Lake Party Slave Game, Part 2

[dtrelsky]

This was originally intended as just a few paragraphs, to get us to what will now be part 3. The Seamus convinced me that there was more to tell so now we have a full chapter instead.

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All of the Girls are in collage, Approximately 21 years old

Amber - Redhead, 5'4" (think Amy Adams) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0010736/bio ... _ov_bio_sm
Erica - pale blond, 5'6" (think Katheryn Winnick) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0935395/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1
Julie - black haired, 5'7" (think Rosario Dawson) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0206257/bio ... _ov_bio_sm
Morgan - brunette, 5'7" (think Erica Durance) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1570568/?ref_=rvi_nm
Heather - raven haired, 5'4" (think Olivia Munn) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1601397/?ref_=nmbio_bio_nm
Christina - brunette, 5'7" (think Morena Baccarin) https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1072555/bio ... _ov_bio_sm
FlexiCuffs - plastic zip ties that are two loops (recent news shows riot police carrying them)
These are a version that can be released and reused.

Lake Party Slave Game, Part 2
by GreyRose

The intoxicated girls look up to see two men watching them. They were wearing the uniforms of campus security. They recognized the older heavyset guard as Sgt Seamus Jones, he was a retired cop that treated the campus as his personal playground. Next to him was young Petie, a tall bean pole figure. Petie had gotten his GED and left High School early and was the newest member of campus security. (Word was that he was the nephew of Seamus, otherwise he probably couldn't have gotten the job at all let alone kept it.)

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" the old man asked. "It looks like we have some runaway slaves. Naughty, naughty girls." The boy next to him stared, stunned by all the naked tits and pussy.

"Wait, Sgt Jones! We're actually students at the college. We're out here conducting a psychology experiment..." Heather tried to explain.

The two men glanced at each other and then Seamus cut her off ,"OK Missy, show us your student ID and we'll let you go with a warning." Sgt Jones said. And before she could reply, he adds in a mocking tone. "Oh, I'm sorry did you leave it in your other suit?" He laughed at his own joke.

Heather leapt to her feet tripping over her hobble chain but managed to stay on her feet and to keep moving. Sgt Jones shook his head and pulled out a taser. Heather's shuffle didn't get her far before he shot her in the ass and gave her a jolt. Heather dropped like a rock and lay twitching.

Sgt Jones nudged the boy who leapt forward with some FlexiCuffs. Something that the girls had not yet noticed that both of the men were carrying a number of the plastic zip cuffs that slave catchers sometimes carried. The boy quickly dragged Heather's hands behind her back and with a zzziip zzziip she was helpless. Petie had straddled her legs to do this and after cuffing her he then pulled the taser barbs from her quivering bum. After which he rewarded himself by groping her deliciously sexy ass.

The other girls looked on in horror, they knew that these men only saw them as naked slaves. Slaves that had no rights and no boundaries.

After a grumph from Seamus, Petie stopped entertaining himself and grabbed Heather by the hair, lifting her head and roughly shoving a plastic gag into her mouth. With another zziip he pulled it really tight into her mouth. Amber and Morgan were the only ones that could see exactly how much this gag dug into the soft flesh of their friends face. The thought that they might be gagged that way stunned them into silence. Amber got a thrill from the thought of having the power of speech stolen from her that way. Morgan was getting turned on by how roughly Heather was being handled.

Erica and Christina tried to convince the security officers that they were free women, but with their voices overlapping no one could understand a single word. Not that it would have done any good anyway, as the two men were ignoring anything the girls had to say.

While Petie was securing Heather, Seamus was reloading his taser. Only when it was too late did any of them think they could have tried to escape while his taser was between charges. When he waived it in their general direction both Erica and Christina went silent and swallowed anything else they wanted to say.

"Now sluts! I want all of you to get on your knees and line up over here," the retired cop pointed at a cleared area on his side of the fire. When Erica started to rise to her feet, the older man took careful aim with the taser on her. Not wanting to find out what a taser would feel like the sexy blond stayed on her knees.

It didn't take long for the 5 conscious girls to crawl over as told. As they got closer the Sgt gave them light shoves with his foot to get them all facing the way he wanted them. He was treating them as animals, animals that couldn't understand words. This both horrified the girls and caused their excited pussy's to twitch and clench in excitement!

"Heh Petie my boy, we come out here to check on a reported fire and find these 5 alarm sluts. If more fires turned out this way, I'd say there would be a lot more firemen!" Petie smirked at the older man's jest.

They didn't see it but Seamus gave the younger man the signal to cuff the remaining girls. They learned of it as Amber's hands were pulled behind her and the ominous zziip, zziip signaled she had lost the use of her hands. This was quickly followed by Julie, Christina, Morgan, and finally Erica.

The girls instinctively tugged at the bonds, fighting the plastic bindings that had been pulled too tight to leave them any chance of escape. They were still struggling with them as Petie reversed the order and applied zip tie gags just like he had done for the still twitching Heather. Only Amber and Morgan were not surprised by how tight Petie pulled the gags, those two ended up moaning in excitement.

