No Escape

Chapter 5

The slavery had started on a Wednesday and now it was already Saturday.  Other than the initial meal of urine, Symphony’s experiences had been mostly good.  There had been moments of pain or humiliation but even those had been thrilling.  On the whole, this had been exactly what she needed.  It was a clean, although temporary, break from the life that had been driving her toward insanity.

She was already starting to think ahead to when she might be able to do this again.  She knew she would repeat.  It was just too erotic and thrilling not to.  But she just didn’t know when she would be able to get away again.  Hopefully, she could do this quarterly.

She felt surprisingly guilt-free.  She had done things that had been unimaginable before.  She had sex with her first woman.  She drank pee multiple times a day.  She had anal sex for the first time.  And she had more orgasms each day than she had ever had in her life before.

And she was unfaithful for the first time in her marriage.  Heath had fucked her more times in the past four days than her husband had in the past year.  But she felt no guilt or remorse.

Maybe it was because she was a slave.  Slaves have no choices.  Therefore they can’t feel guilt.  But she knew that was faulty logic.  She had signed up for this experience of her own free will.  She chose to do this.  And she knew that sex would probably be a part of it.

She would worry about guilt later.  In the meantime, she was a slave.  She was going to enjoy this experience.

Her current assignment was not too thrilling, though.  She was moving from room to room, washing windows.  The Whitcombs had decided to use their slave for slave labor in addition to sexual pleasure.  But even this mundane chore was somewhat thrilling because she was naked.

Erika visited each day.  Eventually she would hire and train others to perform the monitoring function but she and Tracy were handling that initially.  Her routine was always the same.  She would start with a brief meeting with Symphony and her owners.  Then she would meet privately with Symphony.  Symphony always loved these sessions.  She was always nestled into Erika’s lap and the beautiful tall blonde would caress her and stroke her and fondle her as they talked.  For the past two visits, Erika had given her very fulfilling orgasms.

She would conclude each visit by meeting privately with the two owners.  It was important that they were also satisfied because she wanted the referrals and the repeat business.

“So how is your girl doing?” asked Erika.

“She’s marvelous,” said Heather.  “She actually seems to enjoy being a slave.”

“Yes, she’s a real treat,” added Heath.  “It’s too bad we only have her for a week.  Heather and I have been talking.”

Erika sat back and listened.  She felt like she was going to get some important feedback about her product.  This was exactly why she wanted to do the monitoring visits early on.  The information would help her fine tune the offering.

“What have you been talking about?” asked Erika.

“We have been truly enjoying owning a girl,” said Heath.  “And we have the financial wherewithal for it.  We would like to arrange something more frequent and possibly even something permanent.”

“Oh my,” replied Erika at the mention of permanent slavery.  She instantly flashed back to when she and her five friends had been ‘processed’ and then sold into slavery.  A little shudder rushed through her body.  “We can easily set up a schedule to allow you to enjoy girls as often as you like.  We currently have several who are good fits for you and more are enrolling in the service every day.”

“But we don’t deal in permanent slaves,” she added.  “That is illegal.”

“Yes,” sighed Heath.  “I suppose it is.  But I’m sure there must be enterprising people who do deal in slaves.  Perhaps you might know of some?”

Erika had a dilemma.  How should she respond?  She did indeed know of people who trafficked in human flesh.  Her own mistress was one of those people.  But she couldn’t tell them that.  Plus, she didn’t want, in any way, to be involved in anything that would result in some poor girl being kidnapped and sold into slavery.  It was one thing to arrange slave experience for volunteers through No Escape to Paradise.  Those were temporary and were more fantasy-like.  They were far from the real deal.

“I don’t think we can help you,” she answered.  “But I can ask around.  Perhaps some of my colleagues or investors might have some ideas.”

“Thank you,” smiled Heather.  “In the meantime, we can set up the schedule for ownership.  We will want Symphony, of course.”

“I will talk to Symphony on my next visit to see when she will be available for you again.  She may not even want to repeat her experience, though.  And even if she does want to, she has other responsibilities that may prevent her from repeating often.  How often would you like to own a slave?”

“Well, as I said,” replied Heath, “we are considering a permanent one so more frequent would be best.  At least monthly and perhaps every other week.”

