Kidnapped Sex Slaves

 

-= Part One =-

Devon consulted the guide book again, but couldn't find 
anything that described the giant dilapidated building 
across the street. Oh well, she thought. Just because 
it's old, doesn't mean it's important. She looked 
around her, then frowned in irritation, her brow 
furrowing above her steel-rimmed aviator glasses.

She turned her head from side to side, sighing in 
exasperation and shaking her head. Why she had been 
partnered with Amber Collins was beyond her 
understanding. Well, no, actually she understood it 
perfectly. Mr. Simms was hoping she'd keep the little 
idiot out of trouble, or at least, keep her from 
getting lost.

She walked back along the street, glancing into the 
store windows she passed. Amber was about as far from 
her idea of good company as she could imagine. The girl 
cared nothing for culture or history, spending all her 
time ogling boys and men and waving her barely covered 
behind in their faces.

She spotted her just then, the long brown hair almost 
covering her face from this angle, as she leaned over a 
low fence and talked with a man seated at an outdoor 
cafe. Her bright orange mini-skirt pulled up as she 
bent over, giving the passing men and motorists a 
glimpse of her small black panties.

Devon pursed her lips in disgust and marched across the 
street to her. She could hear Amber's high pitched 
giggle long before she came near. Amber was trying to 
talk with the man, who apparently didn't speak English. 
She was trying to make up for that by talking louder 
and slower.

"Amber," she snapped.

Amber turned around, her wide, bright blue eyes 
blinking uncertainly. Then a wide smile came over her 
face.

"Devon," I'm so glad you're hear. Can you tell me what 
he's saying?"

"Ignore her. She's an imbecile." Devon said to the man, 
pulling Amber away by the arm.

"But Devooooon," Amber whined.

"We're supposed to be at the hotel by noon."

"Oh, poooh." she whined, her pretty, round frowning, 
her lower lip coming out in a pout.

Devon led her along, ignoring the appreciative stares 
of the men they passed.

Amber liked to display herself, and she had a lot to 
display. Her long legs and the tiny mini attracted the 
attention of everyone behind her. Her large, round 
breasts, only slightly clad in the thin silk tank top 
bounced as she moved.

Devon thought she could actually see men's eyes bobbing 
up and down as they followed their movements. The 
girl's big nipples pressed firmly through the fabric 
and her smooth belly and little button peaked out from 
beneath the short shirt.

Amber was a walking wet dream, and knew it. Devon could 
hardly begrudge the girl the body she possessed, nor 
blame her for the drooling imbeciles who fawned over 
her. She did wish the brunette would display a little 
less pride of ownership though.

The girl was almost a clich+AOk-, a big breasted nympho 
with few, if any brains. Devon was just glad she wasn't 
a blonde, like Devon was. It was hard enough being 
taken seriously as a woman, especially a blonde woman, 
without having someone like Amber around to confirm 
men's idiotic fantasies. Devon might not poses that 
body, but she wouldn't trade with Amber if it meant 
lowering her IQ a hundred points to Amber's level.

She herself was dressed with considerably more decency 
and modesty, wearing a pair of loose black pants, a 
white shirt and a green vest. They made a very odd 
couple walking down the street. Devon's straight 
backed, confident stride, alongside the small 
brunette's swinging sashay.

There was a whistle from off to their left and Amber's 
eyes lit up as she peeked over Devon's body to find the 
source. She giggled, her boobs bouncing up and down. 
Devon growled low in her throat and pulled the girl 
along.

"Will you come on," she snapped, jerking the girl 
forward. Amber sighed in disappointment, her eyes 
blinking sadly as she looked at Devon. Devon shook her 
head again, feeling like she was beating a puppy. Maybe 
you are jealous, she thought.

It wasn't that she was ugly. She was, even in her own 
cautious opinion, rather pretty. Her hair, a very light 
blonde, was shoulder length and almost straight, parted 
on the left. She had a slim oval face, with a small 
mouth and light green eyes. One of her boyfriends had 
described them as intensely sensual. She'd been 
flattered, even though she knew it was a line.

Her body was like her face, slim, but well made and 
healthy. It was rounded in all the right places, though 
not so much as Amber's. Her breasts were not large, but 
neither were they small. In fact, though only a thirty-
four-C, she could look somewhat busty if she wanted, on 
account of her thin frame.

She glanced down at Amber's fat rounded melons and 
couldn't help grin. No, she wouldn't trade for that 
body, no matter how attractive men found it. How did 
the girl walk around without falling forward? Her own 
breasts were more than adequate.

Amber looked up at her, her lower lip still stuck out. 
It was hard to stay mad at Amber. The girl was not a 
bad sort really. Far from it. She was one of life's 
true innocents. Devon had never heard her say a bad 
thing about anyone. When someone yelled at her, she 
simply pouted, her eyes downcast. When insulted, if she 
realized she'd been insulted, she didn't respond.

