to it. Now shut up and keep walking!"

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 4
On Emily's first day in the mine, she carried stones: Many of them, all day long.
When she complained to Rona and asked for a basket or something to make this easier, the older woman just barked: "Tools cost money. Shut up and work!"

After a long day in the mine, Emily was bone-tired. Back in the cage, she fell asleep immediately. The thought of Steve seeing her like this on the CCTV sent a slight tingle through her groin. But she was much too exhausted to pursue it.

"But... but I only told him that I the work is so hard," sniffled Madison.
"Thanks a lot, Mad!" growled Beatriz. "Now they took away my loincloth, too. 'As encouragement,' as Steve put it."
Emily shivered. It could be worse. I could be naked like Bea. And she stayed silent, well knowing that any complaints to Rona would only lead to dire consequences.
"C'mon, ladies!" commanded Rona in the background. "Time to get ready for work."

Over the next weeks, Emily's life settled into a simple pattern: Sleep in the cage, work in the mine.
On one level, she regretted volunteering for this experience. It was a challenging and degrading way of life. However, on another level, she reminded herself that it had been her own choice. While it was not a lot of fun, Emily was honest enough to accept her lot, at least until she found a chance to escape.
Then, one day she found what they were looking for in the mine: Gold! Two old gold bars, hidden in the mud.
One of Rona's ancestors, the only surviving member of a notorious gang of robbers, had kept it a family secret: Gold, jewels, and other valuables worth many millions of dollars were hidden throughout the old mine. The fruits of past heists. Now, Rona and her husband Steve used slave girls to find the treasure.
Emily hoped for some kind of reward for the find.

Steve and Rona celebrated the find of the gold bars with an orgy.
Unfortunately, the girls didn't have a lot to celebrate. They instead were used to entertain their slaveholder couple.

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 5
After finding the gold bars, Rona pushed the girls even harder to scour the mine for other valuables.
"Damn it! There's nothing in here but rusty nails," complained Emily when Rona yet again checked on their progress. "Why don't you go dive in the puddle yourself if you think you can do better?"
Rona smiled maliciously and brandished the cattle prod: "Less grumbling, more digging, sweetie! Just don't slack off, or you'll regret it!"

Beatriz's anguished cries reverberated through the mine corridor. Rona was in a punishing mood again. Whenever the older woman felt that one of the girls failed to work as hard as possible in the mine, she did not hesitate to use the cattle prod. Both to punish whom she found lacking and to encourage the others.
Emily felt as if the mine was permeated with a miasma of fear and anxiety. Once, the idea of being a slave had seemed exciting. That feeling was long gone, washed away by the brutal reality: She was nothing more than livestock, used for labour and pleasure.
An ugly thought nagged in the back of Emily's mind: Eventually, Steve and Rona would deem her, or one of the other girls, expendable. What then?

"Hey! Bea! Mad! We need to talk," Emily whispered.
The other girls drew nearer.
"With the gold and stuff we're finding, have you ever wondered what will happen to us?" asked Emily.
"What do you mean?" wondered Madison. "They'll let us go when they don't longer need us. Steve promised me."
Beatriz snorted: "That asshat!? Do you really believe that?"
Emily nodded: "Bea is right. With that secret—they'll never let us go! Remember Morgan? I never met her, but does anyone know what happened to her?"
Beatriz and Madison both shook their heads.
Emily shrugged: "Nothing good, I'm sure. And I don't want to join her. We need to get out of here while we still can!"

"I've seen you whispering," hissed Rona. "What was that about? Huh?"
"Nothing," mumbled Emily sullenly. "Just how happy we are to work in that lovely mine of yours."
"You think that's funny, eh?" Rona shook Emily's head. "Don't lie to me! I could see on your faces that this was more than just some chat. Oh, well! You'll talk soon enough. Let's go for a ride, shall we?"

