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Sold Into Slavery (Peter King)


Sold Into Slavery by Peter King

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The trafficking of humans is a well-known occurrence in today’s world, particularly the taking of girls to be used for sex. Most of them end up in prostitution in many places around the globe. But there are some that are taken for a far more insidious purpose. These women are transformed into compliant sex slaves, not used by countless strangers, but instead sold to wealthy people. These people revel in their ability to make these girls believe their true purpose in life is to provide for their owners’ pleasure.

This story is about one such girl; whose life was never hers to begin with, though she never knew it. On her eighteenth birthday, just when she expects to find her freedom, something finds her. Follow her as she is taken, stripped of her dignity, made to believe she has no choice but to obey, and then is sold to someone who will train her to be his human chattel. Her passage into slavery will be extensive and arduous, and through it she will be transformed from a simple girl into a sex slave. In order to survive she will have to abandon any morality she once possessed and revert to her most base instincts.

Throughout her journey you will see how her defenses first falter and then are ultimately quashed, as she begins to accept her fate. This is Sasha’s story and she invites you to experience it with her.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 3 / 2019

No. words: 45000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Sex Slavery / Training

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The trafficking of humans is a well-known occurrence in today’s world, particularly the taking of girls to be used for sex. Most of them end up in prostitution in many places around the globe. But there are some that are taken for a far more insidious purpose. These women are transformed into compliant sex slaves, not used by countless strangers, but instead sold to wealthy people. These people revel in their ability to make these girls believe their true purpose in life is to provide for their owners’ pleasure.

This story is about one such girl; whose life was never hers to begin with, though she never knew it. On her eighteenth birthday, just when she expects to find her freedom, something finds her. Follow her as she is taken, stripped of her dignity, made to believe she has no choice but to obey, and then is sold to someone who will train her to be his human chattel. Her passage into slavery will be extensive and arduous, and through it she will be transformed from a simple girl into a sex slave. In order to survive she will have to abandon any morality she once possessed and revert to her most base instincts.

Throughout her journey you will see how her defenses first falter and then are ultimately quashed, as she begins to accept her fate. This is Sasha’s story and she invites you to experience it with her.


