Slaver's Dozen (The Klitzman Stories) Read online

  Cringing at the outrageous request, Kit shook her head ‘no’. What choice did she have really? All of her wanted desperately to protest her treatment, to demand the respect she was due. But, for the first time in her life, she was not calling the shots.

  She felt the man’s large, rough hand envelope her breast. His hand was cool on her hot skin. He gently probed the soft mound, tapering his caress towards her stiff nipple. He rubbed it with one of his heavy, thick fingers. His ministration sent a tingle to her loins. Rukimo was holding her around her waist with his strong right arm. She could feel his firm grip on her waist. He pulled her closer to him and leaned his head over, taking her left nipple in his mouth.

  The warm lips sent a wave of unwanted pleasure through the girl. As the big, black man suckled at her teat, she could see the other black men watching her intently, measuring her. She closed her eyes to shut them out as the insistent lips pulled at her nipple. When Rukimo ran his rough tongue over the areola, she moaned.

  Rukimo, having obtained the desired response raised his head. “You’re a hot little wench, Kit. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  At this announcement, Kit’s heart fell. He was going to rape her, and probably the other men would too! She would do anything to avoid it, anything. If only she could speak. She looked at the man who possessed her flesh with pleading eyes. She murmured a little prayer to him, tears welling up in her eyes.

  “You want to say something, Kit? Is that it?” the man asked her, his voice deep and hard, with just a touch of treacle in it.

  Kit nodded. She felt the man’s hands reach behind her head and unbuckle the nefarious gag that had stifled her for the last two hours. When the gag was pulled free, it took the frightened girl a moment to find her voice. She was unused to pleading, to deferring to anyone’s control over her. She searched for the right words.

  “Please sir,” she said, her voice cracking, “please don’t rape me. I’ll do anything else, but please don’t fuck me, please. My father has money. He’s rich. He’ll pay you.”

  Rukimo feigned surprise. There had been a short debate when Nicholai had sent her pictures and vitals in, as to whether she should be picked as part of the ‘team’. Rich fathers could make trouble. But her snooty attractiveness, her plush breasts, her graceful hips and finely sculpted thighs had won the day. Klitzman defied the greatest governments on earth. Why should he defer to a mere American millionaire? But taunting the girl was fun.

  “Do tell me, Kit. Is he very rich?” Rukimo asked.

  Kit, seeing hope where none had been before, was able to draw out a shadow of her normal confidence, confidence built on wealth and position.

  “Oh, yes,” she said. “He’s very rich. He’ll pay you whatever you want. Please let me call him, please!”

  That last bit was a little too desperate for Kit’s taste, but it was hard to negotiate from strength when you were naked, your hands confined behind your back and your were sitting on the lap of a man who held supreme power over you.

  “Oh, I don’t know if we can do that, Kit,” Rukimo responded. “There are the other girls to think of. If we gave you back, we’d have to return them as well.”

  Kit thought about the other girls. She couldn’t help them really. Her father wouldn’t spend millions to ransom other girls, strangers. She decided that the other girls were expendable.

  “I won’t say a thing. I’ll say I missed the plane. You can keep them. Really, I won’t say anything.” Kit’s voice was high and desperate. She looked into her captor’s eyes and saw the remorseless lust in them.

  “You’re such a delicious young thing, Kit. We couldn’t part with you after all this trouble.” Rukimo answered her, his hand pinching her nipple firmly. “But I’ll be sure to tell the other girls that you were willing to betray them. I’m sure that sooner or later they’ll get a chance to thank you.”

  Kit moaned in despair. Beads of sweat were running down her body. Her fear weighed on her like a hundred pounds of bricks. Rukimo moved his hand down to Kit’s legs. He rubbed his hand over the length of her thigh as if to emphasize his point. “Such pretty thighs. Do you work out, Kit?”

  The question startled the young girl. “W,what?” she asked, timidly.

  “You know,” Rukimo said. “Do you exercise? Your body is so firm and trim.”

  It seemed incongruous to the girl to be discussing her private life with this ominous stranger. But, she knew that she lacked the upper hand. Rukimo held all the aces. “Y,yes,” she answered. “I try to.”

  “Oh, and we’re very grateful that you do, Kit. It’s made your body so desirable.” The man’s hand moved towards the crux of Kit’s thighs. She felt him nudge it between them, prying them apart. She tensed her legs in response and gave out a little “Oh!”

