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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This is a different take on the BBC genie; instead of the typical guy becoming a cuckold, most of these types of stories fall prey to. In regard to a comment received, BBC stories are racist by their very nature; if you're offended by racist topics or themes, this is not the story for you.
Sharing Gina Chapter 13
The Rescue
It was noon before her Master opened her cage and allowed her out, along with the other slaves. She had a rough night last night; her Master and friends must have missed her over the weekend and made up for it last night, filling her every hole with their cum, and it was late by the time he allowed her to crawl into her cage, exhausted, covered with their cum.
The four of them exited the back door of the house to a small fenced-in yard. The chain link fence was six feet tall and topped with barbed wire. There were little piles of shit along the edges of the wall, where they each relieved themselves every morning. In the summer, it biodegraded pretty quickly, but in the winter, the piles tended to build up. She picked one of the smaller piles and squatted over it. She had a more significant, healthier shit that morning due to the better meals she enjoyed at Master Marty's place. The other three women noticed, probably jealous, their meals were not as generous; they all tended to be hungry all of the time. They were all cold by the time they finished, and not being allowed to wear clothing made going outside unpleasant in the winter.
After they all finished their business, they reentered the house. As they entered the house, they passed a video camera near the door. It watched them, and there was another camera in the mud room, which had a small sink. Each wiped their asses clean with their hand and cleaned their hands after in the sink. There was no soap, and the water was chilly. Master usually allowed them to take one shower a week with soap, but the water was lukewarm at best. After they washed up as best they could, they filed into the kitchen; their meals were waiting for them, four bowls lined up on the floor. It was some tasteless stew and cold at that. Another video camera was positioned to capture all of the action.
They all knelt and ate their meal on their hands and knees in silence. She did her best to try to eat her breakfast, if you could call it that, without making her face a mess, but it was almost impossible to do with the way the bowl was designed. When she finished, she waited for the order to allow them to stand. Sometimes, Master Mark would wait hours before giving the order. Today, he must have something planned because they had barely finished eating when he gave the order, "Stand!" he commanded.
Now standing, they all marched single file into the living room, standing at attention with submissive, downcast eyes. They lined up against the wall and waited for their next order. Another camera watched them standing there. Her Master told her once that everything they did was being live-streamed to the internet; someone watched them eat, sleep, shit, get fucked, and suffer abuse all to an audience. They must be some really sick and deprived people in the world, and her Master was the king of them.
Master Mark walked up to Lucy and selected her to entertain him; he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her behind him. She would have obediently followed him, but he enjoyed antagonizing them all at every opportunity. He would take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her, all the while recording everything for his website. Master Mark not only shared them with his friends but with strangers too; she often saw them pay him after they were finished having sex with her.
"Mail," he barked at her as he passed her, dragging Lucy behind him.
With effort, Susan tried to contain her eagerness; if Master Marty were telling her the truth, this would be the last time she would ever have to get her Master's mail. She stood at the front door and waited obediently for her master to unlock it. He always kept the front door locked; she didn't know why; there was nowhere to run to. It must have been an hour before her Master was finished with Lucy and he unlocked the door to allow her out. Once, he made her stand there until it was dark. He was an expert at making them all suffer by doing the simplest things.
She opened the door and quickly stepped through, closing it behind her. Her Master beat her once before for letting too much cold air into the house. Outside, the air was brisk; there was a light coating of snow on the ground, which would make seeing any gravel more difficult. She walked quickly to get to the mailbox as soon as possible while trying to avoid gravel. The driveway was mostly dirt, but there were a few patches of gravel. She memorized where they were, but there always seemed to be a loose piece that she stepped on painfully with her bare feet. It didn't seem too cold out today, but there always seemed to be wind, and today was no exception. The wind blew across her naked body, making it colder; often, by the time she returned to the house with the mail, she was half-frozen.
She was almost halfway to the mailbox before he remembered the signal. She raised both her arms and waved them back and forth several times. She nearly smiled at what she must look like, like she was dancing in the wind, naked on a cold, windy day.
Finally, she reached the mailbox, opened it, and took out a handful of letters; her Master always seemed to have a lot of mail. She did this so many times before, out of habit, she turned towards the house and made a step towards it. The sound of a car braking behind her made her snap out of it. Turning around, a yellow car stopped, and the back door opened, "Get in!" a man said from the back seat.
