Chapter 9

I wake up in Jefferson’s bed and on this first Monday with my new status as Mr. Bentley’s personal slave, who is secretly just Jefferson to me. He is still asleep and I could sleep a little longer too, but first I go to the bathroom. When I come back, he is still in the same position. I press myself against his back and in a few minutes, I am asleep.

I wake up again with the feeling of my breasts being gently caressed by my master who is now awake. At the moment, I think we are going to fuck immediately and my vagina is already getting moist, but when he sees that I am awake, he abandons my breasts and gets up saying: now that you are awake, you have to cook, I have a meeting this morning!

I’m a little frustrated, but hey, he’s right, we have to go to work later. I’m getting ready to go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast when he says: Sigrid, you’re not going to cook naked, it wouldn’t be hygienic.

He hands me a garment and says, “Put this on.”

This is a light and tight red dress and I put it on right away.

This dress is beautiful and comfortable. It’s very different from what I wore during the last few months while still being sexy.

While Jefferson takes his shower, I go to the kitchen and prepare our breakfast. It takes a little while, especially because I have to find foods without too much fat or sugar, which is almost all that is in his fridge and cupboards. But I still manage to do something not too bad under the circumstances. That being said, after work, I will have to go grocery shopping with him to buy a lot of things and then throw away all the junk food from the house.

While eating, we discuss that, but also other changes that will need to be made, including joining a gym or at least buying equipment to exercise.

I just put the dishes away when Jefferson comes up behind me and grabs my breasts through my dress. I say, in my slave voice: Master, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.

He answers in master’s voice: We’ll have to hurry then little slut!

When others call me a little slut, it’s to humiliate me, but I know that for Jefferson, it’s different and I realize that it turns me on to hear him talk to me like that.

I notice, when he snuggles up to my behind, that he has taken off his dressing gown and that his hard cock is between my buttocks. He takes my breasts out of the dress to caress them better, then he lifts the fabric above my buttocks so that his cock touches my skin directly. Then, he sticks a finger into my already wet vagina.

He continues to gently squeeze my breasts while kissing my neck. Then, suddenly, he pushes his cock into my vagina and goes back and forth quickly while continuing to play with my breasts and nibbling the lobe of one of my ears. For a moment, I fear that he will cum too quickly for me, but it is I who cums first and he grabs my hips and fucks me for several more minutes before finally sinking deep inside me and staying there for a moment to ejaculate inside me.

Then, he says in my ear: I like that you are with me in the morning little slut, but now, we have to hurry!

We quickly get dressed and leave to go to Hornburg College.

This day was similar to the ones before I was gang raped by Anthony and enslaved. That is to say, even though my dress was sexier than what I wore at that time, it was not indecent like the one I wore last week. I was able to concentrate better on teaching and I was not constantly aroused.

Similarly, the students seemed to be more attentive to what I was saying, so I had more relevant questions during my classes that day.

No one asked me to have sex and even though I like to have sex and I wouldn’t have had a problem having to provide it, I knew I was going to have sex tonight with Jefferson so that didn’t bother me. At least, that’s what I told myself throughout the day.

Yet, at the end of my last class, when Candice Barnes approaches me after everyone has left the classroom except her boyfriend Leo Wright who remains by the door, for a moment I really believe she is going to ask me for sex. Because she is probably the strongest of my students and so I do not see why she would want to talk to me in particular, especially since Leo Wright remains in the class. I have to be honest; I am disappointed when she says: I like your dress Ms. Sigrid, it is much better than what you wore before. Where did you get it?

She’s nice and I appreciate her compliment. Yet at the moment, I have to take it upon myself not to push her onto one of the desks, kiss her while caressing her sex and ask Leo to come help me undress her for a threesome.

I can’t do that, I’m not that much of a slut! I just tell her that it’s a gift, but that I’m going to find out to tell her at our next class.

Before returning home, we did, as I had planned, a big grocery shopping to have healthy foods to make our meals. I have to insist a little not to buy certain products that Jefferson would have liked to buy. Products that are more to his taste, but which are in fact, junk food.

Then I make dinner based on a cookbook the nurse gave me last Saturday. While it cooks, I clean out the cupboards, fridge and freezer to throw out the chips, soft drink, chocolate, ice cream and all the other crap like that.

Of course, there were several breaks by my master to cuddle me. I suspect that it was not only for the pleasure of touching each other, and kissing, but also to try to stop me from throwing away all that junk food. I took the pleasure, but I did not stop cleaning!

