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He decided to give his idea of breaking in two girls at once a try.
It would take a little bit of experimenting to get it right. He wasn't
sure yet whether it would be best to get two girls at the same time,
or get one first, break her, then get the other girl and use the first
to help break her.
If he decided that was the way to it would probably be a good idea to
start right now. After all, the blonde slut was almost completely
ready. It was too late for some new girl to come in and do much damage
to what he'd done there.
And, he was forced to admit, two girls offered some interesting
possibilities. He wouldn't mind watching a little lesbian show now and
then. For that matter, maybe he could use the blonde to do most of his
work. Would she be capable of whipping a new girl, of beating her and
maybe raping her with a dildo?
It would be fun to see anyway.
He went downstairs a couple of days later and found her lying on the
bed.
"Good morning, Master!" she said, jumping out of bed and crawling
over to him. She licked at his shoes as he stood there, and he leaned
over and patted her head.
"How are you feeling, slut?"
"Good, Master."
"Do you love me, slut?"
"Oh yes, master!"
"Stand up."
He drew her to her feet, then slid his arms around her. She hugged
him as well, eagerly tilting her head back to bring her lips against
his. Her tongue pushed against his as she ground her pelvis against
him, and his hands slid down onto her bottom, squeezing and kneading
the tender flesh there as they kissed.
He pulled back and smiled. "What are you made for, slut?"
"Fuck and sucking, Master!" she said eagerly.
"And you love to do both."
"Yes, Master!" she cried.
"Suck my cock, baby."
She dropped to her knees and her hands went to his pants, quickly
undoing them and sliding them down. Her lips slid over his cockhead
and she sucked it and the shaft into her mouth as she stroked and
squeezed his balls.
She sucked eagerly and happily while he ran his fingers through her
soft blonde hair. He looked down tolerantly, letting her bring his
cock to life and then sighing in pleasure as she bobbed her lips up
and down the full length, easily taking the whole thing down her
throat.
"Ahhhhh, ass up," he said.
She pulled off, spun around, and dropped her face and chest to the
floor, throwing her bottom up and out.
"How do you want it, slut?" he grinned.
"I love your cock, master," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
"I love your pretty round ass, baby!"
"Fuck me in the ass, master! I love being fucked in the ass!"
"Well then, I think that's just what I'll do."
He dropped to his knees and pressed his spit-wet cockhead against her
wrinkled little anal opening, then slowly sank it into her. Sara
groaned happily. She reached back and gripped her buttocks, prying
them wide as he sank his tool down into her butt.
"Nothing like a good butt-fuck to show a girl what a cheap whore she
is," he said.
"Yes, master! I love a good butt-fuck!" she said.
He drove his cock in to the balls, then ground it around inside her
as he caressed her softly contoured buttocks, then began to pump,
moving slowly, but working up to speed as her rectum adjusted to his
pumping cock.
"What a tight, round little ass you have," he groaned.
"My ass loves your cock, Master," she groaned. "Rape my asshole! Fuck
it hard and deep! Ream me out, Master!"
"I will, slut," he grunted, fucking faster.
"Oohhh! Oohhhh! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! OOohhhh!"
He rodded his cock in faster and faster, pounding it down her rectum
with wild abandon as she moaned and groaned and yelped and panted for
breath.
"All fours!" he gasped.
Her hands clawed at the floor, then she pushed herself up onto all
fours and began to ram her hips back onto his pumping prong, grunting
with each impact.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oohh! Yesss! Master! Master!
My ass! Oh, fuck my ass! Ohhhh!"
He skewered her with furious, stabbing thrusts, hammering his hips
against her rutting buttocks as she drove herself back onto his spiked
pole. His hands slid along her sides, then under her, cupping her
swinging, bouncing breasts, digging his hands into the soft flesh as
she yelped in glee and grunted in pleasure.
He came, groaning in delight as her rectum sucked the juice out of
his balls and threatened to rip his cock right off with it. He groaned
again and collapsed over her, letting the last dregs of his juices
dribble down into her belly as she knelt there.
"Nice," he panted.
"I love your cock, Master," she said.
"I know you do, slut."
He got up and went into the other room, then pulled an inflatable sex
doll off a shelf. He pumped it up and returned to the other room.
"Look what I have, Sara," he grinned.
She looked up from the bed in surprise.
"What's' that, master?"
"It's something for you to practice on."
He hung the doll from the wrists, then tied the ankles down and apart
to the rings in the floor. He picked up the riding crop and motioned
the blonde over. She approached worriedly.
"Here, take this," he said.
She took it gingerly; looking at it like it was a poisonous snake.
"Now, I want you to whip this whore here, Sara. Whip her ass. Go on."
She swung the crop awkwardly and it bounced off the rubber doll's
buttocks.
"Harder."
Again she whipped it, then again.
"Who is that you're whipping?"
"I...I don't know, master," she gulped.
"That's a whore, Sara. Tell her what a whore she is."
"Whore!" Sara shouted, whipping the crop on the doll's ass. "Dirty
slut!" she cried, whipping it down again.
"That's it. Again! More!"