  “Don’t refuse my hand, Kit,” Rukimo said sternly. “I want to feel your cunt. I’ll bet it’s nice and juicy.” The other two men laughed. They had taken seats on the edge of the platform. Kit could see the tenting of their robes, evidence of their arousal. She didn’t want them to see her private place. She didn’t want to do anything to further enflame their obvious lust.

  “Please, don’t,” she begged, her voice a mere whisper.

  “Oh, but I must, Kit,” Rukimo replied. “You said you’d do anything, didn’t you? I just want to play with your cunt a little. Is that okay?”

  Kit bit her lip. She knew what the black man would find. His teasing of her nipple and his oral supplication to her breast had ignited an incipient lust. She was ashamed at her wantonness. “Please don’t,” she repeated, tears starting to leak from her anguished eyes.

  “I insist on your cooperation, Kit,” Rukimo said, menace in his voice. He used his hand to push her thighs apart. He let her lean back so that her legs could be splayed widely. “My friends here, Kwambi and Geteye, have been patiently waiting to fuck you. Let’s give them a little treat, okay? Unless you want to get started right away?”

  “N,no, please, no,” Kit protested.

  “Okay, then, let’s give my friends a little show,” Rukimo insisted. He placed his hand on the girl’s vagina, draping it with his meaty hand. He was able to encompass it in its entirety and he began to run his palm over the outer lips. “You have a pretty little bush, Kit,” he told her. “Do you trim it?”

  Kit was distracted by the sensation of the man’s hand on her sex. She saw the two black guards leering at her loins. “I, I…” she started.

  “Oh, never mind Kit,” Rukimo said. “Let’s just get this cunt of yours all juiced up, okay?”

  Kit moaned in shame and humiliation as she felt Rukimo’s finger trace a line between her nether lips. She could feel her loins start to burn with desire. Rukimo placed his finger on Kit’s bud of pleasure and rubbed it gently.

  “My, my, Kit,” he teased her. “You’re already wet. I guess all of this talk about fucking has really gotten you hot. Are you sure you don’t want to fuck my friends?”

  Kit tried once more to bring Rukimo’s attention to her possible value to him. “Please, mister, my father will pay you. Please let me go, please don’t do this, please!”

  She felt Rukimo’s finger probe deeper into her glistening slit. “Come on, Kit,” he said. “Show my friends your wet cunt.” To Kit’s shame, Rukimo pried her labia apart, revealing the moist, pink interior of her sex. He said something to the African guards and they laughed.

  “You are a wanton whore, Kit,” he told her. “I bet I can make you come right here. Want to see?”

  The young girl made a move to close her legs, but Rukimo pressed his hand deeper into her sheath. His thumb pressed her clit, twirling it, stroking it. Kit felt her pussy begin to gush. She had let two of her boyfriends fuck her, but had sworn off sex due to the fact that her secretions became a virtual river when she was aroused. The vast puddle of fluids that she left behind on the bed embarrassed her. Nobody had ever told her about that. Sex was supposed to be neat and fun. She mistrusted the triumph of lust over her mind. An
d the mess it made!

  Now, however, she was leaking her musk over the big man’s hand in full view of the two obviously excited guards. Rukimo caressed the walls of her wet, dilated tunnel with his long, fat fingers. Against all her wishes, Kit began to respond to Rukimo’s efforts. Her breathing became deeper, her heart started to pound in her chest. She could feel her breasts harden as they filled with blood. As the insistent hand drew her to her climax, her body crossed the line past which she had no choice but to abandon herself to her passion.

  The excited girl spread her legs now of her own volition. She tried to press her loins into the hand that was driving her to release. Her hips began to rock. “Ohhhhhh!’ she moaned. “No, please stop, please,” she begged. But her body belied her stated wishes. When her contractions began, she let out a loud, wild moan. She had never come like this before. “Oh, God! Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out as her pussy pulsed against the fingers that filled her. Rukimo’s thumb still tortured her clit, driving her pleasure on and on. “Ohhhhhh!” she yelled. “Ohhhhhh!”

  When her passion subsided, Kit experienced an intense wave of shame. She had performed on command for these strange, callous men. Maybe she was a whore, she thought dismally.

