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Full Circle (Rape, Sex Slavery)
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This short story is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to
read about young ladies being taken advantage of.  This is copyright
(c) 1998, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no
charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is
archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the
archive, so please tell me the URL.

This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't
honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on
real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like
my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have
constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more.
****************************************************************************

The three boys swayed down the street, their arms wrapped around each
other, singing loudly. In any normal town they would be immediately
made to face judicial retribution, especially given the lateness of
the hour. But this wasn't a normal town. No sir. Far from it.

This was Santa Abela, where anything goes. For a price.

"Hey, hey, hey Buck, we won. We won. We won the fucking trophy."

The three College footballers congratulated themselves, with high
fives, after recalling their historic win the previous day. Their
delighted coach had supplied the gas and some spending money and sent
them over the border. To blow off some steam.

Hell they deserved it.

"Fuck man I'm horny," exclaimed the tallest suddenly.

The others appeared to think about it then nodded in agreement.

So they rocked their way down the street towards the barrio. There was
bound to be pussy for sale down there.

*********************************************************************  

Bethany Stephens wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Why the
hell should she be crying over Michael? Ok he was a hunk and a star
footballer to boot and, normally, she was prepared to do just about
anything for him.

Except that!

Fancy wanting her to take his thing in her mouth. Yeuch. He peed out
of it for heavens sake. Just the thought of it made her feel nauseous.
So they had had a huge argument culminating in her flouncing out
announcing that she never wanted to see him again. Ever.

Which was why she was on the Pacific Highway driving like the devil
and simultaneously crying her eyes out. It was late and it was
raining. The so called 'Winter in Summer' that the radio stations were
complaining about. It was very un-seasonal weather for Southern
California but she hardly noticed, every fibre of her body was honed
to wallowing in luxurious self pity.

The stunning blond had everything going for her. The only child of
extremely wealthy parents she had every whim satisfied beyond the call
of parental rectitude. You could say she was spoilt rotten by over
indulgence and it had made her short tempered and irritable. The only
person who had been able to cope with her mood swings was the college
football star Michael and that was only because he was more self
centred than she was. He could have any girl just by snapping his
fingers and so he couldn't really give a shit about Bethany. Which
infuriated her to the point of longing.

So the beautiful young cheerleader, the head cheerleader naturally,
had assiduously tried to conquer him. All she really wanted to do was
to get him besotted with her, a well trodden path littered with the
emotional wrecks of many a promising young man, then dump him. As
loudly and as publicly as possible. But it hadn't quite worked like
that. His solipsism put hers in the truly amateur league. She couldn't
even overawe him with her ostentatious display of wealth given that
his family were degrees wealthier than hers and, moreover, it was old
money.

So it became a sort of cause celebre for her, for which she had even
sacrificed her carefully hoarded virginity. Which he took, as if by
right, with an indifference to her feelings that would make a
psychopath blush. He never even made her cum, a task that she had to
undertake on her own as he casually watched, a beer clutched in his
hand.

They had sex after that but it always a painful and degrading
experience for her. The simple truth of the matter was that he was a
lousy lover, who didn't believe in any form of foreplay. So she was
usually unprepared physically to accept him. Mentally she had to make
a conscious decision to accept his advances if she wanted to keep him.
So she lay there and took it. He wouldn't even wear a condom and she
grew to hate the feeling of the cold trickle down the inside of her
thighs as she drove home afterwards. But she had to do it, because if
she didn't then some other girl would. So she gritted her teeth and
bore it in silence.

She thought that she was making some progress with him when he dropped
the bombshell. She was the head cheerleader, he cheerfully told her,
so she had better give him some head. It was an old joke granted, but
it made him laugh. Especially when he saw the look of disgust on her
face. He wasn't really that fussed about been blown off until he saw
that look.  Then it became his holy grail. So they'd fought and she
did what she vowed she would never do and that was to storm out with
his laughter ringing in her ears.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she missed seeing the half
naked girl, dashing out in front of her car, until it was too late.
With a sickening thud the girl impacted on the centre of the Porsche's
hood then rolled over to smash the windshield. Bethany stood on the
brakes and swerved blindly. The car weaved and spun on the rain slick
road, then ended up hitting the crash barrier rear on.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," Cried Bethany, shaking like a leaf.