"Cheap cunt!" Sara yelled, snapping the crop on the doll's bottom.
"She's a bad girl, isn't she," Julian smiled.
"Bad girl!" she shouted. "Bad girl!" she cracked the crop down again
and again.
"Good. Now come around front and whip her breasts."
Sara moved gingerly, very much remembering how her own breasts had
been whipped. Even days later they were still kind of sore.
"Remember, she has to be trained," he said. "She has to learn not to
be a bad girl."
She nodded and whipped the crop onto the doll's breasts.
He laughed and watched. He moved up behind her and slid his hand down
her bottom and in between her legs, then fingered her pussy as she
whipped the doll's breasts, then slashed it between the legs.
"Very good,"he smiled smugly.
He checked his computer and found where his last dozen girls had been
taken from. He decided the next girl should come from Conora County.
He spent the next several days scouting there, riding the bus lines
used by high school and college kids, touring the malls, and driving
around the local hangouts.
Finally he settled on a girl with curly brown, shoulder length hair.
He didn't know her name, but she was short, busty, and smiled a lot.
She didn't look any too bright, but who could tell until they talked.
She lived with a boy a few years older than her, which meant, of
course, that this one was no virgin. Well, that hardly mattered in the
long run. He took her in the garage as she was about to step into her
car, using much the same method he had with Sara. He wanted to spend a
little time alone with her before introducing her and Sara. That meant
he couldn't use drugs this time. Instead he used a stun gun, which had
much the same effect.
He left her in the van as he went inside and downstairs. Sara greeted
him like a little puppy, and he patted her head, then led her into the
other room. He settled her in a corner chair, then locked her
restraints behind her, put the earphones on, and told her to stay
there until he got her. He turned on the stereo to a fairly loud rock
station, then left her, closing the door behind him.
He went back upstairs and got the new girl, hefted her over his
shoulders and brought her downstairs. He dropped her on the floor,
then removed the cuffs he had placed on her wrists and ankles and
stepped back.
She jumped to her feet and backed away from him, terror in her eyes.
"Hi there," he smiled evilly.
"Le...leave me alone," she gulped.
"Why should I?"
"I...I'll tell the police!"
"No you won't."
"I will!"
"What you'll do is behave yourself."
She stared at him in fear.
"If you're a good girl, and obey me I won't have to hurt you," he
said. "otherwise..."
He walked over to the corner and picked up the riding crop, then
turned to her. She stared at it in fear, then yelped as he swung it
down against the side of the table.
"This will hurt an awful lot," he growled. "And you'll scream so
loudly you'll hurt your own ears."
He stepped closer. "But nobody will hear you," he smiled. "Nobody can
hear anything down here."
"Y...you leave me alone," she whimpered.
"Obey me!" he snapped, cracking the crop against the table.
She jumped and whimpered harder.
"Now. I want you to take off your clothes."
"Wh...what?" she gulped.
"Strip!" he screamed, slamming the crop against the table.
She yelped and jumped back, banging into the wall.
"Strip now!"
Her hands darted to her blouse and her shaking fingers unbuttoned it,
then jerked it off.
"P...please mister!" she whined, blinking back tears.
"Strip!" He cracked the crop down again and she screamed, then
started crying.
She undid her skirt and let it slide down around her ankles, then
stood there cringing in bra and panties as he glared and swung the
crop threateningly.
"Get your bra off! I want to see those TITS!"
She sobbed and shakily undid her bra, then lowered it, looking down
at the floor in misery and shame.
"The panties! Let's see your CUNT!"
She tried to cover her breasts with her arm as she scooped her
panties down and off. Then she stood there, trying to cover her pussy
and breasts.
"You whore!"
"P...P...Pleeeasse!" she sobbed.
"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs...SLUT!"
She sobbed even harder, then did as he ordered as he approached and
stood over her.
"Filthy piece of fuck meat," he yelled. "A cheap, two-bit whore made
for fucking and sucking! That's what you are, you bitch! You're a
stinking, filthy fucking slut!"
She shook and trembled and moaned in terror, her tears trickling down
her cheeks as he slid the riding crop over her breasts, then down
between her legs. He sawed it along her pussy lips and laughed in her
face, then reached up and clutched one of her breasts, squeezing
cruelly.
"You filthy, shitty, slutty, lowlife piece of worm meat!" he snarled.
"You're only good for one thing! Do you know what it is! It's fucking!
That's all. FUCKING! You're a piece of CUNT!"
She shook, gut wrenching sobs spilling out of her as he snarled and
screamed down into her face.
"Turn around!"
She turned and he grabbed her wrists, slamming her hands against the
wall.
"Push that ass out and spread your legs, you WHORE!!"
She obeyed, shaking and weeping as he slammed the crop against the
wall.
"If you move, I'm going to whip your cunt with this. UNDERSTAND!?"
He went into the other room and got Sara, uncuffing her and removing
the restraints. He pulled down a pair of leather pants and had her
step into them. She did so casually, for she'd worn them on several
other occasions, usually when she whipped the doll or fucked it with
the strap-on dildo he'd given her.
