Four
A few hours later the lawn was filled with their friends. A couple of
the women, feminists, started arguing about how sexist society was,
and how women were perceived as mens' playthings.
Julian had to hide his smile. The women were sitting, as it happened,
right above the underground bomb shelter that now contained two
moaning, naked, young girls who were to be sold as sex slaves.
He agreed with them completely, of course. It wouldn't have been
politically correct not to. At the same time he wondered why those two
would possibly care. He wouldn't get two cents for either of the ugly
bitches.
One had brought her daughter, though, and he glanced at her
appraisingly several times. Good product, he thought, knowing at the
same time what heights of fury, of rage, her mother would reach if she
could read his mind.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more interesting the idea
was. He didn't know the woman all that well... she was his wife's
friend, after all, and knew her daughter hardly at all. Her
disappearance, in a few days, say, wouldn't be linked to him in any
way. His name would never even come up.
And after the hot assed little bitch had been properly trained, maybe
he'd have her make a video for mummy, a video where she crawled on her
knees and licked his toes, sucked his cock and begged to be fucked.
Wouldn't mummy like to see that, he grinned?
Yes, that idea was quite appealing. The girl had a sweet, small,
round face, long, luscious, soft brown hair that tumbled over her
shoulders like silk. She had a long, slender body with good, sold
looking breasts. She'd sell, all right, sell for a good price. Better
yet, she was Jewish. His Arab customers would pay big for that.
He could have some fun and make an extra profit. As an added bonus,
she'd had her head filled with all that feminist shit, and thought of
herself as an equal. Wouldn't it be fun to make her whine and whimper
about what a cheap whore she was, and how she was built for fucking
and sucking!
The girls were quiet when he went downstairs the next day. In Lisa's
case, of course, the ball-gag made her silence mandatory. The
disoriented girl had been hanging upside down for something like
twenty hours now, so it was unlikely she'd have anything meaningful to
say in any case.
He went over to Sara's and gripped her hair, lifting her chin off her
chest.
"Are we having fun yet?" he asked.
She blinked her eyes at him dazedly.
"How do the arms feel?"
She whimpered and he laughed, letting her head go.
"Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" he asked.
"Y...y..yesss," she croaked.
"That's nice."
He unclipped her arms and let her tumble to the floor, then stepped
back. She groaned and hugged herself, shaking as the numbness began to
leave her wrists and arms and pain flooded in. He left her for some
minutes while he inspected Lisa, making sure all was right with her,
then returned to find her lying on the floor, groaning weakly.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Sara. I thought you were
going to be a good girl, then you turn out to be a disobedient little
slut."
He went into the other room and got a bowl of water, then brought it
back to her. He held it under her mouth as she drank desperately,
gulping down the water until there was nothing left.
"Are you ready to make it up to me?"
"Ye...ye..yessss. Maaaasster," she groaned.
"All right then, get some clothes and do a strip tease for me. I want
to make sure you haven't forgotten how it's done."
"Oh, I remember. I remember!" she panted, stumbling across the room
to where he kept some sexy lingerie and slutty clothes.
She quickly pulled on a G-string, then fumbled with a garter belt.
She got that on, added a French bra, pulled on stockings, then
shrugged on a tight top and long, slitted skirt.
He turned on the radio and she began to sway to the music, making her
eyes slits as she slid her hands up and down her body and moaned low
in her throat. She swirled and twirled, humping and jerking in awkward
time to the music, peeling off her top, then her skirt, then
continuing the dance in her underwear.
She slid the bra off, then tauntingly covered her breasts with her
arms, then her hands before baring them entirely. She cupped and
stroked and squeezed them, then slid her hands up over her head and
shook her breasts at him, eyes bright with desperate passion.
She turned and shook her bottom at him, then peeled her G-string down
and off, dancing and humping and shaking her bottom back and forth.
It wasn't bad, he decided. It wasn't great but it would do for a
start. No doubt her new owner would teach her more and give her more
experience. He stood up and moved across the room to check on the
other slut.
