Trafficked Pt 8 (NC, sadism, rough sex, pegging)

Continuing with this dark, sadistic series. This series is focused on human trafficking and non consensual sex. I appreciate any feedback my readers have. It is nice to know when you enjoy (or don't enjoy) my work.

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Barry loved having Julie under his control. He wasn’t sure if it was the torture she endured over the past several days, her one night with Barry, or her sudden hatred of her husband that had broken her. No matter what it was, she seemed to have no inhibitions. Barry made sure to fuck her hard. Her noises were a mix of pain from anal and pleasure to have Barry’s dick inside her. Peter, on the other hand, his screams were pure and torturous. 

The words echoed in Barry’s head, ‘I just want you to cum, Daddy.’ It was late and Barry had already fucked Gina twice, but he was rather certain he could cum again, especially inside of Julie’s tight ass. He wanted to push her.

“You might want my cum, but just look at that young, sexy cumslut over there!” Barry taunted. Both of them shifted their gaze in the direction of Gina. She continued to lay face down on the horse, exhausted from the night’s activities. “She deserves all of Daddy’s cum.”

“But Daddy!” Julie whined. She wanted to please him, she wanted to prove herself worthy. The words coming out of her own mouth weren’t hers. This desperate need to please a man who only wished to hurt her wasn’t her either. None of it made sense. She justified her lust and her offer to torture Gina as a method of avoiding being Barry’s painslut, and only being used for torture. Except, it wasn’t that, she was enjoying this. The skewering, being hung by her tits, the intense impact play, all of it led to a release of endorphins. Her body was flooded with hormones bringing about a response. Her brain had also learned that with torture came fucking. It was becoming wired into a Pavlovian response that linked pain with sexual gratification. Barry fucking her ass while removing the skewers only served to increase this connection. “Daddy, I want to be such a good slut for you. I want to earn your cum.”

“Good slut or not,” Barry answered. “I might just save all of it for my cumslut.”  

Julie looked over at the younger girl. Julie was being fucked by the man she called Daddy, but yet, she was envious of Gina. Envious of his attention and that she was Barry’s go-to fucktoy. God, she just wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside of her. He felt so big. 

“What more do I need to do?” Julie begged.

“Perhaps nothing,” Barry responded. She hated that answer. There had to be something, anything. “Like I said before, you deserve pain.”

“Jesus Christ!” Peter interjected. “Is this really what you want?!”

“Hmm…” Barry thought out loud. Peter’s choice to interrupt was rather poor timing as it shifted the focus from Barry and his desperate painslut to her stupid husband. “On second thought, grab his neck, keep him quiet.”

Julie obeyed. Her hand wrapped around her husband’s neck, gripping it. Her one small hand wasn’t enough so she wrapped both around his neck, starting to cut off his air. Peter was having trouble breathing, much like earlier when Barry was choking him. This time, it went on longer. With Julie choking Peter, Barry fucked her harder. Now, Julie’s strap-on was no longer thrusting in and out of Peter’s ass, it was basically just lodged as deep in Peter as it could be as Barry railed Peter’s wife. Barry was getting close. He moved his right hand from Julie’s hip to her neck. What Julie’s hand lacked in size, Barry’s did not. He was able to wrap his large hand more than half way around her throat as he continued to fuck her. 

“I wonder who is going to pass out first?” Barry asked playfully. He squeezed her hard but not too hard, the ideal strength was enough so that she could barely breathe but yet still allow her to maintain pressure on Peter’s neck. Barry leaned into his painslut and whispered into her ear. “If he passes out first, you will have proven yourself worthy of Daddy’s cum tonight. But trust me, I’m not going to go easy on you…” 

Truth be told, Barry was only moments away from cumming. Strangling a slut who is also strangling her husband was too fucking hot for him to hold back. His goal was to push her, he wanted Julie to choke him harder, just as was about to do the same. She clearly took his promise to heart as Peter gasped more, his breathing labored. It was a struggle for Julie to hold that much pressure on her husband’s throat as she started to see stars. Julie was winning though as Peter started to slump. He was losing consciousness, only being held up by the cuffs, Julie’s hands, and being smothered between the bars of the cage and the sadistic pair currently fucking him. Julie felt the power. It was as though the life was draining from his body. Just as she too was beginning to fade, she felt it, Daddy’s warm cum shooting into her ass. 

Julie awoke some time later. She was naked and laying on the ground of the dungeon. Barry’s cum pooling on the floor under her ass. She could see her husband also lying nearby.  He was still inside the cage, with one of his wrists cuffed to a bar. As Julie examined her situation, she noted that she was also still inside the cage, although not close enough to touch him. A metal cuff was attached to one of her wrists and locked to a bar. She pulled at it trying to test whether she could free herself, instead two loud clangs echoed about the room.  

