Thru the eyes of McKenzie — Chapter 2—Campus Slaves

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Chapter 2

Willie hadn’t been to a college campus in five months. The last time he captured three girls. It was known that when Willie’s red van sat in a parking lot soon girls would be approached and enticed to follow. Those that did were led to the red van. If they got close enough there would be no escape. Willie would jump out of the van and the man who let them would move behind them.

They were never given a choice to comply or chance to escape. Once inside the van the girls would be told to strip, then to bow their heads. They would not see the collars coming to snap around their necks. Their attention fixed on the gags coming for their mouths. Small, mouth-sized phallus shaped silicone with square leather patch at the base.

The first instinct of the girls was to touch one or the other, the metal ring around their necks as the metal clasp clicked closed, or the thick patch of black leather covering their mouths. That too would be pre-empted, their hands quickly pulled behind them and put into handcuffs or zip-ties.

One by one the new captives would be pulled forward, forced onto their knees, their midriffs put over small wooden supports that kept their backs horizontal level enough to serve as a table… and sometime were used as a table, a cold drink set on a back so it wouldn’t spill, paddles or whips set on a back so that captive could feel the weight of the tool that soon would be used to punish them.

When the men were ready to climb into the captain chairs at front of the van, any captive would be solidly secured to the van’s floor, knees and ankles locked to the floor, an enticing picture to gaze at, ready for a little doggie action once the van was no longer on campus property.

Willie would turn the radio on to the hard rock station and rock out to the tunes playing, covering the miles home with talk of training the new acquisitions.

They most enjoyed times they could snag more than one but that didn’t happen often. Where high school girls traveled in gaggles, college chics mostly walked alone. If they did have a walking companion it would be someone they conversed with as they left class, too absorbed to be enticed toward the red van. If it was or someone they ran into on their way to class, the pair would move at a quick pace, no attention given to anything but making class on time, so it was a special day indeed when Willie and friends scored a multiple hit.

Today, it was decided it should be Willie himself to approach potential candidates. One girl in particular they wanted to snag, hopefully one who came willingly. Looking at her picture, he memorized features of her face, details of tight blue shorts and an Augustana University t-shirt.

It didn’t take long. The photo had been snapped as she walked to class. The campus was busy right now, lunch between classes prompting crowds of people. She would have to walk past the tennis courts if she wanted lunch… there was a chance that she wouldn’t, then she’d walk the other direction toward the dorms or maybe a point halfway between those two if she needed the school Library or Administration offices.

It was a contest after each acquisition to see how long it took to tame that girl, the transformation deemed complete when the one trained became totally submissive. Once deemed thoroughly “broken in” or “trained” Willie would send word to his contact in Mexico — a notorious Mexican drug cartel, Las Ligas, making an easy $25,000 if deemed an ‘Exclusively trained by Willie’. A mark of excellence for anyone seeking a sexy slut-slave.

Willie clambered out of the van, no easy feat when he stood six foot-five. He was 6 ft 5 inches tall with a muscular dark chest. Today in the July heat he wore only dark grey shorts. The string tie was undone. Watching his target walk out of the science building his cock bulged, throbbed with desire in his shorts.

There were two walking with her one female, one male. No reconnaissance had been done on the second girl. She was pretty enough that he’d take her as well. Walking up to them, he flashed two Ben Franklins. “Two hundred dollars for each one who follows me to the van.

His target hesitated. The girl beside her seemed curious, eager to learn more. The boy was Nate, the name heard just before Willie stopped them, froze like a deer caught in the headlights. When McKenzie hesitated, he took shoved both offerings of $200 toward Nate with the demand to leave and keep his mouth closed.

The girls looked shocked, then pouty, for a split second wondered what would have happened to keep that money for themselves.

“You won’t need it,” Willie chirped as the van pulled up and the doors splayed wide. Willie shoved his target, McKenzie inside. The one still inside the van reached out to grab the arm of her companion. Once inside the girls were told to strip even as the van clunked into drive and pulled away, anxious now to leave University property.

Watching McKenzie’s eyes grow wide, Willie couldn’t help but smirk. “The stories you have heard are true. You’re no longer free McKenzie. Had you accepted the $200, you’d be our toy. Now you’re our slave. To emphasize his announcement a black collar appeared and quickly fastened around her neck. Before she could raise her arms to fight the collar her wrists were cuffed and locked behind her back. A ball gag was shoved in her mouth and her ankles cuffed to the floor.

Willie produced a paddle ready to show her what resistance would cost her. Once away from the University, the van picked up speed, stopped at a remote spot with an old, abandoned farmhouse. Next, came the most humiliating moment of her life. Willie hung her from the bared rafters.

Holding the wooden paddle where she could see it, he verbally taunted her. “Before I removed your gag, I want you to understand what must be done if you do not want to suffer the bite of this paddle. First step is to give a good taste of this paddle.” He paused to watch emotion subtly transform her features. Distrust first, then fear, potent enough to make her breaths come faster than before.

The first swat stung a bit but left a delicious warming through her buttocks that spread to her pussy as the second swat came, causing a groan that slowly ground through the gag.

Five more swats and she was whimpering. At eleven swats she struggled to speak. “Calm down, hita. We have ten more to go. “No, no,” came muted protests around the gag. Taking pity on her Willie removed the gag.

“Please no more swats.” Then memory of Willie Tales whispered around campus made McKenzie recite what the whispers insisted he wanted to hear. “Fuck me! Please don’t hit me! Fuck me! Give me a pretty black baby for my womb to nest.”

Not certain if he believed her, none before her had ever caved so quickly, He merely responded with the briefest of smiles. “No, hita. no bargains until you absorb ten more swats. As I deliver them, I want you to repeat the line I am about to give you.

First, you will say it in Spanish. Then, repeat it in English. As soon as you finish the first, you will immediately recite the second. Once a Spanish recitation is done followed by the English version, you will immediately begin the next pair. Do not stop for more than to take a fresh breath or the number of swats required will double. Listen closely because I do not want to repeat it.

“Si Las Ligas te agarran… ya no te sueltan,” It was the club motto, a mantra to show respect or at least awe of the club's members. “If Las Ligas get hold of you… they never let you go.”

Willie had made her say it before beginning the final eleven swats first in Spanish then in English, reinforcing mentally and verbally what fate had brought them to. “Las Ligas, also known the Binders. It is your fate, your Destiny, exactly where the Universe has always meant for you to be.”

Mentally tracing the tears that had already dried, Willie stroked Mckenzies cheek, brushed away a wisp of her hair. Then, please with the way her body shuddered, a soft, deep, sultry voice asked,

“Shall we continue?”

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