A New Job

Four months have passed since Mike took me as his slave, since I was blackmailed into being his whore in lieu of threats of being sold off to a foreign country as a sex slave. He wanted to keep me for now, and I hoped that I was enough of a toy to keep him from auctioning me. 

I made his breakfast today, wearing nothing but pink panties. My former muscular body type was now slim and skinny. I looked like I hadn't eaten in quite some time. My back and stomach were bony thin. 

Mike's favorite was scrambled eggs. I could hear him watching television as I cooked up the eggs for him. He liked throwing them at me and wetting my hair with them to humiliate me. He also enjoyed dumping glasses of water on my head before raping my face with his huge cock.

Two weeks into my enslavement, Mike informed me that the deal had changed. I was in no place to object, strapped down to the dining table with duct tape plastered across my face. He told me that my obituary had been published and that my family thinks I'm dead. I don't remember crying as much ever as I did at that moment. And he simply went back to pounding my ass with his cock.

I finished cooking the eggs, and I put them on a plate for Mike. I left the kitchen, slowly approaching the living room. He didn't like when I moved too fast, especially when he had friends over like today. I looked down at my feet as I walked over to the side of the couch where Mike sat. 

"Master," I said.

"Yes, Colleen?" Mike said. His friend snickered from his nearby lounge chair, groping my ass.

"I made you your favorite, sir."

"That's good. Go sit on my friend,'s, Tom's, lap while I eat." 

"Fuck yeah, I want to feel that ass by my cock" Tom said. I gave Mike his plate and a fork and looked at Tom nervously. I had no shirt on, and the panties did nothing to hide my ass as boxers would.

"Slave," Mike said as a warning. I was taking too long. I hurried to Tom's side, and I plopped down on his lap My ass cheeks touched his thighs, and my legs went to the right and left of him. I felt like a stripper at a club. It was horrible and dehumanizing.

Tom kissed my neck. I knew I shouldn't enjoy it. I was a slave for god's sake. But my body responded, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roll back into my head from swelling pleasure. Tom's hands found their way to my ass, and he spanked me lightly, jiggling my cheeks.

"God I need this one," Tom said. He spanked me again, hard this time. He then started to suck on my nipples. I moaned in pleasure, feeling his tongue tease my nipples. The suction felt heavenly. 

Tom was nearer to my age than Mike. They probably knew each other because of their wealth and connections. His chest was sculpted and defined, and his shoulders were wide. His face was cleanly shaven, and his hair was short and sweet. My hair was almost shaved off, a thin layer remaining. Mike had taken it as a punishment for insubordination.

I felt Tom's cock harden against my body.

"You can buy her, she's trained well. I told her I wouldn't sell her overseas if she was nice. So I'm not doing that. And plus, she likes you," Mike said. 

"How much?" Tom said huskily, undoing his pants' belt. He slipped out his cock, and I began to grind on it.

"Twenty grand. Plus one grand for shipping." I tried to turn my head to object, but Tom grabbed the sides of my head, and he planted a kiss on my mouth. 

"Deal. Fuck man, she's good."

"Master--" I started to say. Tom quickly ball gagged me. Tom's cock neared my asshole. I felt it poke me there. He hungrily licked my chest, playing with my tits roughly. He spat on his fingers, taking a break for a moment, and he wetted up his dick.

"I'll go get the contract," Mike said. He left the room. Right when he left, Tom threw me on the floor, positioning himself behind my skinny flat ass.

"You're mine now, Colleen," Tom said. He plunged his cock into me with one swift stride. I howled into my gag, tearing up. He hammered my ass, not letting up on the rhythm. Fire surged in my ass as he stretched me. My vision turned blurry from my tears, and I heard Mike re-enter the room. The only sound in the room was my ass getting pounded from behind and the sound of Tom signing a contract agreement.

He spanked my ass as he picked up the pace even more, fucking me hard enough until I saw stars, his dick hammering my prostate. I screamed and moaned into my ball gag to no avail.

"You love being raped, don't you, Colleen." Tom turned me over so I could see his lustful eyes as he pounded me missionary style, keeping my legs apart to fuck my ass. "You have a whore's ass, I love them that way."

"That's why I'm selling the bitch, she got too loose for me," Mike said, "I love them virgin tight."

Tom began stroking my cock as he fucked me. I hardened immediately at his touch, and he laughed. He moved to my tits, groping my chest hard while continuing to plunge his dick into me.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Get a butt plug."

"Already have one." Mike handed Tom a butt plug as he shot his load into my frail, skinny body. I felt his warm cum inside of me, soothing my stretching ass. I cried, muffled by the gag, as Tom shoved a butt plug into my bruised butt, keeping the cum inside. 

"Let's box her up," Tom said. The two men left the room, leaving me on the floor, curled up into a ball. They returned quickly with a big box. The box had holes for wires and air to go inside. They opened the box, revealing a comfy-looking area. It looked like something you'd transport a dog long distances with. I looked at my ass, and I noticed a tail end sticking out of my ass, attached to the butt plug. 

"Mpph?" I said into my gag. Tom came over to me, rubbing my head tenderly. 

"Colleen, I don't want a slave. I want a pet, did Mike not tell you? Say ruff for me."

"Ruff," I said, crying. 

"Get on your four legs. You no longer have arms, Collie."

"Mph." I got on all fours, and Tom quickly attached a collar to my neck, a leash attached to the collar. He guided me toward the box, pulling gently.

Mike kicked my ass, literally, and I moved inside the box, sitting in it like a dog. Tom unfastened the ball gag.

"Thank you," I sputtered.

"Dogs don't talk," Tom said. He shoved a spider gag into my mouth, keeping my mouth perpetually open, a hole big enough for his cock to fit through in the gag. He put a finger under my chin, guiding me to meet his eyes. I met his eyes, and he spat on me. 

"Good Collie." He groped my nipples, pinching them and rubbing them between his fingers. I whined softly. He put the final touch on his package, snapping pink, fluffy handpaws on me. They were paws and handcuffs at the same time."Okay, let's close the box."

Darkness engulfed me for hours. Sometimes I was in a car. Sometimes I was in a storage facility. I just knew I wasn't at Mike's home in San Jose any longer. The gag in my mouth made me slobber and drool, and the few times I fell asleep resulted in me drooling all over my chest. 

Suddenly a jolt occurred, and I realized my box was being carried out of a car. I smelled fresh air nearby and I sniffed, going to the side of the box. 

"Thanks," Tom said. 

"Course, heavy package you got there," the mail guy said.

"Yeah."

I was lifted into the air again and carried into Tom's house presumably until the box was suddenly torn open. I winced as the light hit me, and I felt Tom grab my paws.

"C'mon Collie." I let him pull me out. He withdrew the tail butt plug from my ass, and he hugged my frail, hungry body.

"Ruff ruff," I said, pleading with him. I hoped me speaking like that would make me happy. It seemed to, and he smiled. But then he unbuckled his pants, and my sexual torture began. The rest of that day was an endless cycle of rape without even being tied up, just gagged and pawed, then groping, then drinking his piss, and finally we slept together. I was tied up while we slept like a hog. My nightmare wasn't over. It had just shifted locations.