Never… By susicol, susicol@hotmail.com Three friends want to capture a blonde bimbo "At last, one of them!" I shout, pointing to a bitch... We have been in this suburb for some time now, without finding any girl. But that looks like a great catch. Young, I reckon 18 or 19. Slender, athletic, about 5’8". Long blonde hair, the typical bimbo. Probably not too smart. Great long legs. She wears tight blue sport shorts, and a yellow halter. Her belly button bare. We will catch her, and bring her in. Soon she will be in my harem. My slave and my hooker. We, that is myself, and two friends. We have been perfecting our tactics for ages. Two of us start the drive. We exhaust her. Then she is a bird ready for the catch... We will capture her, and she will realize her days of freedom will be over. We will force her into slavery: in the end she will surrender her body to our ownership. We hardly ever fail. A collar will be her only garment. She has noticed us. I grin at her, and nod, signifying "your fate is sealed sweetie, you would better surrender right away..." Obviously she doesn’t see it this way. She starts running, right into the wood. The hunt is on! How would she think she can outrun us? We are three superior men, on running shoes, in black shorts and t-shirt. Pete, Paul and myself, Mike, each of us a healthy 6’3". The bitch doesn’t stand a chance. We start the pursuit. Obviously she knows the field. She knows where to run. Each time one of us tries to bypass her, to cut her off, she eludes us. And she is fast. We don’t seem to get any nearer. From time to time we look at each other, a glimmer of despair in our eyes. But we won’t give up. I want this bitch as my slave. We put in some more speed. We get deeper and deeper into the wood. It gets darker. She runs up to a little hill... How stupid can you get. I order my comrades to outflank her... We are on three sides of that little hill, and we can see her blonde hair. I whistle. The sign to move in. The hunt is over. One more slave. She will join seventeen other whores. We walk up... triumphantly. I have to agree, she put up a good fight. She sees us, she is dejected, exhausted... she is ready to be taken. Her shoulders down, her fight is over. I order Paul to capture her. He gets his rope ready. He runs in... "AAAAAAARGH" a terrible shout. And it was not a female who shouted. I just see a net falling. Over Paul! I see him struggling with the net. "Pete, help him, I will get the bitch". Pete moves in... runs, without looking... I go for this girl, my eyes set on her. Another terrifying scream. That is Pete’s voice... I look around, he fell into a pit... This bitch is dangerous, I have to get her... I want to start running at her. Suddenly my right foot is gone, it is pulled up, hard! A rope is wrapped around it. I walked into another trap! The rope pulls hard on me. I try to stay on the ground... but the pull gets stronger... My right foot goes up, I cannot resist... I loose ground, I sweep up... i go up high, higher, higher. My foot is caught, I am caught. I hang on a tree, head down, arms hanging down. We are all caught. I hear a hideous laughter. "Got you boys, you are all mine now." "Get me loose, you bitch, or I will kill you..." "Oh you would, wouldn’t you... I guess you don’t understand your position very well... I just captured you, all three of you. And I intend to turn all three of you into my slaves. Sure, I know the law. I need your agreement, in writing. But I will get it, be sure of that. So this is the deal... You agree now to become my slaves, and you will get a decent treatment. If I have to force you, you will agree later, and you will be sex-slaves for the rest of your miserable life. Understood?" What? She means to enslave us? I wasn’t made for that. I was meant to own slaves. "Cut me loose, immediately, or you will end in my harem!" "She stands in front on me, hands on her hips. "Your harem you said? Well, when you sign this paper, it will be my harem. All the sisters you captured will be mine. All seventeen of them. And I will let them have their revenge on you. Unless you surrender right away." "Never, you bitch, and let me go..." "Nice, I didn’t expect anything else. I will have so much fun with you." She walks to my friends. "And you boys? You think you will be able to resist me? I wouldn’t be too sure. Slavery is waiting for you. You can choose which kind of slavery. It will be the last choice you ever make. Your days of freedom are gone. You don’t sign now, you will end your life as a sexslave, remember..." I hear Paul hissing "Never..." Good boy. I just hear Pete’s sobs. He isn’t going to give in, is he? I hear his voice... "Please, mistress, let me sign..." The wimp! He betrays us! I hear wild laughter. "Good! At least one male in his right mind!" She gets a cellphone, dials a number: "Send in transport, one slave, two prisoners. The Black guard is no more..." She looks down at Pete, and throws a paper and a pencil. "Sign, sweetie, you did the right thing." This cannot be true. I hear some scribbling, and see her collecting the paper. "Nice, from now on you are to be called slave... You lost everything, your freedom, your name as well." The sobbing is awful. "So, slave, I told you your new status. You belonged to the Black guard. I just dissolved it. So, be a nice boy, and hand over your uniform. First your shoes. Some silence, i see her grinning. Pete must be obeying her. She collects them. "Your socks." Two socks coming