Then, after dinner, we go take a shower full of caresses. This is followed by a long sex session that begins with him fucking me quickly and even brutally. He is standing behind me who is leaning over the bed. The position is perfect for his hard cock to sink deep and in a few minutes, I cum. Then, we get into the sixty-nine position and just before I cum again, he gets on top of me in the missionary position and we cum almost at the same time.

When we come back from the shower again, he doesn’t put the collar back on me and we go downstairs to talk. We discuss the organization, how it works, and the slaves.

During Jefferson’s explanations I learned a lot about the organization. It’s much worse and much bigger than I could have thought:

Not surprisingly, the organization considers women practically a sub-race of humanity. Women are only sources of pleasure and income for the majority of the members of the organization.

The worst thing is that as far as he knows, the organization was once bigger, but it was totally destroyed in Canada and almost totally in Europe. However, it is still well established in the United States and Mexico. There are about 70 families + about 130 members. It is difficult to give an exact figure for the number of slaves, but there are probably between 700 and 2000 slaves throughout the United States and Mexico.

When he told me this number of slaves I was surprised. I would have thought it would have been much smaller. Jefferson explained to me that slaves captured through the court system and Hornburg College, as I was, are a minority compared to those taken into slavery through other methods. In fact, when he was a student, there were 3 other Colleges similar to Hornburg, but the organization was completely purged from these other Colleges by the authorities.

Other sources of slaves

Human trafficking: Particularly beautiful young women who are selected and captured from all over the world to be brought to the United States and Mexico. If I hadn’t followed Ivar, it’s likely that I would have been captured that way.

Prostitutes: This is in fact the main source of the organization’s slaves. In their case, it is even easier. They are captured during fictitious police raids. In actuality, they are members of the organization who use disguised vehicles and fake police uniforms.

Girls in the organization: Many families in the organization sell girls to the organization when they are between the ages of 16 and 18. Very often, young women know that their family has slaves and some even take advantage of their family’s slaves themselves. Only when it is too late do they realize the truth.

Lydia Morris is an example of this. Before her forced marriage to James Morris, she went by the name Lydia Keller and lived in Switzerland with her family, whose leader is a powerful member of the organization. Officially, the organization does not exist in Switzerland, but the Keller family has slaves in their huge mansion in the mountains.

In the past, wives were locked up and under heavy surveillance in the family home once married, but this is rarely the case now. Indeed, some have slave collars, but others, like Lydia, are implanted with a tiny device with a powerful poison attached to the back of her skull. If she tries to flee or if she tries to betray the organization, she will die in a few moments. In Lydia’s case, it’s not so much a problem, she accepts her position and enjoys it as much as she can. Her daughter Beth, who takes great advantage of the slaves of the College, and in particular Amanda, will probably be sold to the organization by the end of the year.

The fate of the slaves

Regular prostitution: These women are sex slaves who are locked in rooms to be used by clients like any brothel outside the organization. It is one of the important sources of funds for the organization. These women do not survive very long, because as soon as a slave catches a disease too serious to be treated, she’s killed and her body is never found because the bodies are completely cremated and the ashes dispersed in nature.

The organization’s menageries: There are three places that the organization has named menageries. There is one in Las Vegas, another in Memphis and the third is in New York. Each one has the same objective, which is to give pleasure to members of the organization as well as to a wealthy clientele from all over the world. The menageries are not just brothels, although there are also rooms to enjoy slaves. In these places, women are literally treated as objects. They are put in boxes to use their breasts, mouth, genitals or anus without necessarily seeing the rest of their body. It is also a place where the sadism of masters and customers can give way to the most atrocious abuses, including the killing of slaves.

Organ donation: The slaves are all tested and put into a private bank of potential organ donors. If a client who has the financial means to pay, the slave will be sacrificed to sell the organ in question. In addition, the other organs and tissues of the killed slave will also be put up for sale on the black market.

Cows: This is the official term, but in reality, they are women who have had a child and who are enslaved specifically to give breast milk that is given to the babies of the organization. They have a balanced diet and are well treated compared to many other slaves, but they spend their lives alternating between eating, sleeping and giving milk.

Handmaids: This category of slave can be treated more or less well than the others depending on the master. These women are in charge of cleaning and washing as well as other work in and around their master’s houses. This does not mean, depending on the family, that they are not sexually abused like other slaves.

Wife: Women who are forced to marry a member of the organization are usually treated better, at least as long as they have not given birth to at least 2 boys. Once they have given birth to boys, they can potentially be treated better than other slaves, but they are still slaves.

