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THE CONTRACT.....
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( A Slave's life.....by Baracus)
Part One :

" KNEEL....!!"
demanded,the newly-bought slavegirl's owner,who went by the nom-de plume,of "Mr John Smith" as he coldly regarded the pretty young brunette,who now knelt,her hands clasped behind her, shyly,(yet afraid),before him,clad only in her bra,and panties,blushing,Isabella felt ever so exposed...her blue eyes downcast, ashamed.

To the girl's surprise,she soon felt a cold,thin metal collar being fitted around her slim neck,and fastened at the back, with a tiny combination padlock.
Isabella shuddered,at the touch of the metal upon her bare skin.
The front of her silver collar sported a ring,upon which,dangled a heart-shaped pendant,that was stamped,with her Slave N°,(#16), the reverse side had her owner's contact details,should she,foolishly, go "missing"....

"Up you get,number sixteen.....Come ON !!" barked Mr Smith,satisfied that the collar fitted her well.
Nervously,she got to her feet,awkwardly and stood before her owner trembling with nervous,fearful anticipation....
"Now,you will strip......!!"
Shocked,Isabella hesitated,in dumbfounded confusion,(had she heard him properly ??) and then yelped in pain as he gripped her by the hair,forcing her to look into his eyes, angrily he reminded the frightened girl,that any further disobedience would NOT be tolerated and would no doubt be punished accordingly !! He then released his slave from his iron grip,her scalp hurt !!

"Now...fucking STRIP !!"

With tears of humiliation and pain,pricking her eyes,the slave-girl obeyed her cruel Master,first unfastening her white satin bra,letting it fall from her shoulders,her breasts now exposed,to all and sundry...
Immediately she then hoiked down her tanga knickers,and stumbling she stepped out of them,completely naked,her face red with embarrassment....
Fearful of any repercussions,Isabella stood shakily before him,adopting the, (previously,advised) slave posture,her dainty hands clasped behind her head, leaving her womanly charms totally visible.

Mr Smith nodded in approval,at his latest acquisition,Isabella,now slave #16,taking in her size 36B boobs,crowned,by dark pink Aurealae...
She gasped as he cupped her breasts,and caressed the soft tissue,gently twiddling her nipples,causing them to become tumescent....again Isabella blushed !!
Next he looked down at her flat,unspoilt belly,and took in her neatly-trimmed mound of brown pubic hair.
Despite her utter mortification,Isabella obediently parted her legs,slightly,allowing Mr Smith to examine her private parts,yet again,she gasped !!
(SO excruciating,intolerable....!!).

Satisfied,he patted her ample buttocks,and allowed Isabella,to drop her hands,she now stood to attention,and awaited his next move,or command.....
He produced a countersigned sheet of paper,and flourished it before his slave,to remind her that she was now HIS legal property,for at least 12 months and that he could do as he damned well pleased,with her....
It was then,that Isabella realised the dire circumstances that she had signed herself into.....She was now a SLAVE,nothing more,nothing less !!

To be continued....
 

montycrusto

Slave Trader
THE CONTRACT.....
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( A Slave's life.....by Baracus)
Part One :

" KNEEL....!!"
demanded,the newly-bought slavegirl's owner,who went by the nom-de plume,of "Mr John Smith" as he coldly regarded the pretty young brunette,who now knelt,her hands clasped behind her, shyly,(yet afraid),before him,clad only in her bra,and panties,blushing,Isabella felt ever so exposed...her blue eyes downcast, ashamed.

To the girl's surprise,she soon felt a cold,thin metal collar being fitted around her slim neck,and fastened at the back, with a tiny combination padlock.
Isabella shuddered,at the touch of the metal upon her bare skin.
The front of her silver collar sported a ring,upon which,dangled a heart-shaped pendant,that was stamped,with her Slave N°,(#16), the reverse side had her owner's contact details,should she,foolishly, go "missing"....

