From Feminist To Fuckpig
I’d like to thank Erica @broken-erica for the inspiration for this this story. Again a reminder, if you’re interested in having a story of being kidnapped and sold into white slavery based on you, just tell me the following info:
Your first name(if you prefer, it can be a phony name)
Physical description(if possible, include a pic. I promise it won’t be shared. Also include if you have tattoos/body piercings )
Where you’d like to be kidnapped from(could include but not limited to a nightclub, college campus, place of employment, a gym, the mall, the beach, spring break, etc)
What would you be wearing
Who would you like to be sold to(could include but not limited to businessmen from the Middle East or Asia, a brothel in say Latin American or Asia, a drug cartel, to Africans for breeding, an underground bdsm website)
I am kind of behind my stories(had some problems with my phone) so be patient.
Without further ado, I’ll start the story. Enjoy.
Erica was a college student in her early 20’s. She’s Asian, a nice curvy body. Long black hair. Someone nice to have as a sex slave. She’s also a feminist. Total feminazi. She was also a lesbian.
One night she was speaking at a “take back the night” rally. It included women with vagina(cunt) hats wearing t-shirts saying “my body, my choice”.
Erica gave a speech basically calling all men rapists(even saying sex inside of marriage was rape). She called the fraternity system rapists and other stuff included wanting safe spaces from speech that offended them and a lot of anti-Trump rhetoric. She was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that highlighted her cleavage and blue skinny jeans with black flip flops
When Erica was done, she was approached by a woman who identified herself as a visiting professor in feminist studies who had organized a feminist group and wanted to invite Erica to join. The visiting professor was dressed kind of conservatively wearing a maxi floral print sundress with white thong sandals. She invited Erica back to her hotel room for a drink to discuss the matter more.
Back at the hotel room, the two were discussing Erica’s speech. The visiting professor started stroking Erica’s hair and then started stroking her inner thighs. And then the two started lip-locking and tonging each other.
All of a sudden, Erica started feeling light headed.
“Oh boy, that drink was pretty. Only had a few sips.
“You all right?”
“Oh my God. My head. I gotta get some air. Gotta go outside.”
Erica was able to get up but then the room started spinning and she tripped. Almost immediately she passed out.
“Sweet dreams” said the visiting professor. The visiting professor was our own Mistress Sydney. Sydney had placed a roofie in Erica’s drink.
Sydney then grabbed a bag and used rope to tie up our latest acquisition putting her in a hogtie. She then ball gagged the slave and finally put a hood over her head to blind her. Then she placed a call.
“I got one for you” as she gave a physical description.
“Ok be there in five minutes” said the voice on the other line.
5 minutes later, Bruce and Rick showed up with a garment bag big enough to fit the slave in. They put it in the van and they drove back to our slave training facility.
Once in the van, they removed the slave from the bag and started having a little fun with it feel it up and groping and fondling it.
“Love good Asian meat” observed Rick.
About a few minutes from the facility, the slave began to wake up. The first thing she noticed was she couldn’t see. Then it realized it couldn’t move. Then it tried to scream but all that came out was “mmmppphhh!!!”
“Look who’s awake” said Rick.
“We’re really gonna have some fun with you” as Rick continued to feel it up.
When the van arrived, they undid the slave’s hogtie so it could walk. It’s hands were still tied behind it’s back and still gagged with the hood on its head as the slave was lead on what seemed like a perp walk. The slave would’ve resisted but it was too weak from the drug it had taken. It was lead on the elevator 3 floors down. We then removed the hood from its head. The slave was horrified to see other women who were locked in arch back devices. There was one that would be reserved for it.
We removed its clothing and locked in the arch back securing its wrists, upper arms, thighs, ankles, neck and waist. We removed the gag briefly to give the slave water then put it back on. Then a black leather hood was put over the slave’s head the hood had only holes one through its nose so it could breathe. The other ones were both ears so we could place earbuds in each ear. The earbuds were attached to a CD player that had an orientation(or we like to call disorientation) tape. For part of the time, it would play loud white noise. The other part was a message that went like this:
“Hello bitch. You comfortable? I guess not. As you can probably tell by now, you’re no longer a free person. You are now our sex slave. Our fucktoy. Our piece of meat. You have no human rights anymore. You are no longer human. You are now lower than even an animal. From now until we feel you’re ready, you will be trained to be a sex slave. Which means we can do what ever we want to you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. There’s no safe word. No aftercare. We only stop when we get tired.
When we feel you’re ready, you auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder. I know you’re going to try and think of ways to extricate yourself from this situation. You may try to bargain your way out by offering to let us do something to you. Well, we’re going to do it anyway. Maybe you hope we’ll get sloppy. We’ve thought of everything.
The best you can do for yourself is accept your fate. The more you do so, the easier it’ll be. You may even come to enjoy it.”
The finishing touches were placing alligator clips on its nipples, a wired dildo in its pussy and a butt plug up its ass. Then a device resembling an electric toothbrush was attached to its clit. It ran on a timer going on and off every few minutes. This would edge the slave and long before morning would be begging for an orgasm. It was also part of 72 hours of sleep deprivation we subject our slaves to. Also the water we just gave the slave was laced with a stimulant that heightens its sexual urges. If however the slave manages somehow to cum or dose off, the connections to its tits, pussy and asshole had a sensor that would give the slave a nasty electrical shock.
The transformation of the slave formerly known as Erica from an independent feminist to an obedient and compliant slave had begun. Whatever it was just a few hours ago, it no longer was.
To be continued