Members and the operation of the organization

The members of the organization are all, except possibly the senior executives, under close surveillance. This is done via the slaves’ collars, other means of listening and surveillance, but also, of course, by other members of the organization. This is to detect the risk of betrayal by a member.

The risk of betrayal is also reduced by the way the organization works to recruit. Indeed, the organization ensures, when a new master is recruited into the organization, to have levers over the person in question. Generally, this will be done via films showing the person abusing slaves, but in some cases, other documents or evidence of crimes are generated.

Students are normally unaware of how the organization really works. They take advantage of the slaves and know that they must remain silent or face expulsion and even being the target of the organization’s revenge, but do not realize that everything they do for the organization is documented for future use. It is only when they leave the College that they are informed of the real situation in which they find themselves. The majority remain silent and the best candidates are recruited into the organization. Those who refuse to remain silent are found dead in the days following this refusal.

Before returning to his room and putting my necklace back on, I explain my concerns about Kylie. Jeff says he will try to use his influence so that Kylie is sent to a place that is not too bad, in the circumstances. He will not be able to have something more advantageous for her before a better solution is found. For my part, I explain to Jefferson that, despite the size of the organization and the number of slaves, I intend to seek a way to free myself, but also all the other slaves. Even if he says he will help me, I have the impression that he does not believe that it can be done.

I don’t say it, but in fact, I’m a little discouraged. How am I going to put an end to this evil organization? Is it realistic to believe that it will be possible to destroy it and free the slaves?

Fortunately, Jefferson doesn’t attempt to fuck. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me and that he wants like me the end of slavery, but I’m not able to think about fucking now. He takes me in his arms and kisses me in the hair. After a few minutes, I realize that he is asleep, but it takes me a good part of the night before I finally fall into a sleep full of nightmares.

When I get up, despite the little sleep I’ve had, I feel a little better. I can’t do anything at the moment, there’s no point in worrying to much about it. Like yesterday, while Jefferson is getting ready, I cook breakfast.

This time I have to wear Reedland clothes, because Jefferson didn’t have any other clothes for me. Yesterday’s dress got dirty during our activities of the day and Elda’s other clothes (yes, the red dress was one of Elda’s) have taken on a bad smell over time and so he sent them to the dry cleaners. Until they come back from the dry cleaners or better yet until we have time to go together and get me some new clothes, I’ll have to make do with these clothes.

Unlike yesterday, Jefferson doesn’t wait for the dishes to be done, as soon as we finish eating, he takes off his clothes and lays them on a couch, then he walks towards me. He lifts me up and places me on the counter and begins to eat my pussy greedily.

His fingers and expert tongue make me cum very quickly and I lose my balance and end up lying on the counter. I am still in the grip of orgasm when he pushes his hard member into my well lubricated vagina.

Jefferson fucks me like this for a few minutes and then he cums too.

He said to me, in his master’s voice, while getting dressed: Sorry little whore, we don’t have time for more. We’ll see tonight if you’ve worked well at the College.

This Tuesday went by without anything special. Even if my clothes were more revealing than yesterday, I didn’t feel particularly aroused. Maybe the organization was too much in my thoughts? Anyway, I managed to give my lessons efficiently.

Then, when my day was over, I went to see Kylie, Grace and Jenna to see how they were doing. At first glance, everything was fine. They didn’t have any particular adventures to tell since I left. But hey, they don’t know what awaits them at the supposed end of their slavery!

I’m now on my way to Lydia’s art class. This time, despite my concerns, I can’t help but start to get wet with excitement. I’m also a little nervous and have a feeling that this class will be different from the others, because Lydia announced the week before that this week’s class would be my last as an assistant.

As soon as I enter the room, even before the class starts, Lydia approaches me and says near my ear so that only I can hear her: Sigrid, don’t forget that you have to obey and accept what I say no matter what! Because today, it’s going to be your punishment for your absence last Saturday. You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you?

She doesn’t consider that saving Jefferson’s life and taking care of him isn’t reason enough not to go to the Morris? I’m furious, but I don’t show it. I know that it would only bring me trouble.

So, I just nod yes and Lydia laughs, as if we had just exchanged a good joke.

Then, Lydia announces to the class: Today, your work will target the vulva of our model. Sigrid has even accepted the suggestion that will allow students to have work different from one student to another.

I don’t know what she’s getting at, but I think she wasn’t joking when she told me that this class would be a punishment.

Lydia continues: This time, you will be able to observe this part of Sigrid’s body, that is to say her sex, but in addition, each one of you will have 8 minutes individually to be able to manipulate it to have the possibility of observing it from the angle you want.