"Up you get,number sixteen.....Come ON !!" barked Mr Smith,satisfied that the collar fitted her well.
Nervously,she got to her feet,awkwardly and stood before her owner trembling with nervous,fearful anticipation....
"Now,you will strip......!!"
Shocked,Isabella hesitated,in dumbfounded confusion,(had she heard him properly ??) and then yelped in pain as he gripped her by the hair,forcing her to look into his eyes, angrily he reminded the frightened girl,that any further disobedience would NOT be tolerated and would no doubt be punished accordingly !! He then released his slave from his iron grip,her scalp hurt !!

"Now...fucking STRIP !!"

With tears of humiliation and pain,pricking her eyes,the slave-girl obeyed her cruel Master,first unfastening her white satin bra,letting it fall from her shoulders,her breasts now exposed,to all and sundry...
Immediately she then hoiked down her tanga knickers,and stumbling she stepped out of them,completely naked,her face red with embarrassment....
Fearful of any repercussions,Isabella stood shakily before him,adopting the, (previously,advised) slave posture,her dainty hands clasped behind her head, leaving her womanly charms totally visible.

Mr Smith nodded in approval,at his latest acquisition,Isabella,now slave #16,taking in her size 36B boobs,crowned,by dark pink Aurealae...
She gasped as he cupped her breasts,and caressed the soft tissue,gently twiddling her nipples,causing them to become tumescent....again Isabella blushed !!
Next he looked down at her flat,unspoilt belly,and took in her neatly-trimmed mound of brown pubic hair.
Despite her utter mortification,Isabella obediently parted her legs,slightly,allowing Mr Smith to examine her private parts,yet again,she gasped !!
(SO excruciating,intolerable....!!).

Satisfied,he patted her ample buttocks,and allowed Isabella,to drop her hands,she now stood to attention,and awaited his next move,or command.....
He produced a countersigned sheet of paper,and flourished it before his slave,to remind her that she was now HIS legal property,for at least 12 months and that he could do as he damned well pleased,with her....
It was then,that Isabella realised the dire circumstances that she had signed herself into.....She was now a SLAVE,nothing more,nothing less !!

To be continued....
Great story Baracus!!
 

Baracus

Rectidolor
THE CONTRACT.....
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Part 2 :

The naked slave,Isabella,stood nervously to attention,as her new owner flourished the written contract,that she had,(under extreme duress),been forced to sign,barely an hour ago,her signature together with that of Mr Smith's,clearly displayed as he waved it in her face. He took great delight in reminding the helpless trembling woman,that she was his legally-acquired slave,for at least a year !!

Isabella's heart was thumping madly, beneath the ample,naked bosoms,she remained upright,arms at her sides,her boobs rising and falling,with each anxious breath,that she took....an enticing display of femininity.
Unfortunately,for Isabella,the newly- bought slave,she faced an embarrassing dilemma...

Due to a combination of nerves,and feeling cold,she realised that she wanted to go and pee !!
(Ohh...God....!!)
The extreme urgency of the situation, meant she had no choice,but to break slave protocol,and speak up.....to hell with the consequences !!
"Master....." she whispered,fearfully.
"What ?!" growled,Mr Smith irritatingly...
"I....I want to...go wee-wee...!!" mumbled a clearly distressed,and embarrassed Isabella.
"You,WHAT ?!" taunted her owner,clearly enjoying her discomfort.
Again,Isabella spoke up...desperately.
"Please,master,i want to go the toilet
and go wee-wee...!! Please...!!"
"Oh,DO you,now (!!)....??"
he responded sarcastically,enjoying the situation.
Blushing,she nodded urgently,slightly shifting from foot to foot,acutely humiliated....

To her enormous relief,he said,"Okay...." and then added,to her dismay,"Bring that bucket over here,and piss into it,while i watch you !!"
(He can't be serious ?! Oh shit !!)