There wasn't much that made her angry, other than 
people telling "fibs" or being cruel to animals or 
children. She really was a nice person, though not too 
bright. The fact that she slept with anyone who asked 
her was more as a result of her generous spirit than 
any obsession with sex.

"Are you mad at me, Devon?"

"No, Amber. I'm not mad at you," Devon groaned.

"You look mad."

"I'm not, okay?"

"Okay." The girl instantly brightened up. How she was 
gong to survive life was beyond Devon. Then Amber 
inhaled deeply and she laughed to herself.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing."

She could put up with Amber for a little while. This 
was her senior year. Next year she was off to U.C.L.A., 
and she was sure there wouldn't be anyone quite like 
Amber there. Sluts would be around of course, but none 
with her almost childlike innocence.

They arrived back at the old hotel in time and went up 
to their room to change. Devon didn't really need to 
change, but the hotel was a high class one and Mr. 
Simms had advised Amber to wear more discrete clothes 
to dinners.

Once in their room, Amber pulled her shirt up and 
tossed it on her bed, then unsnapped her big bra and 
slid her skirt off. She bent over, taking her black 
panties with her hands and stood up naked, totally 
unconscious of it, or of Devon's presence.

Amber was someone who had adapted easily to Europe's 
rather blase' attitude to nudity at the beaches. She was 
never embarrassed about anything, so why should she be 
embarrassed about her body? She hurried across the room 
to the closet, her breasts jiggling up and down as 
Devon watched, arms folded.

"What should I wear?" she asked.

"Anything that covers you up, Amber and hurry up." 
Amber sighed, searching through the closet and finally 
pulling down a dress that extended almost to her knees. 
It was the most modest thing she had. She started to 
pull it on.

"Your bra, Amber." Devon sighed.

"Oh, yeah." The girl giggled. She moved over to the 
dresser, her large brown nipples hardening in the cool, 
air-conditioned air. She bent over to fetch out a new 
pair of panties and a bra, giving a disinterested Devon 
a sight of her meaty round buttocks and the thin fringe 
of brown hair between her legs.

On their first night together in the room, Amber had 
suggested pushing the beds together.

"Why?" Devon had asked, confused.

"So we can sleep together, silly." The girl had smiled.

"Huh?"

"Don't you want to have sex?"

"Nooooo," she had gaped.

"Oh?" Amber seemed surprised. "Oh, well, Okay." she had 
shrugged in disappointment and masturbated under the 
covers ever night before going to sleep.

Devon had come to realize then where her reputation had 
come from. Amber simply liked people, and liked to be 
liked back. Kissing and having sex was just a nicer way 
of expressing those feelings to the girl, whether with 
girls or boys. She didn't knowingly flirt, doing it 
entirely unconsciously.

If you told Amber she should be more modest about 
people seeing her body, or that she should restrict 
herself when it came to sex, she would look back in 
total confusion and ask why. She saw nothing at all 
wrong with sex. To her it was fun, not something to be 
done secretly and keep hidden.

Devon had almost been tempted, the first few nights 
that she had heard Amber sighing and moaning with 
pleasure from the other bed. She had never had a gay 
relationship before, and was somewhat curious. Still, 
she'd barely waded into the sexual waters with men. She 
didn't think she was ready to start experimenting with 
women, especially not a blabbermouth like Amber.

"Look over there."

Freda looked up from the menu to see Franz staring 
across the room. She turned her head and followed his 
gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as two young women 
entered the dining room. One was of normal build, with 
a lovely oval face and bright blonde hair. The other 
was a short, buxom brunette, whose face bore a bright 
and foolish expression.

"Americans?"

"I'd bet on it." she replied.

"What do you think?"

"They would do nicely, especially the blonde."

"I would have thought the brunette."

"Because of her big chest? Oh, she would be popular, no 
doubt, but the blonde, now there is something to be 
excited over. Look at the way she walks, look at her 
eyes." The two watched the pair sit at a table with a 
number of other young people "She is obviously bright, 
and looks it."

"Because of the glasses." Franz sniffed.

"No. There is intelligence in her face. She looks self 
confident. Many of our... clients would enjoy beating 
that out of her, seeing it as female arrogance."

"Her body is good, athletic looking." Franz said.

"Yes. Yes. I think those two would do very nicely 
indeed."

"How do you want to proceed?" Franz queried.

"You go for the brunette. I shall take little miss 
green eyes myself."

"There will be trouble if Americans go missing."

"There is nothing to link us to them," she replied, 
coolly, her eyes boring into him. He looked away. Freda 
had the eyes to make a man shake and feel tremors on 
his spine. He had been working for her for several 
years now, and still did not understand her. He did, 
however, fear he, and her cruelties.