She fumbled with the door catch and leapt out to see what state the
poor girl was in. She had only gone a few yards when a swarthy looking
man stepped out from behind a box van. He stood calmly surveying her,
cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Help me. Help me," She cried out to him. "I think I just killed
someone."

Not a flicker crossed his face as he calmly assayed her. She started
to feel uncomfortable in his steely gaze then she remembered the task
in hand and she ran towards the crumpled figure on the tarmac.

It was too late. She could see that as she turned the girl over. Her
face was a mess of gore and a couple of ribs protruded through her
torn clothing. She too was blond but whether she was pretty or not was
difficult to determine, she was so disfigured.

"Nooooooo!" Screamed Bethany, her hands pressed hard against her eyes,
as if to block out the horror on the road in front of her.

Just then she was aware of someone next to her. She took her hands
away to find not one, but two men standing beside her. The previously
unseen one was a tall raw boned man with fair hair and a stetson. He
squatted down on his haunches and felt for a pulse. He looked over at
the other guy and shook his head. He then stood up and faced her.

"Looks like you are in a whole heap of trouble here lady," He drawled.

"But I didn't mean to," She wailed.

"Don't think a judge is going to see it that way. Especially as you've
been drinking. Probably smoking that marry-u-ana too. Whaddyu think
Juan?"

The unsmiling Mexican looked her up and down and turned to spit onto
the rain-slick asphalt.

"I haven't been drinking. It was an accident that's all."

"Listen we saw it all. Ways I see it you were driving far too fast and
you couldn't stop. Fact is that I'd say you wanted to wipe her."

"What? That's a horrible thing to say. Its not true."

He looked her up and down then said. "Listen up there's no need for
anyone to know. We can help you out..... in return for a favour." He
smiled grotesquely.

"What sort of favour?" She asked hesitantly, fearful of the answer.

"You got any money?"

Trying hard not to sigh audibly she nodded vigorously.

"Is it in the car?"

Again a nod. It was true she had over $2,000 in there stuffed under
the front seat.

"Where is it?"

She told him and he despatched his honcho to go over to get the money
and to check out her car.

"Here you are getting all wet, why not sit in the van while Juan
checks out your car?"

She shook her head but said nothing.

"Hey its ok. I'm cool, I'm just thinking of you that's all. It may be
awhile before someone comes along and we can call the Police."

He sounded so solicitous that she weakened and allowed herself to be
led over to the van. It had seen better days but at least it was dry,
she reasoned as she climbed inside the passenger compartment. She had
her back to the man and so she didn't see the chemical soaked rag in
his hand. She smelt it though, moments later, as he clamped it over
her mouth and nose.

She felt like she was falling into a deep well as the chemical took
hold. Her last conscious thought was him whispering in her ear.

"Thanks for providing a replacement."

She struggled to make sense of it until darkness overwhelmed her.

A few minutes later a dead blond, dressed in her clothes and sitting
in the driving seat of her car, plunged off the highway and into the
rock strewn sea hundreds of feet below.

****************************************************************

"Hey Pedro. You got any pussy here man?" Shouted the inebriated young
man.

The Mexican scowled for a second then he forced his face to
reconfigure itself in a grimace of a smile. "Sure Gringo. I got lots
of pretty girls. Look around. You see what you like we make a deal
ok?"

"All-right!" They chorused as they high fived each other.

The bar was smoky and gritty. The furniture was decrepit and there was
the tang of unwashed bodies and cheap perfume on the air. But the men
never noticed as they took their seats next to the catwalk. All their
eyes were on the young girl gyrating in front of them on the small
stage. She was in the terminal part of her act, which consisted of her
pretending to get off with the huge vibrator that she rubbed against
her pussy, as her body bumped and ground to the deep bass of the
blaring music.

She finished with a scream that coincided conveniently with the dying
chords of the music and the guys hooted with glee.  She glanced over
at the stage door where a group of men fidgeted impatiently. She bit
her lip and tried hard not to cry.  She knew what she'd be doing for
the next hour or so, before her next performance. She just hoped
they'd give her time to wash herself afterwards. 