Given the urgency of the situation,she grimly knew,she had no choice in the matter,and quickly trotted over to fetch the battered metal pail,then deposited it a few feet from Mr Smith,who stood watching, arms crossed,a cruel sneer,on his face....

Fighting the overwhelming instinct to cover herself,Isabella stood shamefaced,legs akimbo,over the bucket,then squatted,a few inches high above the rim....her arms behind her neck.
Facing her master,she gasped as her bladder emptied,gushing copiously into the bucket,a veritable stream of warm,amber piss loudly splattering the base....her relief,tinged with humility,was palpable.

Once her toilet duty was done,she tipped the bucket contents into a nearby drain,and again stood to attention,remembering to thank him for the permission granted...
"Thank you,sir...Master !!" she breathed.
He grunted,nodded in satisfaction,and then said,
"Now that's done,number sixteen,we'd better get you chained up,ready for your little journey,hadn't we,now (??)...."
Sadly,the slave realised that this was it...
her new existence was about to begin !!

To be continued....
 

Baracus

Rectidolor
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Part 3 :

"Right,young lady...get your arms out....come on...!!"
impatiently urged Mr Smith,towards his naked trembling slavegirl.
Nervously,the enslaved Isabella,did as she was bid,and quickly held out her arms,with hands and fingers outstretched.
She was quite scared,and with good reason,she knew that her owner,was a cruel,no-nonsense businessman,who tolerated no bullshit....
none,whatsoever !!

Swiftly,yet efficiently,Mr Smith,had produced a pair of BDSM-style leather wrist-cuffs,and had fastened then securely to Isabella's slim wrists,she grunted as the buckles were tightened,then looped.
At his command she replaced her hands behind her neck,the standard posture of slave-submission....

Next,he looked down,and crouched at her feet,which,sensibly,Isabella had kept slightly parted.
All the while she was acutely embarrassed, cringing with the knowledge that some stray drops of residue urine still lingered upon her naked sex lips.....The liquid,cold upon her fleshy parts....something that Mr Smith couldnt fail to notice,as he sneakily looked at his Slave's genitalia,he smirked,at her discomfiture....
" Nice cunt.....(!!)" he taunted her as she blushed,deeply ashamed.

Whilst crouched,John Smith,then obtained a pair of leather ankle-cuffs,which,like before,he fastened to the girl's ankles.
To her dismay,he then produced a short length of stout chain,which was secured to a ring on each ankle-cuff,effectively restricting her leg-movements,escape was now out of the question !!
She sighed,miserably....

"CATCH !!" said Mr Smith, as he lobbed some kind of greyish-coloured garment,towards,a confused,startled Isabella.
Instinctively she grabbed it,and barely had time to examine,said,clothing,before she was brusquely ordered,to,"Now put it on,hurry !!"
Awkwardly,she did so....exclaiming at the size of it....it was quite loose.

As the soft,cool material slid down her nude body,the hemline ending just below her pubic region,Isabella could see that it was a kind of loose-fitting Tee shirt,minus the sleeves, that had,(clearly),seen better days,she wrinkled her nose at the musty smell,that emanated from it....
it certainly hadn't been washed,recently, how rank !!

Suddenly Mr Smith grabbed Isabella's wrists,and held them,behind her back,in order to bind them with a shorter length of chain,than that was on her ankles.... she wriggled uncomfortably,causing her boobs to jiggle,under the spacious T-shirt, something that didn't go unnoticed, especially as her nipples were brushing against the cold fabric.....(Christ sake !!)

"Okay,slave sixteen,time to make a move,we haven't got all fucking day (!!)"

As the chained female,shuffled awkwardly, yet desperately,out of the holding room,Mr Smith picked up the counter-signed documentation,that had condemned Isabella to servitude,under his stewardship he smiled,sadistically,slapping her bare backside as the hapless, bound,young woman staggered over to the waiting Black Mercedes Van,that would transport them to their destination.....