up. "Your nice black T-shirt." What a humiliation, the slave has to strip himself... "Nice boy, and you just lost all right, including the one to wear shorts. I want them now." Sobs, but the shorts come up. "Oooooh, thongs, you must feel sexy... You can keep those for now... come out of there, slave..." I see him climbing out... head down, just in his skyblue thongs... "On your knees, slave..." He obeys meekly... She dangles a collar in front of his eyes. I see his tears. "This is your uniform for the rest of your life..." His head hangs down, she snaps it swiftly around his neck. His status is official now. But this will never happen to me. I would never sign such a paper. Never. "Slave, make yourself useful." She throws two ropes to him. "Tie these miserable creature, tight, make them feel what they are worth." He does it! He walks over to Paul... I hear his voice "You wouldn’t dare, you traitor..." To no avail. I see Pete kneeling down, his knee into Paul’s back, he grabs his right wrist, his left... crosses them, like we used to catch girls... I hear Paul screaming. Pete is the perfect slave. He pulls off the net, and pulls him by his hair to our capturer. "On your knees, prisoner." Paul realizes there is no escape, and obeys... Pete walks over to me. I hear her voice. "This was your leader, wasn’t he? This is the one I will have the most fun with. Give me his T-shirt first." i see him, all the blood is already in my head, my arms hang down, one leg hangs down, I am exhausted..."Don’t you dare, you bloody traitor." His allegiance has shifted... he grabs the shirt by the hem, pulls it over me. I am being stripped by my former friend... "Oh such nice abs..." Her finger runs over my sixpackbelly... "But will they be able to withstand this?" UUUUUUUMMMMPPPHHHHHHH "Aaaaargh", she slams her fist deep into my belly, didn’t expect this, I wasn’t ready, my stomach nearly explodes, my lungs are forced down... "Liked it? Hope so, there is so much more to come..." My arms hang limp, I feel them being pulled back... Tied to my back, the ropes cut in deep. I am captured, her prisoner, and she intends to turn me into a slave. Never, no never... Nooo, she cuts the rope that is holding me up. I slam down, on my head, I drop limp... "Don’t lie down, lazy bastard..." She grabs me by the hair, and pulls me to my knees, I hardly can keep up, still dazed. "From now on, this is your natural position, slave to be..." It sounds as if I have already surrendered my freedom. At last, an engine... Hopefully rescue is on its way. The jeep is honking, flashing lights. I see a broad smile on my captor’s face. All hope is gone. Another blonde beauty jumps out, hugs her... "Great job, Ingrid, the black terror is over... They are ours." "Prisoners, this is your transport to slavery, in the back you go. She throws in Paul. She grins at me... "You are the leader no? Leaders are on top. Lie on him." She throws me on top of him. "Nice couple, aren’t we? Why don’t you give each other a huge kiss?" Nooo, she can’t make us do that... "Not yet? Don’t worry, once you have signed this paper, you will do so much more for us." We both shiver... "And this is my slave... Everybody can see we conquered him... He will be our trophy on our way back... On your back, on the bonnet, slave, and spreadeagle yourself..." I hear them giggling. They must be tying him on top of the bonnet. Not the way he had imagined his comeback, I would have figured. "Boys, enjoy your last ride before slavery." They giggle, but they sound determined. The engine starts, we are off for a bumpy ride. Our faces touch each other, I see the tears in Paul’s eyes. Humiliation and despair. I don’t dare to move. Our skins touch, and what had to happen, happens. Our cocks get harder and harder. We even can’t control ourselves. They don’t stop honking during the ride. Pete must be enjoying this. Everybody knows his new status. A slave to a blonde woman. This will never happen to us. Never. We must be getting at our destination. We drive inside. We hear huge cheers. Their friends must be expecting us. The doors slam open. We are in a kind of warehouyse. "And, have our babies enjoyed the ride? Oh, they are crying... Don’t cry sweeties, there is so much pain to come..." This sounds ominous. Who will be first to lose his freedom? No volunteers? We will keep the best part for last. The Leader of the black guard will come last... First this little crybaby. Leader, you can meditate your fate in solitude a bit. The last moments of your life before slavery. Must give interesting thoughts. The last moments you wear anything. Just wondering when your last free decision in your life will come. But it will come. Before the day is over, you will be a slave." Ingrid grabs me by the elbow, and guides me through a labyrinth. She stops. "I hope you enjoy this apartment. Don’t worry, it is just temporary. Tonight you are in my harem... you will have lost everything..." She opens a door... a cell, no windows, filthy.. She pushes me in... "Turn around, on your knees, and don’t dare to move." I kneel down, already obeying her orders, my head hangs down, tears start to run. "When I come back, it will be for your final walk as a man... get ready for it..." She slams the door, the lights go out. Look at me now... Captured, tied, already stripped of my t-shirt, just in my shorts and boots... Tears running, shivering, waiting, hoping for some miracle... But as the minutes go by, the hope slides away. From time