He took down the stiletto heeled boots and helped her into them, then
helped her put on the leather bustier, a garment that covered hardly
an inch of her breasts, but merely served to shove them up and out
attractively. Finally he put on a pair of elbow length black leather
gloves.
"Good," he whispered. "There's a new slut out there and you're going
to help me train her."
"Yes, master," she said, since she could hardly imagine saying
anything else.
"Don't say anything I don't tell you to, and look nasty. Remember how
to look nasty?"
She gave him her nasty look and he smiled and kissed her head.
"Remember, do it right, or I'll think you're a bad girl."
"Oh I'm not, Master," she said, eyes wide.
He walked out into the other room, Sara trailing him. She let out a
startled gasp as she saw the other naked girl standing by the wall,
but she never said anything.
"See this filthy piece of cunt meat here?" he snarled.
"Y...yes, master," she gulped.
The girl turned her head and stared in shock and embarrassment at
Sara.
"We're going to train this good for nothing piece of cunt meat. We're
going to make her a good little slut just like you."
"Yes, Master," Sara blinked.
"Turn around, slut," he barked.
The girl turned slowly, her arms going to her breasts again as she
whimpered and shook.
"Put your hands behind your head!" he screamed, making the girl and
Sara both yelp. The girl jerked her hands up behind her head
instantly.
"Sara, get me a pair of wrist restraints."
"Yes, Master," she said.
She went to the table and picked up two of them, then hurried back to
him.
"Put them on this slut here, and buckle them tight."
Sara swallowed nervously then moved behind the brown haired girl and
buckled the restraints around her wrists.
Julian tilted the girl's chin up and smiled into her tear-filled
eyes.
"What's your name, whore?"
"L...L...Li...Lisa," she sobbed.
"Lisa. Not much of a name. But then, you're not much of a person.
What do you think of my little slut helper here? Her name is Sara."
Lisa continued to tremble and shake, sniffling and whimpering
helplessly.
"I asked you what you thought of her, slut!" he hissed, gripping her
hair and jerking it painfully.
She cried out in pain. "I...I don't knooooow," she sobbed.
"Do you think she has nice tits?"
"I...I don't know."
"You good for nothing slut," he said in disgust. "You don't know
anything do you? Well I'm going to teach you a lot, me and Sara here.
You're going to learn how to suck cocks and how to eat out pussies.
Will you like that?"
She sobbed louder not replying.
He got a ball gag and joined Sara behind the girl, first jamming the
thing into her mouth, then tying the leather strap around behind her
head.
"This is so your screams don't hurt our ears when we torture you,
Lisa," he said conversationally. "You can scream all you want now.
Just remember, if you become a good, obedient little slut like Sara,
you might be treated a little better.
"Or maybe not," he sniggered.
He pulled Lisa's wrists down behind her back and cuffed the
restraints together, then he turned her around and smiled.
"Now the first thing we should do, is give you a good and proper
raping. Don't you think?" he smiled. "I want you to kneel down on the
floor, bend over, put your head on the floor, and spread your legs.
Then I'm going to take my dick out and ram it up your fuck hole."
She stared at him in terror, groaning into the gag."
"Go on. Do it."
She whimpered, turning her beseeching eyes on Sara, as if she would
help.
"Don't bother looking at her. She's got a strap-on dildo and she's
going to rape your asshole after I rape your pussy."
Lisa's eyes bulged in shocked horror.
"Go on now, bend over and stick that little ass up for us."
She trembled and shook, slowly backing away. He laughed and followed
her, then he grabbed her by the hair and swung her around. He forced
the snivelling, yelping girl to the floor, then raised her bottom as
he knelt behind her.
"There's nothing like a good rape to get a girl used to her new
duties," he said. "Don't worry, slut. You were built for fucking."
He took out his cock and rubbed it up and down against the shaking
girl's pussy slit, then slowly forced the head inside. He peeled her
pussy lips open with his thumb as he drove his cock deeper and deeper,
grunting with the effort. He slapped her bottom several times, then
thrust forward hard, burying the entire length of his prick in her
heaving belly.
She sobbed piteously as he ground his hips against her bottom and
stroked her soft flesh, then he began fucking, tearing his rigid
fuck-pole back and forth inside her, raping her pussy open as he dug
his fingers into her hips and jerked her back to meet each thrust.
"Ahhh, nice pussy," he said. "What a nice little cunt hole you have."
He hammered his prick into her with furious, brutal strokes, spiking
his cock into her again and again and again as she sobbed and shook
and whined in misery and pain.
"You bitches all think your pussies are made of gold," he grunted.
"Well they ain't. Neither is the rest of you. You aren't worth shit.
You belong to me now and I can do anything I want with you."
He rode her long and hard, intent, not on his own pleasure, but in
her misery, on prolonging it and degrading her as much as possible.
"Stupid whore," he sneered. "Look at her whine from a little fucking.
Wait until we let the dogs fuck her, huh, Sara? Wait until we get all
my friends in here to rape her asshole for her."