She wasn't doing much, of course. He pulled the blindfold off, and
her eyes fluttered dazedly. He snorted and removed her gag, then
turned off the voltage going to the vibrators and pulled them out. He
turned and went over to Sara, who'd stopped dancing.
He pulled her over in front of Lisa and handed her the riding crop.
"There's your target," he said, sliding his hand onto Lisa's pussy
mound. "Whip her pussy as hard as you can. Keep doing it until I tell
you to stop."
Sara whimpered, then raised the crop and brought it down against the
soft, exposed pussy. Lisa groaned and trembled, but was too numbed and
dazed to feel the full force of the pain. Sara sent the crop whistling
down against her pussy again, then again, trying to crack her wrist in
the way he'd shown her when whipping the doll.
The riding crop lashed into the pussy and made it burn hot and deep,
slowly driving through the mist that had settled around Lisa's mind.
She started to whimper and groan louder, started to jerk under the
impact of the cruel beating.
She cried out in pain then, began sobbing and moaning and whining,
her body shaking as the crop lashed her pussy mound.
Sara faltered, whimpering and looking back at him as though he would
tell her to stop. He glared, and she turned and continued to whipping,
though tentatively.
He cursed and gripped her hair hard, jerking her head back as he tore
the crop out of her hands. "Go behind her, you cheap whore!" he
snarled.
Whimpering, Sara scuttled around behind the other girl and peered at
him through her legs.
"Reach down and grip her pussy lips, then pull them open," he
ordered.
Sara did as she was ordered, gently tugging the moaning, whimpering
girl's fuck lips open to reveal the pink flesh inside.
"Wider! Wider! Split that bitch's cunt open, whore!"
Sara pulled wider, though the girl's pussy lips were already hard and
tight. She grunted with effort as she pulled them as far apart as her
strength would permit, feeling some sympathy for the moaning girl.
Then he brought the riding crop whistling down and slashed it right
into the exposed pink flesh.
Lisa shrieked in agony, her entire body thrashing and shaking in
wild, maddened pain. Sara yelped at the nearness of the blow to her
fingers and let go of the brunette's pussy lips, jumping back a
little.
"I didn't tell you to let go, you slut!" he yelled. "Spread the
bitch's lips again! NOW!"
Sara gulped in fear, then leaned in and pulled Lisa's pussy lips
apart again, straining and stretching the tight, elastic pussy lips
wide, wide open. This time she was ready for the whistling crop, and
only flinched a little as they smacked down into the pussy meat
between her fingers.
Lisa screamed in agony again, her body shaking and convulsing in pain
as her sensitive pussy flesh was beaten so cruelly. Again the crop
whistled down, again she howled in mindless agony as the pain tore
through her body.
Again the crop whistled down, and this time caught the edges of
Sara's fingers. She yelped and jerked them back in pain, stuffing them
into her mouth as they throbbed hotly.
"You stinking whore!" he snarled.
He came around Lisa and grabbed her by the hair, then dragged her
under another chain. He jerked her hands up high and, ignoring her
whimpers and begging, locked her wrists above her head.
She sobbed in misery as he moved around behind her and raised the
crop, then screamed as it cut into her round buttocks.
"I've been too gentle with you, slut," he growled as he slashed the
crop across her back. "I've been too soft, too nice." The crop hissed
through the air and bit her between the shoulder blades. "I should
have beaten you down into the dirt long ago!" The crop lashed across
her back, then her buttocks, then her shoulders.
She howled in pain, jerking and straining and pulling against the
chains in hopeless agony.
He came closer and grabbed her hair, jerking her head painfully far
back. "You need to learn real discipline, slut!" he snapped.
He drew the crop up and then lashed it across her straining breasts,
cutting a line across the perfect white mammaries, a line of fiery
pain that made the blonde scream and jerk agonized response. Again the
crop lashed her breasts, then again, making the soft meat bounce and
shake and jiggle.