When she says that, I can see the surprise on the faces of several students. One of the students even says: What?

For my part, I know that I have no choice, but I have already done the math of time versus the number of students and the class will have to last much longer than the usual hour. Probably even more than 2 hours! Two hours of having my sex manipulated by these students. The humiliation will be total this time. Not to mention that, despite everything, I feel the excitement rising in me even more.

Lydia continues: In addition, since despite the extra time for the course you probably won’t have time to finish the work, you will have the right to take pictures with your cell phones. Of course, you must only take pictures of Mrs. Sigrid Larsen’s sex and certainly not her face! In addition, you must not distribute or keep them. Once the work is finished, you must destroy them.

As if none of the students were going to keep and possibly distribute images of my genitals!

Lydia continues her explanations: I will name the students and make sure that each one does not exceed the 8 minutes allotted.

Fifteen male and female students are going to handle my genitals and even take pictures of it! After everything that has happened to me since the beginning of my slavery, I shouldn’t find this so humiliating, but I do.

Lydia makes me sit on the usual wooden bench, lying with my buttocks close to the edge and my legs spread. She also gives me a big cushion so that I can have my upper body a little elevated. It’s supposedly for my comfort, but it’s probably more to make sure that I can see the students looking at me and touching my sex. Besides, as if to confirm my fears, Lydia leans over me and whispers in my ear: You keep your eyes open and watch the students doing their work. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything!

Then it begins.

The first person who is named is a woman. She takes pictures, but doesn’t touch me at all and she seems almost as embarrassed as I am, if that’s possible. In fact, she finished well before the 8-minute mark. Then, another student comes to take her place and even if she seems a little less embarrassed, as for the first, she doesn’t touch me and only takes pictures.

Then, Finn Quinto approaches with a big smile and settles down near my sex. Having fucked me at the end of each class during all the session, he knows my sex well. That doesn’t stop him from taking pictures, some of which I’m sure show my face, before moving his hand towards my sex. He touches my lips to move them a little before taking another picture. After that, he starts to gently caress my clitoris with one hand and with the other, he pushes a finger into my vagina.

I don’t want to be excited, but after a few minutes, my excitement is rising more and more. One thing is for sure, he knows how to play with a clitoris and a woman’s sex! I have a hard time keeping calm and not showing my excitement. Especially since I’m getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Luckily, Finn stops just in time, takes a few more pictures before getting up.

Next, it’s Jimmy Paulson’s turn. Like Finn, he manipulates my vulva and my clitoris. Even if he’s not as gentle as Finn and doesn’t put his fingers in my vagina, I feel the excitement rising again. But he also stops before I orgasm.

I find myself between the relief of not cumming while all the students watch me have my pussy manipulated and the frustration of not cumming.

For several minutes, there are other students. Some of them just take pictures, but several, following Finn and Jimmy’s example, also touch my sex. Not caresses, just manipulations to take pictures with my lips in slightly different positions. So, nothing to make my excitement rise again fortunately.

That’s when Lydia calls Monika Swan. I see on her face with her mischievous smile, as soon as she approaches, that she wants to play with my sex. Yes, she takes a few pictures, but then she starts to caress my clitoris and she even pushes one then two fingers into my vagina. From time to time, she looks at me and gives me a smile. The excitement rises again in me, but she too stops at the moment when I really feared that she was going to make me explode in an orgasm.

Then there is another series of male and female students. Those who touch me do so obviously more to be able to observe my sex more closely than to excite me. Some touch my clitoris or even stick a finger in my vagina, but not for long. They seem a little embarrassed to have done it. None of them increase the excitement by these manipulations.

Then it’s Tomas Bassett’s turn. He only takes one picture, which is obviously with my face clearly visible, and then he starts to caress me aggressively. So much so that it’s not exciting, but slightly painful. At least at first. Because eventually, he starts to be a little gentler and the excitement builds up in me again. Luckily, Lydia announces that its Samantha Turner’s turn before I have an orgasm.

Samantha is another math student of mine. She approaches and takes a few pictures and only touches me with her fingertips before getting up and approaching my face. She then said to me, in a voice that was obviously disgusted and loud enough for the other students to hear: Are you turned on by this? You’re such a slut!

I am mortified. The worst part is that in fact, she is kind of right. I let myself be touched and even masturbated by students, male and female, and I like it. And that was without counting all the other things I do outside of art class.

When Samantha returns to her seat, a woman’s voice says: Look at me Sigrid!

By reflex, I look towards the voice and it is Kelley Sevigny who has called out to me. She points the lens of her camera at me and obviously, she is making a video. The worst part is that several others are doing the same thing!