  “That was good, Kit, very good,” Rukimo congratulated her. “You see why we want to fuck you now, don’t you? You’re a natural whore. And now that we‘ve done something for you, you’ve got to do something for us.”

  Kit’s face cringed at this announcement. She whined with fear and despair. “Oh, please let me go,” she asked. “Please.” Her pitiful plea did not move her captor.

  “Have you ever sucked a cock, Kit?” Rukimo asked her.

  “Nooooo!” the girl wailed. “Please don’t make me do that.”

  “But, Kit, you said that you’d do anything. I think it’s only fair. Now get down on your knees like a good little girl. You’ll get the hang of it quickly enough.”

  Rukimo pushed the girl off of his lap and forced her to her knees. “I think you ought to suck Kwambi off first. Then you can do Geteye and then me. Okay?”

  The sullen girl knew that Rukimo was toying with her. She knew that he could make her do anything he wanted. It was clear that they were going to rape her and use her regardless of what she said or did. But to suck a black man’s cock! She had never let any of her boyfriends put their dicks anywhere near her mouth. The whole idea disgusted her. But now she was going to do it, do what she had sworn never to do, and to these, these Africans!

  Rather than respond to Rukimo’s taunts, Kit crawled over to the two seated black men. She knew that she had no choice. Kwambi opened his robe to exhibit his long, thick, hard prick and his heavy, well muscled black thighs. Kit’s stomach roiled at the thought of what she was about to do.

  “Come, missy,” Kwambi encouraged her. “Come suck my cock.”

  Kit placed herself between the man’s knees. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and took the man’s sturdy member in. Nausea swept through her as she absorbed the salty taste of the man’s flesh. Having forced her mouth to accept the man’s tool, she began to suck on it with all her might.

  “Nooooo, missy,” Kwambi exclaimed as he pushed her head away. “Not like that, missy. Gentle, smooth.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forwards. “Like your mother’s tit, missy, suck it soft, put your lips around it and touch it with your tongue.” Rukimo and Geteye laughed.

  “Teach her good,” Geteye instructed his fellow guard gleefully.

  Kwambi pressed Kit’s blond head down on his penis. “Now open your mouth, missy,” he told her. “Grab it tight with your lips and suck gentle.”

  Kit pursed her lips around the fat cock. With tears in her eyes, she pulled carefully on the meat with her mouth.

  “Now, up and down, missy,” Kwambi told her. “Up and down.”

  The black man had hold of her head and pushed his cock deeply into Kit’s mouth. He pulled it up again and repeated the maneuver. “That’s right,” he told her. “Now you’ve got it! Oooooo! Yes!” he exclaimed.

  Kit meekly allowed the man to guide her in her task with his hands. She could not believe that she was somewhere in Africa, on her knees sucking a black man’s cock. Her, Kit Parsons, debutante, socialite, trend setter. She tried to take her mind elsewhere as the steel hard cock pumped in and out of her mouth, scouring itself across her tight lips. But the man’s member could not be ignored. Its heat seared her tongue, its hardness and bulk filled her mouth. She could hear the man’s moans as his excitement built. She dreaded his inevitable climax, when he would pump his seed into her, his foul bodily fluid. She could feel the cock begin to throb as the man pumped her head faster and faster. She began to whine as she tasted the semi-sweet precum leak from him.

  Suddenly, the man’s member began to pulse. She heard him cry out just as the first flood of his salty cum jetted against the back of her mouth. “Argggh!” she exclaimed as she fought to withdraw her head from his loins. But his hands held her fast, forcing the cock against the entrance to her throat. She began to gag as the head of the pulsing prick peeked into the entrance to her esophagus. She could feel his wiry pubic hair press against her face, his slimy discharge oozing down her throat. Her mouth was filling with the man’s hateful fluid and it burst out over her lips and began to roll down her chin. She felt the man give three last hard thrusts into her mouth and then heard him emit a long, satisfied sigh.

  Geteye was next, and he garnered the benefit of Kwambi’s lesson to the girl. “You do the work this time, girlie,” he told her. Kit, reluctantly obeying, bobbed her head up and down, drawing her tight lips along the length of his sturdy rod. She cried as she pleasured the man’s tool, revolted at the act she was so energetically performing. She could not help herself, whining and sobbing as the man pumped his sperm into her mouth. As he came, he placed his hand on the back of her head. “Swallow it, girlie!” he yelled. “Swallow it all!”

