Prisoners of a New Job
Copyright© 2025 by Vulgus
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A man who has worked for a company in New Jersey which closed down accepts a job in Ghana after being unable to locate work at home. What they don't realize is that the wife and daughter will serve as sex slaves to the owner of the company he is going to work for.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Coercion NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Daughter DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex
After Todd and Vicky left the house the next morning I was sitting in the kitchen trying to think of something I can do besides go for a walk or take a dip in the pool. I’m still not used to living this life of leisure and I don’t think I ever will be. It sounds like a nice life to live but it has one major drawback. It’s BORING!!!
I had just about decided to go for a walk around the compound when I heard the front door open and close. I stood up and headed for the foyer, reminding myself as I walked that I’m a slut and I’m looking forward to whatever this turns out to be.
Mr. Boateng met me at the doorway to the foyer. He came to a stop, looked me over and said, “Let’s go upstairs and find you something sexy to wear.”
I don’t like the sound of that. It’s possible he’s expecting someone to join us but it’s more likely he intends to take me out somewhere. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to like going anywhere with him.
I led the way up the stairs. He followed closely with his hand on my ass most of the way to my closet. I waited while he picked out a dress. He handed it to me and ordered me to put on my sexiest bra and panties, a pair of thigh highs and my highest heels. He stood right there and watched while I undressed and then dressed as he ordered. He looked me over, smiled and said, “Let’s go.”
“Wait! Sir, will I be home before my husband? Can I leave him a note? I don’t want him to worry about me.”
“Don’t worry about it. I talked to him before I left the office. He knows I’m taking you out.”
I sighed and followed him out to his car. His driver held the door for us. As soon as we were seated he put his arm around me, pulled me close and started groping me. Unfortunately, I’m finding it very difficult to play slut with him. I hate him too much.
We rode in silence for several minutes before I asked, “May I ask where we’re going?”
“We’re just going to visit some friends.”
“Is this to punish me for something?”
“No. I’m not aware of any reason to punish you. I bring all the ladies here so my friends can enjoy their company. You’ll probably have to come back here every six months or so.”
I don’t like the sound of that. I expect he has a rather large group of friends.
By the time we reached our destination I was nearly naked. My dress was opened all the way down the front, he has pulled my bra up to expose my breasts and he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side so that my pussy is exposed. He spent the rest of the ride burrowing two large fingers in my pussy as if he had lost something in there and was determined to find it. He didn’t stop until his driver pulled up and stopped just off the road in a driveway leading to a very large house. It’s almost large enough to be a castle!
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and stuck them in my mouth. When he was satisfied he finally sat back and ordered me to put my clothes in order. I straightened out my panties and pulled my bra back down over my boobs. I buttoned my sexy little dress. His driver must have been watching us in his mirror. As soon as I was dressed he got out of the car and opened a door for us. Mr. Boateng got out and offered me his hand. He helped me out, looked me over and once satisfied he said, “I don’t imagine I need to warn you to be on your best behavior. By that I mean do everything your told ... no matter how you feel about it.”
I sighed and said, “I’ll be good.”
What the hell, it isn’t like I have any other options. And I have a pretty good idea what can happen to me and my family if I give the son of a bitch any trouble.
Mr. Boateng told the driver he’d let him know when he needs him again. The driver replied, “Yes, sir.” Then he ogled me with an obscene leer on his face for a long moment before he returned to the car and drove it around to the back of the building. I’m not sure what to call this place. It looks too big to be a house but it doesn’t look like a club or any other kind of public gathering place.
Mr. Boateng looked me over. He was apparently satisfied. He gripped my upper arm and led me toward what I assume is the main entrance to the building in front of us. As we approached the huge double doors I asked, “What is this place?”
He chuckled and replied, “This is the fun house. Well, it’s fun for me and my friends. You probably aren’t going to enjoy it as much as we will. Even now that you’re a slut.”
“Is that why you brought me here? Because I’m trying to be a bit more slutty so the things you and your friends do to me won’t be so hard?”
