THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 6
Gus was an American, but he knew his current area of residence, a tiny province of central Africa, as well as he knew his native Chicago.
He used to work for the local government, mostly as a procurer and a dirty tricks expert, as well as some dabbling in the local underground slave trade. After the coup, he became a wanted criminal and a full-time slave trader.
His partner, Mbuto, was born and bred in the country and knew the terrain like the back of his hand. It was his expertise, working with Gus, that resulted in the string of supply caches and holding areas that they used in running slaves.
Now, they had an order to fill. Gus had been contacted by his old friends, agents for Mr. Morgan. Gus did not know where his new captures were taken, only that he was paid handsomely, in cash. And so they stalked their prey.
Nubia never left her village. She rarely needed to. Twenty years old, she was physically beautiful. Gentle and graceful, she might have been a top-paid model had she been American. Mbuto had first spotted her in the village. Gus did some checking and found out that her mother died in childbirth, her father was killed by a large animal in a hunting accident and she lived with cousins. The men stalked the village, waiting for a time when they could sneak in and steal her.
Surprisingly, she walked out of the village on her own, almost into the hands of her stalkers. Gus and Mbuto had to move aside, allowing her to pass. Although sunset was near, they would not seize her in daylight so close to the village.
They followed her. She walked perhaps a mile to a waterfall where she quickly shed her dress and bathed.
They watched her intently, appraising her nude body as she swam and later as she bathed in the waterfall itself. She was indeed beautiful. An athletic body, pure skin, deep mysterious eyes. On the open market she would bring a high price.
Minutes later, when she left the water looking for her dress, she was shocked to find it missing. Searching further into the surrounding trees, she found the standing, smiling figure of Mbuto.
Shocked, she quickly covered her breasts with her hands, spun around and ran right into Gus' waiting arms.
Gus held her, one hand over her mouth to silence her, while Mbuto shackled her ankles; then her wrists were ironed behind her back. With the addition of a cloth gag she was silenced. Finally, a steel collar with two attached lead ropes was locked on and their cargo was ready to be moved.
Not twenty paces away Nubia panicked. Oblivious to danger, she tried to bolt from the path. The lead ropes quickly and cruelly pulled her to the ground, flat on her back.
Gus placed his foot across her throat to hold her down, then showed her his quirt. As she looked up at him in pain and terror, he struck her. Once across her now unprotected breasts, once on her abdomen and once high on her thighs and Gus confirmed the effectiveness of his crude gag.
She was allowed to rise. Now, with three welts visible across her previously untouched body, she no longer attempted to run.
The sun set. They reached the holding area where they would be spending the night. Nubia's wrists were unshackled briefly, she was forced onto her back and her wrist irons were reattached over her head around a small tree.
While Gus laid out the sleeping bags and checked supplies, Mbuto checked out Nubia. She was the type of woman who attracted him and one which he would someday enjoy taking for his own. She was tall, with dark but creamy complexion, slender, with perfect breasts and the type of athletic legs one would find on a great dancer or a great lover.
Mbuto drew closer as Nubia, repelled by his approach, cringed. Gus, returning from scouting the area, was amused.
Mbuto caressed her gently, moving slowly from her ankle upward toward her inner thigh. Nubia, petrified with fear, kicked out at him, striking his knee, then drew her legs up into a ball, or at least did what she could with her wrists still shackled to the tree. Gus laughed openly.
Now Mbuto was angry. "My touch is not good enough for you, lady? What will you do when the dogs across the ocean line up to take you two and three at a time?!"
Nubia shook in fear. She was not sure how badly she would be treated. Now, Mbuto's threats carried the possibilities much further than she feared.
Mbuto walked out of sight briefly, returning moments later with two long stakes and a mallet. He pounded the stakes into the ground some eight feet away from the tree and perhaps six feet apart.
From a back pocket he withdrew some coarse, sisal rope. "Now, bitch, you get your first lesson in opening your legs!" Ignoring her protests, Mbuto quickly bound Nubia's ankles to the stakes, spread widely. He pulled her body hard away from the tree as he did so, causing her wrist irons to pull painfully at her flesh. When he was finished, she could move nothing but her head. She moaned in pain and humiliation as the two men leered at her fully open and exposed cunt.
Mbuto stood between her spread legs and removed his pants. "The first of many, slave!", was his only comment. Staring constantly into her eyes, he placed his hand on her pussy. Nubia stiffened, pulling futilely at her restraints, but only succeeded in emphasizing the lines of muscle development in her naked body. He penetrated her once, brutally, with two fingers, bringing forth a loud scream, but quickly withdrew and started stroking her clitoris. Soon, to her humiliation, Nubia approached an orgasm. As she came closer and closer to the edge, Gus moved toward her upper body, concealing something in his hand.