As near adults, they had the evenings pretty much to 
themselves, providing they returned to the hotel by 
eleven. Devon, Amber, and two other girls found a 
nightclub and began dancing and partying shortly after 
dinner.

Devon was a little uncomfortable with it all, and was 
prodded by Kelly and Susan several times to lighten up. 
She didn't like that expression. She sipped carefully 
on her drink and looked at Amber, dancing wildly on the 
dance floor.

Now she was lightened up plenty. The brunette was 
having a great time, dancing with almost everyone in 
the place. Devon had been more selective. Amber simply 
didn't seem to restrict herself at all. She didn't seem 
to be able to recognize the obvious wolves like the 
others did, but then, since she didn't care who she 
slept with, Devon supposed it didn't matter.

"All alone?" Devon looked across the table to find a 
tall, sleek looking blonde woman of about thirty, 
smiling down at her.

"Uh, no, I'm with friends." she nodded at the half full 
glasses around the table.

"But you have a spare chair. Would you mind if I joined 
you briefly. My legs are tired and all the tables are 
full."

"Sure." Devon shrugged, fighting to keep her voice 
steady.

The woman was easily six feet tall, with a full, yet 
graceful body. She had extremely short blonde hair, 
obviously dyed. Her face was attractive, almost 
sculpted in its Germanic lines. Her eyes were strong 
and sharp, and made Devon feel nervous and awkward.

"Thank you so much." The woman's accent was light, her 
English very good.

"My name is Freda." She offered her hand across the 
table.

"Uh, I'm Devon."

"How do you do?" Her voice was deep, and strong.

Devon smiled and looked away.

"You are American, no?"

"Yes."

"Ah. I thought as much. I can always tell. A word of 
warning, my dear. Many of the men here are not 
interested in anything more than an overnight 
dalliance."

"Yes, I know."

"Though, that does not seem to bother your young 
friend." She looked over at Amber, cavorting with a 
tall, dark haired man ten years her senior. The man's 
hand was firmly on Amber's behind as they danced.

"Amber's... well. She's okay." Devon shrugged.

"Are you enjoying your visit to Germany?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Goot. We are very proud of out nation." She lit a 
cigarette and drew in a deep breath, then blew a series 
of smoke rings to the ceiling.

Freda proved extremely friendly to all of them, making 
jokes and listening with interest to everything they 
said. Amber was the only one of the four that didn't 
feel awkward around the sophisticated woman. Even the 
men that danced with her had a look of near awe on 
their faces.

Kelly and Sue left around ten, but Amber stayed on. She 
was talking with Freda about Germanic history and 
finding herself extremely interested in the woman's 
intelligent opinions and information. She was reluctant 
to leave her and go back to the dull hotel.

As it turned out though, Freda was from out of town, 
and also staying at the Reichouse. It was a terrific 
coincidence. Though, actually, as she pointed out to 
Devon, the Reichouse was very close to the nightclub, 
so it wasn't all that much of a coincidence.

The three of them walked back together, Freda and Devon 
heatedly discussing the migratory patterns of the early 
Germanic tribes, while Amber played with her hair.

They checked in with Simms, then went up to their room. 
Freda then pointed out that she had a suite, and since 
they were in the hotel, they didn't have to stay in 
their room. So they followed Freda to her luxurious 
suite, where Devon and she continued their discussion.

Amber wandered around the place, then found the TV in 
the bedroom and disappeared. The two blondes continued 
talking, the conversation turning more to modern 
things, such as school, travel, and boys. Like the 
other European girls she'd met, Freda was very frank 
and open about sex, causing Devon to blush more than 
once with her blunt language.

Around twelve, Freda excused herself, and went down the 
hall to the bathroom. Devon continued sipping on her 
drink. After several minutes had passed, she began to 
wonder what the woman was doing. It was after midnight 
and she and Amber had to be up fairly early.

She waited several more minutes, fidgeting, then got up 
and wandered down the hall. She found the bathroom 
empty, and frowned in confusion. She knocked lightly on 
a door, then pushed it open. It was a bedroom, and it 
too was empty.

She moved across the little hall and knocked on another 
door, then pushed it open. Her eyes widened in shock as 
she saw Amber spread out on the bed, completely naked. 
The brunette was moaning and trembling and jerking her 
hips up into Freda's face as the German woman slurped 
away at the Brunette's groin.

Devon was riveted in place, totally stunned by the 
sight. Freda was naked as well, her body sleek and 
strong looking, muscles rippling along her flank and 
arms as she knelt between Amber's legs. Her large 
breasts hung beneath her, brushing the covers as she 
worked on the little brunette.

She apparently knew what she was doing. Amber was 
writhing on the bed, her back arching, her big meaty 
breasts swollen with excitement and pushed outward. Her 
body shuddered and trembled as she came, moaning and 
grunting with pleasure.