It was so degrading standing on stage, legs wide open, as the sperm
crept slowly down her thighs.

Her body awash with sweat, and her eyes swollen with unshed tears, she
wobbled off stage in her ludicrously high heels.  Moments later
another girl took her place.

And the show went on.

***********************************************************

Bethany awoke to find herself tied hand and foot and clad only in her
underwear. She struggled against the tight bondage but it refused to
yield an inch. For the first time in her eighteen years she felt truly
terrified as she tried to come to terms with her helplessness.

'Where was she? Who were those guys? What were they going to do to
her?' Unanswered questions tumbled through her mind like a raging
torrent, the uncertainty adding to her terror.

She made a conscious effort to still her breathing and relax. She must
have her wits about her if she was going to get out of this. She
looked around the room, it was grimy and paint hung in strips from the
walls. The only light in the room came from a small barred window, set
high in the wall. There was a rough looking door across the room from
her.  Other than that the room was featureless apart from the sticky
mattress on which she lay and a chipped enamel bucket away in the
corner.

She chewed the inside of her cheek as she contemplated her
predicament. She remembered starting to climb into the van then a
series of vignettes as she drifted in and out of consciousness. The
suffocating heat inside the van, the sun high above as they bounced
along unmade roads, the discomfort of her bonds. They had rounded a
sharp bend and she had slid helplessly into the side of the van. Her
head had cracked against it sickeningly and she had lapsed into
unconsciousness again.

She could hear the thump of music from somewhere inside the building
and the sounds of a couple of females squabbling.  She strained to
make out what they were saying but gave up when it made her headache
worse. She could have sworn they were speaking English though, so she
must still be in California. Hope welled within her.

Soon to be cruelly dashed when the door opened to admit a dark skinned
man with a huge beer gut. He looked her up and down for a long minute
and then spat in the corner. He called through the door and soon he
was joined by two other men.  He barked a series of orders and the men
came over to her and started to remove her bonds.

"Please let me go," She sobbed as she rubbed her wrists, trying to
restore her circulation.

The man smiled, revealing a mess of cracked and stained teeth, but
said nothing.

"Please! My father has money. He'll pay whatever you want," She
pleaded.

"I don't need his money beetch. I got what I want right here."

"What do you want?"

"I'm gonna fuck you. Then they are going fuck you," He jerked his
thumb at the other two men that stood grinning at her.  "We're gonna
have a party."

"Please don't hurt me," the tears trickling down her face.

He shrugged. "You give me a good time I won't hurt you. If you
don't...." He shrugged again and looked rueful. He looked her up and
down slowly, licked his lips, then advanced towards her.

She screeched and shuffled up the mattress, away from him.

He knelt on the mattress and reached forward to touch her knee. She
yanked it out of the way, staring at him in horror.  He tried again
but again she moved away. He shrugged again.

"We tried the easy way. Now comes the hard way."

He turned to his men and barked out a series of orders. Before she
could react the two men dropped down and grabbed an ankle each. They
then proceeded to drag her down the mattress, as she screamed and
fought, towards the grinning Mexican.

They pulled her legs apart as her feet drew level with him, splitting
her legs wide open either side of his gross body.  Now she was
screaming and bucking in earnest, trying desperately to get away. But
it was no good, she was drawn helplessly towards him until her crotch
was inches from his.

He pulled out his penis, which was as fat as its owner, then simply
fell on her.  Severely winded she could put up no resistance as he
tugged her panties to one side and, with even less preliminaries than
Michael used to employ, thrust deep inside her.

Her back described a perfect bow as she tried to minimise the searing
pain she felt in her unlubricated vagina. She could feel him rasping
against the tender membranes of her pussy as he rammed himself inside.

"Pleeeeease," She cried. "You're hurting me. Please stop. Please
stop."

Her please fell on deaf ears as he continued to hammer her into the
greasy mattress, his sweat dripping onto her upturned face. Finally he
was home and he paused for a second, savouring her contortions and the
fruitless squeezing of her internal muscles.

Then he was away, pounding like a maniac while she hammered against
his chest with her hands. She wriggled and contorted subconsciously
trying to find a position that was less painful for her as the strokes
increased in ferocity.