One,that was totally unknown,to an afraid Isabella,she was dreading the outcome, now that she was an enforced slave,for a year,at least....!!
Just WHERE was she headed,and would she survive the unpleasant life that awaited her ??

To be continued....
 
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Baracus

Rectidolor
AUTHOR'S NOTE.....
All pictures,used,to illustrate this tale,are stock standard,so might not always be relevant to the episode,but as near as conveniently possible....
Thank you...
Baracus.
 

Baracus

Rectidolor
THE CONTRACT.....
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Part 4 :

"Move your fucking arse,woman....!!"

Urged Mr Smith, as the shabbily-clad slavegirl stumbled,barefoot in chains towards the Black Mercedes Van, hindered by her bondage,yet fearful of his discipline.
By the van stood a large,shaven-headed brute of a man,who grinned lewdly as the young woman's naked breasts jiggled wildly,teasingly under her oversized garment,adding to her discomfiture....
she blushed,at the thought of it,her eyes downcast,with shame.

"Okay,Kurt....Let's get her inside,it's a long way back to Cruxton !!" growled the slave owner,as his burly colleague grabbed the frightened female,and lifted her,struggling over the Van threshold,he was SO strong !! Naturally,Isabella gasped as she was rudely bundled into the rear,onto a grubby looking mattress that occupied the vehicle's loading compartment....
"Oooff !!" she exclaimed,hurt,as she landed none too gently !!
"Oi,Kurt...be careful,will you,dammit !!... I paid a lot for her...y'know !!" reminded Mr Smith, anxiously as he oversaw proceedings, before getting into the passenger side of the vehicle cabin ....slamming the door shut !!

Isabella glared at Kurt as he then, fastened a chain,to her neck collar,during which,he slyly grabbed her breast, shocked,Isabella protested,in vain,as the pervert copped a feel...." Hey,piss off,you animal...!!" she hissed,angrily....jerking away.
"Ahh,you love it really,darlin' (!!)" mocked Kurt as he finished binding the chain to the bulkhead.
Isabella responded with a sarcastic pout-face...to his amusement.

"Make yourself comfortable,sweetie,'cos like he said,it's a long old journey !!"
Kurt sneered,before sliding the side door firmly shut,with a loud THUNK !!
Again the captive Isabella swore at her captors....and whimpered at her shitty new predicament.....
"Why,why.....?! Why me,oh why !! Fucking bastards ....!!" she grumbled,pitifully as the reality of her seemingly dire situation hit home....the sheer injustice,of it !!
Crying unhappily,she lay down,and tried desperately to make herself reasonably comfortable,considering the chains,made it rather difficult for her,plus the motion of the van bumping along,the beaten track wasn't exactly helpful, either....!!
Plus that mattress,it didn't half stink !!
"Ew. !!"
she wrinkled her nose in disgust !!

Cold,bound,and miserable,the near-naked Isabella lay sobbing quietly,as she reluctantly prepared to begin her life of,enforced servitude,as a work slave, n°16 newly-contracted to Cruxton Enterprises....
A grim prospect,indeed.....

To be continued.....
 
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Baracus

Rectidolor
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Part 5 :


For what seemed an eternity,the crudely-clad, frightened slavegirl "n° 16",Isabella,("Izzy",to her friends...) shifted uncomfortably upon her stained,smelly mattress that graced the rear compartment of the anonymous,black van.
Her bondage did nothing to alleviate the sheer discomfort,her chained-behind arms ached like nobody's business...as if the neck chain,bolted to the Van bulkhead,wasn't bad enough...(!!)
She was a prisoner,a sold slave,nothing more...a mere chattel,the property of "Mr Smith",(on behalf of the infamous Cruxton Enterprises.).
Sleep was fucking impossible,she griped...!!

As if sleep deprivation wasn't enough to cope with, the constant bumping and rolling of the vehicle,certainly didn't help much...her poor bum,and boobs !!
Whilst incarcerated in total,chilly darkness,Izzy lost all track of time....once again,she tried to rest,she had NO choice....!!
Time dragged on....fuelled by fear,and utter bewilderment.

