Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves[8] 
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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                       Part Eight

    Devon's third show had not been with Brigitte. Instead, wearing
the same schoolgirl outfit, she'd been raped and ass fucked by a
tall, muscular black man. The man had roughly stripped her, pushed
her flat on the low stage and spread his weight on top of her. Then
he'd roughly sodomized her as the men stood around and watched in
amusement.

   He had been so much bigger than her that he'd crushed her
beneath his weight. His cock had been long and thick and had hurt
badly as he'd pumped it in and out of her anal opening. What was
worse, two men who'd been watching wouldn't let her leave when the
show was over.

   Instead, she'd had to lay there on her belly as first one, then
the other, imitated the black man's efforts, coming down on her
back and raping her little asshole with all their might. She hadn't
liked that at all.

   She'd been near where Amber was being stretched on the wheel,
and had watched the man slapping her titties, and then the group of
men who'd gathered around her. After that, Amber had been untied
and led off, a full hour before she was supposed to be shifted.

   After the two men had ass fucked her, she'd gone into the back
for a shower and then changed into her little waitress outfit.
She'd run into Brigitte along the way.

   "Where did they take Amber?" she asked.

   "Huh?"

   "Amber. My friend Amber. She was on the wheel."

   "Don't ask questions kid. It's none of your business." Brigitte
frowned.

   "I just wondered."

   "They sold her, OK?"

   "Sold her?"

   "Yeah. Something wrong with that?"

   "Well, it's just that... I won't get to see her anymore."

   "Tough."

   "But, who did they sell her to?"

   "How should I know. Forget her and get your pussy out there on
the floor." She shoved Devon towards the door.

   She'd gone out as she was told. Before she even made it a dozen
steps she was pulled down to the ground by a horrendously fat man.
His fat belly had almost smothered her as she'd sucked him, then
nearly crushed her as he fucked her.

   When he was finished, she found her dress was ripped in several
places and had to go back into the private area for a new one.
There were two girls there, both younger than her. They'd both been
here longer though. They were talking and at first she didn't pay
much attention to them, then their words penetrated to her
subconscious.

   "...think it's a waste is all. Mistress should get rid of him."

   "He pays a lot of money though." The other girl said. They were
changing into their costumes for a show. They were to play sisters
in a bed at night who started fucking each other.

   "It's just that she was such a sweet little thing."

   "Forget her."

   "Well, it's just a shame is all. That man is really mean. He
could beat up girls without killing them."

   "He likes to kill girls, Brigitte says, especially jewish
girls."

   "Is Emma Jewish?"

   "Uh, huh. I think so."

   "So he's gonna kill her then? I still say that's a waste. She
has a really pretty face and nice hair. It's not her fault she's
little and flat."

   "She's only about thirteen."

   "I wasn't flat a thirteen."

   "You were never flat." The other girl giggled.

   "Are you talking about Emma Myers?" she asked. The two turned
and one nodded.

   "Yeah. You know her?"

   "I saw her this morning in Mistress's quarters.

   "Was she eating Mistress?" one of them giggled.

   "Uh, huh. What's wrong with her?"

   "She's been sold, silly."

   "To that awful Gunther man."

   "Is that bad?"

   "Course it's bad, silly. Gunther beats up girls bad, an' when he
wants to really really hurt  them, he buys em'."

   "Everyone knows from hearing the Mistress's and Masters talk
that girls he buys get killed in awful ways."

   "Mistress wouldn't allow that, would she?"

   "Course she would."

   "The girl is only untrained meat anyways."

   "Huh?"

   "Like you when you got here. She's not trained."

   "Guess it would be a waste of time." the other said.

   "Do all the girls that get sold get killed?" Devon asked,
worriedly, thinking of Amber.

   "No silly, most of em' don't anyway."

   Later that day she was called up to see Mistress again. That
happened often enough and she was always proud, knowing how jealous
the other girls were. This time though there was another girl
there.

   The last time, Emma had been there and Mistress had had her and
Emma suck each other. Emma hadn't been happy though, snivelling and
crying a lot. She had been hoping to be alone with Mistress now and
was unhappy to find this other girl.

   The other girl was a slim redhead. Her eyes were wide and
vacant, which Devon knew meant she was still on the drugs. She was
new then, she realized. The girl was sitting in Freda's lap and
Devon was instantly jealous. She walked over and knelt in front of
Freda's chair as the woman caressed the redhead's small breasts.

   "Isn't she sweet, Devon?"

   "Yes, Mistress." Devon answered, dutifully. Slut, she thought.

   "She's a pretty little thing, yes she is." Freda cooed, kissing
the girl on the cheek. "Her name is Amy. She's from Ireland." She
shifted the girl about so Amy was sitting with her back to Freda's
chest, using the Mistress like a chair.