“No my dear. You were going to come here anyway. All the women spend time here. Normally a woman can expect to be brought here two or three times before their time is up three years from now.”
“All the women? What about the girls? Will my daughter be brought here?”
“She’s here now. Mr. Mensah got her out of school and brought her here while I was getting you.”
I have no idea what’s going to happen to me in this place but it sent chills down my spine when I heard that my daughter is here, too. I tried to tell myself that at least this isn’t the city jail but that didn’t really help much. There’s no telling what these perverts have planned for us in this fancy “fun house.” I don’t doubt they’ll be entertained but I doubt if we’re going to have fun.
Mr. Boateng used the keypad under the button for the doorbell to punch in some numbers and then he opened the door and guided me inside. A very large man in a suit greeted Mr. Boateng and asked, “This is mama?”
Mr. Boateng just smiled and nodded.
The man who is apparently guarding the door grinned and said, “Very nice. It’s going to be an amusing day.”
Mr. Boateng replied, “I’ve never come here on a day that wasn’t.”
We walked down a long hallway and entered a large room. There must be close to fifty black men seated around the room being served drinks by a large number of naked white women but my eyes were drawn to the stage at the back of the room. Vicky is standing in the middle of the stage being groped by two large men. The strange thing is she doesn’t seem upset. She’s smiling and flirting with them. She even reached out and rubbed the obvious bulge in the front of one of the men’s pants!
They talked for a moment longer before the two men groping her walked off stage and two more men took their place. Seeing her up there with that sexy look on her face and looking so confident makes me feel a little better though I know it shouldn’t.
Mr. Boateng pointed to the steps leading up to the stage and ordered me to join Vicky. He started to turn away but I’m very aware of my daughter’s nudity so I asked, “Should I take my clothes off?”
He suppressed a grin and replied, “No. That will be taken care of.”
The eyes of all the men seated around me crawled all over me as I made my way to the stairs. A few of the men who were close enough grabbed me as I tried to pass by and ran their hands over me, even reaching under my dress and groping my crotch.
I kept reminding myself I’m a slut now but it doesn’t seem to be working for me as well as it is for Vicky. I can’t help wondering if all of these large black men are going to have sex with us today. If so I’m not sure I’ll survive. I can’t even approximate the number of men in the room who are enjoying watching my daughter getting molested on stage and apparently waiting for the real entertainment to begin. I’m just too scared to feel like a slut.
As soon as I mounted the stairs a man grabbed my arm and guided me to center stage. He brought me to a stop within reach of Vicky. The man holding my arm said, “Don’t move, cunt. And don’t say a damn word unless one of the men in here asks you a question.” Then he stepped back several feet.
One of the two men who have been molesting my daughter came closer and walked around me, feeling me up as he went. When he came to a stop behind me with his hands holding my tits he said, “You’re just as hot as your daughter. I wonder how many of us you’re going to kill this afternoon.”
That wasn’t a question so I didn’t respond but I’m pretty sure Vicky and I are more at risk than any of these men. The man stepped away from me and I was introduced to the crowd of horny men in the large room. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Lexi, Vicky’s mother. Vicky is now going to help you get to know her mother better. Vicky...”
Vicky moved into position behind me and reached around to unfasten my dress. She didn’t say a word except to whisper, “I don’t think I’m this much of a slut. Look at all those horny mother fuckers!”
She took her time but I’m only wearing the dress, a bra, panties and shoes. As soon as I was naked the asshole who is ordering us around told Vicky and I to face each other and make out like a couple of horny teenagers. I guess he isn’t aware that we’ve done things like this before but with a much smaller audience and although we were uncomfortable at first when it was over we realized we had enjoyed it.
I turned to face Vicky and we wrapped our arms around each other and started feeling each other up and kissing like horny teenagers, I guess. I didn’t actually do a lot of this sort of thing when I was a teenager. I don’t mind doing it now, though. I just wish that big crowd of large, horny men weren’t filling the room behind us.
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