"My, my!" said Rona mockingly. "Two hours, and she still doesn't say anything that I believe. Looks uncomfortable, doesn't it?"
She squeezed Madison's shoulder and continued: "What about you, sweetie? Will you tell Auntie Rona what you talked about yesterday evening? Why don't you make me happy, huh? Because if not—" Her voice became steely and menacing. "—you'll be sitting there in five minutes!"
"Noooo, please!" whimpered Madison, shrinking back in fear. "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything."

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 6
"But you promised! I told you everything. Why?" wailed Madison, straddling the wooden horse in obvious pain.
Rona grinned at her mirthlessly, showing her teeth like a wolf baring his fangs: "I didn't promise anything. You listened to her without thinking that this was bad. Pretty stupid! Now, listen carefully: Next time you hear any rebellious talk from anyone, I want to know! Think about it—" Rona glared towards Emily. "—while I'll take this mutinous piece of shit outside and teach her a lesson she won't forget."
Emily cowered on the ground, racked with pain after sitting on the horse for hours. She felt trapped in a nightmare, desperately wishing that she would wake up.

Rona's voice was deceptively casual as she caressed Emily's belly with a knife: "You can be glad that I leave you in one piece—for now! Next time, I'll cut you! Or we'll just let you dangle until you've croak, like that useless Morgan girl. The coyotes would like your rotting carcass, I'm sure. Do you want that? Huh? Huh?" She poked Emily's throat with the tip of the blade.
"Now listen: You will keep your dirty mouth shut, and you'll work as if your life depends on it, understood? Because it does. You'll hang here till tomorrow, then we'll see if you've learned your lesson."
"C'mon, Rona!" interjected Steve from the back. "Give her a break. She's been here for only a few weeks. And I like her tight pussy."
"Men!" Rona rolled her eyes. "Then go down and fuck that dumb cow Madison! She's on the horse. Remind her that she needs to inform us about anything they're talking about. They'll be loyal and obedient, or else!"
For the first time in her life, Emily felt what it really meant to be a slave: Her life depended on the whims of cold-hearted masters. Pain and humiliation were her constant companions. Looking into Steve's and Rona's pitiless, unconcerned faces filled her with despair. To them, she was nothing but a tool, a work animal!
More than ever, Emily was convinced that she needed to escape if she wanted to live. And she needed to be careful around Madison. She would betray her in a heartbeat to avoid punishment.

After the punishment, the girls did not get their clothes back. They "had lost her clothing privileges," as Rona put it. Only Madison was allowed a small loincloth because she had cooperated with her masters.
More than ever, Emily was set on escaping from her captivity. Yet, she had to be careful. Rona was watching them closely, and they could not talk openly in the cage because Madison would hear every word.
Over the next weeks, Emily and Beatriz used the brief intervals when Madison was not nearby to discuss various schemes. All their idea seemed risky, but sooner or later, they would have to do something.

For Emily, working in the mine was gruelling and unpleasant, but bearable. What she really hated was when Rona engaged in her perverted games. The older woman delighted in using and humiliating the girls for her own amusement.
"Better hurry up, Emily! I'll keep zapping your ass until you make her scream. Hehehe!"

​

"Alright, ladies!" announced Rona during breakfast, apparently in a good mood. "You've found some jewelry recently. As a reward, you'll have five more minutes to eat your slop. Enjoy! But I expect you to work extra hard today!"

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 7
"OK, Madison," asked Rona, with apparent sadistic glee in her voice. "which of them has worked harder today, and whom should we punish?"
"I don't know," answered the blonde girl, obviously uncomfortable with making a decision. "They both did their best—I think."
"Look, if you can't make up your mind, maybe I need to zap you instead."
"Please don't make me do that, Rona!" Madison begged. "I don't want them to be hurt. We're all working as hard as we can, really!"
Emily averted her eyes when she saw Rona closing in on the shaking girl.

Once again, Emily couldn't help complaining to Rona when the woman used the cattle prod on Beatriz without any reason. Once again, Emily was punished for her impetuousness by spending some time on the wooden horse.