Sara had no idea what he was talking about, but wasn't about to say
anything. She watched the furious raping with some sympathy for the
girl, but also some envy. She had begun to enjoy the fuckings master
had been giving her, and wasn't happy that he was wasting his erection
on a stupid girl who didn't even seem to be enjoying it.
She watched as he speeded up his strokes, knowing he was about to
come. She felt even more envious, then sighed unhappily as he slowed
and stopped, knowing he had dropped his hot, juicy sperm into the new
girl's pussy, and that his cock would soon get soft.
He pulled out and stood up, then turned around and kicked Lisa in the
side, throwing her sideways and sending her tumbling across the floor
to land on her back, groaning in pain.
"Get your strap-on dildo, Sara," he said in a nasty tone of voice.
She hurried to comply, stripping off her leather pants and then
stepping into the straps and drawing them up to her thighs. She
buckled the top strap around her hips, then turned back to him.
"Get on this whore and fuck her cunt as fast and as hard as you can."
"Uhm...uh...yes, master," she gulped.
She'd only used the strap-on dildo on the sex doll, but it was really
no different to fuck a real slut, she told herself.
She got down on her knees as the girl groaned and blinked her eyes up
at her. Sara found it hard to look at her and turned her eyes away,
looking at the girl's slit as she held her dildo and pressed it
against the pussy cleft.
She sank it down into the shaking girl's belly, then lay down atop
her, sliding all ten inches up Lisa's pussy. She felt strange with her
breasts rubbing against the other girl's breasts, but she began to
fuck and grind her hips as she'd been shown before with the sex doll.
This doll was groaning and grunting and sobbing below her, though,
and Sara was not really enjoying herself as she pumped the dildo
inside her pussy. She didn't like the idea of hurting people, even if
they were bad girls.
"Okay, now lift her legs up and shove them back against her tits."
She pushed herself off the girl and got to her knees, reaching down
and gripping her legs. She raised them, shoving them back as she tried
to keep the dildo inside, then leaned forward against them to force
them back. She fucked some more, averting her face from the other
girl's tear stained, wretched eyes.
"Okay, now take the dildo out...and RAM it up her ASS hole!"
Lisa mewled in protest at the harsh words, but was hardly in a
position to resist as the blonde slowly pulled the long, thick dildo
out of her pussy and pressed it against her anal opening. She groaned
and cried out in pain and mortification as the dildo slowly drove down
into her rectum, feeling every inch of its progress as it forced its
way deeper and deeper into her guts.
"Rip her ass hole open!" Julian leered.
Sara gulped and sank the dildo all the way in to the hilt, then began
to pump her hips, raping Lisa's anus. The girl shook and moaned and
sobbed miserably as Lisa pumped the dildo up her anus, and Sara felt
like sniffling herself.
"Harder! Harder! Ream out that ass hole. Butt fuck this little bitch
till she bleeds!"
Both girls winced, and more tears poured down Lisa's cheeks as Sara
fucked harder and faster, pounding the dildo down into her anus with
long, deep, hard strokes, her own round bottom rising and falling like
a blur as her hips smacked against the other girl's.
"Enough for now," Julian said.
Sara slid the dildo out of the girl's bottom, throwing her an
apologetic look.
Julian leaned over and grabbed Lisa by the hair. He yanked her to her
feet and brought her over beneath a set of chains, then unlocked the
snivelling girl's wrist restraints and raised her hands high above
her. He locked them to the chains and stood back
"Go and get the riding crop, Sara," he said.
Sara scurried to fetch it, then brought it back to him.
"Did you see how this bitch disobeyed me when I ordered her to get on
her knees?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"She has to be punished for that, doesn't she?"
"Yes, master."
"You do it."
She blinked in surprise, then looked at the girl standing there.
"You've done it before. You can do it to her. Go ahead. I'll tell you
when to stop."
The only times she'd done it before had been with dolls, and Sara
wasn't at all happy about the idea of doing it to a real person. She
held the crop hesitantly until Julian's snapped command sent her
scurrying around to the girl's rear.
She stared at Lisa's soft round bottom for long seconds as he glared
at her, then raised the crop and, closing her eyes, swung it down
against them. The crop hit, but without the necessary snap in her
wrist to really make much of an impact.
Lisa yowled in pain anyway, but it truly wasn't all that much. Sara
swung it again, but was holding it too tightly, and again didn't snap
her wrist as she should have.
"You call that a beating!?" Julian screamed at her. "Whip that ass
red or I'll hang you up there and remind you how its done!"
She whimpered in fear, then swung the crop harder, snapping it
properly so it bit deeply into the brunette's buttocks. Lisa screamed
into the gag as an angry red welt appeared across her twin cheeks.
"Harder! Harder!" He screamed into Sara's ear.
She swung harder and faster, lashing the crop against Lisa's buttocks
as he snarled and cursed.
"Whip that ass! Whip it! Show this slut what it feels like! Go on!
Harder! Faster!"
The blows landed in a flurry, Sara's arm swinging wildly as the crop
lashed and bounced across the softly rounded flesh.
"Let me show you how it's really done," he snarled at last, taking
the crop away. He turned and slashed the crop across Lisa's back. The
brunette shrieked, her head thrown back, her legs jerking apart as the
long red line burned into her flesh.