Chapter 1

Sasha Chernoff was about to become eighteen and it would be a major milestone and turning point in her young life, of that she was determined. Life for Sasha had been especially rough, starting when she was left in a church as a baby. As a blonde haired, blue-eyed baby, the Chernoff’s, a nice couple who could not have kids of their own, soon adopted her. She had a good life until she was five, when her adoptive parents died in a car crash. From there her troubles began, as the Chernoff’s had no family to take Sasha as theirs.
That was when she started to get shuffled from one foster home to another, as Sasha was a rambunctious girl who was hard to control. It seemed every year, and sometimes more often, she was moved to another family when the previous one could no longer handle her. When she turned thirteen the Emerson’s took her in, an apparently nice couple that always took the tougher kids into their home. Sasha spent the last five years with them. Though they never cut her loose, she was still a troublemaker, always being punished for something she would do wrong. As nice as the Emersons seemed, they had an agenda for keeping girls like Sasha around until they came of age.
They never struck her, but she spent an inordinate amount of time locked in her bedroom when they punished her. But Sasha knew her time was coming, that when she turned eighteen she would take off and start her life on her own. When she woke up on the day before her eighteenth birthday she was ready, having hidden a few hundred dollars so she could make her escape. Her plan was to slip out of the house late that night, when everyone was in bed, and she made sure she was well enough behaved in the last month so her door would not be locked from the outside.
The morning before her planned escape, Sasha came down for breakfast, and found the Emersons had a guest coming for dinner and that she was expected to join them. Normally she would have resisted and earned a punishment, but given she expected to be long gone by the next morning, she gave Mrs. Emerson no grief about it. She just went about her business and she packed a small duffle bag, which she hid under her bed. She was planning on getting a bus ticket to Los Angeles, where she expected she could waitress and maybe find an acting job eventually.
Sasha knew she was pretty, standing at five foot six and one hundred and ten pounds; she had the build and natural beauty she had seen in many actresses. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was a dirty blonde, but all natural, evidenced by the light color of her pubic hair. Her only deficiency, in her mind anyway, was that her boobs were only a B cup, not big enough to draw the kind of attention big-busted women did. But she figured if she could earn enough money, she could always enlarge them later.
At six pm sharp, she made her way to the dining room. She found Mr. Emerson at the head of the table, with Charlene and Kelly, the other foster kids that lived there, seated on one side of the table. There were two empty chairs facing the girls, one for Sasha and the other for Mrs. Emerson. But there was also the guest, an older looking Oriental man, sitting at the opposite end of the table.
Sasha took the seat closer to him, leaving the other empty seat next to Mr. Emerson open for his wife. She smiled at the stranger and he smiled back at her, but something about the look in his eyes scared her. Mrs. Emerson brought in the food and soon they were all eating their dinner. But Sasha kept glancing at the stranger, who seemed to be watching her intently and it disturbed her. He seemed pleasant enough, but the look in his eyes every time she saw him staring at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if he was sizing her up for some reason.
She was so happy once dinner was over and she was excused, bolting for her room, eager to distance herself from the strange man. She spent the next few hours waiting for the house to settle down for the night, anxious to get out and leave all of this behind. Finally midnight came; an hour after the Emerson’s always went to bed. She quietly gathered her bag and dressed in her jeans and a sweatshirt with her sneakers on, she slipped from her room and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen and the door to the back yard that was there.
She was glad that she had thought to oil the hinges on that door and the screen door just outside it, as she quietly slipped outside to the small porch that led down to the lawn. She felt the sensation of freedom as she silently walked down the steps and around to the side of the house where the driveway ran beside the house. But as she turned the corner she saw a strange looking black sedan parked where Mr. Emerson’s car should have been. But that surprise was small compared to the next one.
