Donna Allen: Wife in a slave house

After that they drove for hours and hours. Angela slept awhile. She dreamt she was free, on a beach somewhere in the sun. She came awake when the van stopped. She had no idea where they were now. Jerry opened the back door of the van and Angela saw that it was night outside. Moose came around from the front and he helped Jerry carry Angela out of the van and into a house. They took her to a bare room and switched the overhead light on. Then the two men left.

Angela lay on the floor. She thought of getting up and running, but she was too exhausted. Finally the door opened and Lola came in. She brought some water and Angela drank it. After that Lola cleaned Angela's face.

"You look messy. You've got to look pretty for Cory."

Angela had no idea who Cory was. She begged Lola for more water and Lola gave it to her. She asked Lola where she was, but Lola shook her head and refused to answer. Angela continued asking, and then she started crying again. Lola laughed and pinched one of Angela's tits until Angela groaned. After that Lola left the room and Angela was alone again.

She remained on the floor. Her wrists were still tied behind her back, but they hadn't tied her ankles again. She thought about her plight. She'd been kidnapped by these horrible people. They'd been driving so long, they could be anywhere. Maybe four or five hundred miles from her home. Ken had probably called the police by now. Maybe they'd already found the car. The more Angela thought about it, the more confident she became that she'd be found and rescued.

She looked at the room. It was just a bare room with a few chairs and a table. The shade was pulled down to cover the one window. There were no sounds of a city from outside. Angela remembered how clean the air was when she'd come out of the van. She guessed she was in the country somewhere. Once again she wondered who Cory was. Cory was the one she was supposed to be pretty for.

Then she heard talking outside the room. She was suddenly afraid again and she wanted to run. She tried to free her hands but it was useless. Someone laughed on the other side of the door. Angela shuddered, wondering what would happen to her next.

Then suddenly the door opened and a man entered. He was a tall man with dark piercing eyes. He wore neatly pressed pants and a clean white shirt. Angela immediately saw he wasn't like the others. This one seemed to be someone special. He had an air of quiet authority about him.

The man sat down in one of the chairs and smiled at Angela.

"Hello, Angela. My name's Cory."

He started questioning her. Was she married? Did she have any children? What had she been doing walking on that road? Did they hurt her in the van? He had a soft voice and Angela found herself answering his questions. She thought he might help her. He seemed to approve of her. When he wasn't asking a question, he was looking at her. He seemed to like the way she looked.

Then he asked again about her treatment in the van. "What did they do to you?"

Angela complained. "They raped me. All of them raped me and it was horrible."

Cory said nothing. Then his lips turned in a thin smile.

"Lola too?"

"She made me do things to her."

Cory chuckled. "I guess she gets that way sometimes."

Angela suddenly begged him to release her. She promised him money. She said she was sure her husband would be happy to pay something to get her back.

Cory shook his head and said it wasn't possible. "We don't do that. Once you come here, we don't do that."

Then he said she shouldn't think about escaping. He said no one ever escaped from this place. His voice was still soft. He seemed so gentle and easy and yet he was telling her she was a prisoner. She was puzzled and terrified.

Then Cory called to someone and the door opened. Jerry came in and Cory told him to untie Angela's wrists. Jerry bent down to do it and in a moment her hands were free. Cory told her to stand up and Jerry helped her.

Then Cory told her to take her clothes off. He said he wanted to look at her. A great knot of hopelessness gathered in her stomach. She knew she had to do it. She could tell by his eyes that if she refused he would have Jerry strip her clothes off her anyway. She did what he wanted. She peeled off her blouse and skin. Her panties were already gone. She unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor.

Cory looked at her. He motioned with his hand and she had to turn to show him her ass. When she faced him again, she saw that he seemed to approve. He nodded and looked at Jerry.

"Take her to the slave house."

Angela froze. She was numb as Jerry led her away. He held her arm and in a few moments they were out of the house. It was a black night, with no moon and no stars.

They walked on a gravel path and Angela was glad she still wore her flat sandals. Jerry still held her arm. He took her to a long low building, opened the door at one end and made her go inside.

It was a barracks of some kind. There were two rows of cots, a few lamps, and some clothes hanging on a line. And a group of women were inside. Angela was shocked to see the women. They were all naked and they were all looking at her. Angela shuddered upon remembering that Cory had mentioned a slave house. If this was the slave house, then these women must be the slaves. She was more frightened now than ever before. Now she was facing something totally unknown. Jerry left her, closing the door behind him as he walked out. She heard the bolt slide to lock the door from the outside.

Angela looked at the women. There were five of them. They were all young and attractive. They came forward and crowded around Angela.

"Welcome to the fun house," one of them said.

They questioned Angela about where she was from and how she'd arrived. No one seemed surprised when Angela told them she'd been kidnapped. Then Angela asked about the barracks and about the women themselves.

"Why did he call this a slave house?"

"That's what it is," a slender blonde said. "You'll find out soon enough."

Angela asked them what would happen to her and they told her she would be a slave.

"After you're trained."

"I don't believe it. No one can do that to someone else."

They all smiled. They told Angela she would learn. One of the women was sarcastic about Angela's innocence.

"You can't be such a pussycat. What did Lola do to you? Did she make you suck her off? I bet she had a time with you."

The others laughed and Angela blushed. She felt miserable. She found an empty cot and she lay down on it. The women soon ignored her and she lay there trembling in her misery.

Angela had a sleepless night. She tossed and turned on the cot. She was afraid to try anything in the darkness. When dawn finally came, the others were still asleep. She lay there on her cot thinking about her plight. She looked around at the barracks. It was tidy enough. But she could see the bars outside the windows now. There was no doubt that the women in the barracks were prisoners. She looked at the door that she'd come in through last night. Now she carefully slipped off the cot and walked down to the door.

She was about to turn the handle when she heard the deep, growling of a dog outside. A guard-dog. She backed away in fear. She quickly returned to her cot and lay down again. She had to bide her time.

She told herself that if there were any chance to escape, it would come later. She had to learn about the place first. The people here wouldn't be careless enough to make it that easy for her to get away. She remembered the one called Cory. The way he'd looked at her as though she was just a piece of property he'd acquired. She wondered about the slave girls. They seemed so resigned to their fate. She wondered how they were treated. They were certainly prisoners. Bars on the windows and a guard-dog outside. It was awful.