He stepped back then lashed the crop across her belly, then her
thighs, then up higher, across her ribs, then onto her breasts again.
"Dirty stinking whore!" he yelled, cracking the crop against her soft
flesh again and again.
He walked in circles around her, lashing her sides and hips, her legs
and arms and breasts and back and buttocks. Then he hooked her ankles
high and whipped her pussy until her screams became little more than
grunts and the semi-conscious girl's eyes were closed.
He turned his attention to the brunette, leaving Sara hanging
senselessly from her wrists. He saw the girl watching him in fear and
smiled. The lesson would have helped her, as well.
He slowly lowered her to the ground and unlocked her ankles and
wrists. He fetched water for her and waited patiently for her to
overcome her dizziness and nausea. then gulp down the water.
"Are we learning anything, slut?"
"Y...yeesss, Ma...masster," she said in a ragged voice.
"And what is it you're learning, slut?"
"I-I..must obey you, master."
"That's right, whore. You must obey my every order, immediately. You
don't need to think about it. You only need to do it at once."
"Yes, master."
"How does your pussy feel slut? Was it fun having the vibrator up
your twat all night?"
"Ye...yes, Master," she said.
"Good. Let me see you play with yourself. Jerk off for me, slut."
She stared at him for a second, then looked down at her naked,
battered body. She sat back and began to rub her hands over herself,
squeezing her breasts, then rubbing her fingers against her sore
pussy. He could see her clenching her teeth against the pain, but she
was doing as she'd been ordered.
He sat back in amusement. He didn't need to punish her more because
she was doing it herself. It must indeed be agony rubbing her fingers
against the swollen pussy meat he'd just beaten.
"Finger fuck yourself, whore," he called out.
"Ye..yes, master," she said in a strained and shaken voice.
She slowly wriggled her fingers into her pussy opening and pumping
them in and out as she stroked her clitty.
"More fingers. In fact, shove your whole hand up your cunt."
She looked up at him in fear.
"Now!" he glowered.
"Yes, Master!" she gulped.
She moaned and winced as she began to work her hand against her pussy
opening. She formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and was
trying to work them into her pussy. It clearly hurt, but she continued
to try, twisting them from side to side, grunting and groaning and
straining as she panted for breath.
"I have a much bigger hand than you do, slut," he called out. "But I
bet I can get mine in there if you can't push yours inside."
"I'll do it, Master!" she panted despairingly. "I'll do it!"
"Then hurry up. I'm tired of waiting!" he growled.
He watched as her knuckles slowly eased through her taut, straining
pussy lips and the heel of her hand followed. Her face was a mask of
pain and she moaned and whimpered as her pussy burned. Then her hand
passed through her slit and went up into her pussy tunnel, and the
pressure eased as her pussy lips closed around her wrist.
"That's it, slut," he said approvingly.
He went over to her and took her legs, which she had drawn up and
back already, bending them further back. He locked each ankle to the
floor above her head, but apart, so her bottom was high in the air and
much of her weight was balanced on her shoulders. Her crotch gaped,
her hand tightly embedded in her sex.
He gazed down at her arms, in between her spread and gaping thighs.
"I bet your arms are cold," he smiled. "Push your hand deeper into you
twat. Shove it down there to the elbow."
"I...I...Yes, master," she said dazedly.
Excellent, he thought. She was going to say she couldn't but had
decided not to. Luckily for her. He knew, having done this sort of
thing for quite some time, that the distance between her knuckles and
her elbow was probably about twelve inches. She could get it up to her
elbow given enough...encouragement.
She groaned and strained, sliding her hands from side to side,
screwing and jerking it slowly and gently to work it deeper. He saw
her wrist sliding, very slowly, through the girl's pussy lips, and
watched as more and more of it moved inside.
She gave a gasp, but continued pushing her hand inside, her fear of
angering him outweighing all other considerations. Her forearm slid
slowly into her pussy, making her pussy lips strain wider, increasing
her pain.
