My Name is Mud

It was spring, early spring, and I was walking home from school, taking advantage of the warmth after a long winter. We had record snow, and it had only started to be warm, finally in the 70’s. I was in my own neighborhood. The trees were a bright hunter green, the brown even seemed brighter. Flowers hadn’t bloomed yet, some birds were chirping. A white van was parked on the street. It had no marks on it, and no one had a van like that here. I crossed the street long before the van, so that if it followed me I’d be able to tell. I knew I should’ve just gone in the opposite direction, stopped at a neighbors, gotten a ride. I was 18, I shouldn’t have been naïve anymore, but I was, I thought this was a small suburban town, this is my neighborhood. I passed the van, and I walked past it for awhile, so I relaxed, and I was thinking how stupid I’d been, until I saw the van behind me. It passed me, and it didn’t turn into any street ahead of me, but seemed to go on. I was nervous, but not so much. I was almost home, about to take the shortcut between two spread out streets, one was mine, the other was the one behind us. There might have only been about a 30 foot wide strip of woods, but the trees were dense, and tall. Two men jumped me. I tried kicking my way out, one had covered my mouth with a cloth, so I tried not to breath at first, hoping any kick would land on him. But it didn’t.

I woke up in black room, I was sitting on a cushioned bench. My wrists and ankles were bound, there was a type of fur lining inside the shackles. A door opened and flooded the room, it was a small room, there were a lot of us, maybe fifty in all crammed into it. Some hadn’t even woken up yet. Ages ranged from it looked like twelve or thirteen to twenty or so, guys and girls. Men and women came into the room. They had lists called names, and pulled people out. Later I would realize those taken had already been bought, and the buyers wanted a certain training. I had been taken in that batch. I was blindfolded, when I could see again I was in an examining room. A doctor came in, gave me a check up. The man and woman who had come in to take me had also come in with the doctor. The doctor started asking me questions.
“Are you still a virgin?”
I laughed harshly. “No.”
“How many times have you had sex?” he asked me. He didn’t look at me.
“Too often to count.” The man and woman looked at eachother, an odd look crossing their faces, and then broke into a smile. She asked me, “An estimate? Or number of partners…” I didn’t lose it until seventeen and a half a little less than a year ago. I was still a junior he was a senior, captain of the hockey team. For the next few months slept with the rest of the hockey team, I went to parties, concerts and hooked up a lot. They were from 16 to twenty four. I could already be an amateur bar tender and casino dealer. “30.” The three of them looked up at me visibly surprised.
“Times or partners.” The doctor said.
I smiled sweetly and said, “Partners.” I was being sold into the sex business, I gathered that from the first question. I hoped I would be sold to one person who had parties, and not to some pimp, I didn’t want to be forced every night with some disgusting fat man who can’t find anyone. The man smiled, and started looking at me differently.
“Sexual orientation?”
“Bisexual.” I answered, I remembered the Russian exchange students, some of them looked like models. Those were good times. I didn’t wait for any more questions, “I can be submissive and dominant, open to any new ideas, always enjoy new toys, playing out fantasies is fun, I like to think I’m creative and utilize my environment.” I stopped for breath and went on, “I think I’m decent looking enough, and my confidence makes up for it, I know how to accent my curves, and hide any blemishes. I don’t like having a boyfriend, I believe in fuck buddies which is probably a plus. I don’t look for a type, I just need someone with some originality. Anything else?” The doctor was silent and left the room.
When the door closed the woman asked, “Do you want to know why you’re here, in this situation, I mean?” I didn’t answer so she went on, “you’re family was deep in debt. A—” I looked at her and she shut up. “My family did this to me?” I asked her incredulous.
“Did you know you were a foster child?” She asked gently.
“Foster child? Th—they adopted me.” I said nervously.
“No, they didn’t adopt you. You were still a foster child, they received a check every month…”
I went on for her, “And when I turned eighteen the checks stopped.” I remained silent.
The man took out a picture and showed it to me. A guy, he looked about 16, not bad looking, muscular arms, nice chest, thick russet hair, and tanned. “His name is James. You were bought for him, by his father, for his fifteenth birthday.” He continued, “We’re trainers, from everything you’ve just said, we won’t need to break you to serve him.”

“B-break me?” I hesitated.

“Slaves that are too stubborn, seem like they are threats.” He said evenly.

“You don’t consider me a threat?” I said offended…but still relieved.

“It’s not that you’re not a threat, but looking at your past, you didn’t have a future.” I tried to argue but he went on, “And you really just like good sex, he’s fifteen, and if he’s not enough, he has friends, or his father and his friends. Only rich families can afford to have slaves, you’ll be kept comfortable. And most slaves, especially those bought for sex, are treated well, and indulged.” He was silent for awhile.
The woman looked at the clock, and then at the man, they got up, and motioned for me to do so. They handcuffed my arms behind me. The man held me. Despite everything, all I could think was that he smelled good. Out in the hall we passed rooms, there were two ways mirrors, inside men and women were being raped. A man and woman in each room, various tools were on a table. He said in my ear, “Lucky you, if we’re right, you don’t need any of that.” I bowed my head, I was scared shitless.