Again he slashed it across her back, then again and again, leaving
criss-crossing welts all over her white skin.
He halted and dragged the blonde girl around in front, then handed
her the crop again. He moved behind Lisa and put a hand against her
back, forcing her chest out firmly, then he gripped her hair and
forced her head up so she was looking directly at Sara.
"Now," he smiled. "I want you to whip these fat round breasts here,
Whip them as hard as you can!"
Lisa moaned in terror, pain and misery, and new tears poured down her
cheeks as she stared at the wide-eyed blonde in front of her.
Sara swallowed fearfully and stared at the miserable girl, then at
her breasts. She raised the crop slowly, but couldn't bring herself to
use it. She had always been non-violent, and the brutal treatment she
had received over the past days had robbed her of whatever aggression
she had once had.
"Whip them," he growled. "Whip them hard!"
"I...I...I can't," she whimpered.
"You can't!?" he glowered.
"I...Please, master, can't you do it?" she whimpered.
"I want to see you do it, slut," he hissed.
She raised the whip and brought it down against one breast, but very
slowly, not even hard enough to draw a cry of pain.
"I guess you need more training too," he growled, moving away from
Lisa.
He jerked the crop out of Sara's hands, then turned and slashed it
across Lisa's left breast. The leather tore deep into the fat, round
mammary, cutting it two and snapping against her ribs beneath before
bouncing back. Lisa howled and shrieked and thrashed in her chains.
He whipped the other breast then the first, lashing and whipping them
both, then bringing the crop down on her chest, belly and thighs until
her entire body was criss-crossed with welts.
Then he tossed the crop away and turned to a cowering Sara. "So,
little slut, you haven't learned your lessons yet, hmmm? Well we can
do something about that."
"I'm sorry, Master," she sniffled.
"You'll be a lot sorrier."
He dragged her over to a cupboard and opened it, then withdrew what
looked like a pair of leather mittens, except they had no thumbs. He
shoved her hands into them and then buckled them tight at the wrists,
adding a small padlock so she couldn't remove them even with her
teeth. Then he took out a studded leather belt and slid it around her
waist, buckling it tight.
He locked her wrist mitties to the sides of the belt, then punched
her in the belly. She gurgled in pain and folded in on herself,
dropping to her knees. He put his foot against her chest and shoved
hard, so she went flying back onto her back on the floor.
He moved to the other end of the room, picking up the riding crop
along the way.
"Crawl to me, slut, on your belly," he hissed.
Grunting in pain, Sara slowly wriggled across the floor to him,
panting and gasping for breath as she made her way over to where he
stood. Without being asked she began to lick and suck on his toes as
he stood over her looking down angrily.
"Go over there and lick the new slut's toes since you seem to care so
much for her," he sneered.
She groaned and wriggled back to where Lisa was half standing, half
hanging. The brunette was still sniffling and moaning in pain, eyes
half closed. She opened them and looked down as Sara's pink tongue
lapped over her toes and feet, but she showed no emotion or care.
"Lick your way up her legs, slut," Julian said, coming up behind her.
"Then suck out that pussy."
Lisa licked up Lisa's ankles and then over her knees to her thighs.
She pushed herself up, though not without some effort, onto her knees,
and licked up Lisa's thighs to her crotch, then began licking her
pussy mound.
Lisa looked down and whimpered in misery at this new and disgusting
outrage, but did nothing to resist it as the blonde slid her tongue up
and down her slit, then pushed it inside.
"Yeah, suck her, bitch," he snarled. He slashed the crop across her
bottom and Sara cried out in pain, then continued licking.
"Suck it. Suck it!"
Again he cracked the crop on her bottom, and again she screamed, but
then shoved her mouth into Lisa's snatch and sucked frenziedly.
"Fucking dyke bitch whore," he sneered. "Filthy fuck rag."
He gripped her hair and yanked her back so hard she fell heavily on
her back, then brought his knee slamming up into Lisa's moist pussy
pad. The girl bounced in her chains, her eyes bulging as the pain and
nausea blew through her.
He reached up and unlocked the wrist restraints, throwing her on to
of Sara on the floor, where she lay, moaning weakly.
He went over to the cupboard and got another pair of mitties, then
replaced the normal restraints on the brunette's wrists with these. He
freed Sara's mittens from their locked position against the belt and
stood back.
"All right you two sluts," he said. "Let's see you crawl like the
bitch dogs you are!"
He snapped the riding crop across Lisa's buttocks, then Sara's hip.
"Get on all fours, you sluts!" he screamed.
The two twisted around onto all fours, Sara whimpering, and Lisa
moaning in pain.
"Now lets' see you crawl along on your four paws," he sneered. "Move.
Shake those asses!"
He walked them all around the room, doing wide circles, moving
alongside and cracking the crop down whenever one or another slowed.
He started putting them through their paces then, using Sara to show
Lisa what he wanted when he gave orders. He soon had them begging,
rolling over, sitting and heeling, grovelling and crawling and
thrusting their bottoms up to be raped.