  When Geteye’s passion subsided, Kit turned dutifully to Rukimo. Her face was drenched in tears. She fought back her revulsion as she opened her lips and enveloped Rukimo’s hard meat. “Ohhh, Kit,” Rukimo moaned as her hot mouth began to ride his cock. “Ohhhh, yes!”

  The girl could feel the eyes of the two guards boring into her back as she pleasured Rukimo’s prick. This was all a nightmare to her. “This can’t be real,” she thought to herself. “This can’t be really happening!”

  But the undeniable presence of Rukimo’s merciless prick in her mouth told her that it was real. She had swallowed cum, gallons of it it seemed. And she would swallow more, as soon as this man’s passion was driven to its extreme. The room was silent except for the slurping of her mouth as she sought to bring Rukimo to his crisis. Her bound hands twisted behind her as she forced herself to press on.

  Rukimo felt his juices begin to rise. “Here it comes, Kit,” he told her. “Here comes my sticky, white sperm!” He grabbed her by the top of her head. Just as his cock began to spurt his fluids, he pulled it from Kit’s mouth and held her face under his meat.

  Jet after jet of his cum splashed onto Kit’s face, running over her eyes, down her cheeks. “Ohhhhh!” Kit cried as she felt the thick viscous substance strike her face. “Ohhhhh!” Rukimo held her hair fast in his fist.

  “Take my cum, whore,” he told her. “Take it in your face!”

  When he had spurted the last of his load onto the sobbing girl, he released her head and pushed her away. She fell back onto the floor and crawled into a little ball.

  “You see why we can’t let you go, Kit,” he told her as she lay there crying. “You’re a natural whore. I knew it as soon as I saw you.” He nodded to the other men who stood and walked over to the side of the room. There was the sound of coals being poured onto a grate and the striking of a match. Soon, an acrid odor drifted through the room. Rukimo got to his feet and pulled a small quirt from the belt of his robe. He struck out at the supine girl. The lash smacked hard against her buttocks and she shrieked with pain and surprise
.

  “Get up, whore,” Rukimo told her, his voice heavy and hard. “It’s time to make you a slave.”

  “Ohhhhh no!” Kit exclaimed, suddenly propelled back into life. “Oh God, please let me go, please call my father, he’ll pay you, please.”

  Rukimo struck the girl again. ‘Crack!’ The lash ripped across the girl’s flesh. “I said get up, cunt!” Rukimo yelled. Kit scrambled to her knees. The remnants of Rukimo’s discharge were already drying on her anguished face.

  “Please don’t make me a slave, please,” she whined. “I want to go home, please!”

  Rukimo bent over and took up from the floor the gag that had been earlier removed from Kit’s mouth. He grabbed her hair at the top of her head and pushed the thick, leather plug against her lips. The girl shook her head in a desperate effort to deny the gag entrance to her mouth. “No, n….” Her exclamation was cut short as the gag was pushed home. Rukimo quickly pressed her head down and buckled it tight. He pulled her head back up.

  “You will learn to shut your mouth, whore,” he instructed her sternly. Kit nodded desperately, frantic to avoid another kiss of Rukimo’s lash. He dragged her over to where the guards had started the fire. “See that?” Rukimo asked her. “In a little while, the iron that is heating in that fire is going to be pressed against your ass. It will burn and sear your flesh. You will be nothing more than a branded whore. Property. A slave,” he told her. “You will open your whorish legs and mouth to any cock that wants it. You will be beaten again and again to teach you to obey, and for our pleasure.” The cruel man allowed the import of his words to sink into the girl’s brain. After a brief pause, he told her, “And now I’m going to fuck that sluttish cunt of yours. And you can watch the branding iron get hotter and hotter while I do it.”

  Rukimo pushed Kit to the floor and retrieved a long, cloth covered stool from the other side of the room. Grabbing the girl by her hair, he raised her up and threw her over it on her stomach. Kit whined and pleaded behind her gag. She had never experienced such callous brutality. The man had gone from a taunting, devilish seducer, to a raging monster in a matter of a minute. She felt her thighs pushed apart. The stool was low and so her ass jutted up higher than her torso.