Finally, Nubia went into full orgasm. She screamed loudly as she did so, with her mouth wide open.
Into her mouth, Gus inserted his concealed object. It was a ring-gag. Simply a brass ring not quite two inches across with leather straps on each side which buckled around her head. Her mouth was effectively empty but forced to remain wide open.
Gus straddled her upper body. Having removed his own pants, he dropped his already erect cock between her breasts and began stroking himself between them. He took hold of one breast in each hand and squeezed them tightly together to enhance his pleasure at her expense.
Mbuto, in the meantime, continued to stroke Nubia's now wet cunt with his hands. He watched carefully, waiting for his moment.
Without warning, Gus moved up higher on Nubia's bound body, sitting directly on her unprotected tits. He took a painful grip on her hair and pulled her mouth down on his cock.
At the same instant, Mbuto plunged his cock into her pussy.
She bucked madly, desperately trying to break free of her bonds. She attempted to scream around the hard man-flesh that drove into her mouth. Her hips gyrated to the limits of her mobility, trying to dislodge the second cock invading her from below. She only succeeded in increasing the pleasure the two men took from her body. In fact, when she broke down crying, finally resolved to her inevitable rape, and stopped her resistance, Gus reached back with one hand and began squeezing her tits painfully to renew her struggles.
They finished soon. Both men had their orgasms, filling Nubia's body with come. When they were done, they replaced their pants and prepared to sleep. Nubia cried, swallowing what she could of the come in her mouth and feeling the rest dry on her face and drip from her wide-opened pussy.
Before bedding down, Gus approached Nubia, almost as an afterthought. He held a wide, heavy leather strap in his hands, some three feet long. Nubia stared at it in horror, anticipating the pain it could cause to her helplessly exposed body.
The message Gus had for her was simple, if brutal. "Your body no longer belongs to you. It is ours. When you resist anyone who wishes to use it you will be punished." He then swung the strap once, with all his strength. The tip of the strap landed just below her ribcage, while the bottom of the stroke hit her cunt, painfully striking her exposed clitoris. The large, vertical welt began to rise immediately. "Tonight, you received just the one lash. Next time, you'll receive more, bound as you are now or worse, and in addition you'll have honey spread on your tits and cunt to attract the insects."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rubber phallus. Nubia stared at it in horror--it closely resembled the organ Gus had forced into her mouth. He came to her face and, indeed, forced it right through the ring still holding her mouth open, right to the back of her throat. He attached it somehow and she could not dislodge it.
As her captors slept, Nubia remained bound, sobbing quietly in her pain and humiliation. She spent the entire night staked out naked to the jungle, exposed and vulnerable. On those few occasions when she did doze off, the insects kept waking her, attracted by her sweat and feeding on her blood.
The rubber phallus remained in her mouth as well. It was a constant reminder of Gus' cock which had forced its way down her throat earlier. It also drew her attention to the taste of his come which remained in her mouth for hours. She could not close her mouth. She could not even bite down on the cock-gag because of the ring forcing her jaws open.
From time to time, her tongue would caress the rubber cock, unconsciously. When she did, the humiliation of her act flooded through her in waves.
Her legs remained spread painfully wide, furthering her humiliation. Yet, the jungle was dark and her tormentors slept. Why, then, would this matter to her if no one watched?
By morning, she was broken. They both used her again before releasing her bonds and she did not resist.
At mid-day she was forced to service them with only her mouth. The ring-gag was used and the quirt remained at hand. She submitted without struggle, her tears her only protest.
They continued marching, covering many miles. Nubia's body, kept naked throughout, with her wrists still shackled behind her, was much abused by both the men and the jungle itself.
As the sky darkened they made camp again. Nubia was kept standing, her wrists locked around a large branch overhead. The fire was started directly in front of her, so close it threatened to roast her as she hung. The firelight also illuminated her body in an exotic way, arousing both men.
Gus wanted her ass. He released her from the branch, reattaching her wrists behind her. He forced her to her knees, then bent her over until her upper body was on the ground and her ass poked high into the air, invitingly.
Nubia submitted, resigned to the inevitable, until Gus poked the head of his cock at her rear opening. Suddenly, realizing what he intended, she panicked, struggling wildly. At one point, she inflicted a painful kick on Gus' shin.
The stakes were brought out again, four of them this time. She was bent over a fallen tree and her wrists and ankles were spread wide and bound tightly with rope. When they finished, she was fully exposed, her ass and cunt wide open and warmed by the fire. Her tits hung down obscenely beneath her.