Rona was currently busy with Beatriz in another part of the mine. Emily could hear the screams echoing through the mine gallery. Suddenly she felt something gripping her leg. To her surprise, she saw Madison kneeling behind her and looking up at her imploringly.
"Emily, I'm no traitor. Please believe me!" whispered the blonde girl. "I want out of here, but I'm so scared of Rona."
Emily looked down, unsure what to think about this plea. How trustworthy was Madison? She seemed to try to curry favours with Rona whenever she could.
Madison continued: "You're so brave: Standing up to her. I could never do that! I don't know what to do— but I want to help."
Emily remained outwardly calm. If true, this opened new options. She answered quietly: "OK! Just that you know: I don't have a plan, just some ideas. If Rona asks, you don't know anything, got it?"
Madison nodded eagerly.
"Fine! If we do something, it needs to be a surprise. Keep ready and do exactly what Bea or I tell you, OK?"
The relief in Madison's eyes seemed genuine to Emily. She hoped fervently that Madison would not disappoint her.

An ominous rumble echoed through the mine, followed by a scream.
A few seconds later, Madison came running from a corridor: "Help, help! Come quick, please! Bea— the rocks! Something happened to her!"

Beatriz lay on the ground, motionless and with her head under water. She was surrounded by stones that appeared to have fallen from the ceiling.
Madison crouched down and said with a nervous voice: "Rona, you better come here and have a look!"

 

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[Whitehaven] Dungeon Girls 8
Madison had helped Beatriz with loosening the rocks from the mine walls. Then she played her part as discussed, calling Rona. Now she stood back, watching the events unfold.
When Beatriz sensed that Rona was above her, she spat out the small tube she had used to get air underwater. Pushing herself upwards, she lunged at the surprised woman.
When Beatriz exploded out of the water, Emily turned and ripped the revolver from the holster on Rona's hip.
Pushed by Beatriz, Rona lost her balance and fell backwards, screaming.

Rona lay on the ground, stunned.
Emily pointed the revolver straight at her face. With suppressed fury in her voice, she commanded: "Don't move! Bea will strip and tie you up. We need your clothes. If you so much as twitch, I'll shoot. And believe me: I SO much want to pull this trigger."

A few minutes later, Rona lay on the ground, bound with her holster's straps and the waistband from Madison's loincloth. Emily and Beatriz had split Rona's clothes between them. None of the girls could wear her boots because of the shackles they were all wearing.
Beatriz pointed her head at Rona: "Isn't it risky to leave her like that?"
Emily shook her head, resolutely: "I'm not shooting at a helpless person, not even her!"
Beatriz shrugged and turned. The three girls started jogging towards the exit.

After exiting the mine, the girls headed for a road they could see in the distance, avoiding the direction of the house where they expected Steve to be.
In his over 30 years of driving a truck, Todd had seen a lot, but this was a first: Three naked girls on the highway, in the middle of nowhere, flagging him down frantically.
Their tale was even wilder: They claimed to be escaped slaves from a nearby dwelling and begged him to contact the police. One had a gun that she dropped on the ground upon entering the cab. As there was no telephone reception for miles, he gave them blankets and started to drive towards the nearest town.

After being alerted, the police quickly arrested Rona and Steve.
When the lawsuits were finally settled, the two slaveholders ended up with life sentences; for killing Morgan, plus a slew of other charges. The girls received over two million dollars in compensation from the civil lawsuit, paid from the treasure they had found over the months.
Staying together, they founded a non-profit, providing life coaching for disadvantaged girls and women. Emily and Beatriz did the coaching, while Madison turned out as a capable office manager. With their business in-flight, supported by their investment income, the girls enjoyed a happy and fulfilling life.

