Often I was alone. Maybe five or six times a day a guy would
come in and fuck me, then leave and lock me in. Several times a
week though, after the gym had closed, they would bring me out and
have a really big gang bang, where four or five guys at a time
would jump my bones.

Finally, someone made a mistake. During one of the late night,
boozeathon gang bang parties, someone went out the back door to
fetch more beer just as I was coming back from the bathroom. The
guys were pissed out of their minds and nobody was watching me.

I stared at the door for the longest time, months of slavery
having sapped my will. Then I started walking towards it, and the
walk became a run. I ran out into the alley, right past the guy,
who was bent over as he tried to pull a case of beer out of the
trunk of his car. He didn't even see me.

I ran naked through the streets until the police picked me up.
I was taken to the hospital and examined.

The police knew something had happened but I wouldn't tell them
what. I claimed amnesia and eventually they stopped asking. Why
didn't I turn the guys in? How could I? Can you imagine the trial?
Can you imagine what a total slut I would be shown as?

All I wanted to do was forget it and get on with my life. I'd
failed all my course, but after a few months of rest I went back to
school and started them over again, this time keeping my fantasies
in check. The months of slavery had done something to me, though.
I didn't have the confidence and willpower I had once had. I'd
turned kind of mousy.

I found it hard to argue, to stand up for myself. During dates,
the guys easily took advantage of me, ignoring my weak fluttering
hands and mumbled protests to fuck me if they wanted to.

Then one day, as I was walking on a street just off campus,
headed for a drugstore, I almost ran right into Al. He was standing
still right in the middle of the sidewalk and I was walking with my
head down, as was normal for me now.

I glanced up as I was about to move around him and froze. My
eyes widening and body going rigid. "Well, well, well." he smirked.
"Hi there, Julie." I didn't say anything, just trembled.

"Let's go, slut. The guys and me have bought us a cabin where we
can have some fun." He slipped his hand around my upper arm and led
me towards a waiting van. I shuffled along with him, my mind in a
daze. Then he shoved me into waiting hands and I was pulled into
the van.

My clothes were quickly stripped off me, and as Al placed the
metal collar around my neck a long, slow sigh escaped my lips. My
hands were handcuffed behind me and I was forced to my knees, my
legs apart as Al knelt behind me. Then his cock pierced my cunt
lips and sank deep into my belly.

I made no protest, not one. My cheek pressed against the dirty
floor of the van as we moved through traffic. Al rutted into me,
his strokes firm, his hands clutching my hips as he worked his cock
in and out. For long minutes he stroked away at my pussy, his loins
slapping against my ass cheeks.

"She hasn't lost any of her tightness." he commented to the
others.

"She's still got a nice ass." Someone said from behind me.

"And nice tits." Someone else said.

"Give it to her, Al." another added.

And he did, his body hammering mine, his cock slicing back and
forth between my pussy lips, his cockhead punching deep into my
fuck box as he grunted and muttered in pleasure.

His powerful hands jerked back on my body, pulling my cunt back
for each thrust as I sighed and grunted in response. A low purring
sound came from deep in my chest as my body loosened up and
accepted the deep, ruthless penetration and possession by the
powerful man.

My breasts shook and trembled beneath me and began swelling. My
cunt warmed and my guts roiled. My breathing got heavier, faster,
more ragged, as my senses swirled and danced. Behind me, Al slid
a finger down between my legs and jammed my clitty against his
pumping prong.

Finally he came, his fingers digging in harder as his sperm
pumped into my belly. As soon as he moved away another took his
place, Mike. Mike took me the same way as Al, fucking me from
behind with my face against the floor.

After him came Pete, then Joe, then two guys I didn't know.
Minute after minute my fears dropped away and I relaxed. After the
first couple of fucks I was pumping my ass back towards the guy
riding me, and when the fourth guy stuffed his cock into my hole I
came.

From then on it was nothing but total, passionate sexual
gratification. My will, such as I still had, slipped away and I
reverted to my obedient slave self. And in that I found freedom,
cumming as they fucked me on my knees, cumming as they fucked me on
my back, cumming as they fucked me in the ass, and down the throat,
one, two, and three at a time, cumming as their big hands pawed and
probed my body.

The truck bounced and rattled as we moved down a rutted,
potholed road for what seemed like ages. The guys had all fucked me
at least once, and sometimes twice and so I was just sitting there
against the side of the van, in a soft buzz.

The van stopped and Mike and Pete got out of the passenger
doors. Then they slid open the side of the van and Al moved towards
it, pulling me with him. Then, as I stood there, bent over a
little, my body gave a long shudder.

We were in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, and a cabin stood
a few dozen yards in front of me. Between us and the cabin was a
crowd of big musclebound men, at least two dozen, and they were all
looking at me with desperate lust.

I gave a moan as they surged forward and hands pulled me down
from the van. They were all over me like dogs fighting over a bone.
Cocks came at me from every direction and all my holes were soon
speared by savagely rutting cocks.

But I was at ease, happy, back in the element that had become my
own. I didn't care about school or escape, wanted only to be used
and fucked and ridden hard, wanted to be chained and hung and yes,
spanked and slapped and whipped.

Cums rippled through my body in a steady stream as cock after
cock pushed into my holes and cum poured into me. My mind cleared
of all problems and all worries as I gave myself over to the life
of a sex slave, and exulted in the realization of my total
subjugation.

I was to be the first of many young women that would come up to
the cabin here, all carefully selected for their beauty. Most of
the others were unwilling, but tears would give way to acceptance
for them all, and soon they would grow to love their new lives.
Years and years would pass, and our group would grow, the men
powerful, strong, the women chained and obedient.

Children would be born, I myself had twelve. If they were boys,
they would grow up on a steady diet of meat and exercise, learning
to pump iron before they could tie their own shoelaces. If they
were girls, well, they never had to tie their shoelaces because
they never wore any shoes, or anything else. They were trained in
obedience and submissiveness.

I was deeply satisfied, and took pride in the beauty and sexual
skills of my daughters, and the strength and virility of my sons.
Mostly though, I took pride in the fact that I had, more than
anybody else, been responsible for the formation of this wonderful
community. For it was my fantasy that had become true to life.

For the guys, of course, it was even more of a fantasy. It
wasn't just the free use of women, but also the domination and
possession of a lovely, young, to them, snooty college girls. I
knew that simply from the girls who arrived at the farm, as they
called it.

Certainly they were all lovely and young, some just into high
school, but there were more than a few college girls, and even a
few older women in their mid to late twenties, doctors, lawyers,
police women, army officers. All would be broken to the chains and
the will of the men, and all would be glad of it.

Life was a sexual picnic, with orgy following orgy and gang bang
following gang bang. There were no taboos, no restrictions, no
constraints or limitations on sexual expression, and all of us were
happier and healthier for it.

My first born daughter, Tammie, never wore a stitch of clothing
until her seventeenth birthday, when she left for her first whoring
session in the city. Each of the girls spent a few weeks of the
year in the city, under tight control of course. This earned us
enough money to get by on.

By then we were so well settled, that there was no need to
kidnap new women. Our own kids provided the fresh young blood and
bodies. This then, is more than a fantasy, this life of mine. It is
nothing less than the complete fulfilment that all humans long for
and so few discover.

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