The woman opened a door into an apartment. He went and sat on a couch looking at me.“On your knees.”

I smiled at him, “Yes sir.” I got on my knees, unbuttoned and unzipped him with my teeth. As I took him into my mouth he told me, “We have to teach most girls how to do that.” Keeping my rhythm I still managed to get my arms under my legs and in front of me, I surprised him by putting a hand around his cock. He told me to stop, and I did so. I released my hands from the handcuffs and massaged my wrists. He leaned in to kiss me, and I gave no resistance. He ripped off my top and stepped back to look at my breasts, he slapped them back and forth. This was busines, an examination, each time he slapped my breasts it was harder than the time before. The woman was taking notes.

He told me to stand the woman handed him nipple clamps, he slowly tightened them waiting for my reaction. I moaned in pleasure at the tightness of it, being trapped.

"Spread your legs whore." He told me casually.
"I'm not a whore." I dared to say, I wanted a reaction.
Both the woman and him laughed, "Yes you are. You are whatever the fuck we say you are. If we tell you you are a dog, you get on your fucking knees and bark. Do you understand whore?"

I rolled my eyes at them, and I was rewarded with a slap. I stumbled to the ground because of the force of the blow. "Now get up and spread your legs." He ordered me.

The woman spoke up now, "When we address you we expect an answer."
I still didnt answer, I was not slapped this time, but the woman dug her hands into my hair and yanked "What was that slut?"
"Yes."
She yanked again, tears sprung from my eyes, "Yes Ma'am."
She smiled slightly, "Thats better slut."

"Spread those legs!" The man demanded of me, but I wouldnt comply. He shoved me forward and I was cuffed to the wall, legs spread.

"Count out loud whore." He told me.
The first one hurt, he was using a wide heavy leather belt. "One." I said strained. I was immediately welted I knew, and he spread out the hits from my thighs to lower back, I was sobbing in moments. My counting was barely audible, each hit made my skin itch and burn anew. My skin was on fire. He stopped after thirty and the woman unbound my hands, I had been resting slumped in my bonds and fell before I could catch myself. "Pitiful." she said to me.
"You will crawl to his feet and then thank him." The woman had yanked my hair to tell me this to my face. "Understand slut?"

I was answered feebly, "Yes Ma'am." I got on all fours and crawled to his Doc Martens. He kept taking steps away from me. The woman was outraged, She had a paddle and was spanking my abused and bright red ass mercilessly. "You dare to refuse! You are an ungrateful slut. Go to him at once! You will thank him for your punishments." I could barely see straight from all the tears, I was hiccuping and shaking badly. and i almost stumbled into him once he stopped moving.

Once here I drew a blank on what to do. I felt the woman twist my breasts, "You dare hesitate!" she hissed at me, she let go of my breast, one hand yanked my head back, and the other slapped me hard. I immediately got to my knees and started kissing his shoes. "Th-thank you. F-for the p-punishment. I-i needed it s-so m-much."

The woman was not satisfied, "Of course, sluts like you only understand pain. You need to be taken in by a firm hand. But you are not properly thanking him for your punishment." She pulled me to my knees by my hair, I couldn't believe she didnt yank hair clear from my head. Once on my knees I realized i was facing the mans crotch. With trembling hands, since I still had no control over my body, I undid his pants and took his hard penis in my mouth.

I kept my hands around the base of his penis which was wrong I suppose. The man gripped my wrists and pinched my nose. The woman was ever pushing my head forward. I was suffocating. I couldnt breathe and I was panicking, it took everything to be ableto think and keep my gag reflex in check. They wouldn't let me suffocate like this would they, God I hoped not.
"You will not use your hands unless told to do so." The woman told me simply, obviously not expecting a reply.

My chest was being crushed and my head was throbbing, I was sweating, I just wanted air. It seemed an eternity until I was allowed to breathe. I took in slow deep breaths as I continued to suck on his penis. I felt his body jerk and spasm as he was about to cum. With his cock down my throat his cum went straight to my stomach.

He gently withdrew from me and pulled his pants up. The woman left the room. he motioned to a bed that had previously gone unnoticed.

I lay down on the bed and he cuffed my wrists and ankles ot the bedposts. I was dripping wet and I wanted to orgasm so bad. I whimpered.

"Do you want to orgasm?" he asked me with a laugh.
"Oh God yes! Please sir!" I begged him.
He nodded his head and without warning thrust his fingers into me. I screamed as I orgasmed.
Business like he told me, "You will stay here for about a month. To be trained and tested while waiting until your master will come get you. You will at all times be watched, and when alone tied down so as to prevent you escaping and from making yourself orgasm. You are not allowed to orgasm without permission from me or Elena."