to time I hear big laughter, or huge cheers. Paul must be giving them some fun. If only that would satisfy their appetite... The door opens. I look up, hoping. No use. Ingrid stands in the door, legs slightly open, hands on her hips. "Ready baby? Ready to give us some fun. God am I happy you refused to sign. We already had so much fun with your former friend. Oh yes he signed, he already feels how nice it to be a sexslave to a blonde goddess... You know what? I will be a nice girl. I will let you walk to your execution place as a free man. Don’t try to run away, you don’t stand a chance. We might kill you..." She grabs me by the hair, pulls me up, I barely can stand on my feet. She unties the ropes... I try to massage my wrists. "Oh did it hurt you, poor baby... and so much more pain to come..." I look at her incredulously. She means what she says. "On your way, baby, your last walk in freedom, enjoy it... This is your walk of shame, your highway to slavery..." No, this won’t happen to me... a slave? Never... But I do as she orders, I am her captive, her prisoner... I try to slow down, thinking how nice it would have been had I beaten her..."A little bit quicker baby... the girls are waiting..." A door opens, I see a huge stand... Full of girls... They jump up when they see me, and start jeering. Ingrid whispers... " See how much they love you... and you will be theirs soon. That beautiful body will belong to them. You will just sign a little paper, and gone will be the days of freedom. Forever a slave... a sex slave... I guess you didn’t think that this morning." I look around... I shiver when I see Paul... kneeling, naked, collared, crying, and with a huge dildo in his ass. This cannot be true... "This belongs to you, no?" They brought my harem here... All seventeen of them they already wear yellow and blue bikinis... Ingrid is pretty sure about the outcome of this ceremony. "They will love to give you back what you gave them. You won’t mind that, no? Well, in fact nobody will care if you mind or not... You will belong to us..." "Now, be a good boy, and give me your boots..." What can I do, she could easily take them... I kneel down, off goes my right shoe... left shoe... "Ooooh nice white socks... i want them..." I hand them over... "So, boy, you are nearly ready for your treatment. And we know what the end of that treatment will be no? The paperwork is ready for you to sign. And you will be so happy you will be able to sign sweetie. Now, cross your wrists, in front of you..." The crowd has gone silent. They know the execution is about to start. She ties me, expertly, and grins at me. A rope comes dangling from the roof. She hooks the rope to my ties. I hear a little engine... My wrists are being pulled up... Above me, higher, higher, I am being stretched out... Forced to stand on my toes, every muscle in my body taut. This hurts. "MMMM pretty body we will soon own... Let us make this a little bit more interesting..." Another rope comes down, she ties it around my neck... a noose... The rope is tighter than the one on my wrists The crowd goes wild with laughter. "See honey, at some moment those nice legs of you will give, and you won’t be able to hold yourself up with your arms... you will hand in a noose... and you will choke so slowly... Unless I untie you... And I will only do that for a price... and you know the price... you are the price honey... Pfff, I can stay here for ages, they will sooner be bored than I. A slave? Never... But this hurts, I close my eyes to concentrate. How could Paul give in? Such a wimp. "Honey, we will help you a bit to make up your mind." I feel her fingers over my belly, oh noooo, she starts to tickle me... I squirm and turn, she attacks my armpits, fortunately I can still stand. But this is tiring me down. I cannot stop giggling "Funny isn’t it? Enjoy it while you can... Every second your fate is coming nearer..." The crowd goes wild with applause. Obviously they are as convinced as Ingrid. I hop from one foot to another. "Get ready for the serious work baby, playtime is to start." I try to relax, to concentrate, get back my balance, and try to keep my abs in good form... Happy I did so, she slam in a hard right fist, right into my liver. Oh no, she will try to wear me down. I have to keep my abs tight... Once she gets through to my organs, I am done for... A left right left combo, but my muscles still hold, I am still on my feet... She must be getting nervous... She holds my chin up with her left hand... forcing me to look into her eyes.... "not willing to give???" I grin back... She slams her right fist into my chin... I am dazed... my arms come down a bit, I can only count on my legs now... She must have noticed I have weakened a bit... She spins, and slams her right foot, right into my stomach... I could handle the fists, but there is so much more power in these gracious legs... I gasp for air... She spins again... SLAM... Aaargh, this is going to kill me, my abs are taking it, but I won’t be able to hold on for long. She walks back, comes running... Noooo, a dropkick... right into my belly, my abs cannot take that, her feet dig in deep, so deep, my stomach nearly explodes, my liver comes up. I could double over. "Ready to sign sweetie?" Never... "Don’t worry, the end is near.Your last minutes in any garments, soon a nice collar around your neck. The black guard enslaved... The day is falling for you, eternal night is on its way..." She spins again! I try to get