Harem Bound Ch 01

It was a crisp early spring day. The sun shone down on the school athletic field as the cheerleading squad kicked and flipped and danced in preparation for the away game next week. Firm, fit bodies in red and black tunics and white pleated skirts were themselves cheered by the football squad hanging around in the bleachers. They were also gazed upon by the quadcopter drone that had landed on a roof overlooking the field. The camera within it zoomed onto one girl in particular. An apple-cheeked face framed by auburn hair cut to her shoulder blades seemed as happy as all the rest. One might think that the broad smile with teeth whitened and straightened by the best that dentistry could provide was a touch too wide to be sincere. A closer look into bright green eyes might reveal they were wide with fear rather than enthusiasm. But the girl's toned limbs moved gracefully. She thrust the large breasts just a little too big for her athletic frame out towards the boys in the stands. The white panties briefly exposed by a stray gust of wind clung tight to a pair of asscheeks seemingly sculpted from marble.

The drone watched as the cheerleaders finished practice. The woman watching through the computer monitor took note of how the red headed cheerleader trailed behind her compatriots. She did not banter as much as the other girls. The watcher nodded. It fit with the pattern noted by two years of surveillance ever since a school photographer had alerted them to such a valuable beauty during her sophomore year. Now she was a fully-grown eighteen year old.. There were other cheerleaders on the squad that could arguably be seen as prettier. The stereotypically blonde queen bee captain would sell for twice as much. But in this game, acquisition was more important a factor than appearance. Slavery was akin to hunting gazelles by the watering hole. One went after those that strayed to the edges of the herd rather than targeting those in the center.

A sob from behind her was one of those who had had the misfortune to do so. The woman turned about to admire the piece of merchandise acquired earlier this morning. Skin the color of milk chocolate dripped with sweat as a cheerleader from another school fought against her bonds. She lay on a gurney, wheels locked, with medical restraints on wrists and ankles secured to the safety rails.The black teenager was more of a runner's build than her white compatriot. She jogged quite a bit to escape the troubles at home. That had been her undoing when his team had snatched her off a trail in the hills above her town. Idly, the watcher reached down to squeeze a breast that--while not as large as the redhead's--more than full and firm enough to satisfy the client. The girl screamed helplessly into the red ballgag strapped into her mouth. Features worthy of an African princess framed by disheveled dark hair in ringlets were twisted in lust and fear. Butterfly vibrators glued with spirit gum to her nipples and over her clit mercilessly edged her. Her eyes were hidden behind a sleeping mask blindfold. But the woman new the despair in them beneath the padding and nylon.

A chime came from a burner phone next to the monitor. It was an innocuous text about setting up a playdate. It really was an alert that the target had entered the shower room. Hidden cameras on the two snatchers who were posing as janitorial staff showed the redhead disappearing through the doors. They could have concealed cameras in the locker room. But those might have been discovered, and it would take time to remove them once the deed was done. She glanced at the darkweb auction where several pictures and important facts about her were posted. The final bid pleased her immensely. One could purchase an Asian or Slavic girl for far cheaper. But the black and the redhead were expensive livestock whose middle-class American roots and innocence made them prizes indeed. All sorts of those who wished for pretty "Yankees" to debase and humiliate would pay ridiculous amounts. The winning bidder in fact had also won the bidding on the black girl as well.

Well, at least they would have each other's company in hell.

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Rachel huddled in the toilet stall with her face pressed into her knees. Her hands were clapped over her ears in an attempt to drown out the noise from outside. It always ended like this. She could keep it together for the practices and even for the games. The second she was "off-stage"? The panic attack that she had been suppressing sent her into the nearest quiet corner. She didn't want this. She hated every second of it. But she had to. Mom had been a cheerleader. Her aunt had been one. Honey, you have such a beautiful body. It's a waste to hide it. Everyone had to do something they didn't want to do. You get out there or you're grounded for the year. And your phone, too. You're not too big to get slapped. You hate your mother, don't you?

What was constant terror compared to pleasing Mom?