Freda slid up Amber's body, kissing her flesh tenderly. 
She reached the brunette's boobs and started squeezing 
and suckling the fat brown nipples, then moved higher. 
Her back was to the door and Devon as she squatted 
above Amber's face.

Amber's hands came up and cupped the firm round 
buttocks above her as her face pressed upward into the 
blonde woman's crotch. Soon Freda was sighing with 
pleasure and humping her crotch up and down on Amber's 
face.

It was an intensely erotic sight, the two of them 
silhouetted in the weak light from the table lamp, 
their bodies shining with perspiration as they moved 
together. Amber's legs were towards the door, spread 
wide. Devon could see right into her pink furrowed 
cunt, and see the wetness there.

She pulled the door shut and hurried across the room, 
opening the door to the hall and then storming down to 
the elevator and back to her room. Her mind was in 
chaos. How could an intelligent, sophisticated woman 
like Freda leave a conversation to go to the bathroom, 
then wind up naked in bed with that brainless little 
slut?

What was wrong with the world? She flung her vest 
against the wall, cursing at Amber as she stripped for 
bed. She cursed the older woman as well, and Europeans 
and Germans in general. None of them had any class at 
all, she thought angrily.

She lay in bed, trying without success to sleep, and 
refusing to touch herself despite the arousal between 
her legs. It was hours later when an exhausted Amber 
finally staggered through the door and all but 
collapsed on her bed.

Amber simply didn't understand her hostility the next 
morning.

"Why are you mad at me?" She asked, bewildered.

"Oh, just forget it," You're such a stupid little whore, 
Amber."

"I am not," the brunette cried, stamping her foot.

"Is there anyone you won't go to bed with?"

"Why shouldn't I have sex with Freda?" Devon stared at 
her in frustration.

"You could have too. She said you were very pretty."

"I wouldn't want to."

"Well, you could have if you wanted to. She likes you."

"I could care less."

"I thought you liked her."

"Well, I don't anymore."

"I don't understand you, Devon." Amber sighed. "Just 
because she had sex with me? You could have had sex 
with her, or me. I'll sleep with you now if you want."

"You're disgusting."

"Oh forget it."

"Anyway, it turns out that Freda lives in a castle."

"Sure."

"She does. She lives in a castle in Rolburghe, where 
we're going next."

"Wonderful."

"She invited you and me to stay there."

"Forget it. You go."

"Ahhh. Don't be like that," Amber pouted.

"Will you leave me alone. You can fuck whoever you 
want, but I have higher standards,"

They arrived in Rolburghe mid-morning and fanned out to 
see the historic sites. For the first time, Amber 
wanted to see something, an old cafe that dated back to 
the twelfth century. She claimed to have heard of it 
from someone.

Devon, over her anger, allowed herself to be led for 
once. They sat down at a low table in the cafe, which 
was snug and colorful. The waitress brought them soft 
drinks and Amber looked around expectantly. "Well, 
hello. I'm glad you both got here." Devon looked up to 
see Freda smiling at them. She sat down at their table 
and brushed cheeks with Amber before smiling at Devon 
and holding out her hand.

Devon took it and shook unhappily.

"You must allow me to show you around my little town."

"Sure," Amber squeaked.

"Uh, well..."

"Oh, come now, Devon. Who knows it better than a 
native? I'll bring you up to my castle. There are 
antiques there dating to the tenth century, when it was 
the seat of government."

"Really?" Devon found herself interested.

"Oh yes." She leaned forward to whisper. "And no guards 
to keep you from touching them." She smiled 
conspiratorially.

"Neat," Amber said.

"Well, I suppose it would be pretty... neat." Devon 
smiled. Who was she to judge the sexual mores of a 
sophisticated woman like Freda? After all, the woman 
hadn't come onto her, and even if she had, well, she 
tolerated it in Amber. Freda was not at all like Amber 
though, she reminded herself. The woman was almost 
predatory, with the feline eyes of a hunting cat.

They go the grand tour, sipping cokes as they wandered 
through the stone walled rooms and corridors. Freda 
acted as tour guide, pointing out the things of greater 
interest, including a sword that had been used to cut 
off one of the former residents' head.

Devon found her skin tingling strangely as they walked 
along. Her stomach fluttered and she almost banged into 
walls several times. She felt hot, despite the coolness 
in the castle, and opened her shirt a button, fanning 
herself.

She was finding it difficult to concentrate on what 
Freda was saying, finding herself getting distracted by 
all manner of things, from cobwebs to the heels of 
Freda's shoes.

"Why don't you two stay with me while you're in town?" 
Freda asked.

"Oh, could we?" Amber clapped her hands in excitement.

"Certainly. It would be my pleasure."

"I don't know if Mr. Simms will let us though."

"I will talk to Mr. Simms. He will agree. After all, it 
will save him the hotel fare."

"That's true."

