Indentured (2 page)

The morning of my birthday, however, I woke up wi
th a shock.

Literally.

Frank tossed a five-gallon bucket filled with ice water over me. I was strapped over the back of a sturdy high-backed chair in the fenced-in backyard behind the frat house. “Wake up, slave.”

I shivered, and I shuddered, and then I realized what he’d called me.
Slave
. I had a damn name, and I wasn’t anyone’s slave even if I let them tie me up and do what they would all the time. That was my choice, damn it. I blinked my eyes as though that could clear the cobwebs from my head and tried to say, “Fuck you,” (whether that was an invitation or a curse, I didn’t particularly care) but the duct tape over my mouth prevented anything but a muffled “Mmm.”

Before I could sort out what was going on, my bonds were being released and strong hands were rubbing all over my body in the same hard scrubbing motion they usually used when they cleaned me in the shower. Sure enough, I smelled soap, and more hands ad
ded to the mix to wash my hair.

Another bucket of ice water fell over me, rinsing all the soap away and leaving my teeth chattering from the cold. Some soap went into my eyes, and they stung so badly I couldn’t keep them open. Not that I needed to see to know what would come next. The tip of the douche tube was inserted and bone-chillingly cold fluid washed up inside my sex. Then they lay me on my stomach and performed an enema. When they’d finished all of that, a third bucket of ice water was dumped over me.

Finally, enough of the soap had left my eyes and I looked up at Frank, standing several feet away from me. Two of the other Alphas held me by the arms, not allowing me to move even an inch in any direction. Three more stood next to Frank, staring at my cold, clean, nude form. All six men had huge erections tenting their pants, and I couldn’t help but think about the feel of them inside me. If they were going to fuck me now, that would sure as hell warm me up.

But
Frank pulled a piece of paper out from a folder and held it up, as though I could read it from the distance between us. “Recognize this?” he asked in a mocking voice.

I didn’t understand why he would be speaking to me like that. I mean, I’d been doing what he wanted, hadn’t I? I’d had plenty of orgasms over the last few days, but so had all of them. And it wasn’t like I could have done anything any differently. I’d been tied up
however they wanted me the whole damn time.

“No?” Frank said a moment later. “It’s the contract you signed when you joined Omega Psi. And right here—” he pointed to a line about two-thirds of the way down the page— “it says that if you don’t maintain a 3.5 GPA during your entire college career
and get at least a 3.0 in each semester, you will owe Alpha Sigma Gamma two hundred fifty thousand dollars, payable immediately upon your twenty-second birthday. That’s today, isn’t it?”

I nodded, and my heart sunk. Before last year, I was maintaining about a 3.3 or 3.4 GPA. With flunking every class
last spring, though? There was no way it was above a 3.0 anymore, and that would have been a big, fat 0.0. But seriously. Two hundred fifty thousand dollars? Where on earth was I going to come up with that sort of money? Besides, it couldn’t possibly be a legal, binding contract. They couldn’t enforce it.

“It goes on to say,” he continued, “that if you can’t provide us with that amount as required, you will immediately be taken to an auction, where Alpha Sigma Gamma alumni can bid on your indentured servitude for a period of five years.”

My jaw dropped. Well, it would have dropped if the duct tape wasn’t preventing that from happening. They’d lost their minds. An indentured servant? Whether they could enforce the monetary part of that contract or not, I was sure that indentured servitude was absolutely, unequivocally illegal. Not gonna happen.

Frank slipped the contract back into the folder. “So, will you be paying us?” He waited a moment, staring at me, but all I could do was blink about the absurdity of it all. “I didn’t think so. Get her ready, boys.”

I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening. But before I could react in any other way, the guys holding my arms tightened their grips and pulled my arms further behind my back. I squirmed, kicking out my legs, but the other guys standing with Frank moved forward to help.

In no time, my arms were bound together behind my back, with ropes tightly against both my wrists and my elbows. More ropes were keeping my legs together, wrapped around me from the thighs all the way down to the ankles. A blindfold came over my eyes, ear plugs blocked my ability to hear, and all I could do was f
eel.

They bent me over at the waist and forced two huge dildos inside me, one in my ass and another in my pussy. More rope came around my waist to form a belt, and then
drew up through my slit and ass crack to force the dildos up higher, holding them snugly in place. They stood me up again, and something came over each breast—something round and plastic and hard. Now, mind you, I’ve got big, natural breasts, 34 DDs, and these things pretty much completely surrounded them.

Then I felt
like my tits were being sucked off into outer space. I screamed into the tape, but that sucking pressure kept intensifying. My boobs were swollen and tight and painful, and felt like they had to have grown to at least a J or a K by the time the suctioning stopped. But they didn’t release my breasts. They just left those suction cups on me, and one of the guys picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

A minute later, I was tossed down onto something softish, kind of like a mattress. The next thing I knew, that mattress-like thing was moving. I was in a car.

Holy hell, they weren’t kidding about any of this. They were taking me to an auction. And since I was tied up and whatnot, I couldn’t exactly do anything about it at the moment. How on earth was I going to get out of this one?

My sense of time was all out of whack. I could have been in that car for only an hour or so, but it felt
quite a bit longer than that. Two hours? Three? Five? Who knew? But when the car finally stopped, someone lifted me out and carried me over his shoulder again.

After carrying me for a couple of minutes, I felt the cool breeze of an air conditioner blowing on me, so I knew I was inside. He put me down none-too-gently where I was sitting on a cold metal chair.

