Slave of the Alphas, Pt 1 - Prisoner

This post is in the CRUELTIES category. Don’t read it.

Trigger warning: (bestiality)

Cally couldn’t make any sense of it - which made impossible to make any sort of plan. And the impossibility of making a plan had utterly destabilised her.

She could feel herself, slipsliding into some kind of waking madness, where it all became normalised, and she just did what made sense, what they had told her she could do, to have a better life.

“No, not leave here, you’ll never leave here; don’t be sillier than you have to be, pretty cunt - we’d have to kill you if you left, with what you know. Do be reasonable, fuckholes, this is all fairly easy to understand, surely?”

And in any case, what they had told her that they wanted her to do would make her want to die in any case; she was sure of it, so it was all the same, and she would stay in this tiny room guarded by the terrible dogs, forever.

Picture: Cally, guarded by a dog. Click here to reveal.

Except for sometimes, when she contemplated throwing herself out of the window, and then she realised just how very much she did not want to die, so that doing what they wanted had to be thought about.

She already knew what it might be like a little, from when she had gone crazy and tried to charge past the dog and down the stairs.

Because they had not tied her up, not locked the door, not told her where she was allowed to go, just put her in this bare room with its grotty en-suite, left the door open, and told the dog; “Hold!”. The dog would be relieved every few hours by another one - though they all looked alike to her.

Men would turn up, two or three of them at a time mostly, and rape her, as violent as they had to be to have their filthy ways with her, totally casual about it, as if they did this all the time. They did her in all her soft places, taking turns to hold her down, laughing and commenting, comparing her to other girls whose names she didn’t know, grabbing at her tits, putting their fingers down her throat, generally mauling her in the most brutish ways while she was being rutted, making sure she was crying through it all.

So when it had got too awful, when she knew she couldn’t stand another rape (she knew better now, now that she was raped several times a day, every day, and many more times on special weekends, and was still not wanting to die for more than a few minutes at a time), she had gathered herself, doing her best to ignore the awful fear of the beast, to pretend that its growling hadn’t already risen to a threatening half bark as she tensed, pretend it didn’t already know she was about to try something, and made a dash for it.

She had been a bit of a sprinter, at school, and she made a good start of it, managed to push past the dog and into the corridor, and even thought she had a chance for a few seconds; until it had leapt on her back as she started down the stairs and she’d tumbled, fast and hard and shockingly painful, to land in a heap on the landing, at which point things had gotten infinitely worse, as the dog was immediately on her, standing over her, its head at her crotch, its huge angry red cock jerking about, all but right in her face (she could smell its weird, fetid musk). At the same time its cold wet nose had gone straight to her sex, sniffing, licking, and then, horror of horrors, it had put its jaws on her, down there - not biting in, though she could certainly feel its teeth, sharp on her tenderest parts, gripping her; threatening more, its hot saliva and tongue on her pussy lips, and it was growling and waggling its hot slimy cock in her face and she was screaming and the dog was getting more frenzied and she knew she must not get hysterical or things would get worse, and then she suddenly realised what it wanted, and nearly died of horror.

Just then a voice, full of amusement and appreciation;

“Ho, fucken’ hilarious! You tried to run, huh? Guess you didn’t figure on Glenbow having trained those fuckers quite so nasty, huh. Stoopid cunt. He wants it, you know. In your throat. Likes it that way. Knows he’ll get it one day, too, but iffen you run, he’s gonna get to take it, rather than you giving it - and I’m pretty sure they enjoy taking it better, so you’re in quite a bind there little girl. Not gonna be much use to us after he bites your pussy out, so maybe you’d better help him with what he wants. None of them ain’t had none of this for days - he’s keeping them on edge for just this sort of thing I guess - so there’ll be a half-pint or so of his gunk in your gullet or bubbling out your pretty little nose right soon, and I’m going to enjoy the show.”

She hadn’t figured out who they were, as individuals, at that point, so this was a complete stranger, laughing at her trying to process the idea that she was going to have to suck a violent dog’s cock so it wouldn’t bite her pussy, laughing at her so that she wanted to die but No! No! She didn’t, not yet! She desperately wanted to live, somehow, and;

“Please! Please mister, get him off meeee! Pleeease!”

“Oh, you want me to save you, now? Funny, last time I was with you you were saying you’d see my dick cut off for doing your tight little ass. Quite the firecracker you were, caught me a couple times too; I still have the scratches you naughty bitch, so why should I help you now?”

“Oh God, mpleeeaase! Mister, please .. I .. I’ll be real nice, honest, I’ll make it good for you, I .. I can be very nice if .. if I like you, pleeease!”

“Hmm yeah, Alec said that’s why he’d got you here - ‘acos you could turn it on when you wanted to, and like it too. So, maybe; maybe there’s a chance for you. But see here, I don’t actually know how to call these fuckers off - and they’re real serious about who they obey; no way I’m getting myself dog-bitten for a dirty cunt, so I’m gonna have to call Jeff, or Glenbow even, to save you, and.. well, they’re gonna want thanking too, so can I tell them ..?”

“God, yes, pleeease mister pleease, do something. I’ll be nice, I promise.. Hurry, pleeeaase??”

So, less than half an hour after she had decided to risk her life escaping, she was dancing, naked, trying her very very best to be sexy, even through her trauma, for two strangers, both of whom had raped her multiple times already, on the basis that if they agreed she had made it nice for them to rape her again, they’d not set two dogs onto her in the yard, not have her suck dog cock, be raped by the other, as entertainment for strangers, on video.

