Chloe Ch. 15

15. Kidnapped again and Sold.

T woke Chloe from her sleep and they did their usual morning routine before they filmed the second video. T whipped Chloe to an earth shattering climax, just as she had promised, the chains rattling as her body shook during her orgasm. He locked the permanent collar around her neck as she begged him to do it and then pretended to brand her, branding a piece of thick leather to make it look as real as possible. The filming went well and Tom again praised them for their excellent work.

Chloe was quite sore and T rubbed lotion into her body after lunch to ease the pain caused by the whipping. It really hadn't been all that bad, but it felt amazing to Chloe and she gave T a blow job in appreciation for his kindness, even though he had fucked her in the ass during the filming, he had cleaned himself off before Chloe started her fellatio. T then pulled her onto his lap and held her as Chloe started to drift off to dreamland.

"T, what the hell are you doing?" Tom barked as just as Chloe had fallen asleep, waking her with a start. "You'd better not be getting attached to her."

"I was just taking care of her whip marks and then she gave me a nice blow job, so I was holding her for a minute, boss, she was really tired."

"You were more than holding her, I saw you kissing her forehead and brushing the hair out of her face, you're falling in love with her aren't you?"

"So what if I am?"

"No, you can't fall in love with her, she is my slave, I just let you discipline and fuck her." Tom said as he started to storm off.

"What did you come down here for?" T asked.

"I came down here to tell you that I have finished the editing and uploaded the new video, it has over a thousand hits in the first few minutes. We're going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams. What I didn't expect to find, was my lead actor fawning all over my slave. Now tie her up and put her to bed if she needs to sleep," Tom ordered and stomped out of the room.

"Better do as he says, Master, I can take it, I'm just a slave."

"I know you can, Chloe, that's why I love you so much," T said as he used the soft leather cuffs to bind her and put her in bed, only binding her ankles and wrists.

"Better do my elbows too, Master, otherwise he might get even angrier," Chloe suggested and T acquiesced, realizing she was probably right and wrapped another set of soft leather cuffs above her elbows locking them together behind her back as well. He locked the now permanent collar to the chain by her bed and Chloe settled down under the blanket T pulled over her. "Thank you Master," Chloe whispered as T walked out and closed the cell door, leaving Chloe bound and helpless in her cell. She was soon fast asleep, quite tired from her orgasms during filming and the stress of acting, she was surprised how much it drained her mentally and physically.

Chloe and T fell into their routine, working out, fucking, even showering together as Tom got more and more agitated at T, but didn't come around much, except to tell them near the end of the week that the second video had generated even more views of the first video, and he was a billionaire, while T would receive his ten percent and be worth nearly two hundred million dollars. When Tom left the room, T promised to put aside half of that for Chloe and talked about possibly taking her away from Tom and hiding together with her. Chloe thanked him but said she didn't want the money, she wanted to return to Ben and be his loving slave for the rest of her life.

The following morning, while Chloe and T were working out, staying in shape, an alarm went off and T locked Chloe in her cell before racing out the room and down the hall, gun in hand. A few moments later Chloe heard gunshots in the distance, and soon some Arabic looking men rushed into the dungeon. One of them found the key to her cell and opened the door, coming in and dragging her out, not even bothering to bind her, he pushed her toward two larger men, each one gripping her upper arms so tightly that it hurt.

The leader led them out of the dungeon, the men dragging Chloe along behind him. Tom was outside in the hallway, handcuffed, his left eye swollen and his lip bleeding. He was sitting on the floor, looking disheveled and defeated. They walked down the hall to the elevator that was propped open with a chair and the leader slid the key to Tom's handcuffs halfway down the hall toward where Tom was sitting.

"Remember, if you come after us or try to find us, we will kill you like we did your partner." The leader said in a heavy Arabic accent, then said something to the men in their language and they forced Chloe into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. The elevator doors opened to find T lying lifeless on the floor, a bullet hole in his head and a few through his chest, lying in a pool of blood. Chloe gasped as they escorted her past his body, sad that he was dead, but too concerned about her own predicament to worry about him now. They rushed her out into the heat and placed her between them in the back seat of a large SUV, their bulk pressing against Chloe from both sides.