The fear finally ended. Rachel tottered out of the stall on rubbery legs She splashed cold water from a sink until she felt halfway human. Peering around a corner, she saw the door to the locker room swing shut as the last of the squad filed out. Finally. She could take a shower in peace. Rachel stripped out of her uniform and underwear in the silent locker room. She never took off her clothes around the other girls. She hated the way they must be judging her. She was fat. Her mom told her all the time that she needed to lose weight. Nothing seemed to work no matter how much she worked out or how many meals she skipped. She was already down to one nutrition shake a day. How much more could she cut out? Her head swam a bit as she headed for the showers with shampoo and soap in hand. Ooof. Maybe she could snatch some crackers from the cafeteria before she headed home? She was so hungry. One packet wouldn't hurt. Would it?

Rachel slipped under the showerhead closest to the entrance of the showers. She didn't like going in deeper. While quiet, the white-tiled chamber with its flickering fluorescent lights in the ceiling was sort of creepy if you were the only one there. The pressure was low today. Only a weak spray came out. It must be more budgeting by the school board. Sighing, she soaped herself up with the moisturizing bar that her mother insisted she always used. God help her if she stooped to using the cheap liquid soap in the dispenser on the wall in front of her. Her lips curled as her hands moved over her breasts. Another sign she was fat. Freaking udders. It hurt when she performed. The sports bras she wore only did so much. Rachel could not help moaning when her palms stroked over her sensitive nipples. God. She shouldn't do this. Good Christian girls didn't touch themselves.

Rachel sobbed as her other hand went down between her legs to stroke her hairless cunt. Mom invested a lot to make sure her daughter was smooth from the neck down. Boys liked that. Only Rachel didn't like boys. Shaking fingers slid into herself as a thumb pressed to her hooded clit. Ahhh. Closing her eyes, she thought of Genevieve in that last game she had cheered at. They had been looking at each other for two seasons. They had just known what each other were. They never had been together. School rivalries and the scandal that would erupt kept them apart. Rachel rose on her toes as she imagined the girl that her family would loathe for her skin color in here right now. The image of them curled with fingers and tongues pleasing each other in the shower room floor sent her panting. Rachel snatched her hand away from her slit. God. No. Those were sinful thoughts. Mom would punish her so bad for thinking them

A rubber gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Two prongs rammed to where shoulder met neck. What felt like a lightning bolt ripped through her nervous system. Rachel looked up in confusion at the women in custodial uniforms looming over her. Ball caps hid their hair. Medical masks covered much of their faces. One of them held a device that still crackled with electricity. She croaked out a question as they rolled her to her belly. Wrists were roughly jerked behind her. With ratcheting sounds, plastic closed into the flesh of her wrists and ankles tight enough to pinch. Rachel weakly tugged at the restraints. They felt like separate loops on each limb connected to each other like handcuffs. Terror filled her anew as memories of seeing news footage of riot cops with plastic flex cuffs on their belt came to her. A scream was cut off by a rubber ball jammed into her mouth. Her sopping wet-hair was lifted out of the way as a plastic strap was buckled shut at the nape of her neck. Forced to kneel, she was held by her hair as some kind of rubbery tape was wound about her body above and below her breasts. More went around her legs above her knees. Sight disappeared as a folded washcloth was secure with more tape. The only relief was that the stuff stuck to itself rather than her hair.

Gloved hands finished washing her body. Her shampoo was briskly massaged into her hair. Helpless, Rachel could only submit to her captor's hands roaming over her naked body. Shame mixed with fear as her treacherous body responded to the touch of female hands besides her own. Cruel laughter echoed about the shower room as nipples were tweaked. Her hips bucked when her clit was teased from its hood. Oh, it was too much! Rachel shook her head wildly as a rough thumb pad rocked on her stiff nub. The sensation was excruciatingly intense. Then two fingers forced their way between her clenched thighs to spear into her. To her horror, she was so wet that even her tight pussy easily allowed the woman to violate her. Her head spun when the fingers arched to press at a certain spot within her. Lips kissed her heaving breasts. Rachel could manage only a low moan when her bottom cheeks were parted. A finger slick with some substance worked its way past the tight ring of muscle up into her ass. Filthy. Sick The finger twisted in her in time with the fingers rocking in her cunt. It felt so good. What was wrong with her? This shouldn't feel incredible. Tape squeaked as she desperately tried to escape. She keened into the ballgag. No no no, this wasn't happening. This wasn't how her first time was supposed to go. What was happening? This couldn't be a prank. None of the other girls on the squad could be this cruel.