From behind her an arm suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her backwards, as a hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her mouth. She started to struggle and tried to scream, but only managed a muffled grunt and a lungful of noxious fumes. Her head started to spin as she tried to break free from the tight grip, but whoever held her was strong enough to lift her off her feet as she kicked and struggled. It took only a few seconds before the chloroform did its job and she was hanging limply in the strange man’s arms.
The back doors of the sedan opened and Mr. Emerson and his dinner guest emerged, walking up to the man holding the unconscious Sasha. The large man holding Sasha took the cloth from her mouth and scooped her up into his arms, holding her limp body lying across his two burly arms.
Mr. Emerson then said, “This one is a spitfire, but I am sure you can tame her Master Ogawa.”
“They are all spitfires until they are broken; this one will be no different. Is she pure?” Master Ogawa then asked.
“Yes, we never allowed her to date boys and we kept a close eye on her. No man has used her yet.”
“Once my doctor verifies it we will send you the requisite bonus money. Here is your first payment,” said Mr. Ogawa as he handed a yellow envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills to Mr. Emerson. “As usual, you will also get two percent of her sale price, and if she is what you say, we will sell her sooner rather than later. Should I expect you to attend the auction?”
“Just let me know when and I will be there, you know I love to see my girls start their new lives.”
“Very good, and when will the next one be ready?”
“Charlene will be eighteen in six months; Kelly still has a little over a year to go. But we will be acquiring another girl next week, she is nearly seventeen already, so we will have several ready for you in the next year.”
“Excellent, the demand seems to grow every day. Thanks to people like you and your wife we keep the rich and pampered well-supplied.”
“Thank you Master Ogawa, it is our pleasure,” Mr. Emerson replied, thumbing through the wad of cash he had just been handed.
“I will be in touch. Yabu, put the girl in the boot,” Master Ogawa said, as he walked back to the car.
Yabu, Master Ogawa’s muscle man, took the motionless girl and after opening the trunk of the car laid her inside it. He rolled her onto her belly and locked her wrists together behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs. He attached another pair of cuffs to her ankles and used a short chain to connect her wrists to her ankles, locking her into a simple hogtie. Finally he used a piece of duct tape to seal her lips on the off chance she might wake up before they reached their destination. He closed the lid of the trunk and got behind the wheel of the car, pulling it out of the driveway and taking Sasha away from her home of the last five years.
The drive took nearly an hour and they arrived uneventfully at a private marina. Yabu pulled the sedan up to the ramp of a large yacht moored there and waiting for them. Only a few dim lights from the yacht illuminated the area and after opening the car door for his Master, Yabu collected his cargo from the trunk and followed Master Ogawa onto his yacht. Yabu did not bother to release Sasha from her hogtie, easily scooping up the svelte teen and carrying her with ease.
Once on board, Master Ogawa went to the bridge, while Yabu carried Sasha down to the ‘cargo’ hold, a large room beneath the waterline. When he entered the room he saw the three other captives they had collected on this trip curled up on the floor sleeping. They were all chained exactly like Sasha, except they had metal collars around their throats that were chained to the walls.
Yabu laid Sasha on the floor a few feet from one of the slumbering girls and proceeded to collar her like the others. Once he was done he removed the tape from her mouth and he left the group alone, knowing they would all wake up to a nightmare none of them could imagine. He looked forward to the next two days and the slow trip to Master’s home because he thoroughly enjoyed watching the new recruits face the gravity of their predicaments. Yabu went topside to find his Master sitting on the back deck, watching the land recede as the yacht headed out to sea. He was sitting on a deck chair with Mariko, his favorite slave, sucking his cock while kneeling between his legs.
Yabu came up and stood just behind his Master and said, “The cargo is secure Master, is there anything else you require?”
“No Yabu, I have Kiko waiting in your quarters, she is yours for the night. Do get some sleep though, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Yabu replied, “Yes Master,” then bowed and left his Master to enjoy his slave. He went to his cabin to find the petite Kiko waiting for him, naked and kneeling at the foot of his bed. He was eager to snake his massive cock into her tiny little bumhole. Yabu always enjoyed using Kiko; her tiny and fit little body was so small compared to his massive frame. Yet no matter how hard he abused her, the little slave always reveled in his cruelty.