The leader got in the passenger seat and the driver, who was already behind the wheel, fired up the engine and spun the tires as they raced away from the compound that had held Chloe captive for nearly three weeks. Tom had been discussing a third film with Chloe and T, before mixing it up and changing Chloe's hair color and makeup, to film something different. The SUV bounced over the rough terrain as they sped along.

After her initial shock, Chloe wondered; Who were these men? How did they know she was there? Where were they taking her? Had they seen her in the videos and pinpointed the broadcast location? She supposed she would remain a slave, possibly to some rich sheik. Would they sell her? Surprising even herself, the thought excited her and Chloe rode along in silence and fear mixed with her rising arousal. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I getting aroused at the thought of being sold? Deep down she knew the answer, she had fantasized about it many times, now it might possibly come true.

Soon they arrived at a small airport and the men forced Chloe up the ramp to a small jet with something written in Arabic on the side. This confirmed her thoughts and they brought her into the rear compartment, forcing her into a seat and buckling the seatbelt as she heard the jet engines begin to roar. After a few minutes they took off and flew for less than an hour before they set down at another small airstrip. The men came and retrieved her, Chloe had never even removed her seatbelt, too afraid to displease these men.

They placed her in another SUV, this time binding her wrists and elbows behind her with rope before also tying her ankles and tossing into the back compartment. Chloe did not complain, just winced a bit when the rope around her elbows was tied, it was cutting off her circulation, and she knew her arms would be numb in a matter of minutes. Fortunately this trip was only about fifteen minutes and they arrived in a small village. The men extricated Chloe from the rear of the vehicle and cut her bound ankles free, before adding a rope leash to her collar and yanking on it to indicate she should follow them. They led her to a small concreted building and opened the door. Inside were several small cells already filled with naked women. They led Chloe down to an empty cell and opened the door, cutting off the ropes that bound her wrists and elbows before shoving her into the cell as she heard the clanging of the cell door closing behind her.

Chloe rubbed her arms trying to get the circulation to return to them as the men left and closed the door by which they had entered. The cell was approximately six feet square, possibly six or seven feet high, with three concrete walls and bars from floor to ceiling, poured into the concrete. The barred door was the only entrance or exit. There was an empty bucket, Chloe supposed it was for her wastes, and a thin woven straw mat. Chloe went to the front of her cell to look out. She could only see three cells, the one directly across from her that was currently empty and the two neighboring cells on either side of it. The bars were set back far enough behind the concrete walls that she could not see any further.

The building was oppressively hot inside, there were no windows and the concrete was warm to the touch, even under her bare feet. When they had dragged her inside the sun was past midday, maybe the middle of the afternoon. Chloe went and lay down on her straw mat, but it was uncomfortable. The heat was worse and eventually Chloe succumbed to the rising temperatures inside the cell and passed out in a pool of her own perspiration.

Chloe was startled awake by the sound of the door banging open and some men dragging in a beautiful buxom blonde young woman and forcing her into the cell across from Chloe. The poor girl sobbed and cried after the men left. Chloe tried to get her attention, but she was inconsolable. When the blonde girl finally stopped sobbing, Chloe called out to her, asking her name. The girl looked at her quizzically and did not respond. Chloe tried again and the pretty young woman came to the bars and spoke to Chloe in what sounded like Swedish or possibly Norwegian. Chloe suddenly realized this must be a slave holding area, and that all of these women were here to be sold, including her.

Chloe tried to talk soothingly to the young blonde, but she started screaming and becoming more animated. Several of the other women shushed her with the universal shhhh sound, apparently knowing what would happen. Chloe tried her best to get the young woman to calm down, but she just kept screaming. Two men came in and opened her cell, dragging her out of her cell and then outside. The girl continued to scream and soon, sounds of a whip hitting flesh could be heard, followed by even louder screams until they had given her ten lashes and she no longer screamed, only moaned loudly. They brought her back in and thrust her back into her cell, saying something in a language Chloe did not understand and locking the cell door.

