Ongoing story of a young mother and her two daughters kidnapped by slaving organization. Starts slow and builds more extreme depending on comments,
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She slowly awoke, and stretched her lean and fit body under the light sheets. She was sad to be waking alone, again. But her husband often promised that soon his company would be successful enough that he would be home with her and their two daughters as much as they wanted. She laid in bed reflecting on her very fortunate life. She married young, eloping when she turned 18 to marry her older, but wonderful husband against the wishes of her very conservative parents. At the time he was an office man, working long hours to make others rich, but doing well. Within a year her eldest daughter was born. As beautiful as her mother, a quiet and respectful child who was good in school and an excellent dancer and gymnast. A child every parent would wish for. Barely over a year after they welcomed their second daughter into the family. A shy but stunning tiny girl, quiet and studious. The perfect gift for her 20th birthday. Her husband started his company shortly after. They were doing very well, a large home outside of the city, with a huge, private yard surrounded by shrubs and trees, a personal trainer to keep the young mother looking her best, the latest fashions and tutors and trainers for the girls. She slowly rose from her bed and put on a silky, mid-thigh length light silk robe over her light, nearly transparent negligée and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast for the girls. Unaware how their lives would change in moments.
The First daughter down was Riri, her eldest, wearing a silk robe she loved, but that her mother thought was far too short barely hanging below the shapely curves of her teen bottom. And it showed far too much of her mid-size, shapely chest for her mother’s liking, open deep down her chest making it obvious she wore nothing under it. Ami, her youngest, was shortly behind Riri, wearing a mid-thigh night shirt that reminded her of just how fast her daughter was growing, fitting tightly across her budding chest and hips. Mirei made a mental note that she would have to take her daughter shopping for new clothes to fit her rapidly growing teen frame. As they sat down for breakfast the bell rang that would change their lives forever. Without knowing Mirie made her way down the hall to the front door and looked through the peephole. Seeing only a lone man wearing the uniform of a gas worker, and carrying a small tool box she opened the door.
As the man stepped quickly into the door to block it from closing, he flipped open the lid of the box and pulled out a pistol. “Quiet, inside, now” was all he said, as she saw a group of men getting out of a large van, and one man from a very expensive looking luxury car as she was forced quickly backwards into the hall. As the group of men rushed in the door one grabbed her, pressing her roughly against the wall tightly covering her mouth while 4 men ran into the kitchen where the girls were sitting for breakfast. In a matter of moments, the mother and daughters were tied to chairs tightly, sitting facing the very well-dressed older man. As he walked toward the mother, tied between her two young daughters he began to speak “your situation is quite simple. Your husband borrowed very large sums of money to try to launch his company, and paid back very little. We are here to collect his debt. You, and the girls, are that payment. You will be trained, disciplined, used, and sold”. As he spoke a very attractive woman, dressed in a tight black silk dress walked into the kitchen. “Maya will be overseeing your training, and preparation for transport to the facility. You should listen carefully to her, because any lapse will be punished severely”. With that he turned and walked out, leaving the three captives with six large, rough looking men, Maya, and three very large suitcases.
As she moved to one of the suitcases and removed a flogger, with a bundle of thin leather strands nearly a meter long the woman spoke “the rules are simple, you do not speak unless asked a direct question. You do what you are told, regardless of how humiliating or painful it is. You will be taught how to kneel, how to stand, how to sit. You will address all people as master, mistress, sir or madam. If you hesitate to do as told, you will be punished. If you do not do what you are told well enough, you will be punished. If you fail to please whoever is using you, you will be punished. You will now be collared and your training will begin”. She nodded to one of the men as she walked toward the sobbing mother. “You don’t have to do this, I will sell the house, work and give you everything” sobbed the young mother before the whip slashed cruelly across her breasts, drawing a piercing scream with the light silk of her robe doing nothing to reduce the pain and shock of the strike. “SILENCE, you were not told to speak. You will stand, and pile your clothing at my feet. Then you will kneel with your knees wider than your shoulders and hold your hair out of the way for collaring, slave” was the only answer to her pleas. The man moved behind her and released her bonds to allow the sobbing woman to stand and strip.
She stood, crying and shaking her head no, clutching her aching breasts when the lash struck again, a rapid backhand strike across her belly just below her arms drawing another scream. “NOW SLAVE” barked the woman with the whip as she drew back her arm for another strike. Sobbing and shaking, the beautiful mother slipped the robe from her shoulders, revealing the translucent silk negligee she wore under it, her dark pink nipples and pubic bush clearly visible through the light silk fabric. Sobbing harder her trembling hands undid the strings holding the top together and she let it slip off and fall to the floor with her robe. Standing naked except for the tiny, see-through thong, crying and shaking, she tried to cover her pert, c cup breasts with her arm while she held the strap of the small panties she wore, trying to work up the nerve to finish stripping in this room with strangers, and her two young daughters. The whip sang out again wrapping around her hip and snapping against her shapely bum. “FASTER, AND LOWER YOUR ARM, NOW” as the whip snapped again, wrapping around her other hip and biting into her naked bottom yet again. Screaming and jumping from the burn of the whip she quickly pushed the last small piece of cloth from her hips and let her tiny thong fall to the floor, slowly lowering her arms to her sides. Sobbing and shaking, she looked at the floor, head down, naked in front of all.