He removed Lisa's ball gag and put a collar on her, then dragged both
girls up into his lap as he sat back, letting them both take turns
socking his cock. When he was about to come, he gripped both girls by
their hair, pulled their faces together, then came on their faces,
spurting his wads into their eyes and onto their noses and foreheads
and cheeks.
He got up and had them crawl after him to the far side of the room,
where an odd looking wooden construction was laying in wait. Basically
it consisted of a sawhorse, with a long, thin strip of spikes running
along its length. The spikes were not sharp enough to cut through
skin, nor did they feel bad against, say, a hand. But put something
very tender and sensitive on them, and force it down with a hundred or
so pounds of weight, and discomfort would quickly give way to agony.
He dragged Sara up to her feet by the hair, then lifted her and
dropped her down atop the sawhorse. She cried out in pain, and started
to wriggle, then cried out again, finding very quickly that any kind
of movement was not advisable while she sat astride the horse.
"Oooh! It hurts! It hurts!" she cried. "Please, Master! I'll be good!
I'll be good!"
"Shut up, slut or I'll gag you."
He pulled her wrists to the sides again and snapped them there while
she gasped and panted and whimpered in pain, then reached over to a
nearby shelf and pulled down a leather strap. He slid it around her
thighs just below the beam and jerked it in tight, making her cry out
once again.
He buckled it there, then stood back, sniggering as he saw her
panting desperately, trying to not even breathe. Every movement was
agony as the sharp spikes dug up into her tender pussy. Even without
the spikes her pussy was crushed down against the narrow wooden beam,
every pound of her weight resting atop it.
He bunched her hair into a tight mass sprouting from the top of her
head and wrapped a thin cord around it, then tugged it up and tied the
cord off to a low hanging chain. Then he knelt, snapping the
restraints on her ankles together.
"Now you," he said, turning to the busty brunette.
"P..Please," Lisa whimpered.
He dragged her to her feet and buckled a belt around her waist before
snapping the mitties to her sides, then lifted her onto the horse
facing Sara. She cried out in pain, more tears spilling free as he
adjusted her so her pussy was right down on the horse, then strapped
her thighs tightly together below the beam. As with Sara, he bunched
her hair up at the top of her head and bound it to a chain above her.
He snapped clamps onto her nipples and she cried out in pain, tears
spilling more heavily from her swollen eyes. Similar clamps bit into
Sara's nipples, and then chains linked them tautly together. He smiled
as they looked up at him with wide, apprehensive, pain-filled eyes.
"Now don't move," he said.
The crop sliced in across Sara's back. She screamed and jerked
helplessly forward on the spikes, then howled in pain and jerked her
pussy back. The crop lashed against her back again, and again she
howled and jerked forward, then back.
This time not only Sara cried out, so did Lisa. As Sara jerked back
she pulled on the chains biting into her nipples, jerking her pussy
forward on the spikes. Then Lisa jerked her head back in pain, pulling
Sara's breasts, and pussy forward.
He laughed, then moved behind Lisa. He cracked the crop on her back,
getting the same result, then cracked it again. He moved to the side
and whipped Lisa's right breast. She screamed, jerking back hard,
pulling against Sara's nipples so that they strained, distended, her
breasts pulling out into cones, rocking the other girl forward atop
the small spikes.
Sara howled in pain, jerking her chest back violently, pulling Lisa
forward.
"You will learn to obey me, sluts," he said with a grim smile.
He left them sitting on the sawhorse for several hours while he
watched a baseball game, then finally returned to let them down. Both
were sitting shakily, sobbing and moaning in pain.
"Masster!" Sara sobbed. "Pleeasse, Maaaster!"
"Shut up, slut," he said casually.
"I...i...iiii..itt huuuurrts!" Lisa moaned.
"Good."
He undid the straps around their thighs, then removed the chain
holding their collars together. He looked at them for a moment, then
stepped behind Sara and straddled the sawhorse himself. He, of course,
had longer legs, and could stand, so none of his weight came down on
the sawhorse. He gripped her hips tightly, then began to jerk her back
and forth along the sawhorse.
She howled in pain, screaming and writhing, jerking and thrashing her
head wildly as he pushed and pulled her back and forth along the
spiked surface of the sawhorse. He laughed as her howls rose higher
and higher, then finally dragged her all the way along the horse to
the end and let her fall off onto the floor.
He looked at Lisa, and she lost control of her bladder, which spilled
out onto the sawhorse. She sobbed in terror as he sniggered and moved
around behind her. He gripped her hips and began to grind her back and
forth along the sawhorse as well, laughing as she screamed and wailed
in agony.
Then he slid her all the way down to the end so she tumbled off.
"What's the matter?" he cooed. "Your little pussies hurt? Maybe you
want someone to kiss them and make them better."
He kicked Lisa in the bottom, throwing her aside, then reached down
and dragged her around by an ankle, dropping her over Sara, who lay on
her back. He positioned her pussy over Sara's mouth and dragged Lisa's
head by the hair until her face was over Sara's pussy.
"All right, you filthy dyke sluts. Start eating each other out," he
barked. "Let me see some good licking and sucking."