The blonde woman's back and ass were stripped and red as she sobbed, kneeling on the straw mat, her tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her large breasts or falling to the straw mat. She eventually stopped sobbing but moaned in pain as she tried to lay on the mat and rest. Chloe imagined it would be impossible for her to sleep, the mat was uncomfortable enough, but to have been whipped first, she didn't want to think about that.

Later in the evening an old woman came in with a bucket and bowls. She used a ladle to fill each bowl and hand it to the occupants of the cells. Chloe took her bowl and tried to eat the brown muck but it tasted awful. She knew she should eat as much as possible and finished more than half of it, but just couldn't bring herself to eat any more. The blonde girl did not eat at all, even after the old woman attempted to cajole her, she still refused to eat. Eventually the old woman removed all of the bowls, clicking her tongue at the amount of 'food' left in the bowls.

The old woman returned with another bucket and a ladle. She dipped into it and gave it to the women, who drank a little, but not much. The blonde girl drank some and spat it out on the floor. The old woman shook her finger and scolded her in the native language, whatever it was. The blonde looked remorseful and took another ladle, drinking and swallowing some of the liquid. The old woman brought the bucket to Chloe and handed her the ladle. Chloe drank, realizing it was water, dirty and warm, but it was water. Chloe tried to brush away any scum she could from the top and drank two ladles of water, knowing that in the heat, she needed to keep hydrated. Chloe refused a third ladle and sat down on her mat, staring across the way at the beautiful blonde woman in the cell.

Several minutes after the old woman left the blonde girl came to the bars and began pleading with Chloe in her native tongue that Chloe could not understand. Chloe asked her if she understood English and the young woman shook her head and looked bewildered. Chloe tried to talk to her soothingly but this seemed to agitate the poor young thing and she started to cry and Chloe put her finger to her lips in the universal sign to keep quiet. The girl nodded and slipped to the back of her cell, stretching out face first on the straw mat, lying on her pillowy breasts because her backside was covered in stripes from the whip. Chloe could not see them in the semi-darkness but knew they were there. The blonde laid her head down on her folded arms and sobbed quietly.

Chloe tried to get comfortable enough to sleep, the temperature had dropped enough after the sun had gone down that she was no longer uncomfortable temperature wise, but the solid concrete under the thin straw was too hard and Chloe shifted and twisted, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep. Eventually she imitated the blonde girl across from her, using her own large breasts as pillows. The straw poked at them but Chloe could tolerate it better than the pain in her back or hips if she tried to lay any other way. She fell asleep like this for an hour or so before the blonde girl's cry woke her. The poor girl had tried to move onto her back in her sleep and the pain had wakened her and she shrieked in agony.

Chloe again put her finger to her lips and the blonde woman gave her a weak smile and nodded, returning to her former position. Chloe rolled onto her back and bent her knees at an angle so her back rested more comfortably on the mat and fell asleep after a while, sleeping fitfully until the old woman came in and roused them. Each woman was taken out of her cell one at a time and returned her hands now bound behind her. Chloe didn't know what was happening until the blonde woman was dragged from her cell and returned a few minutes later, her wrists bound behind her back, her body wet, and the old woman tied her wrists to the front bars of the cell so that she had to remain standing. She had been washed.

Chloe was taken from her cell next and they took her outside into the bright early morning sunlight. The woman tied her hands in front of her and then to beam supported by two poles buried in the ground. The woman washed Chloe thoroughly, lingering on her breasts and nipples as they hardened, the old woman grinning and nodding her head. She washed Chloe's pussy and lifted her hood, cleaning her clit and toying with it until Chloe gasped and pulled her legs closed, again the woman gave a knowing nod, grinning from ear to ear. The old woman released Chloe's hands and retied them roughly behind her back before leading her back to her cell, forcing Chloe back against the bars, tying her wrists tightly to them. Chloe surmised they must not want them to lie down on the dirty floor again, maybe they would be taken to market and sold. A small shudder of excitement coursed through Chloe's body at this thought and she let out a small moan.