Another finger wet with lubricant entered her ass. Her mind whited out. There was only the overwhelming, twisted pleasure consuming her. Against her will, her hips bucked as she rocked on the three fingers now filling her cunt. Animal grunts unworthy of a good Christian girl came from behind the ballgag. They would have been screams if the ball stoppering her mouth had not muffled them. Bound as she was, she had no hope of escape. Rachel could only endure the sweet torment. One climax. Two. Three. She lost count. They ripped through her in succession until she went limp in her captor's arms. A latex-covered palm stroked her cheek. Towels briskly dried her off. Laid down on one, she was folded into a ball that was bound into place with more silicone tape wound about her body behind her knees and about her ankles.

This was no twisted prank. These women were good at this. They were professionals. Rachel had heard the usual horror stories of white slavers abducting girls off the street. But that really just happened to immigrants or poor girls lured into drugs. Only, here she was in the hands of kidnappers who had taken her in a matter of seconds. Rachel struggled as best as she could when they picked up her ball-tied form. No, she couldn't let them take her away! The "janitors" actually laughed at her before dumping her onto what felt like wet cloth. A toe felt plastic fabric in front of her. It was one of those wheeled hampers used to collect towels. More were dumped over her to hide her presence. Castors squeaked as she was wheeled out.

Before the hunger and stress made her pass out, Rachel wondered how she could be so aroused.

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It was all a terrible dream.

Wrists and ankles jerked against leather bands lined with soft padding.

She had fainted again. She should eat more.

Her jaw bit down on a rubber ball wet with drool.

The girls were playing a game on her.

Eyes rendered sightless beneath leather and quilted padding brimmed with tears.

Oh, no.

Rachel thrashed once more before collapsing back. She had once been in hospital after hitting her head while missing a tumble during practice. Mom had been so angry about that. This felt like the bed she had been while recovering from the concussion. Fingertips touched steel rails that had been flipped on either side of her. The sheets underneath her were the overly starched ones she recalled during the hours of observation. No hospital gown, though. She was quite nude save for the restraints, blindfold, and gag. There were also things fastened to three already stiff parts of her anatomy A shiver passed through her. Were they electrodes? Was she going to riding the lightning while some freak in a lab coat tainted her in German? Someone must have paid a lot of money for her kidnappers to grab her. Who knew what sort of twisted fantasies she might be the object of.

A jolt shivered through the bedframe. Rachel heard the faint thrum of tires on asphalt. Her panicked cries echoed off bare metal walls. Was she in a truck? Or was she in one of those vans that the other girls on the squad joked should have "Free Candy" painted on them. Rachel shuddered. They called those "rape vans". As she sucked in another breath for another useless scream, Rachel paused when she heard moaning close to her left side. There was a creaking sound as if someone else were tugged at leather cuffs binding them to a bed. It was another captive. The faint scent of moist pussy wafting over hinted that it was another girl. A flush spread over her skin as she listened to the other captive beg through her gag for release. She imagined being forced between trembling thighs to press her mouth to a dripping wet slit--

Then Rachel discovered why her fellow prisoner was in such erotic torment. The devices on her nipples and hooded clit came to life. The spread eagled cheerleader's limbs convulsed as she vainly tried to break free to tear away the things fluttering on nubs of flesh already overly stimulated by the touches of the women. Even as mild as they were, three orgasms tore through her like Fourth of July firecrackers before the vibrators were dialed down. The stimulation from even that was a delicious torture that had her cunt seeping a small river into the sheets between her spread thighs. So shameful. Her pastor was right. Girls had to be pure lest the sluttiness women inherited from Eve would take them down the path to hell. Rachel was so horny now that she would have pulled a train for the football team.