"Go on, bitch. Shove it up to the elbow or I'll shove mine in there
all the way to the fuckin' shoulder," he growled.
She moaned and whined but continued to slowly force her hand deeper.
"Tell me when you touch your cervix," he said in amusement.
A minute later she did, and looked up at him with wide, frightened
eyes.
"Close your hand into a fist, then shove the fist in deeper," he
said, smiling.
She groaned, but did as he ordered, slowly closing her fingers one at
a time, pulling them in against her palm, clawing them across the
tightly strained elastic walls of her pussy tunnel until she had
formed a hard, thick ball inside her guts. Then, obeying a primal fear
of him, she slowly screwed it in deeper.
The pain mounted. The deeper her hand moved the more of her forearm
slid through her pussy lips, and the more of it that went inside the
wider it got. Sweat beaded her forehead and she gnashed her teeth
against the intensity of the agony that was rippling through her. She
felt like she was giving birth, only in reverse.
Then she felt her elbow against her pussy lips. She let out a
desperate moan of relief, and looked up at him.
"Naaah, push it in to the shoulder," he said.
Her eyes widened in horror and he laughed.
"Okay, okay," he said. "That's deep enough... as long as you push
your other arm up your asshole."
Her lips quivered and she began to sob. He snorted and went to the
table, coming back with a squeeze bottle of lubricating oil. He shoved
the nozzle into her wrinkled anal opening and squeezed hard, spurting
oil up her rectum. He pulled the nozzle out and squeezed it over her
free hand, soaking it in glistening oil.
"See how nice I am?" he demanded. "I'm making it easy for you. Now go
ahead and start. First the fingers, then the wrist...go on, do it."
Again he was pleased when she made no effort to plead with him. She
eased her fingers against her anus and slowly worked one up inside to
the knuckle. It was awkward, what with the position she was in, and
her other arm already in her pussy to the elbow, but she managed to
pump first one, then two, then three fingers in her anus.
She twisted them around inside herself as she pumped them, then
slowly added a forth, groaning as she strained to open her rectum wide
enough. He sat down and watched in amusement as she strained and
sobbed and moaned in pain, and slowly worked her wedged fingers into
her rectum.
Her anus strained wide around her knuckles, and her face was a mask
of pain once again, then they slid through and her heel followed. Her
whole hand slid down into her rectum, and the opening closed around
her wrist.
"There. See. That wasn't hard," he smiled. "Now the rest. Up to the
elbow like your pussy."
She cried out several times, sobbing and whimpering and groaning as
her wrist slid up into her anus and her forearm followed. Her teeth
clenched and unclenched, gnashed and snapped, her lips drew back into
a snarl of effort, then quivered as she wept. Her eyes closed, then
clenched then widened as her arm slowly moved down into her rectum.
Until her elbow was against the opening. She stared up at him in
shock and dazed relief.
"Very good," he smiled. "You look very sweet. We'll have to take a
picture of you like this." So I can send it to your mother."
He snickered at her expression.
Lisa proved to be perhaps the most obedient girl he'd ever trained.
She showed little enthusiasm for things, the way Sara could, but she
obeyed his slightest whim without protest, whether that meant shoving
her arms up her belly or crawling on the floor to lick his toes.
She drank his urine willingly, whether it came from his cock or he
set it out in a bowl for her. She ate dog food, masturbated, crawled
across the floor and "fetched" for him with her teeth, or whipped Sara
with the riding crop.
She showed none of the reluctance Sara had displayed in that last
instance. When ordered, she would whip the blonde girl mercilessly, on
her back, breasts or pussy. It didn't seem to matter at all to her.
She was given a strap-on dildo and fucked Sara's pussy and rectum with
whatever speed and force he desired.
Sara soon became frightened to even be around the brunette, which
Julian found amusing, and made use of.
The two girls were standing naked in front of him, Sara smiling
hopefully, Lisa's face unemotional, as always, when he turned to the
darker girl.
"See this slut blonde here?" he demanded.
