No Escape

Chapter 7

The week ended and Symphony was thrilled throughout the entire experience. It was painful at times. It was humiliating often. But it was the change that she needed. She felt alive again.

At the end of the Saturday night party, Cliff had claimed his prize. He chose to stay in his parents' home for the night rather than take her back to the dorm. While he would have loved to show off the beautiful blonde slavegirl to his friends, he decided to enjoy her alone instead. He did not want to share his prize.

He had amazing stamina and recuperative powers. Each fuck lasted an hour or so and, within thirty minutes of climaxing, he would be ready to go again. He was also incredibly creative. She was bound in ways that she never even imagined as he fucked her. And every available orifice was utilized. They did finally drift off to sleep at about five AM but by seven he was pounding his cock into her ass again. He kept up the sex until his time expired at noon.

"How was your slavegirl?" asked Heather when he finally led the bound and bedraggled Symphony downstairs to the kitchen where Heather was having a cup of coffee.

"She's a keeper," he replied. "I have added her to my Christmas list for this year. You could wrap her and place her under the tree for me."

Heather smiled. "Yes, she's definitely a keeper. You might just find her under the tree on Christmas morning. Do you want breakfast or have you already filled yourself on her milk?"

"Oh, I want breakfast. I'm starved. I drank her milk last night and it was delicious but I conked out soon after. So I've laid off of it this morning."

"What would you like?" asked Heather.

"Just a bowl of cereal; with Symphony's milk. Do we have a pump or something we can attach to her?"

Heather laughed. "No, I'm afraid we don't have a breast pump. But we have the two girls from last night still. I could have them milk the girl."

For the next twenty minutes, Symphony knelt on all fours on the table as the two milkmaids coaxed her milk out of her into the two bowls placed beneath her breasts. Again, she was humiliated beyond belief as she was treated like a human cow.

They chatted between themselves as their fingers squeezed and slid over the supple flesh. As she listened to their banter, Symphony realized that they had been part of the entertainment too. They talked about the various partygoers and compared notes on the sizes of cocks and the demands of the mistresses.

The rest of the week was also thrilling. But Tuesday finally arrived. She was collected by the same two males and delivered to the No Escape headquarters. Erika and Tracy spent an hour with her, interviewing her, before they gave her clothes and returned her to her home.

"What did you like best about it?" asked Tracy.

"The helplessness, I suppose. I didn't have to worry about making any decisions since there was nothing I could do or change."

"What did you like least about it?" asked Erika.

"The helplessness, I suppose. It was terrifying to have no say in what you did or what was done to you."

They did not ask about the actual activities that Symphony had experienced. They were more interested in how she felt about the experience during the week and now that it was over.

"Did you feel safe?" asked Tracy.

"Yes and no," replied Symphony. "I felt somewhat threatened and vulnerable the whole week. My fate was in their hands and I had no control. But they did not seem like cruel people. It's not like they harmed me. And it's not like I worried that they would actually kidnap me or something. And Erika's visits did a lot to make me safe."

"I enjoyed the visits too," smiled Erika. Symphony giggled. Tracy raised her eyebrows, wondering what the giggling was all about.

"One last question," said Tracy. "Would you consider doing it again? And why or why not?"

"Oh yes," gushed Symphony. "I want to do it as often as I can. I have already figured out how I can do it again next month. It can only be for a long weekend next time but I just have to do it again soon. It was the most thrilling week of my life!"

A month went by and the day for Symphony's collection arrived. The males arrived early this time and once again forced their way into her house. A hand was clamped over her mouth and another arm wrapped around her body, holding her in place. The second male bound her ankles and then bound her wrists behind her back. A ball was stuffed into her mouth and straps were buckled behind her head to hold it in place. She did not struggle. She knew the routine and it didn't make any sense at all for her to hurt the men or hurt herself. Besides, it was thrilling enough without any struggling. She could feel the adrenalin coursing through her veins and could feel her pussy getting damp with arousal.

The routine was a little different this time. Instead of delivering her with her clothes on, they stripped her. One man held her upright as the second man produced a knife. The t-shirt and shorts were the first to go. Then, with three quick slices, her bra fell to the floor. The knife-wielding male paused in his chore for a moment to grab the full breasts and squeeze them harshly, causing Symphony to grunt through her gag. Finally, two quick slices relieved her of her panties.

Then they did something else that was different from her first time. They bent her over the back of the sofa and then, one at a time, they fucked her. Symphony was in heaven as the massive cocks filled her. She rubbed herself against the sofa trying to give herself an orgasm. She wasn't able to get the right friction, though, because of the way her legs were tied together. But it was still a very gratifying sexual experience as two loads of sperm flooded her sex.

After they fucked her, one of the males produced a syringe. She watched wide-eyed as the needle was plunged into her arm and the contents of the syringe were emptied into her. She was sleeping soundly within mere moments. The men packed her into a box that they had brought and carried her back to the waiting van. Then, one of the men went back into the house to gather the ruined clothes and make sure there was no evidence of the collection.

Sam and Ray arrived at Symphony's house at the appointed time, an hour later. When nobody opened the door after they knocked, they tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked. They let themselves in and searched the house but found it empty. Then they returned to the No Escape to Paradise headquarters.

"Do you have another team of collectors?" asked Sam when they found Erika.

"No, just you two," she replied.

Then she must have just changed her mind. She wasn't home. But I thought it was odd that there were some broken rope fibers in the front entryway and what looked like semen stains on the top of the couch. They were still wet."

Erika's eyes flew open wide at the news. "Oh my!" The girl hadn't been collected by her company's team. But she had definitely been collected by someone.