Devon didn't respond, being completely fascinated with 
a bug crawling across the window. She and Amber were 
given large adjoining rooms, both of which had immense 
four poster beds. She was glad to fall into hers 
shortly after nightfall, being exhausted.

Amber slept in her flannel pyjamas as usual. They had 
been a present from her mother, who had no idea that 
her daughter was sexually active, let alone how active. 
Amber wore them unless it was too hot, partly out of 
guilt for not telling her parents about herself, and 
partly because she could press the fabric against her 
cunny and bring herself off better.

She was feeling a little muddled for some reason, but 
was not surprised when Freda opened her door and walked 
in shortly after she'd gone to bed. Freda was wearing a 
long nearly invisible nightie as she walked up to the 
bed.

"Would you like some company, dear?"

"Oh sure." Amber smiled, opening the sheets to let the 
older woman into bed. She missed the glint in the 
woman's eyes as the blonde pulled her nightie up and 
off, then slowly, cat-like, got into bed beside her.

She settled in, laying down next to Amber on her side. 
She quickly rolled over so she was half atop the 
smaller woman and kissed her lightly on the lips. The 
brunette responded happily. Freda's large hand cupped 
the brunette's right breast and squeezed.

It was tighter than Amber liked, but she didn't 
complain. It only hurt a little, and Freda seemed to 
like doing it. Their mouths slid together, their 
tongues writhing within each other's mouths. Freda was 
very firm, pressing down harshly, demandingly.

Her hands squeezed and twisted Amber's bit, meaty 
breasts, hurting the teenager's tender flesh. She 
rubbed her body down on Amber, moving hungrily. Her 
right hand slipped between Amber's legs and squeezed up 
on her pussy, drawing a gasp of pain from the small 
brunette.

She felt overwhelmed by the force of Freda's desire. 
The big woman's hands moved back and forth across her 
body, squeezing and fondling her without any regard to 
Amber. Two fingers jammed into Amber's cunny and pumped 
in and out quickly, before her hole was even wet.

Amber grunted with pain again. She knew she should 
complain, but didn't for some reason, tolerating the 
roughness as the older woman's breasts crushed down 
into her face. She slid her tongue out and began to 
suckle on the big nipple that Freda placed against her 
lips.

Freda gripped her hair, pulling her head up, forcing 
her head brutally hard against her tit. Amber was 
almost smothered in the firm flesh as Freda pushed her 
ruthlessly into herself. Then she pulled back, allowing 
Amber to breath.

She slid down between Amber's legs, her hands folding 
around the girl's legs and jerking them far apart, then 
her face was there at the brunette's crotch, her tongue 
diving into Amber's muff. Amber sighed in happiness as 
she felt the wet tongue on her slit.

Her body began to warm and tighten with arousal as 
Freda pumped her fingers into her pussy and slurped and 
nibbled on her clit. Her heat built higher and higher, 
then she yelped in pain as Freda bit down on her clit, 
her teeth harsh and savage.

Instantly, she tongued the clit with softness, easing 
the pain and bringing a powerful burning need to 
Amber's crotch. Then she bit down again, making Amber 
cry out in pain. Again the tongue rasped softly, 
driving Amber upwards into an orgasmic wave. Her right 
hand was in Amber's pussy, sliding three fingers in and 
out. Her left squeezed Amber's right breast, the finger 
digging deep furrows in the thick, malleable flesh. She 
found the erect nipple and pinched it, making Amber 
whine in confusion and heat.

She twisted the nipple far around, then reached up with 
her other hand and seized the girl's left nipple, 
pinching and twisting it. Her face was buried in 
Amber's crotch, her tongue rasping energetically across 
her clit.

Amber was caught in a whirling vortex of pleasure and 
pain, her dazed mind unable to protest or separate the 
two as the hammer blows of electric sensations struck 
her one after the other, and sometimes at the same 
time. Freda's hands squeezed tightly around her big 
fleshy breasts, the fingers like iron bands as they 
compressed the sensitive flesh cruelly.

She stabbed her tongue deep into Amber's cunt, making 
the girl hump upwards against her as the feelings 
intensified. Amber's head was thrashing from side to 
side, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth gaping. She 
arched her back, despite the added pain against her 
distended breasts.

Freda climbed up her body and lay next to her, She 
seized Amber's thick hair and twisted her head up and 
to the side, then her mouth locked tightly around 
Amber's full lips and her tongue pushed deep into her. 
She sucked and blew into the girl's mouth as her 
fingers pumped furiously in the hot, wet cunt slit.

Her thumb worked roughly over Amber's clit as she 
finger fucked the girl, and Amber humped upward 
helplessly, impaling herself on the long, thin fingers. 
Her orgasm blossomed and ripped through her, sending 
her into spastic convulsions.