“On your knees, back straight, arms behind your head, elbows out, NOW” said the trainer, smiling at the poor mother’s embarrassment, drawing her arm back to strike again. Mirei slowly sank to her knees, lifting her long black hair from her neck and back, her elbows spread wide lifting her firm C cup breasts up and prominently forward. Maya stepped forward, and used a foot to force her spread knees farther apart, and used her hand to push Mirie’s slim shoulders back, lifting and accentuating her breasts more. As she walked to the suitcase that she had taken the whip from, Maya explained “this is the first position you will learn. Whenever you are told to kneel you will immediately take this position, and wait until told to move ”, From the case she took a plain, thick black leather collar and four matching cuffs with small brass locks on each. “Until you earn the right to cover yourself these will be all you wear, but you will wear a collar for the rest of your life. You are a slave now, a toy to please anyone who wishes. The sooner you realize this, the less difficult your life will be”. Stepping forward Maya wrapped the collar around Mirie’s slim neck,closing the lock with a quiet, but final click and turning it so the lock was in the back, a d ring with a tag bearing the number 182 hanging in the front. Maya then locked a cuff onto each wrist, allowing the slave now known as number 182 to return her hands behind her neck. As Maya finished, one of the men stepped to the center of the kitchen and took several pictures of the naked, humiliated woman kneeling with her legs spread widely and sobbing.
Stepping in front of the eldest daughter Maya spoke again “You know what is expected, will this be difficult, or will you be a cooperative slave and do as you’re told?”. Riri sobbed, and quietly said “I will do as you wish, madam” looking down at the floor. The Whip snapped out, ripping a scream from the tied teen girl “you look at me when you speak, and I am your mistress. DO YOU UNDERSTAND”. Riri looked up, tears running down her cheeks “yes mistress, I understand”. The man behind removed her bonds, allowing the sobbing teen to stand and quickly remove her robe. As she hesitates slightly before removing her red lace bikini panties Maya again draws her arm back to strike with the cruel whip the poor teen girl quickly pushes her small panties down and drops to her knees beside her equally naked mother and widely spread her legs, terrified of the evil woman before her with the whip. In seconds she is also collared and cuffed, wearing the number 184 on her collar. Again, the man takes several pictures of the two beautiful naked women kneeling on the hard floor.
Stepping in front of the trembling, crying youngest daughter Maya spoke again. “I hope you will not be as anxious to get naked in a room full of strange men as your slutty sister, I am looking forward to your screams. Do you know what you must do”. “Yes mistress” quietly sobbed the young girl as she looked the older woman in the eye. When the ropes dropped from the girl, she quickly pulled the tight shirt off, standing naked. Her small budding breasts and bare slit next to her mother and sister highlighted her young age as she slowly sank to her knees to be collared and cuffed, trembling in fear and humiliation. As soon as the collar with tag number 183 and the cuffs were locked on her wrists the man pulled Ami’s arms down and behind her, locking the cuffs together. He then moved down the line and did the same to her sister and mother. While this was happening the man with the camera was taking countless pictures, from every angle, of the three bound nude captives. The three girls also saw a man setting up a very expensive professional video camera in the corner. Maya walked to the youngest daughter and crouched down. While she slowly caressed up the young girl’s body, from gently stroking her small rosebud and sliding a finger through her hairless slit. She stroked the girl’s pussy several times, then slid her hand over her nearly bare mound and up to her budding breasts. As she pinched a nipple, getting a quiet “owww” from the girl she grabbed her delicate chin with her other hand, forcing the girl to look her in the eye. Maya smiled, and quietly said to the girl “you’re going to be a movie star, are you happy sweet Ami”. Shen clipped a chain leash to the girl’s collar, and stood.
Within seconds leashes were clipped to the other two collars, and all three girls were pulled to their feet and led into the adjoining sitting room, with its large leather couch and chairs. The girls were led to opposite ends of the large coffee table in the center of the room, and told to kneel facing the couch. Meanwhile the mother was led to the couch, and told to sit in the middle. As she sat, facing the two leashed girls Maya explained to the mother “you will now do as you’re told, or we will make you beg to do worse. Your training is beginning now.” She tugged the leash in her left hand, and caressed Ami’s kneeling body with the whip in her right hand while looking down at the kneeling girl, then back at her shocked mother.” Do you understand?” “Yes mistress,” the young mother sobbed.
One of the men steps to the side of the sobbing woman and undoes his zipper, pulls his soft cock out of his pants and turns her by her shoulders to face him. He taps a finger on her lips and says “suck, slave”. Sitting nearly sideways on the couch, so the girl can clearly see her face, and everything that she is doing, the slave looks sadly up at the man standing in front of her. SLAP, he sharply slaps the side of her face, throwing her head to the side. “SUCK, NOW”, drawing his hand back to strike again. The young mother slowly opens her mouth and leans forward to take the limp cock in her mouth, sobbing quietly. As her two daughters watch, shocked, she slowly and gently sucks the man’s hardening cock. When he is fully erect, he grabs the sides of her head and starts fucking her wet mouth deeply and roughly. Ami cannot watch her mother’s humiliation and looks down, closing her eyes, trying to ignore the obscene gagging and slurping form her mother’s face fucking in front of her. The sharp snap of the whip on skin, as Maya lashes down with the whip, the ends curling under Ami’s pussy, igniting it in burning pain, drawing a squeal from the girl. “Watch, and learn my sweet little slut, you will need to know when your turn comes. And it will, very soon toy.” glancing to the side Ami sees a man kneeling behind her bound, nude sister. As Ami watches he starts kneading and pinching her sister’s tits, pinching and pulling her nipples roughly. One hand slides down her sister’s body and begins to rub between her legs while his other hand mauls her tender breasts, forcing moans and sobs from her teen mouth.