“I will talk to her.”  Erika concluded her interview and then drove back to the office.  In a way, this was very good news.  It meant that some people would be loyal, repeat customers.  But it also meant that her business could result in innocent girls being kidnapped to meet the demand for slaves that she was creating.

“I told you we might have to kidnap her,” Heather said to Heath.  “There’s no way that she’ll be able to be available as much as we want her to be.”

Heath sighed again.  “Yes, dear, you are right.  But I’m not sure that I’m ready to go there yet.”

“At least we could get rid of those silly limits if we truly owned her.  I’d love to put some rings in those puffy nipples of hers.  And I’d love to have her wear our mark.”

“We have a mark?”

“Well, no, not yet,” Heather replied.  “But we will.  And she will wear it someday.”

“Yes, dear.”

Chapter 6

Saturday night was to be Symphony’s debut.  The Whitcombs were holding a party and they planned on Symphony being the star attraction.

Symphony knew that there was to be a party.  And she figured that her owners planned to display their girl in some way.  But she didn’t know how that was going to work or what would be expected of her.  And not knowing was probably worse than knowing.  Everything from gang rape to torture ran through her mind.  Whatever they did to her, she knew it would be humiliating.

Her biggest fear was discovery.  She hoped that she was far enough away from home that she would not see anyone she knew.  In reality, she had no idea where she was.  She had not even been outside since she was delivered on Wednesday and she had been unconscious then.  She could be in the next town over or a hundred miles from home.  The fact that Erika showed up every day, though, told her that she was probably within a couple of hours of Chicago.  Being that close caused her to worry about someone recognizing her and discovering her naughty adventure.

She had bathed with Heather a little bit earlier.  Heather enjoyed her nightly bath with her girl.  Symphony would shampoo and wash her mistress.  Then Heather would do the same with Symphony but would do so much more slowly.  She loved the feel of the girl’s supple flesh and fondled her more than washed her.  It took her over five minutes to wash the slave’s breasts, for example.  And she always saved the girl’s sex for last and spent over ten minutes washing it, not stopping until she had pushed her slave into orgasm.

Symphony dried and styled Heather’s hair and then helped with the make-up.  Then it was Heather’s turn to create Symphony in the image she desired.  The blonde hair was meticulously combed out for more than ten minutes until it was silky and lustrous.  Then Heather started to braid a halo of hair around the top of the girl’s head.  She finally turned Symphony toward the mirror.

“You will be a princess tonight,” said Heather.

“A princess, Mistress?” questioned Symphony.  Maybe this night would not be so humiliating after all.

“Yes, pet.  You will be a princess; a slave princess.”

Symphony’s heart sank.  She knew it would be embarrassing, just like she had feared.

“And the prince will be in attendance,” Heather continued.  “Our son will be home from college for the night.”

“Oh god!” thought Symphony.  She didn’t even know they had a son.  They both looked too young for a college-aged son.  And now the boy would bear witness to her humiliation.

Symphony dressed her mistress in a formal gown and had to admit that she looked stunning.  The emerald green dress seemed to highlight her flaming red hair which had been cut and elegantly styled to be shoulder length.  The dress had been perfectly tailored to accentuate her curvy body and the low-cut bodice nicely displayed the upper swells of her generous breasts.

“You look beautiful, Mistress.”

Heather smiled and leaned forward, kissing her girl.  “Thank you, princess.  Now let’s finish getting you ready.”

Heather removed the shock collar and replaced it with an ornate gold choker.  A slender gold chain went around her waist and rested on her hips.  Two metal bands were wrapped around her ankles and two more were wrapped around her calves, just below the knees.  A final set of metal bands were placed on her wrists.  She had not seen any of these cuffs before but they fit her perfectly.

She led the girl downstairs and turned her over to Heath.  Heath had the entertainment aspects of the evening figured out.  He left the menu planning to his wife.

Earlier in the afternoon, he had a granite pedestal delivered.  It was a perfect cube measuring two feet on each side.  A cushion was placed on top of the cube and he placed Symphony on top of the cushion, kneeling.  Then he attached her wrist cuffs to the cuffs just below her knees.  He made sure that her knees were spread wide and then stepped back to admired his artwork.