She didn't have to be asked twice, still tightly holding the letters, she hopped into the car, the man pulled the door closed behind her, and the car quickly sped off. She recognized him as one of the men whom she had sex with that weekend over at Master Marty's place but didn't know his name. She looked out of the car window as the old farmhouse disappeared in the distance. One chapter of her life had ended, and another was about to begin.
"Put these on," the man said," My name is Robert. That's Carl driving," he added.
She stared at the underwear he thrust into her hands, almost like she did not comprehend what she was supposed to do with this. It had been so long since she wore clothes, let alone underwear, that it took her a moment to process it. She still held her Master's mail firmly in her hands. Robert pulled the mail out of her hand and put them in the front seat pocket in front of him.
"Quickly," Robert said.
Snapping out of it, she put on underwear, a bra, socks, pants, shoes, a shirt, and a light jacket. The clothes felt strange against her skin. All the clothing was a few sizes too big for her, but she wasn't complaining. Shortly after she was dressed, they pulled off the highway onto a dirt road leading into the woods; after a minute, they stopped the car, and Robert told her to get out. All three of them got out of the yellow vehicle and walked over to a black SUV. Robert opened the back door for her. Robert followed her in, and Carl got into the driver's seat. He drove away, back onto the highway, leaving the car behind.
She looked at Robert questioningly but didn't say anything. She was well-trained not to ask.
"The farmhouse has several video cameras, some watching are road; your former Master might not notice you missing for a while, or he might be on the phone calling his police friend right now. If so, he will be looking for a yellow car, not a black SUV," Robert told her.
Susan was not used to someone treating her as a human being, it will take a while to get used to this.
An hour later, they pulled into the parking lot of a big building; Marty and another man were waiting for her. He escorted her into the building, and the other man followed; Robert and Carl stayed in the SUV. Marty briefly explained to her what to say and what not to say as they entered the building, elevator, and finally, an office that said 'FBI field office' on the glass door.
A man met them inside. "Johnson," Marty greeted the man as he shook his hand.
"Marty, you said this was urgent?" he said.
"Yes, this is Susan, and I had my lawyer meet us here. I'm sure once you hear what she has to say, you will agree," Marty said.
"Well, let's get started then, this way, please," Johnson said.
He led them into an integration room; another agent joined them. He started a tape recorder, stated the date, and listed everyone present. His name, the other agent's name, Marty, Susan's, and the lawyer's name. He asked Marty to begin.
Marty explained that he was driving along a deserted highway; he had never taken this route home before but was trying to get around some traffic on the freeway and got turned around. He tried to use his phone navigation but wasn't getting cell reception.
Driving along, he noticed a naked woman in front of a mailbox; he stopped and asked her if she was ok, and she begged him to help her; he unlocked his door, and she got into the back seat. He gave her something to wear, and he always kept an extra set of clothing in the car for Gina and him in case they needed to change clothes. He asked her what was wrong, and she told him a tale that you have to hear.
"Susan, please tell him what you told me; don't be afraid," Marty said, comforting.
Susan told Agent Johnson about the abuse and torture she endured. The gang rapes, video recordings, being kept prisoner, digging graves behind the house, and was sure to add that one of the men that routinely raped her was a local policeman.
At one point, the other agent got up and left the room as she continued her tale. Johnson asked her several questions about how she ended up there, how many other women there were, and the layout of the building. He thanked her and said he would be right back. He motioned to Marty to follow.
Once outside the room, he said to Marty, "You did the right thing coming to us."
The other agent approached. "The FBI hostage rescue team has been assembled, and they are already in the air," he said. "Local ground assets in route as well," he added.
"I'll see to it that she is taken care of; I'll have one of my agents accompany her to the hospital," he said.
"I'd like to tag along if that's acceptable. I want to make sure she's ok," Marty said.
After several hours at the hospital, interviews, examinations, and therapists, Marty was able to take Susan back to his place. After she insisted repeatedly that she wanted to leave with him, they offered to take her to a woman's shelter or place her into protective custody, but she still insisted on staying with Marty. In the end, they had no choice but to respect her wishes.
So this is how Marty ended up with Susan that evening; she was naked once again, and he was slowly fucking her up the ass from behind doggie style, watching the news coverage of the FBI raid on a slave ring bust. They discovered a dozen bodies buried behind the house, most of them women, a few men too, and were investigating the local police department in their involvement. The story got national attention.
He would have to wait several days, perhaps a week, before putting the next step of his plan in motion. The story was big news, and he would have to wait until the media moved on to the next big story before proceeding. He was able to get his part in this as an anonymous citizen, and his name was not mentioned at all. Which was the way he wanted it.