He reached down and jammed Lisa's face into Sara's pussy, then got
down beside them to put his face in close.
"Lick it, slut," he growled. "Lick that pussy. "Give her a good suck
job. You dirty, filthy fucking whore! Go on, lick it, slut! Cheap
tramp!"
Lisa licked frantically, sucking at Sara's pussy slit as he watched.
He crawled over to the other end of the lewd sixty-nine and cursed at
Sara, making her lick harder and faster on Lisa's slit. He stood up
and kicked Lisa in the side, making her cry out in pain as she was
hurled off the blonde.
He reached down and grabbed Sara by the hair, dragging the whimpering
girl up to her feet, then pulling her across the room to the table. He
slammed her belly down across the table, then kicked her legs wide
apart. She lay there moaning as he unhooked her mits from the belt at
her side, then lifted them above her and clipped them to a small ring
on the other side of the table.
Then he went and grabbed Lisa by the hair, pulling her to her feet as
well.
He dragged the dazed girl back to where Sara was and stood her in
behind the girl. He gripped her hair and jerked her head back
savagely, then put his mouth in close against her ear. "Are you going
to obey me, slut? Are you? Are you going to do what I tell you?"
"Ye...ye...yess," she said in a choked voice.
"Yes Master," he hissed.
"Ye...yes, Master," she sobbed.
"You know what I want you to do? Huh? Huh? I want you to lift your
right knee up as fast and hard as you can. You got that? You
understand that? Huh?"
He jerked her head to the side painfully, then reached down and put
his hand on her knee. "This knee," he breathed. "Right here. This
knee. You are going to slam this knee right up here."
He jerked her face forward and pushed it to within inches of Sara's
pussy mound, then cupped it and squeezed.
"Right here. Right here? Understand? Huh? Huh?"
He jerked her head back and she cried out again, sobbing helplessly.
He cupped her knee, slapped it, then cupped Sara's pussy.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" He cried, his voice getting louder each time.
In desperation the frantic girl raised her right leg, jerking her
knee up in the air. He cursed her and twisted her around, shoving her
forward, in behind the moaning blonde. "Now! Now! There!" he snarled.
Again she jerked her knee up, and it slammed against Sara's pussy.
Sara gasped and groaned, her bottom jerking up helplessly.
"Harder! Harder! Again! Again!"
Again she jerked her knee up, hardly knowing what she was doing,
slamming the bone into the soft, aching flesh.
"Again! Again! Again!"
She gasped and panted and moaned in confusion, jerking her knee up
into Sara's pussy again and again and again, harder each time,
grinding and mashing the soft, sensitive flesh under her hard bony
knee.
Sara's bottom bounced and jerked upwards, each blow knocking her legs
up and out and then dropping her back to the floor. She gurgled and
groaned and choked, her eyes glazed slits as her mouth opened and
closed soundlessly.
He jerked her back as she raised her knee again, and she almost fell,
off balance. He unlocked her wrists and then removed the mittens from
around her hands. She stared dazedly as he poured lubricating oil over
her hands, then spun her back and shoved her against the blonde.
He gripped her right hand in his, jerking her fingers out and
pressing them together. He pushed the fingers against Sara's slit and
slowly drove them inside, pumping them in and out until she started
doing it herself.
"That's it, slut! Pump those fingers! Pump them in and out! Whore! Do
it, whore! Slut! Finger fuck this bitch! Another finger, slut! Three!
Shove three in there, bitch! Three!"
She whimpered and moaned in terror and pain and confusion, thrusting
three fingers into Sara's fuck tunnel and pumping them in and out.
"Four! Four! Shove four in there! Four!"
Sara groaned as four fingers were forced up her burning pussy,
pumping slowly in and out all the way to the knuckles. Her head rolled
slowly on her arms, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She had little
idea what was going on, and cared only about the pain gripping her
body.
"Faster! Faster, you cunt!" he screamed into Lisa's ear. "Put your
thumb in too. Go on. Press it in! Shove it in!"
Lisa formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and clenched her
teeth as she slowly worked it into Sara's fuck tunnel. Her pussy lips
strained and stretched as she twisted her hand from side to side, but
they didn't seem to want to go wide enough to allow her entire hand to
pass through.
Then finally she managed to get the heel of her hand inside. The rest
slid through and the pussy lips closed tautly around her wrist.
"Deeper! Deeper! Shove your fist up her dirty cunt! Go on! Do it you
stinking bitch!"
Lisa desperately shoved her hand deeper and deeper, feeling the
tight, warm pussy sheath sliding along her hand as she drove deeper.
Her wrist slid through the blonde's pussy lips and her forearm
followed.
She paid no attention whatever to the gasps and groans coming from
the girl before her. She hardly even knew it was a girl's pussy she
had shoved her hand into. All she knew was that the horrible man was
screaming demands, and if she didn't obey she would be hurt again.
She pushed her hand all the way in the bottom, until she could touch
- something at the end of the tube of flesh that enveloped her hand.
"Close your fingers into a fist, then shove it in deeper," he
growled.