“Such a beautiful ornament,” he told her.  “I’m sure the guests will love you.”

Heath and Heather had hired help for the evening.  Two college-age girls dressed provocatively in French maid outfits scurried about.  Symphony wondered what the girls must be thinking about the new ornament that had been added to the room.  But if they were shocked or even surprised, they hid it well.  This made Symphony wonder just how uncommon a naked girl on a pedestal really was.

Heath disappeared after placing the ornament and returned about thirty minutes later, dressed in a tuxedo.  Now Symphony felt really underdressed.

The guests started arriving a few minutes later and all of them bee-lined to where Symphony was bound.  They had all been told ahead of time about the beautiful slavegirl who would be on display and they wanted to see it for themselves.  She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.  Everyone crowded around the pedestal to get a better look and to fondle and caress the naked beauty.

“I thought Heather was kidding,” commented one woman to another as she lifted Symphony’s left breast and bounced it in her palms.

“Me too,” agreed the other woman as her fingers glided over the shaved mound and down to the petals which were, somehow, already juicy with arousal.

There was a lot of chatter.  They talked among themselves about the girl but nobody talked to the girl.  Symphony truly felt like an inanimate ornament at this point.

By the time the last guests arrived, there were ten couples and each of them freely groped and squeezed and probed the bound girl.  The son arrived shortly after the last couple did.

“Wow Dad!” Cliff exclaimed.  “You weren’t kidding!”

Heath chuckled.  “I never kid about slavegirls.”

“She’s beautiful,” said Cliff.  “I still can’t believe you bought her.  That’s so random!”

“Go ahead and enjoy her, son.  She’ll be available for entertainment after dinner.  But you can give her a good feel or two for now.”

Symphony didn’t things could get any more embarrassing but somehow they did.  Cliff was maybe nineteen or twenty and for some reason it was even more humiliating to her to have someone so young witnessing her nudity and bondage and feeling his hands exploring her naked flesh.  He touched her everywhere he could reach, almost as if he was studying her body and memorizing every curve.

Shortly before dinner, the two maids helped Symphony down from the pedestal and led her to the dining room.  There, they helped her onto the huge table and onto a circular platform in the center of the table.  Once her wrists were fastened to the bands below her knees again, they flicked a switch and the platform started slowly rotating.

“Oh god!” thought Symphony.  “I’m the centerpiece!”

For the next hour, she slowly turned and was watched by the twenty one diners.  Occasionally, someone would stand and give a breast a squeeze or a bottom cheek a swat.  There was much discussion around the table but nobody seemed to be looking at anyone as they spoke.  It seemed like all eyes were on Symphony.

Coffee was served after the meal and Symphony was mortified when Heather offered her mothers milk to anyone who wanted their coffee lightened.  She was released from the platform and was required to circulate around the table to any guest who wanted her milk.  Everyone, it seemed, wanted her milk.

“I don’t even like coffee,” said one woman after Symphony had serviced a dozen guests.  “But I love milk!”  She leaned forward and sucked Symphony’s right nipple into her mouth and started suckling.  Her two hands wrapped around the full breast and palpated it as she looked up into the slavegirl’s eyes, enjoying the various shades of pink and red as the girl blushed.

Cliff was her last stop.  He waited for her, smiling, with his arms crossed over his chest.  “I’m not much of a coffee drinker either,” he announced.  Then he captured the left nipple and started pulsing it in and out between his lips.  He reached around her with one hand, grasping a bottom cheek as he moved his other hand between her thighs.  He coaxed her legs apart and slipped two fingers into her sex, eliciting a gasp from the slave.  He suckled for several minutes as he toyed with her clit and penetrated her sex with his fingers, moving her closer and closer to an orgasm.  But he stopped before she climaxed, much to her relief.  It would have been unthinkably embarrassing to climax in front of this audience.

“Now for the fun and games,” announced Heather.  Symphony did not know what was coming up but she knew it couldn’t be good.

“Tonight,” she continued, “we have a jousting tournament of sorts.  This contest will reward good knights for speed and accuracy.”  She led all of her guests into another large room where all of the furniture had been pushed back against the wall, leaving a large open space in the middle of the floor.