"Yes, master," she said, eyeing Sara.
"She has a pretty face, doesn't she?"
"Yes, master."
"I don't want you to ever punch her there. You can punch her anywhere
else, but not there. There you can only slap her.
"Yes, master," she said.
Sara looked at her nervously.
"Lisa?"
"Yes, master."
"Beat the shit out of this little slut blonde for me."
"Please, no, master!" Sara whimpered.
"Yes, Master!" Lisa said.
She turned and slammed her fist into Sara's belly, making her grunt
and fold over. She grabbed the blonde's hair and threw her back
against the wall, then slammed her knee up into her pussy with brutal
strength.
Sara's eyes rolled and crossed and her mouth opened and closed in
dazed pain.
Lisa punched her hard in the right breast, then in the belly, then
drove a roundhouse right fist into her side. Sara cried out and
twisted over, only to get a left in the belly. She fell to her knees
and took a two handed blow to the back of the neck which drove her to
the floor.
Lisa dragged her up by the hair and sank her fists into the blonde's
breast again and again, then kneed her in the pussy and threw her into
the wall. Sara fell to the floor again and Lisa kicked her in the
side, then in the pussy, then in the ribs, then reached down and
grabbed her hair, dragging her up again.
Sara flounced helplessly, and as she was on her side Lisa stomped
down on her left breast, crushing it against the floor. Sara howled in
pain and writhed desperately, rolling into the other girl's leg and
pulling her breast free.
She tried to crawl away but Lisa kicked her directly in the pussy
again, throwing her on the face on the floor. Her eyes dull, vacant,
uncaring, Lisa dropped to her knees, jerked the other girl's leg up
and punched her again and again in the pussy.
Sara seemed incapable of defending herself as the slightly larger
brunette pounded her fists into her belly and sides, hammered her
knees and feet up into her pussy, and twisted and pulled at her arms
and hair almost at will.
"Enough," he said. "Make love to her now."
With barely a pause, like a robot, Lisa pushed the other girl onto
her back and began to kiss her, sliding her hands slowly across the
bruised, red breasts as she brought her lips down on Sara's.
He shook his head in admiration. This girl would jump off a cliff if
he asked it. He watched as she sucked on Sara's nipples, licked the
tears off her cheeks, then slid down her body and began licking and
sucking on the blonde's pussy.
He started thinking about keeping Lisa for himself, using her as a
helper to break in new girls. It would save him an awful lot of time
down here if he could get her to do most of the work. Oh, he'd still
come down to dip his wick in the merchandise, but the long, gruelling
sessions of beatings and psychological torture could possibly be
shortened considerably.
He had Lisa walk the blonde on all fours, then had Lisa deliver the
instructions, to put Sara through her paces, make her crawl, fetch,
beg, sit, lay back, and all the rest. Lisa spoke the words
unemotionally, but Sara whimpered and obeyed.
All she needed was a little more supervision herself, a little more
discipline... just to be sure.
He strung her up by either the wrists or ankles every night, making
sure the tape recorder was on continuous play and the earphones were
firmly in place. In the mornings he beat her with straps or the crop,
making her crawl and grovel. Then he would have her do the discipline
on Sara.
He shaved all Lisa's hair off, not just between her legs but on her
head at all, making her head as smooth as a cue ball. He pierced her
nipples and put gold rings in them, then pierced her pussy and added
another ring. He thought about putting one in her nose too, but didn't
want to mar her appearance.
He installed a camera in the corner of the roof, and gave Lisa a list
of instructions. She was to put on the studded leather strap-on dildo
and fuck Sara's pussy every hour for five minutes. Then she was to put
on the black strap-on dildo and fuck the blonde in the anus for five
minutes.
After that she was to make the blonde lick her pussy for at least ten
minutes, and finish up by spanking the girl.
When he checked the tape the first day he saw that Lisa had obeyed
him to the letter. However, as a few more days passed he noticed the
sessions were growing longer, that she was fucking the girl's pussy
for almost ten minutes, fucking her anus for another ten, and
sometimes making the blonde suck her pussy for almost a half hour
before spanking her.