She hurried to obey, though it wasn't easy getting each of her
fingers to close. Her hand was wedged in a tight mass of flesh and she
had clawed each finger along the tight, elastic wall before pulling it
in to her palm. Under his continued screaming she managed, though, and
soon had a tight fist inside Sara's belly.
Then she pushed it deeper, forcing it through the sucking, squeezing
meat until her knuckles ground against that hard something deep in the
pit of the pussy tunnel, that hard, irresistible something that was
Sara's cervix.
"Pump your fist in and out. Pump it in and out, slut!" he snapped.
She screamed as the riding crop suddenly bit into her buttocks.
"Pump it! Pump your fist!" he cried.
She jerked her fist back and forth as hard as she could, but wasn't
able to pump it very much because it was too tightly encased in hot,
sucking flesh. Again she howled as the crop snapped out and whipped
across her buttocks. She redoubled her efforts, jerking her hand
desperately, ignoring the screams of the blonde as she fought to move
her fist.
His hand gripped her other hand then and he shoved something into it.
It was the riding crop. He closed her hand around it and then slapped
it lightly against Sara's buttocks again and again.
"Hit her! Hit her! Hit her ass! Do it! Hit her!" he screamed into her
ear, letting go himself as she continued to hit Sara's round bottom.
"That's it, slut! Swing your wrist! Snap the crop down hard! Hard!
Snap it! Harder!"
She whimpered in fear and lashed the now screaming girl's bottom as
she continued to pump her fist in her pussy. She was bent over
herself, of course, and her bottom stuck out invitingly.
He slid his hand in between her thighs and cupped her pussy,
squeezing it cruelly, then shoved a finger into her anus and pumped it
in and out. He drew his finger out and unzipped his leather pants,
then took out his once again erect cock.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass!" he hissed at her. "I'm gonna ram my big
cock right up your ass hole, Lisa!"
He forced the head inside, then gripped her hips and thrust forward.
She cried out in pain, but continued to lash the crop down on the
sobbing blonde girl's bottom and back and thighs while her fist jerked
back and forth in her pussy. Shocked, traumatized, frantic, she was
working like a robot set in motion, and would continue until something
stopped her.
"Ahhh, there you go. This is better than plastic, isn't it, slut?
Your first real cock in the ass. Get used to it. Uhhhggnnn. Good ass
flesh."
He pumped his cock up her anus with brutal force, completely
unconcerned about the pain he inflicted on her. His hands clawed at
her breasts and mashed them tightly, forcing the fat, soft meat to
ooze out between his groping fingers.
"Stinking whore," he sneered, thrusting even harder. "Stinking slut,
bitch."
He poured his semen up her anus and then slowed and stopped. He
panted for breath, then eased out. Lisa continued to whip Sara's
bottom...after a fashion. Her hand and arm were too exhausted to
continue hitting with any strength, and as he watched she dropped the
crop and groaned, leaning over Sara and panting for breath. She was
still pumping her hand, but slowly, that arm worn out as well.
He slammed his fist into her side and she screamed and fell against
the table, falling to the floor. She didn't quite reach it, and hung
from her wrist, her fist stuck inside Sara's pussy. As he watched it
slowly slid out, forcing her pussy lips wider and wider.
Then it popped free and the brunette fell to the floor, clutching her
aching side. Sara's pussy hole stayed gaping as the blonde moaned
softly, barely conscious.
He dragged the brunette into the corner of the room and forced her to
her knees, then placed his flaccid cock in her open mouth. He held it
there for several seconds, until a warm stream of urine shot out the
tip and into her mouth.
"Swallow it. Swallow. Swallow!" he snarled.
The dazed girl swallowed automatically, not caring what it was, or
what it tasted like. Urine poured down her throat and into her belly
until he finished.
"Suck. Suck and lick it," he ordered.
Again she did as ordered, like a machine, licking and sucking his
cock clean.
He fastened wrist and ankle restraints on her, then hung her upside
down and spread-eagled from the chains. He attached the earphones,
blindfolded her, and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, then turned on
the tape machine and left her be.
He went over to Sara and leaned over the table.
"And how are we feeling today?" he asked pleasantly.
"H-H-Huuurt," she whispered.
"I sure hope you do. Next time I tell you to do something you'll do
it."
He pulled her off the table and dragged her under a set of chains,
then locked her in them, leaving her hanging by the wrists. He left
and locked the door behind him, figuring another sixteen or eighteen
hours would do them good.
He wasn't happy with Sara's attitude. He wondered if there was a way
he could make her a totally mindless drone, but also a happy, smiling
one. He didn't want her aggressive, of course, just completely
obedient to his every wish and whim.
She was good enough to sell, of course, but he took a certain
professional pride in perfection. He didn't want to sell just any old
slut. He wanted to sell an absolutely perfect slut. Maybe he should
grind her mind down again and then try and rebuild it.
On the other hand, Lisa was certainly coming along well, even faster
than Sara had. She hadn't resisted anything at all. Of course, she
didn't really know what she was doing, there was that.
He went upstairs and changed into shorts, then went out back and
cleaned the barbeque. He had a dozen people coming over that night for
a party.