She invited the men to remove their pants to free up their ‘lances.’  Immediately, clothing started hitting the floor as the men realized that they might get a chance to fuck the beautiful slave.  As if on cue, the two maids stepped forward.  They attached Symphony’s wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs, leaving her bent over with her bottom sticking out behind her lewdly.  This does not look good, thought Symphony.

“You may not use your hands in this joust,” announced Heather.  “The goal of this game is to win the princess for the night.  To win her, you need to score one hundred points.  Whoever reaches one hundred first wins Princess Symphony until noon tomorrow.”  Symphony silently groaned at the news.

“You will earn twenty five points each time you sink your lance into the girl’s ass.  There are no extra points for remaining in there so I would recommend that you get in and get out.  Too much stimulation and you might not be able to finish the competition.”

Heather continued.  “The target is the ass.  Pussy spearing will result in a forfeiture of fifty points.”

“Girls, grease her up,” Heather instructed.  “We’re almost ready to begin.”

“Wait,” called out one of the males.  “How does this work?  The geometry of the angles won’t work.”  He pointed to his cock to illustrate his point.  The cock was rock hard and long but pointed up at about a forty five degree angle.  It was clear that he would never be able to impale the girl’s bottom without the use of his hands to lower the cock and guide it.

“That’s where your pages come in, knights.”  Then she smiled.  “Ladies, you will be pages for your husbands, the knights.  You are allowed the use of your hands and it will be up to you to guide the lances home.”

Several of the women gasped at what they were expected to do.  Several others giggled.  The wife of the man with the angled cock stepped beside him and wrapped her fingers around the pole.  “Don’t worry, good sir.  I will guide your lance to its intended target.”

“Thank you milady,” he replied and then kissed her.

Symphony was in a state of shock.  She couldn’t believe her ears.  She was about to be fucked in the ass by ten men who were being helped in the rape by their wives.  It was insane!

At the same time, waves of arousal were rushing through her body.  She didn’t know why but, for some reason, this complete dehumanizing of her was very exciting to her.  She was nothing but a sex toy now to them.  She existed only for their entertainment and pleasure.  She was pure lust at that moment.  Even the feel of the maids swabbing lubricant on and around her asshole was thrilling.

“I don’t have a page,” announced Cliff.  “May I use my hands?”

“But you do have a page,” replied Heather.  “Your father is going to be the referee and scorekeeper.  I’m your page.”

“But Mom!!!” gasped Cliff.  “I mean… you’re my Mom!!!  You can’t do that!”

She was standing beside him by now and reached out, wrapping her fingers around his cock.  “Sure I can.  See?”

Cliff’s face went beet red as his mother gripped his cock.  She even stroked it a few times, causing his blush to deepen even further.  “Nice lance,” she commented, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Girls, is she ready?” asked Heather.

“As ready as she’ll ever be, replied one of the girls who had two fingers up Symphony’s rectum and was turning them back and forth to coat her thoroughly inside.

“All slicked up and ready to go,” added the other girl.  She had the jar of lubricant in her hand and was walking from male to male, coating each throbbing cock with the lubricating gel.

Once the last cock had been prepared, Heather started the game.  “Knights, you may begin your joust.  May the swiftest, surest lance win.”

The men moved forward with their pages by their sides and formed a tight circle around the girl.  There was no place to run.  And even if there was, she would not have been able to run being bound the way she was.  She decided that a moving target would be harder to hit, though, so she started turning in a circle, changing direction occasionally.

Cocks pushed forward, glancing off of a hip or bottom cheek as they missed their marks.  But Heather was not about to be outsmarted by the girl.  She timed her move perfectly.  She waited until the cute little pucker was approaching, aimed her son’s cock at it, and then pushed his butt, propelling him forward.  The cock found its mark and was quickly embedded halfway into the girl’s bottom.

Symphony let out a shriek as she was skewered by the shaft.  It was not all that painful but it was a surprise.  And it was completely humiliating.

“Twenty five points,” called out Heath.  Cliff had scored the first points of the match.