***

It was nearly dawn when Sasha started to come to, slowing inching back to consciousness as the drug wore off. At first she thought she was having a bad dream, but as the fog in her mind lifted, she realized she was severely restrained. She started to struggle, exploring the extent of her restrictions, even as a potent fear started to rise in her belly, making her feel queasy.
Then a voice, lilting but seeming sad, said, “It’s no use, you won’t be able to get free.”
The room was nearly pitch black and Sasha turned her head toward the voice, barely able to make out the outline of the body lying near her. She said, “Who are you and where are we?”
“My name is Mindy, and I have no idea where we are.”
“Neither do I,” came another voice, a little farther away, “My name is Brenda, and I think we have been kidnapped.”
“Brilliant deduction Brenda,” came from another voice, near Brenda’s. Then she said, “I’m Ally and we are all definitely in a bad place, does anyone remember how you got here?”
Sasha spoke up and said, “I remember leaving my foster home for the bus station, then everything just went black.”
The three other girls remembered similar situations, and they all soon discovered they had all just turned eighteen. Sasha could feel panic starting to well up inside her, as the girls she was imprisoned with all spoke about their lives. Since all of them had been living in foster homes, it only added to the feeling they were all in a very precarious condition.
Finally, once they had revealed the similarities in their situations, Ally said, “I have a feeling we are all in deep trouble, has anyone heard of the sex slave trade?”
Sasha remembered seeing a show on TV about how girls were routinely kidnapped and forced into prostitution, and she feared that Ally was right about their position. Brenda and Mindy started crying, and Sasha could feel the urge to join them, but instead she tried to contain those feelings. So she responded to Ally by saying, “I think you are right Ally, since none of us has a real family, it looks like we are here for some other reason and what you suggested might just be true.”
Suddenly the door clanged open and Yabu entered the room, as a bright light came on mounted to the ceiling. Sasha looked at her fellow captives and saw they were all attractive, much like her. Brenda was a brunette, and Mindy had auburn hair, while Ally’s tresses were light blonde. They were all dressed in jeans and sneakers like she was, and all of them were chained up exactly the same way.
“You girls stay quiet or Yabu will beat you!” the large man barked.
Apparently his warning was enough, as none of the girls made a sound as he stepped into the room. He walked over to Mindy and released her neck chain from the wall, but left it attached to the collar around her throat. He unclasped the chain holding her wrists to her ankles and helped her to her feet. The chain between her ankle cuffs was about a foot long and Yabu urged her forward, making her shuffle forward as he took her from the room. The door slammed closed and the lights went out, leaving the other three alone in the darkness.
Once they were alone again Ally said, “I guess we will find out why we are here soon enough.”
It seemed like a long time before Yabu returned, none of the girls talking much while they waited. This time he collected Brenda, leaving Ally and Sasha alone. The next time he took Ally away, leaving Sasha to wait and wonder alone in dark silence, her fear reaching its peak with each passing minute. She wondered what was happening to the others, knowing that she would find out when Yabu returned and took her away too.
When Yabu arrived to collect Sasha she was nearly frozen by the all-consuming fear she felt. But she meekly followed Yabu as he used the chain attached to her collar like a leash, leading her out of the room. Walking up the stairs with the short chain hobbling her ankles was a challenge, but she managed. Once up on the next deck Yabu led her into a large room where the dinner guest from the last dinner at the Emerson’s was waiting for her.
Master Ogawa was sitting in a large chair facing them as they entered. Yabu, now behind her and holding onto Sasha’s shoulders, guided her forward until she was standing just a few feet in front of him. Once she saw him she knew the Emerson’s had arranged this, the people that had taken care of her for years had sold her into slavery. She was mortified as she stood there facing the man who had scrutinized her last night and now she knew why he made her feel so uncomfortable.
He said, “Hello again Sasha, I am pleased you could join us,” as if she had any choice. “In a moment I will have Yabu release your shackles, but only if you promise to cooperate. Perhaps you should look out of the windows before you make your choice,” he said, now gesturing to the windows on both sides of him.
Sasha looked left and then right, seeing they were on a boat, with nothing but empty seas to either side. The young girl knew she was at his mercy now, with no visible avenue of escape, unless she wanted to drown in the expansive waters that surrounded them. She then looked back at him and said, “I will co-operate sir.”
“Mr. Emerson did a fine job teaching you manners young lady, but from here on in you will call me Master. You will address my man Yabu as Sir, and any woman that you may encounter as Madam, is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, feeling very small and intimidated by the strange man staring at her.
“Yabu, release her bindings,” he said, and he watched as Yabu took off her wrist and ankle cuffs.
When she was freed of the shackles, Master Ogawa said, “Remove your shoes and socks, girl.”
Scared out of her wits Sasha obeyed, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her socks off. He then ordered her to remove her top and jeans, which she did, now standing before him in just her bra and panties, yet feeling very naked and vulnerable. When he commanded her to remove her bra, she hesitated a moment, only to feel a cane crash against her buttocks, making her lurch and scream.


Reviews

Have to agree with Editor Dee`s comments in the newsletter. This is Peter King`s best story to date, a really good slave training one that I just had to read all in one go. Spell-binding stuff Mr King - more please! 5 out of 5 (Hardman)

Beginning too slow but the plot was an interesting one. Liked the ending but again slow beginning and rushed ending. The piercing scene needed more development & specifics and some lower body piercings would have been nice too. 4 out of 5 (clanlover)

not good ehough 1 out of 5

Almost believable as a true story. A really good read 5 out of 5 (Jimbo1942)

sorry, but for me this is just `going through the motions´ "Same procedure as last year?" "Same procedure as every year." 2 out of 5 (wabi)

The process of her movement from civilian to slave is nicely described. Pretty good story, well written 4 out of 5

a tough start for a young lady that has a bad start in life but she winds up ok 4 out of 5

Author Information

A specialist in the art form of training slaves, Peter King is a great new author we welcomed to A1AdultEbooks in 2008.

After 25 years of living and playing with some lovely submissive women I started writing about the dynamic of the M/s relationship. My books are about the the numerous ways a woman can be dominated and trained by a determined man, and whether consensual or not, they are all about how she can be transformed by the experience. Many of my characters are mirrors of the women I have interacted with over the years in the lifestyle.

 

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