Freda bit down on her tongue and ground her thumb, nail 
first into the girl's clit. Amber would have screamed 
if her mouth hadn't been covered. Her orgasm blasted 
higher, riding a wave of churning sensations of pain. 
She bounced up and down, legs flopping mindlessly on 
the bed as the orgasm howled on and on.

Finally it calmed, when she was on the verge of 
unconsciousness. She relaxed, her body sprawled weakly 
on the bed. Freda cuddled her sweating face against her 
firm breasts and cooed low, holding Amber's head 
against her like a baby.

-= Part Two =-

Devon ate slowly, munching on the cereal while her eyes 
focused and unfocused. There was not a great deal of 
the drug in her system. Freda wanted her to be aware, 
if not necessarily alert. The cereal was almost 
entirely sugar and had almost no redeeming qualities. 
Certainly, it had no protein.

To go with the cereal, there was kool-aid, not milk. 
Milk was too nourishing. Amber was animated and happy, 
making up for Devon's comparative silence. She had less 
of the drug then Devon, needing less to bring a slight 
haze to her brain.

Freda led them through the castle to the pool. It was 
indoors, in a cavernous stone room with dim lights. 
Freda stripped naked, and Amber quickly followed. "Get 
undressed, Devon. We're going swimming." Freda called 
gaily.

Devon looked around in confusion, then started to 
unbutton her shirt. She stripped to her panties before 
stopping.

"I don't have any swim suit." She said.

"Oh, my little sweetie," Freda laughed. "Don't be so 
provincial,"

Devon blushed, feeling even more awkward around the 
sleek woman than before. She shyly turned around and 
pulled her bra off, then slid her panties down her 
thighs and legs and turned around, her hands cupping 
her crotch.

Freda and Amber were paying no attention to her, busy 
tossing a beach ball back and forth. She felt foolish 
again, and took her hands away, then shook her head to 
clear a slight buzz and stepped into the water.

"Take your glasses off dear." Freda called. Devon 
blushed again, and turned around, pulling off her 
glasses and setting them on a towel. She stepped into 
the water again, sliding down a low ramp until she was 
up to her chest.

Freda tossed her the ball. She caught it and tossed it 
back, feeling slightly better. They played catch for a 
bit. Then a man came into the pool. Devon didn't even 
notice him at first. Didn't notice until he was in the 
water and he took the thrown ball from Freda and tossed 
it to Devon.

She stared at him in confusion, then only just resisted 
the temptation to hide behind the ball. She tossed it 
back and sank lower in the water as the man caught it.

"Girls, this is Franz," Freda said, matter-of-factly.

"This is Amber and Devon." She pointed to each of them.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance." he said, tossing 
the ball back to Devon. She had no choice but to reach 
up and catch it, displaying her nude chest to him.

She tossed it back and sank down again, feeling both 
embarrassed and stupid. Amber didn't seem bothered at 
all. Of course, she had gone nude on the nude beach 
last week, the only one of the Americans to do so.

Devon gradually got over her embarrassment, until Franz 
climbed out of the water. She blushed furiously as she 
saw his groin, and the large limp penis hanging there. 
Amber climbed out with him, the two of them laughing 
together.

Freda swam over next to Devon and put a friendly arm 
around her shoulder.

"Had enough swimming?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Let's rest then," Freda sighed, climbing out of the 
water. She stopped and turned, holding out a hand to 
help Devon. Blushing again, Devon took her hand and 
allowed the older woman to pull her up onto the floor.

They sat down on cushions, side by side. Freda dried 
her own very short hair, then ran the towel through 
Devon's, chatting all the while about inconsequential 
things. Devon sipped from her coke and watched Amber 
and Franz, who were sitting very close together.

Franz tilted Amber's face up and then kissed her as the 
brunette giggled. His arm was around Amber's back, his 
hand coming up under her arm and cupping her breast 
firmly. His finger squeezed together on the tit as his 
mouth shifted from her cheek to her lips.

His other hand slid between her legs and began rubbing 
up and down. Devon felt her skin flush with 
embarrassment as the man rubbed at her and Amber cooed 
in pleasure. They both lay back on the pool deck, 
Amber's legs spreading wider.

Devon couldn't look away. She felt both repelled and 
enthralled. She watched Franz's fingers push into 
Amber's vagina, sliding deep into the brunette's slit 
until only the knuckles of his hand were outside.

He pumped his fingers in and out as their lips moved 
roughly together. He rolled across her the, coming down 
on the small girl's body, pressing her into the floor 
as they kissed. Her legs were wide open and he rubbed 
against her.

Then he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and 
pushed them back, spreading Amber open. Devon's eyes 
watched raptly as the man's hard erection lifted and 
pointed at Amber's slit. She could see the groin very 
clearly from only a few feet away, and watched as Franz 
centered his cock against the brown fringed slit.