Shortly after the woman finished cleaning them she returned with a bucket that looked and tasted like oatmeal. Chloe ate all the woman would give her, even though it was lumpy and not that tasty, it was food and she needed to keep up her strength. The woman returned after all had been fed with a bottle with a long nipple on it, sort of like a baby bottle, but probably used to feed animals. When Chloe sucked on the nipple she was rewarded with the taste of warm sweet milk. It didn't quite taste like cow's milk, probably goat's milk, she thought. Chloe finished her bottle and when the woman returned with the bucket of water, Chloe drank heartily, the water was cool and much cleaner than last night.

Around mid-morning two men arrived and opened all of the cell doors, entering and looking over the women. They took the blonde woman across from Chloe first, cutting the ropes that held her to the bars, but leaving her hands bound behind her. They tied a rope around her neck and the first man held the rope while the second man entered Chloe's cell and released her from the bars and led her to stand behind the blonde woman, tying a rope through her collar loop then tying it to the back of the rope around the first girl's neck. They continued until all of the women were lined up this way and then they marched them out across the village to a moderately sized lean-to covered with thick grasses on top to block out the sun. Chloe noticed they had lined them up in order of their perceived beauty and interest to prospective buyers.

One by one the women were released from the slave coffle and their hands released and re-tied in front then tied to the central beam running above their heads so they could not cover themselves and were on full display for the anticipated buyers. A small crowd began to gather as the women were displayed and several of the men spoke among themselves and pointed at the women. Soon they were allowed to come and touch the merchandise, and along with the other women, Chloe was pinched, prodded, posed, her breasts fondled, her labia spread, her clit played with. Chloe couldn't help but become aroused by their groping, she was only a slave. It only aroused her more as she thought about being sold and one of the men licked his finger after pulling it from her now glistening pussy. This incited the buyers and drew their attention to Chloe.

One of the men who had escorted them to the 'display case' as Chloe thought of it, yelled something and the men turned their attention to him. He pulled out a wide leather whip and struck the blonde woman next to her twice, the poor girl's already sore bottom receiving new stripes and she screamed in terror. Next he came to Chloe and struck her twice, once on each ass cheek and moved on. Chloe had not cried out and had taken a few sharp breaths to deal with the pain inflicted. This seemed to anger some of the men and they said something to the man doing the whipping but he ignored them and gave each of the future slaves two strokes, just as he had with the others.

As the man with the whip returned to stand by the blonde woman, there were grumblings among the men and then pointing at Chloe. It appeared to Chloe that she had somehow incurred their wrath because she did not cry out like the other women had. The man returned to stand behind her and gave her five harder strokes with the wide leather whip, striking both ass cheeks each time. Chloe still had not cried out, but her inner pain slut was taking over and she moaned.

The man then came in front and struck her across her breasts, three times, then twice directly on her nipples. By this point, Chloe was moaning in need to be finished off and he quickly tied her ankles apart and struck her twice on her pussy, the second one connecting with Chloe's clit and nearly sending her over the edge. The third one between her legs did the trick and Chloe came with a thunderous orgasm, her body convulsing, her screams of ecstasy echoing across the compound, her spasms shaking the entire structure of the lean-to.

When Chloe came to her senses the men were crowded around her, touching and poking her, some slurping up her juices as they ran down her inner thighs. It was obvious she had cum and she squirmed as she hung there, her feet inches off the ground. She suddenly noticed a man in the crowd who looked surprisingly out of place in this desert area. All of the other men wore robes and coverings over their heads. This man was dressed in a very fine looking business suit, well-tailored and expensive, in a light khaki color. He had doffed his straw hat to look upon Chloe and he smiled broadly at her, then donned his hat and walked away. Chloe felt an after-shock run through her body, or perhaps it was a shiver of excitement at the thought of this rich handsome man owning her.