Kidnapped into Slavery by Skinphil.
Scar drove the van for over an hour, Shit and I both blindfolded and manacled in the back. It was an uncomfortable ride, as we slipped and bumped our way over the entire trip. I realised we had arrived, when the van turned, and started to drive slowly, with the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels. It was a long driveway, and became a rough track. We drove for another 5 minutes or so, and then the van stopped. It then started to reverse, and I could distinguish a change in the engine note, as if we were in a tunnel. Scar got out, slamming the door. I could here voices, and then a heated exchange began. This lasted for several minutes, and then Scar came back to the van, and opened the side sliding door. “I am sorry Daniel, truly I am. I had no idea what this pig had in mind. Please forgive me.” With that, I felt my body being dragged out of the van. And being manhandled down an echoing concrete corridor. I heard the van start up, and drive out, and steel doors slam shut. “NO!” I screamed realising what had happened. “NO, NOT ME!” I screamed again, but I knew I had no way to escape: I was doomed to my fate.
I was dragged without care for my skin or body, being manhandled through doors and against rough concrete walls. I sensed others around me, but could not determine who or how many. Finally, I was dumped in a cold damp room, and left manacled and blindfolded. I remained this way for many hours, or so I felt, as I was unable to move or see any light or movement. I was left to contemplate my fate, and I felt betrayed. I was a master not a slave. I owned slaves, I trained slaves, and I was not a whore to be fucked at the whim of a master. I was not a dog to be whipped and beaten as the master saw fit. But I was helpless: manacled and blindfolded, at anyone’s mercy. I heard a noise at last. A key in the door, a sound of footsteps, heavy boots near my head, heavy breathing, the smell of raw leather, the smell of a man, sensual, sending my senses reeling, my cock starting to rise for a heavy session of rough sex. PAIN, my head is in pain, the boot, kicking my head, kicking my body, my ribs caving in, and my head again, my back, and my kidneys. I was being beaten viciously, and not a word being said. My cock was still hard, and growing harder, a second pair of boots next to my head. They smelled of cumm. I loved that smell. It made me harder again, and I could feel myself Cumming. Then the whip flayed my back. It continued to strike and strike til I went into unconsciousness…
