Sex Slave Training
Strong BDSM Content Male Dom - M/F
Setting:
Present Day
Published
2 / 2011
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SYNOPSIS
After escaping from the savagely abusive woman-flesh trafficker Crocodile Dupree, Special Agent Caroline Orlovska accepts the most perilous assignment of her career. She will infiltrate the Coggins Mountain Crime Family headed by the criminal sadist and powerful slave trader, Bubba McCoy, who has been rightly called, “the most dangerous man in America.” The McCoys—Bubba, Gramps, Ma and brother Cletus—are holding several thousand head of woman-stock at their corral up on Coggins Mountain. From the stock pens the slavegirls go will straight to Mogadishu for obedience training, then be delivered into the hands of the monstrously depraved woman-flesh magnate Mustafa Abdul-Aziz, for placement in harems throughout the Arab Emirates.
Caroline’s mission: bring down Bubba McCoy and free the slavegirls before they can be shipped, because, as supervisor Chief Chalmers says, “Once they get to Saudi, there’s not much we can do.”
In order to succeed, Caroline must pose as a slavegirl and willingly undergo an ordeal of pain and humiliation that will push the envelope not only of her sexuality and physical endurance but of her very sanity as well, as she becomes…Bubba’s BDSM Babe!
EXTRACT
After the family had feasted on baked rat, Cletus came to fetch us.
“Bubba wants to see y’all,” he said with a malicious grin as he unlocked our
shackles. “Might as well get them duds off now.”
“Yes, Master Cletus,” Dolly said, and we both obligingly stripped.
Cletus then led us into the living room where Ma, Gramps and Bubba were seated in
their rocking chairs, with Lula Mae curled up at Bubba’s feet.
“Here they are, Bubba,” Cletus announced meekly.
“I can see that!” Bubba snapped, spitting a stream of brown tobacco juice into a
nearby cuspidor. “You got a talent for statin’ the obvious, boy.”
“S-sorry, Bubba.”
Bubba gave Dolly and me a scornful look, then ordered us to get on our hands and
knees and approach him, which we obediently did.
“Now kiss my feet!” the hulking redneck ordered. “Go on! You kiss the right one,
and you kiss the left!”
I obediently lowered my lips to Bubba’s hairy, foul smelling foot. As I kissed it,
I noticed that there was a thick moldy paste between his toes, and that the toenails were
caked with black dirt.
“Now suck my toes!” Bubba commanded. “Go on, suck ‘em good!”
Fighting back a tide of revulsion and rage, I opened my lips and took Bubba’s big
toe into my mouth. I have to say it was the rankest thing I ever tasted.
“Ahh, that’s good,” Bubba murmured with a contented sigh. “Now clean out all that
toe jam between my toes. Clean it out good!”
I glanced over at Dolly, who had the mountain man’s other big toe in her mouth and
a sour expression on her face. We were undergoing one of the most humiliating experiences
imaginable, but we knew that our very lives depended upon our being absolutely obedient to
Bubba’s wishes.
“Bubba always did love to have his toes sucked,” Ma commented gleefully.
“I-I wish I could be the one to suck Bubba’s toes, Ma,” Lula Mae said in a
quavering voice.
“Shut up, you dumb bitch!” Bubba snapped. “Go get me another jug. I’m almost done
with this ‘un. And be quick about it!”
“Y-yes, B-Bubba. Right away, Bubba.”
“You know,” the red-faced mountain man said with a contented sigh, “there just
ain’t nothin’ better than a good baked rat supper, a swig of corn whiskey, a good big chaw
of tobacco, gettin’ one’s toes sucked, and then…”
“And then what, Bubba?” Ma asked.
“And then subjecting a college gal…to a whole bunch of sexual abuse!”