Gus approached again, this time with a heavy leather belt. Without a word, he swung hard, lashing her with the belt against both her tightly stretched ass-cheeks. Again with the backhand, he continued swinging, as Nubia screamed into the empty night. A full dozen strokes, punishing strokes, landed before he stopped.
Nubia cried helplessly in pain, thinking the strap ended her punishment. But no; Gus returned with the quirt.
He swung the quirt down vertically, whipping her directly on her ass-crack. Nubia's scream now was blood-curdling. Gus' backhand now drew the whip up viciously, right into her cunt. Before another dozen strokes were finished, she passed out.
Water was brought forth and poured over her head, reviving the bound Nubia. She would not be allowed to sleep through her punishment and use.
The quirt was again played through her crotch for the final strokes. Nubia's screams were renewed and she did not pass out again.
The punishment over, Nubia was left crying openly. Gus, however, was highly aroused. Again, he presented his rampant cock to her now-punished ass. This time, she was helpless to protest. He drove into her ass mercilessly, bringing forth renewed screams.
Mbuto, watching the scene unfold, was aroused himself. Wordlessly, he walked towards the opposite end of the bound captive and exchanged knowing smiles with Gus. Suddenly, he grabbed Nubia's hair, dragging her head back painfully, causing her mouth to open involuntarily with her screams. He drove his cock down her throat. Maintaining his grip in her hair, he continued pumping her mouth while Gus worked her asshole. It took only a few minutes for both of them to dump their loads into her bound body.
Mbuto then looked into Nubia's eyes and threatened, "Swallow it, bitch! You've got more punishment coming as it is; don't make it even worse!"
Crying, humiliated beyond reason, she swallowed, at the same time Gus withdrew from her ass.
Now, Gus appeared at her face, his newly-soiled cock inches from her mouth. "Clean me off!"
Nubia grimaced, sobbed, actually uttered "Please, no more!"
Gus looked over at Mbuto and said, "The bitch just doesn't get it. Bring over that jar of honey."
As Nubia tried to recall what they had said about honey, Gus interrupted her by hauling up on her hair as Mbuto had done earlier and forced his shit-stained cock into her mouth. Defeated, she stopped struggling and allowed him to use her.
"Not good enough, cunt. Lick it and suck it until its clean!" She obeyed, fully aware of the source of what she tasted. She wanted to die, but realized even that choice was also denied her.
Mbuto arrived with the honey and watched Nubia as she finished the cleaning of Gus' cock. The agenda then moved forward as Gus took the honey and, with a small brush, began painting it onto Nubia's crotch. He covered her from her pubic patch through her cunt-slit, all the way back to her ass. He then passed the jar forward to Mbuto. "Get her tits, will you?" Mbuto covered her nipples and aureoles with the honey and went beyond perhaps two inches on all sides of her breasts.
As the first of thousands of mosquitoes landed, Nubia remembered. The insects! They would feed on her all night, perhaps until she bled! "Oh God, no-o-o-o...!"
"Mbuto, get her armpits, too. She's gonna be a stubborn one..."
About two hours later, Nubia's screams still had not stopped. Her pubes, tits and armpits all bristled with a carpet of insects of every imaginable variety while a steady stream of crawlers advanced up her arms and legs to join the feast. Gus, annoyed at the noise, applied the ring-gag and rubber phallus to partially silence her mouth. Nubia's torture continued all night.
By sunrise, the honey had been consumed. The insects which remained were all blood-drinkers: mosquitoes, ticks and the like. Nubia's screams had exhausted her; she just moaned quietly around her cock-gag, silently praying that her bound limbs would be getting enough blood.
Mbuto appeared with a bucket of salt water and some rags. Together, he and Gus washed the remaining bugs from her body. The salt would help, acting to relieve some of the swollen bites.
As she remained bound over the log, Gus gave her an option: "Cunt--Mbuto and I would both like to fuck your ass this morning. You will ask us nicely to do so and also offer to clean both our cocks, before and after. If you do not agree, you will be punished again today even more severely. Decide!"
Nubia was mortified at the prospects of what she had to do. But she was still suffering from the insect bites and she had already been stretched out over the log for about twelve hours, most of it while being tortured.
She begged each of them in turn to place their cocks in her mouth to be cleaned and lubricated by her lips and tongue, to then fuck her in the ass as they wished and finally to return their soiled cocks to her mouth once more to be cleaned again.
An hour later, Gus and Mbuto were pleased to release Nubia from her restraints, chain her wrists behind her and resume their march.