   Freda had one arm around the girl's waist and the other was
caressing her hair as she leaned back. Freda pulled her legs apart,
which pulled the other girl's apart as well.

   "Suck her off, Devon."

   Devon pushed the girl's legs wider and pushed her face into her
crotch, which was still tinged with red fur. She was resentful at
having to lick this new girl, especially as she had all that hair
that would get in her teeth. Still, there was no thought of
disobeying.

   She slurped her tongue up and down the girl's cunt slit, pumping
it in and out as Freda continued to caress Amy's hair and face,
eyeing her dazed eyes closely. Devon sought out Amy's clit and
began to lick at it, her tongue whipping up and down and up and
down in quick, rasping motions.

   The girl began to stir, whining and jerking her legs and arms.

    "Shhhhhh. You keep still, little one." Freda cooed.    "You let
Devon lick you good. It'll feel very nice."

   Devon buried her face in the girl's muff, slurping ad licking
and rubbing with her fingers. She pushed her finger in between the
cuntlips and began rubbing it up and down the inside of the pussy
lips. The girl groaned louder, humping up towards her face.

   Devon pushed her finger deeper and deeper, until she came to an
obstruction. She frowned, her concentration on licking the clitty.
She pushed harder, stabbing her finger forward. Amy yelped, her
cunt pushing and jerking hard as if she were in sudden pain.
Devon's finger slid deep into her very tight cunt.

   "Shit!" Freda cursed. She grabbed Devon's hair and twisted her
hard around so the blonde yelped in pain, then flung her to the
ground.

   "What did you do you stupid cunt?!"

   "I... I only licked her like you said, Mistress." Devon whined,
holding her hair. Freda slid a finger into Amy's pink cunt and
probed around. Her face was furious as she looked over at Devon.

   "You fucking imbecile slut!!" she raged. "She was a virgin. Do
you know how much her cherry was worth?" In fact, she wasn't really
planning on auctioning the cherry, she had planned to save it as a
novelty, and eventually take it herself, using her biggest strap-on
dildo.

   "I didn't tell you to stuff your dirty little finger up her
cunt, you bitch!" she snarled. She shoved Amy aside and stood up,
then kicked forward with her foot, slamming her boot hard into
Devon's belly as the blonde knelt there.

   Devon gave a low gasp as air shot out of her lungs and fell
forward. Freda kicked her again, this time in the side, sending her
rolling onto the floor on her back. Fred followed and as Devon
twisted around frantically slammed her leather boot right up into
Devon's cuntmound.

   Devon shrieked with agony, her hands clutching her pussy as she
rolled over several times and curled into a ball on her side. Freda
stomped over next to her and slammed her boot heel down into
Devon's right breast, mashing it against the floor and grinding her
heel into it as Devon whined and sobbed and frantically tried to
apologise.

   There was a knock at the door and Franz entered. Freda kicked
her in the belly once again and moved away to confront him. "What
do you want?"

   "Uh, just these for you to approve." he handed her some papers.

   "You're mean." Devon said, clutching her wounded titty. Both of
them turned and stared at her in surprise. Freda glared angrily.

   "Looks like somebody needs some more training." Franz grinned.

    It had been a long day's wait, but the men were finally here.
The company had not been happy when he'd told them that the only
way to get the girl out was a frontal assault. Fortunately, they'd
had some influence with the federal German police.

   Most of the men were therefore, policemen. Jack and two of his
associates were to go in first and find Devon. They had twenty
minutes, no more, then the place would be raided.

   He didn't want to think about the headlines tomorrow. The press
would have a field day with a castle filled with sex slaves and
important industrialists an politicians. That wasn't his problem
though. Right now, his problem was gettin in.

   They couldn't bring their own weapons. Everyone passed through
a metal detector at the entrance. That didn't matter though. They'd
take guns from the guards when needed.

    "I'm sick of this little slut anyway." Freda snarled.

   "You want her retrained?"

   "No. Put her with the bitches for torture. Maybe she'll come to
learn some manners when her flesh is torn off by whips!"

   Franz dragged her up by the hair and pulled a pair of cuffs from
his pocket, clicking them around her wrists as he held them behind
her. She moved back to the couch and sat down, lifting Amy and
pulling her back across her lap again.

   Devon whimpered as Franz shoved her out of the room and dragged
her down the hall towards the stairs. "Too bad, bitch. Should have
kept your mouth shut." he grinned. He took her to the first floor,
then down the hall, away from the big hall where she'd worked that
day.

   They went down to the other end of the hall

       

   It was child's play to enter the private area, after all, the
guards were alert outside, but seemed to be distracted inside. They
just followed one of the girls through the door when she went in to
change.

   "I don't think you're supposed to be here." she said.

   "Forget about us." he said.