With the girls controlled, the two men took a few minutes to deal with the fire. It didn't take them long, but when they were finished there was no risk that it would flair back up after they left. Once done they turned back to the girls.

Seamus grabbed Amber, dragging her to her feet and Petie did the same for Julie. While the old man linked the first two girls with a leash, Petie got Christina on her feet. They proceeded like this with Morgan and finally Erica. The girls realized that they had very neatly been put into a slave coffle. Only poor Heather was left out.

The girls were too caught up in the moment to wonder at how well prepared these two were for capturing girls like them. Or how practiced their actions were, almost like they had been forewarned about what they were going to find...

As Sgt Jones led the coffle of slave girls off, Petie was left to deal with Heather. The girls were sent shuffling down the same path they had used earlier to arrive. Seamus decided to start things off right and squeezed Amber's tits, and when she tried to balk he slapped her ass - hard.

As Amber squealed and staggered forward, Julie was able to see his hand-print on her ass. Julie couldn't believe that she thought that the redhead's ass looked really sexy marked with a man's hand-print.

The old man took advantage of the fact that he could walk up and down the line, playing with a pussy here, tweaking a nipple there. Each girl was trapped by those she was tied to, helpless to escape his attentions.

Amber struggled with the realization that she was enjoying that she could not stop the old man from doing what he wanted with her body.

Julie could feel herself slipping into slave head space. Those Slave Yoga classes that they had taken were all she could think of. The slave mantra's starting to echo in her head.

Christina was feeling cut off from her normal capable self. Here she was totally dependent upon others, whatever they wanted to do to or with her was in the hands of others.

Morgan struggled when Seams came to her, she was trying to make him treat her rougher. She wanted to feel like a dirty slutty slave.

Erica was struggling to understand how quickly things had spiraled out of control. Usually she was totally in command of herself and what was going on around her. Here and now she had no control, so why was her pussy clenching with excitement when he touched her?

Each girl was lost in a haze of lust and their own conflicting emotions, so they were surprised when they reached the golf-cart the guards had arrived on. It was a simple machine, just a bench seat with a short hood in front along with a 4' by 4' open bed in the back, topped by a roof over both seat and bed.

Seamus grabbed Erica by her hair and dragged her over to the cart and taking another leash linked her by the collar to the rear post holding up the roof. The other girls were dragged along not understanding what he was up to.

Seamus went to the other end of the coffle. Once there he released Amber from the string of slave girls and had her climb into the back of the cart. He had her kneel with her back against the seat so she was facing the back of the cart. He took a strap and secured her to the seat itself. He did the same with Julie so that the two slaves were side by side facing the rear of the cart.

They were distracted as they became aware of some strange heavy breathing and shuffling along the trail they had just traveled. The girls were getting alarmed not knowing what it was, could it be some wild creature? Maybe a bear or something worse? The helpless girls started tugging uselessly against their bonds, whimpering in fear.

Slowly a miss-shapen figure loomed out of the dark, the horrible wheezing getting louder and louder...

Seamus turned on a light on the back of the golf-cart and they could see Petie with Heather draped across his shoulders. He was wheezing from having to carry the slight girl the short distance from their camp.

"Jeezus boy, you can't be that out of shape?" The older guard laughed. Petie's response was to flip back a rude gesture. Still chuckling Seamus helped the boy carry Heather to the cart and put her face down on the bench seat.

"Boy did you have your hand in her twat the whole way you carried her?" The shit eating grin Petie gave him back spoke volumes. The boy cleaned pussy juice off his fingers by sucking noisily on them one by one. Heather moaned and squirmed weakly but didn't try to get up from the cart seat.

Shaking his head and chuckling, "Maybe you do have some brains boy. You just catch your breath while I take care of these sluts." With that he turned back to the girls still in the slave coffle.

Christina was next and he had her kneel facing Amber, he pushed her forward so that the right leg of each girl was forced between the knees of the girl in front of her. The old man kept pushing until the girls were so close their nipples were rubbing and they were 'riding' the leg of the other slave with her own pussy.

He then forced Morgan and Julie together until they are forking the leg of the other just like the first pair. Again the two slave girls are forced into intimate proximity. Each pair of girls started rocking on the other girls leg, seemingly unaware of what they were doing.

Erica saw her friends and was feeling left out, the four girls filled the space in the back of the golf-cart. Not seeing anyplace for her she feared that they would drive off with her leashed to the back of this thing like some forgotten puppy! With the hobble chain there was no way she'd be able to keep up!

"Aw don't look like that blondie," Seamus stroked Erica's hair. "You haven't been forgotten." He takes the end of her leash off of the roof post and pulls her along until he can sit on the bench seat on the opposite side from Heather. He pulled her in close and loosened the gag, at first she didn't think it would come out, but he did something to her jaw and it popped free. He dropped it around her neck like it was some erotic obscene necklace.

Part of her knew what was coming but she was still stunned as he pushed her to her knees and opened his pants. His member... his dick was right there in her face. The smell... she could tell that he hadn't bathed recently.