Several hours later, they reached a deserted stretch of beach. After bathing in the ocean to remove the sweat of the jungle and eating a substantial meal, they settled in to wait for the boat.
Mbuto looked at Nubia kneeling on the beach, still in fear of her future. "Gus, how about a bit of enjoyment, one last time before she's sold?"
"Anything particular in mind?"
"How about burying her, like the one from last spring?" .
A quick exchange of smiles confirmed their decision and caused Nubia to renew her fears.
"Please Masters, don't kill me!"
The two men laughed at her plea, produced a shovel and brought Nubia to their selected point on the sand. Her wrist shackles were temporarily removed and the shovel placed in her hands.
"Dig!" Gus was insistent. The revolver tucked in his belt silently warned her not to get any ideas.
She dug a hole as the two men watched her labors from under some nearby trees. When the hole was about three feet deep, they returned to her, took back the shovel and reshackled her wrists behind her. On an impulse, Mbuto produced a leather strap and used it to draw her elbows tightly together behind her. Not to be outdone, Gus took some rough, sisal rope and, after cinching it tightly around her waist, brought a single strand down and through her crotch, pulling it firmly to make sure it deeply penetrated her already pained cunt-slit. Nubia was then made to kneel in the hole.
The sand was pushed back in around her and the two men packed it firmly, burying her immovably to a point half-way up her chest. When they finished, her breasts rested upon the sand in front of her.
The ring-gag was brought out and replaced in her mouth. Now, Nubia saw what was coming and she began to cry, gently.
Mbuto took her mouth first. His cock already erect, he knelt in front of her and simply drove in through the ring. Taking her hair in both hands, he pumped her mouth brutally over his cock, driving into her throat at will. In response, Nubia simply sobbed and, unable to resist, accepted the violation. Mbuto came quickly, and Gus followed.
While she sucked Gus' cock, a small boat came ashore. Four men came up the beach from the boat and began talking with Mbuto as the group watched the performance.
Gus finished quickly and left Nubia to join the others in their discussion. She was humiliated before the men, helpless under their gaze as she felt the steady dripping of come down the sides of her face, her mouth still forced open by the ring-gag.
Before long, they came to her. The rubber phallus was forced back into her mouth. She was dug out of her hole then quickly hung by her wrists from a nearby tree.
Now, the men openly appraised her. Hands roamed her body, feeling her breasts, penetrating her ass and cunt. Her legs were held wide apart by two of them while a third fucked her cunt. She screamed and protested as the second and third men from the boat followed suit. When the fourth, their leader, rammed his cock into her ass, even before the third man left her cunt, her screams became continuous.
Eventually she was left hanging, sobbing and dripping come as the men haggled her price. Her toes searched, unsuccessfully, for the sand inches beneath them. During the haggling, the leader of the men from the boat came to her again, this time holding a whip. For no reason she could determine, he lashed her with the whip some dozen times all over her body. He observed her reactions, then returned to the group.
Some time later, the leader handed Gus a large wad of money. Laughter and congratulations ensued, followed by the opening of a bottle of wine. For half an hour or more, they sat and celebrated as Nubia hung, naked and suffering.
Finally, Gus and Mbuto came to her. They removed her metal collar, molested her briefly, delivered one stinging slap each with their hands on her ass, then left, disappearing quickly into the jungle.
The men from the boat cut her down. They fitted her with their own metal collar, handcuffed her wrists behind her back and shackled her ankles. She was carried bodily into the small boat and brought to the freighter anchored offshore.
Once onboard the freighter, she was brought below decks into the crew's lounge area. The lounge held a bar, couches, a TV and VCR (of which she had no knowledge) and a wall sporting a great number of eyebolts.
Using a fair quantity of chain, she was attached to the eyebolts, hand and foot. There was plenty of slack--she could sit, stand, kneel or lie down as she wished. That also made it much easier for the men, some twenty of them, who would come in regularly to use her body, sometimes several at once.
A doctor saw her. He examined her, taking blood samples, listening to her heart and looking and feeling deep inside her lower openings. She was pronounced healthy but in need of regular exercise. Daily, the doctor came in and led her through an exercise routine. As she remained chained, she did knee-bends, sit-ups, running in place and other exercises with the doctor himself using a small whip on her when she slowed.
She was fed regularly with rich foods. Plenty of fruits, vegetables and good meat. Several times a day she was allowed to use a pot.
For the duration of the two-week voyage, she was used by the entire crew, at least eight to ten of them every day. Now, she understood what she would do when "The dogs across the ocean" lined up to take her two and three at a time. She would either submit or be whipped.
By the time they docked at the Casino, Nubia was fully broken in.
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