Free Angela's Trial and Tribulations by Mark Andrews Page B

rectum and would be causing her a grave discomfort at the very least. This was obvious from the way she twitched her buttocks, trying to ease the pain.
    Not that many of her audience were sympathetic. Not by a long shot! Public resentment against women in general had been whipped up by the government and municipal authorities who now perceived a very lucrative form of income for their coffers. It was projected that a good slave girl with at least five years’ slavery facing her would bring around a hundred thousand and if her term was longer, much more. A lifer, if she was young and attractive, might well bring in a quarter of a million.
    The remarks were just as humiliating as the hands. They ranged from suggestions as to how the speaker would like to have the girl sexually, to ways of punishing her and they were as innovative as they were shameful.
    â€œPity she’s got the dildo up her arse. I’ve got a much bigger plug right here and I’d keep it moving much better than that dildo...”
    â€œThe harness should include a breast clamp. I’ve seen them on a prisoner and they really hurt...”
    â€œThe dildo should have included a cunt-plug as well. That way she’d be having constant orgasms as she trots around...”
    These and similar ‘suggestions’ were her constant bane as she stood and waited for the mayor to return. Once more she tried to ignore them and to rise above them but it wasn’t easy.
    Sex with James had been pleasant. She hadn’t asked for it, except when she spoke to Amanda suggesting she be treated as Jane was since she was no different and she was well aware she had no say in when and how it would be performed but he was considerate and he never forced her to do things that were repugnant to her. Alex was the exact opposite. He delighted in finding out what they didn’t like - and then making the four girls perform those very acts with him, or with Jason.
    He found that Angela felt that any sexual act except what is commonly known as the ‘missionary position’, with the woman lying flat on her back while the man mounts her, was semi-indecent so he forced her to perform with him in every other way.
    Their first encounter left her feeling totally dirty. A thing. A piece of flesh to be used and abused and nothing more... “You may undress me, slave ...” She did, keeping her eyes averted from his. She hated this man but she didn’t want him to see it in her eyes.
    â€œNow get down on your knees. First you are going to suck me until I come - and you will swallow down every last drop or face a whipping.”
    She sobbed once but quickly dropped to her knees in front of him then got her head down to take the head of his already rampant cock into her mouth. Ugh, she thought. What a horrible thing to do. For his part, he was pleased. This girl was the pick of the four and he was going to use her unmercifully - at least until he tired of her and then he would sell her on (might even use her to make political capital) - and he would use her every which way he knew.
    She was frightened stiff of that whip and she knew Jason would not be far away and would be only too pleased to wield it in the service of his master. She pursed her lips and worked them up and down over the lip at the crown of his penis. She knew this was the most sensitive part of his organ and hoped he wouldn’t make her take any more of it into her mouth. Alas, she didn’t know him very well.
    â€œTake it all in, slut. I want to feel my cock right down your throat.”
    She tried. But this was the first time she had had anything other than food or her toothbrush inside her mouth and certainly not anything as big as this monster weapon. Every time she tried to take more, she gagged. He grabbed her around the head and simply forced it down. She reacted quite involuntarily. She bit down on his cock in her fear of having her airways blocked off. He screamed out in