“Did you really mean it?” A soft voice squeaked from outside of the cage. It was dark in the room but the voice clearly belonged to a frightened Gina. She hadn’t spoke much since first being fucked by Peter. Barry scared her even more than Peter did. She had hoped that maybe her brains would help her to find a way out, perhaps even with Julie’s help. What she hadn’t counted on was Julie trying to make a deal with Barry. She had been exhausted from being repeatedly fucked over the course of the night, but still managed to hear most of what Julie had offered.    

“I’m tired,” Julie snorted. She was tired. Moreover, she didn’t really care to chat with her. As opposed to Gina who had hoped to work with Julie, Julie didn’t give a shit about Peter, the man who could have saved her, or some random schoolgirl. The only thing that mattered to Julie is herself and making the best of this horrible situation. “Just leave me the fuck alone.”

“Answer the question,” Gina demanded. Her voice and demeanor had changed. She wasn’t just scared, she was angry. She couldn’t understand why Julie wouldn’t be more sympathetic since they were in the same situation. “Fuck, we are in this together!”

“Listen here, I’ll say this just once,” Julie sniped. “*We* are not in anything together. Sure, we are all prisoners here, but that’s where the similarities end. You are a pretty, young, tight, former virgin. One that my husband bought over waiting to buy me and one that gets to be fucked while I’m simply kept for pain.”

“That’s not my fault!” Gina screamed, starting to realize that Julie might be beyond the ability to reason with. 

“None of us are to blame, little girl,” Julie argued. “Well, Peter is. Regardless, we all have a role to play here, and if I want Daddy to cum in me again, I will just have to play mine.”

“Oh no,” Gina disagreed. She was aware that Julie had resisted. She had heard the warnings of the men, all the women had. But while Gina complied with their demands in preparation for the auction, Julie didn’t. “You aren’t without blame. If you hadn’t resisted so much, maybe you wouldn’t be here. Maybe you would have been sold sooner and Peter wouldn’t have bought me. Maybe you wouldn’t be such a pain whore pining for that sadistic ‘*Daddy*’!”  

Gina rose from the floor. Unlike the two caged slaves, she wasn’t cuffed and was free to walk about the room. The faint light was barely enough for her to explore the implements that were neatly placed on shelves on the walls of the dungeon. Barry was meticulous in his organization. There was an area with gags, another for cuffs, another for floggers. Gina was amazed at all the toys, some of which she had no idea of their use. It was when she reached the whips that she paused. Each was rather long, which was needed for what she had planned. One of the whips caught her eye. It was custom made for Barry, it looked like a traditional cat o' nine tails except the very ends of the whip were metal chains rather than leather. 

She picked it up, she felt powerful with it in her hand. Gina walked to the edge of the cage. Julie was cuffed to a bar directly against the wall of the dungeon, which made it challenging to reach, but the whip’s length would solve that problem. 

“What are you doing?” Julie asked, watching Gina place the whip entirely into the cage. With her arm through the cage as well, she was able to swing the whip. Gina realized that she couldn’t raise the whip too high or else it would hit the top of the cage. This limited Gina’s ability to crack the whip as hard as she wanted, but she planned to use as much force as she lowered it. The second part of her task was finding Julie. She raised the whip and brought it down, smacking against the ground. She repeated the process again, but for the second time, missed Julie. The third time was the charm, the metal chains smacked Julie’s leg.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Julie screamed. The pain radiated through her body. She heard the metal chains drag along the floor before being lifted again. Julie brought her knees to her chest and her arms up to protect her head. The second hit connected with the outside of her upper thigh. Julie had thought that she had experienced the depths of pain but this implement was by far more sadistic than anything used on her. The metal chains hit the side of her exposed tit and torso on the third impact. “FUCKKKK!!! STOP!”

“We aren’t in this together, cunt!” Gina yelled. She continued whipping Julie, taking out her anger of being captured, sold, and raped by two men. Julie struggled to stay in position protecting her head, midsection, and pussy. With the latest hits of the chains against her knees, they dropped, exposing her upper thighs and her pussy. The hits weren’t hard enough to break Julie’s bones, but they were hard enough to leave bruises and welts. “Like you said, you are kept for pain.”

Just as Gina finished a dozen hits to Julie, the door of the dungeon swung open and Barry turned on the lights. The captive slaves weren’t aware of the security features of the room, including an alarm that alerted Barry if anyone attempted to bypass the lock or made too much noise. Julie’s screaming activated the alarm, which woke Barry. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Barry interrupted. He ran over, slapping Gina hard across the face while grabbing the whip from her hand. The young girl cowered in fear. He grabbed her hard by the wrist, pulling the thin girl to her feet, then slamming her against the cage. He leaned into Gina smashing her against the metal bars. “Listen slut, she is my property. He is my property, and you, you dumbass cunt, you are my property. You will all learn that none of you are in charge, none of you matter, you are objects for me to abuse and destroy.”

“Maybe painslut,” Barry added, turning to Julie. “Maybe now I’ll let you torture her.”