Her breath hitched when female hands stroked her helpless body. She could tell it was a woman's hands. Rachel had endured being pawed by the football team members that she had been made to date. She could tell the difference between a fumbling boy trying to unhook her bra and a woman who knew precisely how to touch a girl to make her shiver. The unseen woman molesting her took her time slowly massaging her way up each leg. Fingertips worked out the tension knots with a firmness that had Rachel rolling her eyes up in their sockets beneath the blindfold. She tensed when the hands reached her waist. But they moved on to stroke and knead her belly. Rachel jolted when a tongue slipped into her navel to slowly swirl around in it. A soft hand cupped her mound, the base pressing the vibe against her clit, while lips kissed up her body. Rachel shook her head wildly in denial even as her body arched up to meet her captor's touch. The woman molesting her took her breasts in her hands as if they were objects of worship. It seemed an eternity as what Rachel thought of as udders were treated to kisses and lovebites while deft fingers kneaded them. Was this the woman who had arranged for her abduction?

Weight settled on the bed as knees pressed into the thin mattress on either side of her head. Her breasts made fine seat cushions. Something bumped against the underside of her chin. Rachel whimpered through her gag as what had to be a dildo slithered up along her right cheek. The gagged moans from her fellow captive increased in volume. The pussy scent that Rachel had smelled before became dominant in her world when the dildo tapped against the ballgag. Her captor had smeared the shaft with other girl's juices. Slim but strong fingers gripped the corners of her jaw. The intense pressure would have forced Rachel's mouth wide open when the ballgag was removed. It was not necessary. With only the tiniest of hesitation, Rachel kissed the head of the unseen dildo hovering before her mouth. Her captor grunted approvingly as the red head did her best to kiss and lick by feel along the shaft. Rachel's treacherous sex moistened even further at the taste of the other girl's wetness on her tongue. The abducted cheerleader worked her way down to the base of the dildo. The fake balls at its base were also covered in girl musk. Rachel tongued them with the same care as she did the shaft. One cheek brushed against the flesh of a bare thigh. It received a light kiss that had the strap on dildo bouncing off her forehead.

There was a pause when the dildo was once again slicked with her fellow captive's cunt juices. Then the pressure on her jaw renewed. Sniffling, Rachel opened her mouth wide for the fake cock. She had never done this herself. But she had seen enough of the raunchier girls do things as dares while on the bus traveling to away games. As they said, it didn't count if it was your mouth or hand. You could still keep that purity ring in good faith. Rachel had paid attention in case one night when one of the football players decided he wanted more. Her captor padded her head like Rachel was an obedient pet as lips closed around the tip of the dildo. She sucked on it while lavishing the head and slit at the tip with swirls from her tongue.

The dildo went in deeper. It buzzed as she sucked it with as much vigor as she could summon. Her captor groaned as the other end of the double ended strap on dildo responded to Rachel's efforts. She kept up her rhythm even when the dildo began fucking her mouth in earnest. The cheerleader was "rewarded" with a higher tempo from the vibes on her nipples and clit. Rachel struggled not to bite down. That would result in punishment. The woman mouth fucking her suddenly screamed. It triggered a mechanism in the dildo. Salty slime spewed out of the end. Rachel came hard as the ersatz load was pumped into her mouth. She desperately tried to swallow it all. A tiny trickle of it escaped the left corner of her mouth. Oh, god. She had failed. She had tried so hard. Rachel babbled apologies when the dildo withdrew. She was sorry, she'd do better, please--

A spoon thrust into her mouth.

Stew. Cold.

Rachel inhaled each spoonful as if it were a five star restaurant meal.

"Tsk. Starving yourself." The woman's sultry voice had a slight foreign accent. "I hope you never try that when the collar is on you, slave. Refusing food is a form of defiance that is not tolerated."

"You know about that?" Rachel said, dread pooling in her heart.

"'Mistress'," her captor said. "Or 'Master' for a man. You will always refer to yourself as 'this slave'. The equivalents in the local language of your owner will be taught to you. Does it understand?"

"This slave understands, mistress," Rachel replied immediately.

"Cheerleaders make such excellent livestock." The woman laughed. "So used to obeying orders. Yes, slave. My employers have been watching it for some time. It even had training."