Then…nothing. No one was touching me. I was still blindfolded and had the plugs in my ears, so I couldn’t tell what was going on around me. I was just sitting on that cold metal chair with cold air blowing on me, wearing nothing but a bunch of rope.

I was probably sitting there for at least half an hour, maybe more, shivering the whole time when I suddenly felt some warmth creeping over me. My blindfold was ripped off, and I
squinted into what felt like a hundred spotlights shining on me. I couldn’t make out anything but those lights, not even the man standing before me who’d removed the cover from my eyes.

I felt his fingers at my ears, and then the plugs were gone. I heard voices. Lots of voices. All of them male. A booming baritone came over a loudspeaker, then. “Everyone settle down, and we’ll get started.”

The din quieted, chairs shifted against a wooden floor, and then there were only the random sounds of a throat clearing or a stack of papers shuffling.

“We have only one slave up for auction today,” the man on the loudspeaker said a moment later. “It will be known as Slave 4653. At present, Slave 4653
is holding a ten-inch long, two-and-a-half-inch wide dildo in its cunt and an eight-inch long, two-inch wide dildo in its ass. This slave has unenhanced breasts that fill a 34 DD bra. We are informed that Slave 4653 is well trained in accommodating cocks in each orifice. Additionally, this slave has experience in having all three orifices filled simultaneously. Slave 4653 is a natural masochist and often experiences orgasm with pain being administered. It is accustomed to spending much of its time bound.”

It. Slave. Just a number.
With each item the man listed, I felt less human. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t know what that would accomplish. Besides, it was all true. It wasn’t like he was making any of it up. I shuddered at the realization of what a slut I’d become.

But it was the realization that I’d be used as a sex slave during my indentured servitude that threatened to rob me of my breath.

“Does this slave deep throat?” another male voice called out from the crowd.

Holy crap. No, I hadn’t ever deep throated anyone. Ty had tried to get me to a few times, but I’d always gagged and he’d stopped. Same with some of the guys in Colorado.

“Ah…” The announcer took a moment shuffling through a stack of papers. “Unknown,” he finally said. “Would you care to test its skill in that field, Jameson?”

The man in the crowd didn’t verbally respond, but I heard chairs shifting and feet moving against the hardwood floor. A moment later, I felt him standing before me, even though I still couldn’t see him because of all the spotlights shining down on me. In a single motion, he ripped the duct tape free from my mouth and I let out a scream. The sound was cut short, because a very large, very hard cock pressed into my open mouth.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me off the chair, lowering me to my knees before him and angling my head back. A salty, musky tasting liquid coated his bulbous head, not unpleasant though rather strong, and spread over the top of my tongue. In a single thrust, he forced my teeth apart far enough to nearly reach my gag reflex. With his other hand, he gripped the side of my head with his thumb resting on my jaw. Then he drew his hips back briefly before thrusting in hard.

With both hands, he pulled against my head, forcing his cock past my gag reflex and partially down my throat, despite my cries and the hot tears spilling down my cheeks. He held me there, his thick cock swelling and pulsing against my throat, for so long I felt my lungs constrict from lack of air.
When he released me momentarily, I sucked in a gulp of air and fought back the bile rising in my throat, just barely in time before he pressed in again. Each time he entered my throat, he moved deeper down its length and held me without access to oxygen for longer stretches.

While I could not stop myself from crying, I did gradually adjust to his invasion. Each time my lungs would feel close to exploding, I neared a state of panic, however. I was certain he would not free me in time, and I was desperate to have my arms and hands freed so I could push back from him. That was not to happen, however.

Eventually, his full length had gone inside me, and he held my nose to his body, his sac thwacking against my chin as he picked up a fucking rhythm deep in my throat. His balls tightened at long last, and his cock somehow lengthened even further just before his hot, sticky semen spurted into my throat.

When he released me, his softening cock had barely popped free from my abused mouth before he slapped me across the cheek.
I let out a shout, and something else was shoved between my teeth, a gag of some sort, and its strap was fastened behind my head. Then I was dragged up from my knees and replaced on the cold metal chair.

“Slave 4653 deep throats, though is a novice,” the announcer voice said in his sedate tone. “Do we have any other questions at this time?”

A few murmurs rumbled through the crowd, but no one spoke up.

“We will remove the suction cups from the slave’s breasts and provide a demonstration of its masochistic nature, then.”

I felt, rather than saw, two men move before me. Each fiddled with one of the suction cups, and then they were gone. I moaned loudly into my gag, as my breasts were on fire. They felt hot, heavy, swollen, and insanely painful. I wanted to put my hands on them, to hold them while the blood redistributed itself and settled back into place, to ease the pain in whatever small way I could, but my arms were still bound securely behind my back.

A hand took me by the neck from behind, pulling back so I was forced to lean awkwardly against the back of the chair. A metal ring came around my neck, attaching me to the back of the chair, so I remained at that crazy angle with my ass barely hanging onto the edge of the
seat. With my legs bound as they were, and my arms, there was no way to steady myself. If I started to slip, I’d be putting all my weight on this ring around my neck. There were still so many spotlights I couldn’t see what was happening.

But I felt it. Something hot, stingingly hot, fell down onto my right breast. I screamed into my gag, and then the same happened to my left breast. Then it began to rain down over my chest at random.
After the initial searing shock, it would cool and solidify. Wax. Hot wax. Good lord.