“God, she’s tight,” moaned Cliff as he withdrew his cock from the beautiful, vulnerable ass.  He would have preferred to stay embedded in there but knew that he would have shot his load quickly if he did.  And then he would most surely be out of the competition.

The men scrambled to score their first points and Symphony felt cocks poking her from all angles.  They bounced off her hips and butt.  Several were so slow that they poked her sides and arms.  One even banged her head.

“Twenty five points,” cried out Heath.  One of the guests had successfully lodged his cock into the slave’s bottom, eliciting another shriek of surprise.

“Twenty five points,” he called out again.  No sooner had the one male departed her rectum than a second man’s wife guided her husband to the forbidden little rosebud.  He easily sliced his cock into her.

“Twenty five points.”

“Twenty five points.”

“Twenty five points.”

Symphony twirled as best she could.  She dodged and moved but there was no direction that was safe.  Time and again, she felt cocks impaling her bottom.  She had no idea who they belonged to or who was winning.  She just knew that she was the sex toy they were playing with.

“Twenty five points.”

“Loss of fifty points.  Wrong hole, Ronnie boy.”  Symphony gasped as she felt the cock slice into her sex and was amazed at how easily it slid in.  The maids had not lubricated her there.  That meant that her arousal must have lubricated her.  It was pretty embarrassing to be so aroused at something as degrading as this.

“Twenty five points.”

“Twenty five points.”

This went on for almost an hour.  Symphony’s ass had been assaulted and impaled over twenty times.  In the end, it was Cliff who won.  Heather had been the most effective page and had made sure that her son’s cock was guided home each time the beautiful ass turned in his direction.

“Winner!” pronounced Heath.  “It seems that my son is quite good with his lance.”

“Either that or he had a good page,” interjected Heather.  She still had her hand wrapped around her son’s cock as it remained half embedded in the slave’s bowels.  She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them.

“Would you like to cum in her ass?” she asked.

“Mom!!!” scolded Cliff.  “You shouldn’t be asking me things like that.  And you shouldn’t be holding me.  None of this should be happening.”

“Oh, loosen up.  And stop whining,” admonished Heather.  She released the balls and gave Cliff a hard swat on his naked bottom.  He yelped and lurched forward which sank his cock fully into Symphony’s body.

“Oooommmmphhhhh!” gurgled Symphony as the cock plunged deeply.

“I’m ready to go there now,” Heath told Heather after the guests had left and Cliff had taken Symphony up to his room.

“Me too,” replied Heather.  “She has to be ours permanently.  I’ll work on it.”

Chapter 7

The week ended and Symphony was thrilled throughout the entire experience.  It was painful at times.  It was humiliating often.  But it was the change that she needed.  She felt alive again.

At the end of the Saturday night party, Cliff had claimed his prize.  He chose to stay in his parents’ home for the night rather than take her back to the dorm.  While he would have loved to show off the beautiful blonde slavegirl to his friends, he decided to enjoy her alone instead.  He did not want to share his prize.

He had amazing stamina and recuperative powers.  Each fuck lasted an hour or so and, within thirty minutes of climaxing, he would be ready to go again.  He was also incredibly creative.  She was bound in ways that she never even imagined as he fucked her.  And every available orifice was utilized.  They did finally drift off to sleep at about five AM but by seven he was pounding his cock into her ass again.  He kept up the sex until his time expired at noon.

“How was your slavegirl?” asked Heather when he finally led the bound and bedraggled Symphony downstairs to the kitchen where Heather was having a cup of coffee.

“She’s a keeper,” he replied.  “I have added her to my Christmas list for this year.  You could wrap her and place her under the tree for me.”

Heather smiled.  “Yes, she’s definitely a keeper.  You might just find her under the tree on Christmas morning.  Do you want breakfast or have you already filled yourself on her milk?”

“Oh, I want breakfast.  I’m starved.  I drank her milk last night and it was delicious but I conked out soon after.  So I’ve laid off of it this morning.”

“What would you like?” asked Heather.

“Just a bowl of cereal; with Symphony’s milk.  Do we have a pump or something we can attach to her?”

Heather laughed.  “No, I’m afraid we don’t have a breast pump.  But we have the two girls from last night still.  I could have them milk the girl.”