She was also making the girl crawl along the floor to her, and lick
her toes and feet. And...from the look on her face, she was clearly
enjoying it, especially when she forced the girl's face between her
legs and was eaten. What appeared to be orgasms shook her every few
minutes.
He had his girl, all right.
He went down and fucked Sara a final time, then turned to Lisa. "Take
this slut in the other room. Wash her and do her hair. Brush it out
very nice and thick, then put on her collar and, oh, that leather
corset. After that tie her up with rope and leave her be. I'll be back
for her.
"Yes, Master."
Several days with only spankings had made most of the blonde's
bruises and welts disappear, and had certainly disciplined her to
accept orders. She sat meekly in the tub as Lisa soaped her up,
unsurprised when the bald girl's hands lingered on her pussy and
breasts.
After she was clean Lisa made her eat her out before drying and
brushing her hair. The she tied her wrists together and, uncertain
just how the master wanted the blonde tied, simply tied ropes all
around her, circling her chest and belly and hips with loops.
When the door opened, Sara was sitting submissively on a chair. Lisa
was lying on the bed reading a porno book. Both looked up as the door
opened, both surprised to hear voices.
"Why hide a wine cellar with a bookcase?" a woman's voice asked in
surprise.
"I have some very valuable things in here," they heard the master
say.
A girl about their own age came though the door, then halted in
shock, her jaw dropping as she saw Sara sitting tied up in the corner,
then the naked, bald Lisa now sitting up on the bed.
The girl was taller and a little older than the other girls, and
slimmer. Her red hair was long and mostly straight, maybe a little
wavy, and she wore aviator style glasses.
"What is this?" she gasped.
Julian slammed the door closed behind her and she turned to stare up
at him in shock.
"Welcome, my dear. It's time you learned just what you were made
for."
"You...you let me out of here,' she gulped.
"Eventually. After you've been trained.
"T-T-Trained?"
"That's right...slut."
"I-I'll tell my mother."
"She'll never see you again," he smiled. "Except maybe in a video
where you're telling the world what a stinking, filthy whore you are,
how you love to take cocks up your asshole and down your throat, and
how you love your master more than anything else."
"No!"
He motioned to Lisa, who got up off the bed and moved over behind the
redhead.
"Lisa, this is Megan. She's a slut and a whore and she needs to be
beaten."
Megan turned and stared at the other girl in horror, her eyes
sweeping over the bald head, the naked breasts and pierced nipples.
The shaved crotch, the hard steel shackles on wrists and ankles, the
collar around her neck.
"Y...You stay away from me," she gulped.
"Beat the shit out of her," Julian smiled.
Megan turned and stared at him, then grunted as Lisa's fist slammed
into her belly. The naked girl brought her knee up into Megan's groin,
dazing her and making her cry out in stunned disbelief. Fists pounded
her belly and chest and ribs as she sank to the floor, desperately
trying to cover her face.
Julian watched in excitement.
"Get her clothes off, Lisa. Strip her," he called.
Megan sobbed in fear and horror as the girl ripped her blouse open
and tore it off over her shoulders, then undid her bra and jerked it
free. Humiliation was added to the terror and pain that was blasting
through her shocked system, and she slapped and hit ineffectually at
the determined bald girl.
Her pants were ripped free, and with them her shoes, then her panties
were pulled off.
"Bring her here," he ordered, walking to the corner.
It was something new in his arsenal of pain and psychological shock.
A different kind of horse for the pretty redhead to straddle. This one
was made of a simple iron bar stretched between two metal braces.
Megan struggled weakly, sobbing, as Lisa determinedly dragged her
over.
He pinned her wrists behind her back and forced them up high, then
took the rope Sara handed him, binding her wrists roughly together,
then throwing the rope over her shoulder and around her throat to tie
them off.