THE END​

 

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[Whitehaven] The Wild West

	Ellen's Capture​ "Fuck you, asshole! Untie me NOW and let me go!" yelled Ellen, delivering a hearty kick into the man's groin. Merle started to laugh heartily: "Ouch, Chuck! Right in the crown jewels! You'll better take off her boots first."
	Ellen's Ordeal - Jail Cell​ Because Ellen did not stop kicking and screaming defiantly, her captors bound and gagged her. Ellen found herself locked into a cell in an outbuilding at the McLaughlin ranch. Helpless and afraid, she could do nothing but stare daggers when one of her captors came by. This time was different: Chuck opened the cell and ogled the half-naked girl. The cowboy grinned in anticipation: "Let's go for a ride, filly! I'm sure you'll kick, but not as much as the broncs outside, eh?" Ellen moaned in protest and desperately tugged on her binds as the man moved in.
	Ellen's Ordeal - Stripped​ Chuck used a simple method to get Ellen ready for his closer attention: He hung her at the right height from the jail cell grating and began to pull off her pants. Ellen knew only too good what would follow. She kicked and squirmed as good as she could, but the cowboy just ignored the futile attempts. Her bare feet could not hurt him at all.
	Ellen's Ordeal - Pinned​ After he had managed to strip Ellen's pants off, Chuck spread her legs and bound them to the cell door. Now pined like a butterfly on display, Ellen could do nothing but squirm and moan in protest. The cowboy took his own jeans off, then started to fondle Ellen's breasts. "Noice," he crooned. "Good stock! Maybe I should keep you as a breeding mare, eh?" Ellen screamed in her gag, as Chuck started to ravish the helpless girl, like a rider going for a relaxing ride across the prairie.

Ellen's Ordeal - Desert​ After Ellen's father refused to sell his ranch to Merle at a discount, the cattle baron captured the girl, tied her behind his horse and dragged her across the hot, stony desert as a warning. Merle always got what he wanted, the easy way or the hard way. This way was harder than most... for Ellen.

	Ellen's Ordeal - Spreadeagle​ Ellen did not cease to defy her captors. So the men let the desert teach her a lesson. "Better drink what you can, girlie! It'll be the last water you'll see for today." Merle chuckled, as he continued to pour water from his flask.
	Ellen's Ordeal - Nighttime​ "Hey, Merle! It's getting late. I know you hate the girl's dad, but isn't that enough for today? C'mon! Bitch isn't going anywhere till tomorrow." The man torturing Ellen smiled narrowly and addressed the moaning girl: "Chuck's right! If only your FUCKING father had sold me his ranch when I FUCKING asked him nicely, eh? Tomorrow we'll make him a new offer... with a toe or two. Let's see how long he wants to get pieces of you, girlie." Both men started laughing uproariously.
	Ellen's Run​ In the middle of the night, Ellen had managed to escape from the horrors she encountered on the McCluskey ranch. Now she sped across the prairie, in desperate search of someplace to hide. With a sinking feeling, she realized that her captors were hot on her heels. Dogs were baying not too far behind her. An occasional bullet zinged over her head.
	Ellen's Ordeal - Farmhand​ Seven Months Later Eventually, Ellen's father sold his ranch to Merle because he wanted to stop the cattle baron's men from torturing his daughter. However, Ellen remained on the McCluskey ranch. Chuck, having taken a liking to the girl, wanted to keep her around. Through ceaseless abuse, Ellen was pressed into becoming a farmhand and "comfort giver" for the cowboys working on the ranch. Once, she tried to run away, but to no avail. To make sure that this didn't happen again, she was fitted with permanent leg irons. Over the next months, it became obvious that Ellen was pregnant. The child was probably Chuck's, because he had taken advantage of Ellen more often than the other farmhands. But nobody knew for sure, and nobody really cared.

THE END​

 

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[Whitehaven] The Fighter

The duelist relaxed, the adrenaline rush from the recent fight slowly subsided. It had been a short fight: A flurry of blades; slash and parry. Now her opponent lay a few metres away in a slowly growing puddle of her own blood. How many more fights could she win before it was her turn? The wound on her arm was a sign that it had been close. They made her and the other fighters battle to the death, and there was nothing she could do against it! If she refused, they would kill her, after killing her sister and parents before her own eyes. Now she had to wait for the end of the auction and then meet the highest bidder: The man or woman who had won the right to mount and enter her.