Then she felt him stiffen and swell inside her battered pussy. She
tried to pull her ankles free from the two men, but their iron grips
didn't falter for a second. Desperately she tried to buck him off
before he dumped inside her but he just forced her down hard against
the mattress as he started to jerk deep inside.

"Nooooooooooo!" She wailed as she felt the sudden warmth rushing into
her womb. Her body made one last attempt to throw him off, but he
simply held her hips tight as he consummated his orgasm within her.

Finally his pace slowed as he fired the last few drops into her.

He opened his eyes and stared into hers.

"You better fuck better than that beetch or I hurt you," He grabbed a
breast and twisted it savagely. "You unnerstan?"

"Yes. Yes. Oooow! You're hurting me."

He grunted then levered himself off her. He tucked his, now flaccid,
penis away and fired off a torrent of staccato Spanish at the two men.
One of whom guffawed loudly.

Bethany lay there dazed and panting. Cooling spunk oozed from inside
her, soaking into her panties which cut into her crotch like wet
string. It was a seminal moment.

She wanted to crawl away and die. But the men had other ideas.

As soon as their boss left the room they fell on her. One of them
holding her down as the other plunged repeatedly into her.

Afterwards they changed places.

***************************************************

Michael had rather enjoyed Bethany's funeral. It wasn't just that he
was the centre of attention, a position he knew so well, but that
everyone was so sympathetic to him.

It was a new experience for him and he found, to his amazement that he
loved it. He hammed up the emotions for a whole day while people
clapped him sympathetically on the back or murmured consoling words to
him.

What put the icing on the cake was that Tiffany James, Bethany's best
friend, was all over him. Here was one girl that set even his jaded
corpuscles racing. Untouchable Tiff they called her. Or Ice panties.

They agreed to meet later to commiserate over poor old Bethany's
demise.

A few days later they were an item.

'I just knew that Beth would come through,' Thought Michael as Tiffany
closed her lips around his cock-head, a few weeks later.

****************************************************

Bethany awoke and groaned. She ached all over and her crotch felt
sticky and so sore it was almost raw. Her panties were pressed deeply
into her crack and felt like they had been glued in place with all the
cum that had escaped from her. She was also wearing her bra but it had
been pushed up until it hung around her neck like a bizarre necklace.

Whimpering she forced herself to her feet as she clutched the wall for
support.  With wobbly legs she staggered to the door. As she suspected
it was locked and she sagged against it and cried.

A few minutes later the pressure in her bladder shook her from her
reverie. She looked around and all she could see was the old bucket.

She went over to it and peered inside. It was dirty and it smelled
foul. Normally she wouldn't contemplate such a thing but the feelings
in her bladder were overwhelming. Grimacing she peeled her panties off
her cum encrusted pussy, turned and squatted over the bucket.

Moments later a tinkling announced that she was relieving herself.
Just as the jet reached its zenith the door burst open to admit a
couple of grinning men.  She blushed furiously and tried to stop the
flow but her body wanted relief and it continued apace.

They waited until she finished before they hauled her over to the
mattress.

She was fucked by three more men before they gave her breakfast.

Such as it was.

*****************************************************************

They had been there for nearly an hour, mesmerised by the displays of
wanton depravity being played out on the stage.

They were all as horny as rhinos but they just couldn't tear their
eyes away from the latest girl and what she was about to do.

She looked about sixteen or seventeen and had extremely pale skin. Her
face was clouded up in a rictus of lust but her eyes betrayed her. The
underlying look of fear in them counterpointing the lewd display she
was putting on with her body.

Her eyes screwed up tightly, and her mouth opened wide, as she reached
back and inserted the huge dog's penis inside her tight little pussy.

Moments later tears streamed in crystal rivers as she humped back
against it.

*****************************************************************

She had been reluctant at first. They all were at first.

Then they had persuaded her.

She couldn't believe that such pain could exist as she squirmed under
the furious cutting strokes of the cane on her naked bottom. After
nine strokes she was pleading to be allowed to do it. She would do
anything. As long as they stopped.

The bar owner smiled. It was always the same.