   "Okay." she replied, promptly turning her back and walking away.
Mark and Steve gazed after her in amazement, their eyes still
bulging from the scenes in the room they'd passed through.

   "If we wanted to, she'd fuck us right here, wouldn't she?" Mark
sighed.

   "We have work to do." Jack frowned, leading the way through to
the far end of the corridor and into the section used by the
Countess as her personal suite. They went up a lengthy set of
stairs and found themselves in a luxuriously carpeted hallway.

   "This looks like it." Jack said.

   "I liked it downstairs better. "Mark said.

   "Hold onto your dick, will you?"

   "Hell, I have to."

   They moved quietly down the hall, checking the doors they
passed. Then they opened a door and found a tall, skinny man
glaring at them in outrage.

   "Vos ist los?!" Gunther demanded.

   "Who are you? What do you do here?"

   Mark slammed his boot into the guy's crotch, doubling him over.
Jack brought his knee up into his face as he doubled down, throwing
him back up and pulping his face. The man flew across the room and
landed on his back, his head making a loud crack as it hit the
stone floor.

   Steve hurried over and checked his pulse. He looked up with a
frown. "He's dead."

   "Well he shouldn't have been so fuckin' noisy." Mark said.

   "I hate marines." Jack sighed.

   "Hey, up yours buddie."

   "Hey, look here." Steve pointed at a box the size of a small
coffin. He pried the top open and jumped back with a curse, then he
stepped forward again. Jack looked over his shoulders and saw a
very young teenage girl lying unmoving in the box.

   "Got a pulse, but it's pretty slow." Steve said.

   "She's been drugged, probably for shipping. The old guy must
have bought her."

   "Well, glad we killed him then, fuckin' pervert." Mark said,
indignantly.

   "I thought you wanted to screw them girls back there." Steve
said.

   "Not the little kids!" Mark snorted indignantly.

   "She's all right here. Let's go find the bitch." Jack said.

   "Not nice to talk about our client like that." Mark grinned.

   "Not her. The Countess." He shook his head and led the way back
into the hall and down towards the opposite end. They checked more
doors. Finally, he heard voices as he peeked into a room. They
moved carefully inside and across to a far door where the voices
were coming from.

   "Lick me darling. Lick Freda." One of the voices said.

   Jack nodded and they rushed in. There was a naked teenager
spreadeagled on the bed. Freda was squatting naked above her head.

   "What the... " She jumped up and ran towards the far wall as the
others ran forward. Her hand closed around a gun and she jerked it
out of a drawer, but then Jacks' fist tightened on her wrist and
she dropped the weapon with a cry of pain.

   "Nice lookin' pussy." Mark grinned.

   "Forget it, Mark. She don't do boys." Jack said.

   "Now suppose you tell me where Devon is, lady."

   "You had better leave before I call the police." she sneered.

   "If you don't tell me where Devon Hunter is I'm going to see how
much of the punishment you give the girls, that you can take." Jack
said. He shoved her across to Mark, who grabbed her arms and
twisted them up behind her back, holding them easily with one hand
as he got a solid grip on her hair with his other.

   Jack lifted a riding crop from the table beside the bed and
pushed the end against Freda's chin.

   "You like to use these, baby. I wonder how good they'll feel on
the receiving end?"

   "What do you want?" she gasped, fearfully.

   "I want the girl, Devon Hunter."

   "I don't know any such girl!" she protested. Jack raised the
crop and brought it slashing down across her round right breast.
She shrieked and hurled herself from side to side, crying out in
agony as an angry red line appeared on her tit.

   "I got all night, baby." Jack lied.

   "She's downstairs! She's downstairs!" the countess whined.

   "Where downstairs?" Jack raised the crop again.

   "She's... I sent her to the Aztec room." she whimpered.

   "The Aztec room, you mean where they sacrifice virgins."

   "Virgin, hah." she snarled. Jack slashed the crop down on her
other tit, whipping it several times as she sobbed and screamed and
jerked and twisted against Marks' hold.

   "I want to know exactly where she is." He said to the snivelling
woman, then he brought his knee slamming up into her crotch. Her
eyes opened wide and she grunted, and would have fallen had Mark
not held her.

    Devon was laid out on an alter, her wrists manacled in heavy
chains to the top corners of the stone. Her ankles were also bound,
but there was give in the chain so she could move them a little,
though not close them. Her back was cold on the stone and she
trembled, both with cold and fear.

   Around her, the room was in darkness, save for the circle of
tall candles lit all around the alter at a distance of about ten
feet. There were about twenty robed and hooded people standing
around just behind the candles. They were chanting something in
German.

   Then one of them stepped forward. He was tall and thin. She
could see nothing of his face behind the hood. Then he pulled the
hood back and she screamed. His face was a hideous mask of hair,
with long tusks coming out from the sides of his huge mouth.