It was at this moment that the fighter realized that she was outmatched. Her opponent, small and lean, was deadly fast with her blade. Luckily, this was not a death match. Otherwise, the fighter's life would have ended by now. However, the consequences for losing were dire enough: While the winner was auctioned off as a bedmate to the highest bidder as usual, the loser would be thrown to the crowd, for the drunken, brutish horde to do with her as they pleased. The crowd was obviously rooting for her to lose. They were baying for her flesh, maybe even for her blood. The fighter whimpered quietly, an icy clump of abject fear congealing in her belly. The next hours would be pure hell!

After she lost the fight, she had expected things to get ugly, but the reality was even worse. To make her available to the crowd, they had bound her over a barrel. It was a supremely uncomfortable position. The sharp rim of the lid cut painfully into her back. Also, the position left her open to be entered by anyone who wanted, and many did. Others preferred to cut her skin with knives or smear various substances on her. In a nutshell, it was pure hell, and the crowd loved using her in the worst way imaginable. When her anguished screams became too annoying, somebody had gagged her, but the abuse continued unabated. In a haze of agony, the fighter saw a face hovering above her: Her opponent looked down on her. Suddenly, sharp pain flared up in her left breast. “They have given you to me as a prize,” said her opponent musingly, her girlish voice strangely at odds with the reptilian cruelty in her demeanor. “I can do with you what I want. I think I’ll take you home as a pet. Will you come quietly, or do I need to gouge out your eyes first, huh?” She felt the girl’s finger lightly tapping against her eyelid. Fear and resignation mixed into the pain. After the recent ordeal, she was broken. Keeping this girl happy was her only way to survive.

The fighter now went by the name of “Poochie,” and she was Samantha’s pet. Samantha had given her clear instructions to ensure that Poochie remained a good girl. Of course, Poochie was denied any clothing or a bed for sleeping. That was only for humans. Also, her hands had been permanently locked up in mittens, which made her completely dependent on her owner for food and water. Poochie had been given two bowls for that purpose. Moreover, she was forbidden to stand up on her feet, walk, or to speak. Barking and whimpering was OK, though. Samantha had made it clear that she wouldn’t hesitate to sever Poochie’s tendons or her tongue if she had to keep her pet from misbehaving. Every day, Samantha spent time with her pet, teaching her new tricks. Poochie wished that her owner would give her more treats for good behaviour, instead of beating her breasts when she did not quite get it.

Mocking, girlish laughter reverberated through the attic. “I’ve trained her to lick toes,” explained Samantha to her visiting friend. Turning to her pet, she continued: “You like the cheesy taste, right, Poochie?” The fighter gagged, revolted and humiliated, but continued to do as she was ordered. She did not know what hurt more: The tail, held in her anus by a thick butt plug, the cruel taunting, or the remnants from Samantha’s recent caning. That caning was a reminder that even the slightest sign of resistance only led to pain and suffering. Samantha positively relished any opportunity she got to bully her plaything. Driven by abject fear, total submission was the only course of action the former fighter could think of, despite her self-loathing and revulsion.

Later in the evening, Samantha went back to the attic to give Poochie another beating. The silly girl hadn’t done anything wrong; seeing her squirm and wince while being beaten was something Samantha found exciting. If Samantha was honest to herself, having the pet girl around started to lose its appeal. Maintaining Poochie was beginning to turn from an exciting hobby to a chore.

It happened when Samantha, as so often, ordered Poochie to lick her clitoris. Whenever she was in the mood, she used her pet to sate her lust. However, this time, this was the final straw, snapping the fighter’s ability to stomach constant abuse and denigration.

In desperation, the fighter jumped up and threw herself against her tormentor. Her hope was to topple Samantha and then to bite her or to knock her out somehow. Samantha gasped in shock, momentarily stunned by the unexpected outburst of violence.