With a continuous pull on her leash he pulled her in. Knowing what he wanted she tried to delay the worst of it by starting with a kiss on the tip and slowly licking his fleshy rod. But he only waited so long before he grabbed her hair and pulled her close. She didn't want to but her mouth opened wide and took him in. He was bigger than she had ever given a BJ to, by the way her jaw ached he was almost more than she could manage.

With his guidance she was soon bobbing away, she could tell he was enjoying this as he got even bigger! Each stroke he was going deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.

She heard Heather moaning loudly, it almost sounded like the other slave was grunting in rhythm with her bobbing on the old man's cock.

Petie had watched as his boss took the blonde with the pouting lips to the other side of their ride and got her to do what slaves do so well. He turned and looked at the black haired minx that had tried to run away. He went over to her and once again enjoyed the perfection of her ass before forcing her knees as wide as her foot chain would allow and he dropped his pants.

She was still dripping from his fingering as he carried her here, so he slid in easily. He quickly found a rhythm that worked with the blonde's head bobbing. This black haired slut was hotter than any girl he'd ever gotten lucky with so he was slamming into her hard. The last cunt his boss loaded into the back was watching him with lust, he marked her as the next one he was going to ram his hot cock into!

With all these tits and cunts poor Petie was over excited and blew his load too quickly. As he spasimed he fumbled a thrust and ended up spraying his load over the girls back. Heather moaned in disappointment as she didn't get to come herself.

Petie looked down at the moaning cunt and thought to himself, 'why not?' He stuck his fingers back into her juicy twat and started fingering her. With growing excitement she started humping his hand, her groans getting more and more eager. Just as she was about to cum he pulled out and smacked her ass. "Not your lucky day whore!" His voice was surprisingly deep for his lanky frame.

Erica could feel the old man's dick twitch in warning but she still wasn't prepared for the flood of spunk he shot down her throat. "Drink it all down cunt!" Seamus said in a soft intense tone that was more frightening to her than if he had yelled. "You spill any of this and I'll give you a taste of my taser!"

The blonde frantically gulped and slurped everything he shot into her mouth. She had most of it dealt with when he shoved the gag back in her mouth and pulled it tighter than it had been before. The last of his spunk covered the plastic ball, the two flavors blended horribly. She instinctively shook her head trying to force the thing in her mouth out, and failed completely.

The old man stroked her head the way someone would pet a dog. "Not bad blondie," despite having been disgusted by the BJ she was pleased by his compliment. "With training maybe you could be half decent." The casual insult crushed her, normally she was the best at anything she did. To be told she didn't even rate mediocre left her feeling completely worthless.

Fastening his pants, "Yo Petie, finish up the girls in back. Don't want none of 'em escaping again." Tugging on Erica's leash he drags her up to her feet and walks her around to the other side where Heather was still moaning and weakly squirming.

"You my lovely run-away bitch, what to do with you? I think you have earned something special." Seamus watches Heather's ass wiggle as he ponders her fate. The slave girls feet shift causing the hobble chain to catch his eye. From there he quickly looked about and his eyes grew wide with an idea.

Erica had stood passively at his side as he studied the reclining slave girl, the emotional roller-coaster having caught up to her and leaving her drained.

"Blondie, I need an extra set of hands and you're them." The old man loosened the FlexiCuffs and cinched them together again in front of her. He then turned and pulled the raven haired slave to her feet and dragged her to the front of the vehicle.

With Erica's assistance he got Heather kneeling on the front deck of the golf-cart. He looped the hobble chain on a bracket on the cart's dash, and used some bungee cords to pull her knees out to the front corners of the fenders. Seamus then used some duct tape to bind the forlorn girls hands high up on the front roof supports. This arched her back and thrust her beautiful tits wantonly.

"There, just like the sailing ships of old." He groped her thrusting tits, bringing fresh moans from the cart's new figurehead. Erica surprised herself when she felt the stirrings of jealousy that the old man was spending attention on the other slave girl.

He then went to check on how Petie was doing, Erica following meekly behind. They found that Petie had taken some wide cloth straps and secured the outer two slave girls so that they couldn't slide off the back. This also forced them to stay in close to the slave they were riding the thigh of.

"Good job boy, now let's get these wild fugitives back to the office. Lots of paperwork or something yet to be done tonight." Seamus quips before taking the passenger seat and putting Erica on his lap.

Surprising the girls in back with his oddly deep voice, Petie laughs and climbs behind the wheel and drives off.

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[orflash64]

Great part Two. It seems the girls are all to earger to perform slave duties, almost as if they would be disappointed if they weren't slave fucked.
I hope there's more to cum in part three.

[Hooked6]

I was eagerly awaiting another Chapter in this most excellent story and I am happy to say that I wasn't disappointed.

I can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter.

Hooked6

[jeepster]

Awesome chapter! Can't wait for more.

[reddbunnz]

Got my curiosity juices flowing. My guess is these girls are slaves forever now.