Trafficked Love Ch. 18 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 18

... girls functioning. The same would go for alcohol. To Rich, alcohol was just another drug and would be treated as such. Rich had watched Frank break numerous girls. He would beat them senseless, humiliate them, terrorize them, and even torture them. Rich had watched Frank’s methods, and he was never comfortable with it. The girls feared Frank. They feared for their lives. They acted out of that fear. Nothing they did was genuine or with any intent other than to survive Frank’s wrath, because he showed no mercy. In fact, when he had gone so far as to beat and torture one poor girl so bad that he cracked her skull open, he had simply sighed, held her head between both of his hands, and swiftly twisted until the loud crack of her neck rang through the basement they were in. The other girls, chained to the wall or caged, cried out. Some screamed, some sobbed, others cowered back in fear that they would be next. Frank dropped the girl’s head, blood splattering a bit from her open skull, and turned to kick a girl here or there to quiet their screaming. Rich’s stomach had churned so bad, he thought he was going to be sick. But he stomached the feeling and helped Frank drag the lifeless girl upstairs and outside. And that night, as Rich stood beside the bonfire Frank had set to get rid of the body, Rich decided he would never break his girls. He would be stern, yes, and punish them if they needed it, but he would never break them. Maybe they would respect him, and even want to work ...

... for him, if he showed them a bit of respect in return. +-+-+ “I’ve got something for you. A bit of a going away gift.” Rich had stopped his hosing of an empty cage in the basement of the old house that Frank used to house and “train” (or torture) his girls. He turned to look at Frank as he leaned against the support beam at the bottom of the basement stairs. “Tonight,” was all Frank said, and turned back up the stairs. Unsure of what was in store, Rich finished cleaning the empty cage, before leading a scared, shaking and naked girl back into it. Rich never liked the condition Frank kept the girls, but they were his, and so Rich had no say in their treatment. He tried to keep himself from thinking about the girl in front of him, as she cowered away from him and whimpered in fear. It took every bit of strength he had to keep from reaching out to give the girl a gentle touch of kindness. Frank didn’t like kindness. He believed kindness made him seem weak, and made the girls soft. So Rich shut the cage door and turned away from the girl, suppressing his every instinct to leave the cage unlocked. +-+-+ That night, after a few drinks, and listening to Frank yell at the TV show he was watching, Frank finally looked over at Rich, who was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV, but not paying any attention to it. “You’ve been here about a year, and I know you’re itching to get out on your own.” Rich didn’t respond. “Its hard to get out if you ain’t got product.” Rich took a sip from ...