As it has become evident during the duel, Samantha was a trained and competent fighter herself. Overcoming her initial surprise, Samantha’s instincts let her drop to her knee just when Poochie’s fist punched the air where her head had been a split second earlier. With burning desperation exploding in her stomach, the pet girl saw her target evade her flailing arms. If only she had usable hands instead of useless flippers!

In this fight, Samantha had two advantages, and she employed both with ruthless efficiency. First, she had full use of her hands and used them to wrestle Poochie to the ground. Second, she wore shoes. Thus, her kicks were much more impactful than with bare feet. Soon, the pet girl was reduced to writhing on the ground, desperately protecting her face from Samantha’s vicious kicks. Samantha was now quietly boiling with rage she felt in response to the surprise attack. She was through with Poochie and couldn’t get rid of the damn creature fast enough!

The vicious kicks had left the fighter momentarily stunned. When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a tight bind, almost unable to move. Abject fear gripped her heart. She did not know what was in store for her, but being brutally trussed up like this did not bode well for her future. Although she was forbidden to talk, in this situation that order did not matter anymore. “Please,” she begged, “I am sorry! I’ll behave now, I promise. I’m sorry. Please!” She finished with a sob. Her desperate plea was answered by Samantha with a derisive snort. Samantha hissed furiously: “Fool me once… Hah! Fuck you, asshole! Do you think I’m stupid? Looks like I need to gag you, too.” “No! No! Please let me go!” The pet girl kept begging. “You don’t have to—” A gag stuffed into her mouth cut off her desperate plea. Samantha tightened the knot by giving it an extra hard jerk. She would love nothing more than squeeze the life out of Poochie—slowly and painfully. But then, she would have to clean up the mess and dispose of the body. No, she needed a more elegant solution for her Poochie problem.

“Here,” declared Samantha, “Poochie’s all yours. I don’t care at all what happens now, as long as she doesn’t get out of whatever hole you’re putting her in.” “No worries,” responded the man sent from the establishment to whom Samantha had paid some money for the removal service. “We always need, er, disposable items for customers with, well, special tastes.” By himself he thought: We'll have some fun with her before she gets wasted, and we're even getting paid for it. “Excellent,” beamed Samantha, looking forward to ridding herself of what she called her Poochie problem. The man’s bulkier colleague picked up the tied and gagged former pet girl. She tried to scream and squirm out of his grip, but to no avail. He slung her over his shoulder like a bag of rice and turned to leave. “By the way,” added the man, looking back, “I have the feeling that you might be interested in our services. I’ll talk to the boss: I am sure that he’ll give you a discount for your first visit.” “Yeah, I might take you up on this,” responded Samantha. “Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen.” THE END​

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[sjdrake2006] Vespa Bondage

 

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Whitehaven__Honey Ryder on Crab Key
Ardalos - Honey Ryder and the Ghost Crabs

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_r

[trystl] Elsie the Cow_q​

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_s

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_t

 

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_u

[trystl] Elsie the Cow_v (Soon!)

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_v

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[Hawke] Paycheck Punishment Program

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[trystl] Elsie the Cow_v

[trystl] Elsie the Cow_w
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[berseh] Zack is Back 58

[berseh] Zack is Back 57​

Again?
How many of them are there?
This has to be the sixth or seven police! Fuckers!
Man, this shit is getting a bit too hot.
Can't they search away from here? Is it the same all over the State?
No time to waste. Gotta get that ransom money bizness going.
And fast.
Shit shit shit!
Motherfuckers..
Can they?
Do they have any..?
Holy shit, Zack! Fucking Zack!
Is it worth it? Like I could just tell them and get the reward..
But the cunts know..
Too late now for this, Oh nooo..
Shit oh motherfucking shit, no!
I gotta buy the papers, the magazines. Glue. Enveloppes..
Get home and do the ..
Shit shit shit, and I'm wasted after all the great fuck!