For the next twenty minutes, Symphony knelt on all fours on the table as the two milkmaids coaxed her milk out of her into the two bowls placed beneath her breasts.  Again, she was humiliated beyond belief as she was treated like a human cow.

They chatted between themselves as their fingers squeezed and slid over the supple flesh.  As she listened to their banter, Symphony realized that they had been part of the entertainment too.  They talked about the various partygoers and compared notes on the sizes of cocks and the demands of the mistresses.

The rest of the week was also thrilling.  But Tuesday finally arrived.  She was collected by the same two males and delivered to the No Escape headquarters.  Erika and Tracy spent an hour with her, interviewing her, before they gave her clothes and returned her to her home.

“What did you like best about it?” asked Tracy.

“The helplessness, I suppose.  I didn’t have to worry about making any decisions since there was nothing I could do or change.”

“What did you like least about it?” asked Erika.

“The helplessness, I suppose.  It was terrifying to have no say in what you did or what was done to you.”

They did not ask about the actual activities that Symphony had experienced.  They were more interested in how she felt about the experience during the week and now that it was over.

“Did you feel safe?” asked Tracy.

“Yes and no,” replied Symphony.  “I felt somewhat threatened and vulnerable the whole week.  My fate was in their hands and I had no control.  But they did not seem like cruel people.  It’s not like they harmed me.  And it’s not like I worried that they would actually kidnap me or something.  And Erika’s visits did a lot to make me safe.”

“I enjoyed the visits too,” smiled Erika.  Symphony giggled.  Tracy raised her eyebrows, wondering what the giggling was all about.

“One last question,” said Tracy.  “Would you consider doing it again?  And why or why not?”

“Oh yes,” gushed Symphony.  “I want to do it as often as I can.  I have already figured out how I can do it again next month.  It can only be for a long weekend next time but I just have to do it again soon.  It was the most thrilling week of my life!”

A month went by and the day for Symphony’s collection arrived.  The males arrived early this time and once again forced their way into her house.  A hand was clamped over her mouth and another arm wrapped around her body, holding her in place.  The second male bound her ankles and then bound her wrists behind her back.  A ball was stuffed into her mouth and straps were buckled behind her head to hold it in place.  She did not struggle.  She knew the routine and it didn’t make any sense at all for her to hurt the men or hurt herself.  Besides, it was thrilling enough without any struggling.  She could feel the adrenalin coursing through her veins and could feel her pussy getting damp with arousal.

The routine was a little different this time.  Instead of delivering her with her clothes on, they stripped her.  One man held her upright as the second man produced a knife.  The t-shirt and shorts were the first to go.  Then, with three quick slices, her bra fell to the floor.  The knife-wielding male paused in his chore for a moment to grab the full breasts and squeeze them harshly, causing Symphony to grunt through her gag.  Finally, two quick slices relieved her of her panties.

Then they did something else that was different from her first time.  They bent her over the back of the sofa and then, one at a time, they fucked her.  Symphony was in heaven as the massive cocks filled her.  She rubbed herself against the sofa trying to give herself an orgasm.  She wasn’t able to get the right friction, though, because of the way her legs were tied together.  But it was still a very gratifying sexual experience as two loads of sperm flooded her sex.

After they fucked her, one of the males produced a syringe.  She watched wide-eyed as the needle was plunged into her arm and the contents of the syringe were emptied into her.  She was sleeping soundly within mere moments.  The men packed her into a box that they had brought and carried her back to the waiting van.  Then, one of the men went back into the house to gather the ruined clothes and make sure there was no evidence of the collection.

Sam and Ray arrived at Symphony’s house at the appointed time, an hour later.  When nobody opened the door after they knocked, they tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked.  They let themselves in and searched the house but found it empty.  Then they returned to the No Escape to Paradise headquarters.

“Do you have another team of collectors?” asked Sam when they found Erika.

“No, just you two,” she replied.

Then she must have just changed her mind.  She wasn’t home.  But I thought it was odd that there were some broken rope fibers in the front entryway and what looked like semen stains on the top of the couch.  They were still wet.”

Erika’s eyes flew open wide at the news.  “Oh my!”  The girl hadn’t been collected by her company’s team.  But she had definitely been collected by someone.

The End