Then it was pressing into Amber's hole. Franz let the 
tip lay inside, and straightened his body over her. He 
grabbed her legs and pushed them back even higher, 
lifting himself into the air so he was supported by his 
toes and hands, only the thick little tube of meat 
joining him and her.

Then he sank down, his cock sliding smoothly and firmly 
into Amber's body as the brunette groaned and sighed in 
pleasure. Devon's mouth was dry as she watched. Her 
breathing was coming faster and faster as Franz began 
to rise and lower his buttocks, sliding his erection in 
and out of the brunette's hole.

She could see the gleaming wetness of Amber's cunt 
cream on Franz's cockshaft. She could not take her eyes 
off it. Franz began thrusting into Amber with long, 
firm strokes, his cock working in and out like a piston 
in a shaft.

Amber was moaning and mewling happily, her ass humping 
up at the man as she worked herself on his cock. Devon 
looked down to see Freda's smooth white hand cupping 
her own breast. She looked at it in confusion, then 
raised her eyes to look at Freda, who looked back 
evenly.

"Why don't we leave, dear. I'm sure they would prefer 
privacy. She squeezed Devon's breast firmly, then 
pulled her hand away and pulled Devon to her feet. She 
led the blonde girl out of the pool, still naked, and 
down the stone hallway.

They went up a curving staircase and down another 
hallway, until turning into a bedroom, Freda's. Freda 
led her over to the big four poster bed and pulled her 
down on it. Devon felt she should protest, but she was 
filled with the sense of fate and acceptance.

She let Freda settle her on her back in the midst of 
the big bed, then watched as the big woman threw a leg 
around her body and sat down straddling her chest. She 
felt the woman's warm buttocks press into her belly, 
and felt her pubic hair, light and ticklish on her 
skin.

Freda looked down at her, her mouth curved in a 
satisfied smile, her eyes bright slits. Then slowly she 
bent forward, her hands going to Devon's breasts and 
rubbing back and forth across them. Her face obscured 
all else, then her lips touched Devon's, sending a 
charge into the teenager's body.

Mark Hunter was worried. He paced back and forth across 
his living room, his brows furrowed as terrible ideas 
rode across his mind one after another. Devon had been 
missing since yesterday, and it was totally unlike his 
responsible daughter to just wander off like that and 
not let anyone know where she was going.

He was getting more afraid with every passing hour that 
didn't bring word from her. She just wouldn't go off 
like that. She wouldn't." The police in Germany were 
looking for her, but how hard? A missing teenager, even 
two, probably didn't mean very much to them.

He picked up the slip of paper for the fiftieth time 
that day and looked at it. It was the same as always, 
blank, save for a phone number. A friend had given him 
the number earlier. He picked up the phone at last and 
dialled the number.

Devon gripped the headboard with white finger, hanging 
on as though a hurricane was blowing against her. Her 
eyes were closed, and her teeth clenched as the German 
woman knelt between her widely splayed legs and played 
with her sex. Freda kept shifting her gaze from the 
girl's pretty little pussy slit to her sweet young 
face.

She watched the reaction on the teenager's face as she 
ground her thumb into the hot little clit, then smiled 
in amusement. She dug her thumb in more, sliding her 
fingers in and out of the tightly sucking cunt pit, and 
watched Devon's back arch upward as a gasp of shock 
came from her parted lips.

Devon's chest was rising and falling like a bellows as 
Freda worked over her. Freda's fingers were dancing 
little snakes, slithering and sliding and rubbing and 
caressing. Her mouth and lips were sometimes light as 
feathers, sometimes hard and hot like a burning poker.

She pushed her face in closer to the teen's crotch and 
slid her lips around the little pink clit, then hummed 
deeply, setting the little nub vibrating. Devon's ass 
rose from the bed, her cunt pushing up at Freda's face 
as a sob of confusion echoed through the cavernous 
stone room.

Freda munched on the clit, her lips rubbing quickly 
from side to side as her tongue whirled around on the 
center. She sucked, then blew, then sucked. Finally, 
she sucked the little clit into her mouth and closed 
her teeth around it, biting down as she pushed three 
fingers deep into the tight little fuck tunnel.

Devon gasped, then grunted repeatedly, her ass bucking 
up and down as her entire body shuddered in response. A 
great roaring sound blew through her head, deafening 
her as the orgasms rippled up and down her body like a 
sloshing wave inside a bottle. It set her limbs 
vibrating, her belly fluttering and her head thrashing 
from side to side.

Freda stuffed her tongue into the girl's pink slit, 
scooping out wads of cunt cream and swallowing it with 
a happy gulp. She sucked hard, pulling Devon's cunt 
lips apart with her fingers and pushing her face into 
the open cunt, her mouth sucking and slurping.

Devon whined and whimpered as her body shook through 
the orgasm. Her body was battered by explosive releases 
of orgasmic energy that tore through her thin frame 
with irresistible force. She clung grimly to the 
headboard, her back arching again, throwing her hot, 
hard tits up and out.