Due to it being Autumn,it was bloody cold, where she lay,her thin,stained oversized garment,rode up past her naked backside, inevitably exposing her pussy,instinctively she pressed her legs together,to spare her female blushes.
She shuddered at the recent memory,of that disgusting pervert, Kurt,grabbing her tits,as he bound her,to the Van upright. "Damned,if I'm giving,that fucking creep,another peep-show (!!)" she mused,silently,yet defiantly

All of a sudden,her reverie was interrupted,by a loud squeal of brakes,as the Van came to a juddering,sudden halt....
"Oooff !!" exlaimed Izzy as she was jolted back and forth,by gravity.
She cursed irritated,as her head banged against the hard wall of the Van..."For fuck's sake,that bloody hurt,damn stupid,asshole !!"

(Where on Earth were they ?!)
She wondered,half afraid,yet half curious....
She could hear muffled animated voices,from the front of the vehicle,between,Kurt,the driver, and "Mr. Smith",her prospective slave-owner....
Almost immediately,the,sliding side door,that faced opposite Isabella was violently thrown open... and framed in the dusk stood the dreaded Kurt,his ugly shaved head, set in a grim determination,naturally terrified,Isabella shrank back as he reached towards her...
"No,nooo,please NO !!" she gasped....!!

To be continued...
 
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Baracus

Rectidolor
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Part 6 :

"No,nooo,please NO !!"
Clearly terrified,the near-naked slave pressed back,against the van wall...shaking her head rapidly,panicking...eyes wide with fear and distrust as the bald man,Kurt reached towards her....
"Oh shut your gob,you stupid fucking tart !!"
He unexpectedly snapped,irritated !!
Stunned,Izzy stared back uncomprehending...

He continued....
"Jeezus fuckin' Christ,I'm only gonna undo your bleedin' chains,the ones behind yer back....!!"
He growled,more out of frustration as his shabbily-clad,chained up,prisoner leant forward,proffering her bound wrists,still warily distrustful.
She winced,as the journey,so far had almost numbed her hands..."ouch...."

Eventually,fumbling,Kurt managed to unlock the wrist cuffs,and Isabella gratefully shook her tingling hands,keeping a cagey eye on him, knowing his propensity towards a quick,sly grope,given her nudity...
To her disappointment,he gripped her wrists and reconnected them,this time in front of herself...." Wh...wha...what are you doing ??
she queried nervously.
He ignored her.

"Gotta,question, for ya...." He said...beckoning her forward...she looked at him quizzically...
"Are you one of those vegetarian bimbos,I keep hearing about....??"
Confused she shook her head " No,why ?!"
"Aw,thank the fuck for that,last time I got such a bollocking,for it...!!"
he laughed,relieved,then explained...
"We're stoppin' for a bite,a Macky Dee's,an' a quick smoke,God,I could murder a fag !!"
sighed Kurt, who added sarcastically, before closing the van side door again,she faintly heard him...teasing her.
"Don't go anywhere,girlie,be back soon....(!!) Heh heh..."

A short time passed,in darkness,Isabella shifted as best as she could,(those damned chains !!) she mused unhappily !!
She started,as the cabin door was hauled wide,and with a mixture of confusion and gratitude she accepted the proffered brown paper bag and lidded card cup,which obviously contained the obligatory soft drink...
" 'Ere y'are...a cheeseburger and coke,eat it while ya can...and don't take all flamin' day !! You hear me ??" she nodded,in reply...

Again the door was slammed shut,and this time the interior light was activated...."Thanks(!!)"
she muttered,as she ate her rather basic meal in silence....one thought over rode everything...
("Where were they....and what this place she'd been enslaved,under contract,...by Mr Smith ??
What was it called,again ??...Cruxton Abbey ?!")

To be continued...
 
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