   Then she sighed in relief, realizing it was a mask. The man was
wearing a mask like a monster of some kind. He dropped his robe and
walked up to the alter naked. His entire body was painted red. His
cock was huge! Then she realized that that too was fake.

   It still frightened her, for he apparently intended to stuff the
giant cock into her and she didn't think she could take it and
live. The thing was easily a foot long and as thick as a baseball
bat. He chanted louder than the others, then climbed up onto the
alter, coming down on her.

   She whimpered in fear as she felt the thing against her. It felt
like it was very hard, like bone or something. He pressed it
against her cunt and jammed down, causing pain to shoot into her
fuckhole. She grunted and whined as he put more and more pressure
against the hole.

   Slowly, slowly, she felt the thing forcing her cunt lips wider.
Already they were wider than they had ever been, but they tightened
and widened still further. Her cunt was on fire, burning with agony
as he split her open. She screamed, her body shaking and pulling
against the chains that held her.

   He pushed down harder, letting all his weight come down on the
hard sex organ and forcing it bit by bit up her undersized cunt
tunnel. She felt her cunt pipe tearing open, forced far apart as
the blunt hard object pushed relentlessly down into her body.

   Deeper and deeper it pushed, and she felt her pubic cones
separating as if she were giving birth. It moved further into her,
causing agonizing pains and cramps all through her lower belly. Her
cunt felt like it had been torn open, as if she had been stabbed by
a terrible knife or sword.

   Still it forced it's way inward, cramming her cunt walls apart,
rasping down her silky tunnel until it hit her cervix, and still it
pushed inward, causing incredible pain as it rammed against her
cervix with terrible force.

   She passed out from the pain. That wasn't part of the ceremony
though. As soon as they realized it someone moved forward with
smelling salts and woke her. She looked up at the devil mask above
her and screamed again. Her cunt was bloated with something huge
and hard.

   She felt it stuffed way up in her belly and groaned in terrible
pain. Then the demon man began to pull back. The hard cock thing
was locked tightly inside her, her pussy lips so taut around it
that it wouldn't move. He had to exert all his force to slowly rip
the thing back down her cunt, actually lifting up her body from the
alter by the force of the suction her cunt exerted on the massive
thing.

   He pulled it out, then pushed it slowly back in. He wasn't being
gentle or considerate. No amount of force would get the thing to
move faster. He fucked her in slow, measured strokes, groaning and
grunting with the strain as Devon wept and shook.

   Slowly he managed to work up some speed, though not much, and
fucked down into her hard enough to make her grunt loudly every
time the thing thrust into her. He fucked for long minutes until
finally he reached down to his groin and squeezed the base of the
fake cock.

   Something hot and wet sprayed into Devon's belly. It wasn't like
a cum, with it's small shooting wads. This was a massive outpouring
as if someone had turned on a hose inside her. The liquid was very
hot and bubbled in the deepest recesses of her cunt as the demon
man slowly pulled the hard bone-like cock out of the tight confines
of her pussy.

   Finally it pulled free and her cunt gaped open, thick red liquid
gushing out of it. She looked at it in horror, realizing it was
blood and knowing she would die from that great a wound. She didn't
feel like she'd been cut, but the pain in her cunt was enough to
blur something like that.

   She waited to get cold and weak, which she knew was what
happened when you lost a lot of blood, yet it didn't happen. The
blood wasn't hers. The man got back down off of her and held his
arms in the air, shouting something. The others responded and
slowly moved forward, standing around him.

   Then he turned back to Devon and he had a hideous long knife in
his hand. She stared up in terror as he raised it above her chest,
chanting along with the others. Suddenly a shot rang out and the
man was thrown backwards, landing on the floor in a tangle of
limbs.

   The others started screaming. They broke and ran in all
directions as Devon slumped back against the alter. A man came over
and stood next to her, gazing down at the blood still coming from
her cunt in horror.

   "It's not mine." she said. He looked at her with an odd
expression then looked relieved.

   "Well, that's good. I'm glad to finally meet you, Miss Devon.
I've come to take you home."

    Not a bad week, he thought to himself as he parked the car and
got out. It had been easy work, all things considered. Very
rewarding too. It wasn't every day you freed more than a hundred
enslaved women, most of them teenagers or younger. He opened the
front door of the mansion and stepped through.

   Amber came bouncing in from the other room, where she'd been
watching TV. Her face was happy and her eyes wide and pleased as he
locked the door behind him.

   "Welcome home, Master." she squealed. "Wanna fuck me?"

   "Yes, Amber. I think I do." he grinned. He gripped her hair,
pulling her face against his crotch. She giggled, her hands
fumbling at his belt and pulling his pants down. Once his cock
sprang out she turned and bent over, spreading her legs. He knelt
and stuffed his cock into her.