Then it was up across the iron bar and down. He held her in place as
Lisa drew her ankles up and back behind her and bound them to the bar.
Then Lisa held the girl steady as he drew her long hair up and bound
it in a cord to hold her in place.
He grinned at her wide, horrified eyes as he snapped the acetylene
torch on and let the flame jet out of the end.
"Dirty bitch," he said. "You'll be sorry you didn't obey me."
He swung the torch around, the flame on low, and let it sweep across
her pussy where her soft, podgy lips jammed down around the metal bar.
She howled but the pain was minor. The whiff of singed hair came to
him, however, and then again as he played the flame back again,
burning off her pubic hair.
"Bad, nasty, disobedient slut," he growled.
He drew the torch back and narrowed the fire into a white hot dagger,
letting her bulging eyes see it, then moved it closer.
"No! Please! Please! I'll do anything!"
"Oh I know."
He aimed the fiery jet at the front of the metal bar she was sitting
atop, grinning at her. It took her only a few moments to understand,
for her wide eyes to widen still further.
"P-P-Please!" she sobbed, wriggling atop the bar.
"Dirty whore."
He held the fire in place and the tip of the bar began to glow, the
heat flowing up the bar to where she sat, to where her soft, naked
pussy lips were crushed down around the metal. She moaned as the iron
began to rapidly warm, then heat.
"Please! Please! I'll fuck you! I will!" she cried desperately.
"Tell me what a whore you are."
"I'm a filthy whore! I'm a dirty nasty slut!" the girl cried, her
hips moving, wriggling, trying to ease the growing heat between her
legs.
"Do you like to suck pussy?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"You've done it a lot, haven't you?" he asked casually, watching the
iron glow, watching the glow moving backwards.
"Please!"
"Have you?"
"Yes! Yes! I like pussy all the time!"
"It was your mother who taught you, wasn't it?"
She gaped at him, then screamed. Her body was streaming sweat now as
the bar she rode grew hotter and hotter.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Tell me about the first time your mother raped you with a dildo."
"Oh God! Oh Please!"
"Tell me."
"Yes! She did! She raped me with a dildo. My mother raped me with a
dildo! She rammed it up my pussy and raped me! She does it all the
time! Please! Please don't burn me!"
Her voice trailed off into sobs as the glowing spread further down
the bar.
He gripped the bar just between her legs and winced, pulling his hand
back. It was hot! Perhaps not hot enough to burn, not quite but it
soon would be. And it must be awfully damned hot against that soft,
pink flesh.
"Will you obey me, slut?"
"Yes! Yes! Anything!"
He turned off the torch.
"Put her on her knees, Lisa," he ordered.
Lisa unbound her and then dragged the sobbing redhead off the horse,
forcing her to her knees, then jammed her face into the floor. Julian
got up and moved behind the sobbing redhead, then dropped his pants
and moved into position behind her.
"You're going to make a real fine slut, Megan," he smiled.
He rubbed his cock over her nearly hairless hole, then thrust in,
driving in to the balls as Lisa half sat on the other girl's head and
clung grimly to her arms. Megan howled in misery as he raped her
aching pussy with violent savagery then dropped his load inside her.
He sighed in pleasure then got off, slapping the miserable girl's
bottom.
"Okay, Lisa. She's yours," he said. "Rape her pussy and ass, then
make her lick you off. After that string her up and use the crop on
her pussy, ass and tits. I'll be back later.
"Yes, Master," Lisa said, her voice sounding a little less dead now,
sounding almost..happy as she looked down at the whimpering redhead.
Julian moved over to the chair where Lisa still sat.
"Well, baby, it's time for you to go," he smiled. "I've just sold
your pretty pussy and you've got a plane to make."
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
He pulled her up by the arm and led her across the room, past where
Lisa was already fucking the sobbing redhead with her dildo, and over
to the door. He unlocked and opened it, then led the girl out.
Behind them they heard Megan's voice shriek as the dildo thrust up
her anus. Then the door closed.
END