This one was a pretty one. She'll prove to be very popular and very
profitable. Now that she had been partially trained.

He had no illusions about whether she'd do everything she was asked.
It would take a few more sessions like today before she was completely
servile.

And was willing to do anything. No matter how depraved.

******************************************************************

He was pretty far gone. The raw tequila burning its way down his
throat like acid. But his prick was still ramrod straight.

Despite the attractions of the floorshow he just had to get his rocks
off.

He leaned back in his seat pulling the front legs free of the floor.
He then slowly scanned the room. It was filled with pretty young girls
most of whom seemed to be fair skinned and with various degrees of
fear in their eyes.

Who to choose? Who to choose?

Then he saw her and the shock made him lose his balance and he toppled
backwards.

After his friends had drunkenly helped him up he again scanned the
corner where he'd seen her. But she was nowhere in sight.

He knuckled his eyes and looked around but he couldn't see her
anywhere.

The music started pounding as the new floorshow began. It consisted of
a naked girl bouncing energetically on a dildo, which was screwed to a
stool. While she squeezed and moulded her breasts and teased her
nipples with her fingertips. Her eyes closed in simulated lust.

He sighed in disappointment and glanced up at the girl on the stage
just as her eyes opened.

They stared into each other's eyes for a second then she blushed.
Something she hadn't done for many long months.

It was her.

He licked his lips and leered as she pretended to cum.

************************************************************

"Beth is that you?" He asked as he entered the closet like room.

He hadn't managed to get to her first. Three men had already been this
way so she was laying down, legs wide, staring into space.

"Michael?" She croaked looking down at him. Suddenly she got coy and
pulling her legs together, she sat up and drew them to her chest.

"What you doing here Beth? I thought you was dead."

"Oh Michael," She cried as she launched herself towards him. Intending
to hug him in relief.

But he had other ideas and he pushed her back.

"Well, well. Young Bethany is an honest to goodness Whore. Now ain't
that something."

"Michael what are you saying?" She sobbed.

"Just stating a fact. Look at you, dripping sperm with paw marks all
over your tits. What else can you be?"

"But they made me." She was openly sobbing now.

"How?"

"They caned me and they raped me, over and over."

"Tough break," He shrugged.

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"Like what?"

"Like get me out of here. Please Michael. Please." She held her hands
clasped in front of her as she begged.

"Ok. You do something for me first ok?"

"Like what?"

"Give me a blow job. To make up for the one you didn't give me
before."

"Please Michael," She wailed as she recalled that her it was her
refusal to do it before that had led to her being here.

"Do it Bethany. Or I leave you here."

Tears rolled down her face as she opened his pants and extracted his
dick. She looked in horrified disgust at it then opened her mouth and
closed her eyes. She nearly gagged as it hit the back of her throat
and from far above she heard him groan.

Then she started sucking and bobbing her head.

Michael made her look up at him as he ejaculated deep into her throat.

He watched her retching on the floor for a few minutes then he turned
to go.

"Please <cough - cough> please help me."

"Ok," He said as he turned and pushed through the curtain that took
the stead of a door in her little room.

**********************************************************

True to his word Michael bought Bethany from the bar owner. 'I'm
probably paying far more than she's was worth.' He thought ruefully as
he handed over the cash.

He had contemplated the problem, of what to do with her, at length and
he came to the conclusion that she was really better off where she
was. The trauma it would cause to her family if she just turned up
announced, especially when they found out what she had been doing for
the past six months, and while she was supposed to be dead, would be
devastating.  And not forgetting she'd killed a girl. She'd just turn
up in time to go to jail. Think what that would do to her family.

Anyway she must have got used to it by now. She might even be secretly
enjoying it. She could even be needing it, like a drug. Who knows what
goes on in the mind of a sexslave. Because that was what she was and
would be, for ever after.  There will always be that stigma around
her. So he may even be doing her a favour.

In fact he liked the idea so much that he decided to do a deal with
the bar owner. They'd have a fifty-fifty split on her takings in
return for lodging and management. And they'd drop her cost.
Dramatically. Let lots of the poorer men share in the good fortune.

Even at that low rate she earned him enough to put a huge wreath of
flowers on her grave every day.

**********************************************************



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