my abs back! Perhaps for the last time... Aaaaaaargh, she hits my knees.... She slams my legs from under me! I try to get my footing back, but she plants her heels right onto my toes? She spins again, the other side, my legs are gone, my full weight hangs on my wrists. The crowd are cheering. Death by choking or slavery... My future gets very gloomy... I try to pull myself up, horrible, I cannot muster any strength... the rope starts to cut into my neck, my arteries are cut off... She grins at me... "you are going honey, the end of your miserable life..." She doesn’t intend to show any mercy... I mumble, "Please, please..." "What do I hear? Is the proud leader begging? You know the way out of your predicament...." I cannot get any air, no more oxygen, this must be the end... "Please... I surrender" "YESSSSSSS, you are mine..." she unties the noose, I hang on my wrists, my legs limp, I start crying... The crowd goes wild, I see my girls kissing each other. I start to realize what I just did... I surrendered myself, my body to this glorious woman... I am a slave... She unties my wrists, gives me a pen and a paper... "Sweetie, this is your last free act in your miserable life. Seconds away from slavery. Trust me, I will take everything away from you, your freedom, your name, your pride, you will regret so much you didn’t choke..." I read the text, trembling and shivering. It is simple, but horrible. I know the text, I have made it sign 17 times. "I hereby surrender myself and all my belongings to the superior being named Ingrid. I lose all rights, including the right to life. Ingrid owns these rights. I am aware that signing this is the last free act of my miserable life." The tears drop on the paper, the crowd is silent. They are aware this is a famous victory. I plant my pen... and write down my name... It is final, I am a slave for the rest of my life. Ingrid snatches the paper away, and runs around, showing it to the girls... I grab my face, crying, if I could I would disappear into the ground. She comes back to me... "Slave, get up... and quickly..." I have to obey my mistress..."Let us adjust your outfit... shorts don’t fit a sexslave... Give them to me, but slowly, first open your zipper nicely..." I bring down my hand, and open it... I cannot believe I follow her orders... "And now rip off that little button, you won’t need it ever any more..." I pull hard, it tears off... "Now shove those down your big ass..." I drop my pants, I am only in my red thong, pants on my ankles. "Oh you enjoy your new status?" She squeezes my cock through my panties. "Step out of those shorts, whore... Look down now, and have a last look at the last garment you will ever wear. Years of whoring are waiting for you. And they will start soon. Get rid of that ridiculous thong!" I mumble "please..." She slaps my face... "you are not allowed to talk, slave..." I shove it down... step out of it. The crowd love the sight. The leader of the black guard, captured, enslaved, stripped... She shows me a steel collar... around my neck, locked... she shows me the key... and drops it into the gutter. "For the rest of your life..." She points to Pete. "Come here, slave.." We are facing each other, naked, collared. "Didn’t you refuse your friend a nice kiss, slave?" I nod... "Well you owe him one, a deep one, don’t hold back, or I will cut out your tongue..." Laughter on the stands... I put my hands on his head, pull him close, my lips on his... we open our mouthes... our tongues start turning... we are crying, and of course our cocks are bone hard, for everybody to see... "Oh you love it, slave 3... "pointing to my cock... "Give your friend some more pleasure...leader... on your knees..." Oh nooooooooo.... I should have died... but I kneel down... "You know what to do whore... swallow him, and make him cum..." I hold his shaft with both hands, massage it up and down, I feel the pulsation... He is going to explode... I quickly engulf it in my mouth... He explodes, deep into my throat... he relaxes... I swallow... "oh yes, you are a better whore than a fighter, you discovered your vocation, slave 3...But your friend wants to give you some pleasure back... on all fours, slave three... What can I do but obey??? I feel Pete behind me...I know what is coming... He rams his cock deep into my ass... my former friend rapes me... he rams deeper and deeper, he shows no mercy... he cums again, and again... "So, whores, you made a glorious entry into your profession... But we have news for you slave 3... Your first clients are waiting... I guess you know them... They all want to give you back some pleasure you gave them, all 17 of them... Look at them... I look up... my 17 girls, all in blue and yellow bikinis, giggling with excitement. They are getting ready... strapping on huge dildos. "Slave 3, you will soon be the leader in whoring... Girls, give him what he deserves..." They storm at me, slam me to the ground, stretching open my legs, my arms open, one is sitting on my shoulders... "The whore is ready for service, girls!" A terribly big dildo rams into my bowels, not once... I start counting... Seventeen... this should be it... "Girls, the whore is all free, give it to him once more...." Nooooooooooo, I stop counting, I am just their ragdoll. I am broken... "Come, slave 3, we will retire into my apartments... and trust me, you won’t sleep much tonight, the fun and the pain have just started..." I follow her, obediently, as befits a slave...