Obviously, Lydia will not say anything. She looks at her watch without worrying about what the students are doing.

Over the next few minutes, there are other students. I didn’t count, but I think we’re nearing the end of this nightmare. That’s when Lydia announces that it’s Korbin Bates’ turn. He starts to stroke me gently, in order to get me excited again. I’m getting close to the orgasm that I’ve been denied throughout the class.

I know he’ll stop before I cum and even though it’s frustrating, it’s better than cumming in front of the students!

Except that Korbin doesn’t stop! He caresses me just the right way and turns me on more and more. Suddenly, he sticks not 1 or 2, but three fingers into my vagina. He fucks me quickly with his fingers and I can’t take it anymore, I explode in a powerful orgasm, without being able to hold back. Not only that, but I can’t help but let out a cry of pleasure that is obvious to everyone in the room.

Korbin gets up and part of the class, including Lydia, applauds. I close my eyes and rest my head on the cushion. I hear Lydia giving instructions for the work to be done with the photos of my genitals and then the students seem to leave the room if I trust the sound.

Still keeping my eyes closed, I hear several students talking about me and how I’m a horny slut for cumming in front of the whole class just by having my sex handled like that.

Suddenly, hands grab me by the arms and legs and I open my eyes.

It’s the usual four students who carry me to the exercise mat on which they place me.

As usual Lydia lifts her dress and sits over my mouth and I start caressing her pussy with my mouth and tongue. It’s been a while since I started my cunilingus on Lydia’s sex and I’m starting to think that the students have left when suddenly my legs are grabbed by hands spreading them. Then a cock sinks into my sex. I’d like to say I’m not excited, but that would be a lie. My pussy can hardly be more lubricated and ready for their hard cocks. One after the other, they fuck me. I cum again two more times before they are done with me.

When there is no dick fucking me for a while, Lydia cums one last time on my mouth before getting up.

Before leaving, Lydia said to me: This time you need to be at my place Saturday from 9am or you’re really going to pay for it!

I get up after several minutes, then get dressed before heading to Jefferson’s office.

During the trip in the car, I don’t say anything and Jefferson seems to understand that something is wrong, but he waits until we are home.

As soon as we get to the house, Jefferson uses his master voice and says: Now my little whore, you’re going to clean yourself, you stink! Then, we’re going to have fun with your body!

He takes off my collar and I put my clothes at the entrance, then I go into the shower.

In the shower, I start to cry without really knowing why. Nothing worse has happened than many other times.

I stay in the shower for a long time and eventually, I feel better. I dry myself off and go join Jefferson in the bedroom.

When I arrive, Jefferson is naked and at that moment, I think he is going to want to make love immediately, but fortunately, he takes me by the hand and makes me sit on the bed while he settles on an armchair. He asks me, obviously worried: What happened?

I then explain my day and in particular the art class, with Lydia’s punishment. How the students saw me being sexually excited and even cumming under the fingers of one of them. And also, the fact that I came again when the four students repeatedly fucked me.

I end by saying, on the verge of crying: They are monsters! I wouldn’t want to cum when they humiliate me and abuse me, but I can’t help it!

Jefferson replies: You realize Sigrid that you’ve been cumming regularly with them for weeks and even, if what some of them told me, you were aroused almost constantly during your classes. What has changed? Wouldn’t it be because of everything I told you about the organization?

I take a few moments to think about it and I realize that he is right. Before I knew the truth, I had become almost addicted to sex and I didn’t think it was so bad. There is the fact that I know the truth now, but there is something else that I realize only at that moment. I say: Yes, there is that, but there is also the fact that we love each other and I feel, in a way, that I am betraying you when they make me cum. Besides you, you only have sex with me!

Jefferson, who had his hands on his knees, stands up and spreads his legs, smiling: “Do I look jealous?” I started getting hard as soon as you started talking about what happened to you in Lydia’s class.

And indeed, his cock is obviously very hard! I’m about to answer when he adds: It will probably take a very long time before we find a solution to free you. I don’t want you to spend all this time suffering and being unhappy. If you can take pleasure in these abuses, you should not deprive yourself of it because of me! As for having sex with other women, I think I’m simply too old to be able to satisfy others than you.

At these words, it was as if a real weight disappeared from my shoulders.

He walks towards me and I get up to hug him. We remain silent for a moment, then I take his cock in my hand saying: You’re probably right, I should not make myself suffer and take advantage of opportunities to have sex with others, but it’s still this cock that I prefer.