Kidnapped into Slavery part 1

Author: plugged
Title: Kidnapped into Slavery part 1
Date: 27 September 2008

by: Skinphil
skinphil1@yahoo.com


Part 1

Scar drove the van for over an hour, Shit and I both blindfolded and manacled in the back. It was an uncomfortable ride, as we slipped and bumped our way over the entire trip. I realised we had arrived, when the van turned, and started to drive slowly, with the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels. It was a long driveway, and became a rough track. We drove for another 5 minutes or so, and then the van stopped. It then started to reverse, and I could distinguish a change in the engine note, as if we were in a tunnel. Scar got out, slamming the door. I could here voices, and then a heated exchange began. This lasted for several minutes, and then Scar came back to the van, and opened the side sliding door. "I am sorry Daniel, truly I am. I had no idea what this pig had in mind. Please forgive me." With that, I felt my body being dragged out of the van. And being manhandled down an echoing concrete corridor. I heard the van start up, and drive out, and steel doors slam shut. "NO!" I screamed realising what had happened. "NO, NOT ME!" I screamed again, but I knew I had no way to escape: I was doomed to my fate.

I was dragged without care for my skin or body, being manhandled through doors and against rough concrete walls. I sensed others around me, but could not determine who or how many. Finally, I was dumped in a cold damp room, and left manacled and blindfolded. I remained this way for many hours, or so I felt, as I was unable to move or see any light or movement. I was left to contemplate my fate, and I felt betrayed. I was a master not a slave. I owned slaves, I trained slaves, and I was not a whore to be fucked at the whim of a master. I was not a dog to be whipped and beaten as the master saw fit. But I was helpless: manacled and blindfolded, at anyone's mercy. I heard a noise at last. A key in the door, a sound of footsteps, heavy boots near my head, heavy breathing, the smell of raw leather, the smell of a man, sensual, sending my senses reeling, my cock starting to rise for a heavy session of rough sex. PAIN, my head is in pain, the boot, kicking my head, kicking my body, my ribs caving in, and my head again, my back, and my kidneys. I was being beaten viciously, and not a word being said. My cock was still hard, and growing harder, a second pair of boots next to my head. They smelled of cumm. I loved that smell. It made me harder again, and I could feel myself Cumming. Then the whip flayed my back. It continued to strike and strike til I went into unconsciousness.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I was still manacled and blindfolded when I awoke. I could feel pain in every part of my body. I lay there for many hours, going in and out of consciousness all day or night, whatever it was. Finally I heard the key in the lock again. I was determined not to show fear. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Where am I, and why have I beenÉ." I was subjected to further kicks to the body, and I started to spew. I could taste blood in my mouth. I felt a chain being placed on the collar, but did not have the strength to resist. Now I knew how Shit had felt when we had brought him back to the house. I could hear the chain being hammered onto something, but could not see. Then the manacles were removed, and so was the blindfold, but my eyes were full of blood, and I still could not see. I was left alone once again. I lay on the floor for some time, trying to orientate myself. I decided to try and explore my cell, try to ascertain what and where I was. I tried to stand, but fell down, pain in my legs too great to stand. After several attempts to stand, I decided to crawl, and made my way to the place where I thought the door was positioned. I was close, and from there moved along the wall to the corner. There was nothing in my way. I continued to follow the wall, and came across a bed, hung from the wall, by hitting my head on the iron frame. Knowing there was a bed was comforting, and I continued to explore. The bed went to the next corner, and as I moved to the third wall, I found the toilet, metal and without a seat. I flushed the toilet, wetting my hands and rubbing them on my face. I started to see glimmers of light, and started to scoop water out of the toilet to wash my face and eyes. Finally, I was able to see slightly out of my eyes. They were badly swollen, and I could hardly open the eyelids. I was in a jail cell, about 9' by 6'. A bed, toilet and hand basin was its only furnishing. The mattress was a horsehair filled 4" slab, and as comfortable as a slab of concrete. There was a small barred window up high on the wall above the bed. It was too high to reach to look out of, being at least 12' above the bed. The ceiling was very high, and had 1 single light bulb. The door was solid steel, with an inspection hatch near the centre. I was in jail, and chained to the wall of my cell. The chain had been riveted to the wall by a hasp set into the solid concrete. I did not have any strength left to try and pull on it to see if it would move. I moved over to the bed, crawled onto the hard mattress, and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

The keys in the lock awoke me. It was daylight, but on what day I did not know. I looked up as a large muscular guy entered with a bowl, and placed it just inside the door, and left, locking the door behind him. I fell back to sleep. Again the keys in the lock awoke me. Without moving, I looked up at the door. This time, a different guy entered. He was dressed in a uniform, but made of leather. He wore leather jodhpurs, leather shirt with epaulets, knee high leather boots with steel toecaps gleaming in what little sun shone through the barred window. He picked up the bowl of food, and walked over to me. "Not hungry I see." And started to pour the food over me. It was a thin soup like substance, salty to the taste, but foul to the smell. "I will not waste good food on you! No food for this prisoner for 10 days!" He turned and walked out, the key turning in the lock again. I was not left to myself for long. Within minutes, the key turned again, and the muscular guy entered. He had a whip in his hand, dressed also in leather, only his cock and buttocks were free to be seen, and his chest was encased in a metal chain harness. His boots were also steel capped, but shorter and laced. He grabbed me, and turned me over on the bed, and started to flog me with the whip, and as I reeled from the pain, felt him start to rip my clothes off me. My shirt was ripped to shreds from the previous whipping, and my bleachers too were ripped from wear and from the whipping. Within seconds, he was forcing his cock up my ass, pushing relentlessly without lubrication, and without foreplay. His relentless whipping and pushing, finally entering me with sharp massive pain, and immediately pumping me hard and fast, still flogging me with the whip. My back felt as if it was torn to shreds, when he started to whip my legs and feet, I realised he was Cumming inside me. He collapsed on my back in a sweaty heap. I could smell his unwashed body, his manly sweat, and I felt a stirring in my groin. Why was it that pain and the smell of an unwashed man always turned me on? The more he hurt me the more I would be turned on.

My body was unable to heal completely, as my tormentor liked his dose of sadomasochism every day, and he was never gentle. The constant floggings reduced me to a cringing heap, beaten, and battered, chained and poorly fed, I was unable to defend myself. It was several months before anything changed in my new life. Apart from my muscled, whip frenzied fuck buddy, I was subjected to being fucked by several other leather clad muscle heads on a daily basis. Every one of them was shaven headed, heavily tattooed, and wore the same clothing of leather chaps, chain harness and laced steel capped boots. Their whole body was shaved of every single hair, and their bodies were very smooth. But today was different. Today, my chain was being removed from the wall. I had not washed or showered in all the time I was at the prison, and my smell must have been horrific, but they did not seem to notice, as they fucked me every day. Only my muscle headed fuck buddy ever whipped me, and I found out this day, that this was because he was my new master.