Picture: Cally, dancing naked Click here to reveal.

She was so nervous, so horrified, that she had no idea what she was doing, except that she was trying - really trying to make it nice for them, and Alec must have been right, since it seemed that she could turn it on if she had to, and at least act as if she was getting into it, as for the first time in her young life, she experienced two cocks rammed into her at the same time, mouth and pussy, really pummelling at her, and, somehow, she had managed to get lost in it and come off, loudly and shamefully, her first orgasm while sobbing her heart out, from which she got a terrible case of hiccups which entertained them for fully five minutes until they became irritated, when one of them remembered that drinking backwards was a sure-fire cure, and stood behind her where she knelt on the floor, yanked her head back and pissed into her mouth and made her drink it. It had cured her hiccups, which didn’t start again even after she threw up in the toilet, while they watched, making nasty comments, until one of them decided he wanted to fuck her again and pushed her head down into the filthy, vomit-filled bowl while he raped her ass, and when he reminded her, she had moved for him, trying to make it good for him as if her life depended on it.

Which it turned out it kind of did, now that she was a regular inmate here, along with the other girls, since it seemed that there was either pleasing them - Glenbow and Rimmy in particular - or there was disappearing, which seemed like dying as far as she could tell (though honestly, none of them really knew anything about it; a girl would simply not be seen again, and there was nothing to be said about it).

So they all played along, at all times; well, nearly all - it was so hard to keep the despair at bay; sometimes it got out.

Alec had been the one, after she had done what they wanted, who had explained to her what her life must be, now, if she wanted a life.

Alec. Alec had been the one who invited her, too. She’d only met him a few times, been with him each of them, of course; she was a party girl after all; always went home with someone, or had someone back to hers, always fucked. And Alec had been one of the good ones, she had thought; actually listened, actually asked her questions; also fucked her brains out - which a girl had to like a lot better than the usual three minutes half-assed fucking, early come, fall asleep kind of guy (and even those guys were better than the coked up ‘just blow me babaaay’ who would fall asleep immediately after shooting their load in her face).

When he’d told her about the amazing parties at a big place up-country, he’d not been lying; when they arrived and been handed a bottle of champagne each, along with a generous welcome pack of pills and white powders, when the big staircase had been lit with fairy lights and the music had been pumping, she’d turned to Alec and given him the biggest kiss; “I’m going to try and take you to heaven tonight, mister’, she’d promised, and he’d grinned at her, and said; ‘Oh, you’ll do better than that, baby, I’m certain of it’”

The party had been smaller than she’d expected - only about twelve guys and maybe twenty girls - but actually, that just made it more exclusive, and she’d decided to really go for it, so that when a competition was announced for the girls, and Alec had told her he really hoped she’d participate, she’d volunteered with enthusiasm, giving him a big kiss before she was led away to prepare, and she’d stuck with it even when she’d found out what the game was - so shocking!

There were five women in the game, and it seemed as if three know all about it, while she and one other girl were clearly taken aback, having to process. It was an elimination game; one of the girls would be chosen by drawing lots, and, if it was her, she’d strip and all the others would work to get her to orgasm. She should hold out as long as possible, because her task, after she’d come off in front of everyone, was to get a random guy to come in less time than she’d taken. If she couldn’t she’d be eliminated, and suffer a forfeit - a hit from the paddle on her bum for every second she’d failed by. If she won, on the other hand, and kept winning, there was apparently a prepaid mall-card loaded with a couple thousand dollars.

And so, despite her strong misgivings, she’d gone along, and decided that she’d allow herself to be eliminated early, so that she wouldn’t have to do more than one round; forget the prize - she had Alec, and this was what he wanted, so she’d do it for him. Only the other new girl clearly had the same idea, or simply couldn’t help herself from coming when the other girls started in on her with the big vibrator and the pinkies in her butthole and went out immediately, taking quite a few hard hits from the paddle as her forfeit.

Cally had watched the paddle and decided she really didn’t want it, and, in a bit of a daze, ended up doing three rounds before she’d been knocked out herself; three public, devastating orgasms and three public blowjobs, then eighteen really violent whacks of the paddle later she’d been presented back to Alec, in pathetic tears, having lost it when the third guy spurted come all over her face and then again after the fourth whack of the paddle, the rest a terrible, agony filled blur. She had needed to be cleaned up in the toilet by a couple of very gentle, sad girls who were terribly kind, and made her cry all over again, at which they had kissed her, softly, and told her to be brave before taking her back to Alec. After which, it was all a bit of a blur, until she’d come to in the horrible little room, naked, being raped in the ass, which had pretty much been the way of it ever since.

And so now she had to think about what they really wanted her to do.

They wanted her to let them train her to be a perfect slave-girl, so that they could sell her.

“We can force you to do shit, but we can’t make you change yourself - not like we need you to, before we sell you. We gotta brand to protect, see.”

“So you gotta choose it. Work at it, try hard, cooperate; help us fuck wit’ yo’ mind.”

“It’s a lotta fun, I promise you; for us, all the way through, mostly. But for you too, iffen you c’n get past the hump of it. Once you decide you wan’ it, you’ll find your slutty side comin’ out, and you’ll have fun, too, then, sometimes; dirtier than you can ever think, right now.”