Freda continued her sucking. Devon's convulsions 
weakened, gradually tapering off until she was still 
but for the rise and fall of her chest. Freda sat up, 
then moved slightly, sitting with her legs curled under 
her, right next to Devon's right hip.

Devon's right leg was stretched out over Freda's knees 
as the older woman sat and slowly rubbed her big hand 
up and down over the hot sweaty flesh of Devon's 
crotch. Her left hand caressed Devon's breasts, first 
one, then the other, rasping across hard, spit-wet 
nipples.

She rubbed back and forth for long minutes, and was 
rewarded to see the girl's frame begin to twitch and 
then tremble again. She rubbed harder over the girl's 
clit, and began to push the tips of her fingers in and 
out of the tight, wet little slit hole.

She pushed her fingers deeper, feeling the blonde's 
cunt muscles tighten up and her juices flow more 
freely. She bent forward and sucked Devon's right 
nipple into her mouth, chewing on it and rolling it 
around with her tongue. Devon's breathing grew harder 
and her body began to undulate as a tall, raging orgasm 
rushed towards her.

Then Freda stopped, letting the intensity of the 
feelings subside. She began again, manipulating the 
blonde teenager's clit, pumping her pussy, and suckling 
on her nipples. Then, as Devon approached an orgasm, 
Freda stopped. Devon sobbed in disappointment, her ass 
rubbing from side to side on the bed.

She tried to close her legs, but Freda stopped her, 
then she tried to bring her own hands down to her 
pussy. Freda seized them and forced them back up above 
her head. She pulled leather restraints out from the 
top posts and slid them around the thin wrists, 
fastening them securely.

She pulled two more restraints from the bottom posts 
and tied them around Devon's ankles, spreading the legs 
wide and locking them in place. She got up then, going 
over to the closet. From there, she selected a pair of 
small vibrators and a long, very thick strap on dildo. 
She carried them back to the bed and sat down.

The first vibrator clicked on with a buzzing sound and 
Freda slid it up and down Devon's wet cunt slit. Back 
and forth she worked the hard little plastic device, 
then pushed it up under her clit and rested it there 
for long seconds.

Devon strained against the bonds holding her, trying to 
push her ass up and impale herself on the hard buzzing 
instrument. Freda would only allow so much pressure 
however, and stopped completely when it looked to her 
as if the girl was going to cum.

She waited, doing nothing but kissing Devon's tear 
stained cheeks. When Devon's breathing was more even, 
she brought the vibrator down to her crotch again, 
clicked it on and then slowly sank it into her cunt 
hole, pushing it deep inside until only the tip 
remained.

She left it there, picking up the second vibrator and 
clicking it on. She began to work it lightly across 
Devon's nipples, buzzing one, then the other, 
alternating with her tongue and mouth. She reached down 
after a minute and began to pump the vibrator in and 
out of the cunt, feeling the wetness on the shining 
plastic now as it pulled outward.

Devon's breath came in strangled gasps and her chest 
rose and fell furiously. She arched her back and began 
to whine. Freda pulled both vibrators away again and 
Devon burst into tears, her body racked by miserable, 
wet sobs.

Freda smiled. She had plenty of time. She put the 
vibrators down and lay next to the bound girl, sliding 
her hand back and forth across Devon's belly. She 
kissed her gently on the cheek, and began rubbing her 
crotch against Devon's hip as she lightly palmed her 
left breast.

"Obey," she whispered. "Obey."

It was a slightly louder repetition of the recorded 
messages that had been playing in Devon and Amber's 
rooms since the girl's had gotten here. The voices came 
through carefully placed speakers and could be heard, 
though only if there was silence, in any part of the 
rooms.

Of course, they could be heard regardless of whether 
there was silence, but you wouldn't know you were 
hearing it. They were not quite subliminal, being 
audible to the human ear but simply ignored by the 
mind. All night they had played.

"Obey," she repeated. "You must obey."

Devon whimpered as Freda sucked on her nipple.

"Pretty little pussy," Freda cooed.

She moved up and threw her leg over the girl's 
shoulder, then sat down fully on her face. She felt the 
soft skin and little nose against her crotch, could 
discern the wetness of Devon's lips and hard bony jaw 
as she rubbed her crotch and ass back and forth over 
them.

"Lick me, baby," she sighed. "Push your tongue up and 
lick my pussy."

She placed her wet pussy slit directly over Devon's 
mouth and rubbed. "Lick me. Lick me." she moaned. "Lick 
it, Devon."

Devon felt the wetness against her mouth and her tongue 
flicked out, touching Freda's bare slit. "Lick. Lick. 
Lick. Lick," Freda chanted.

Devon began to lick at the pussy, hardly aware of what 
it was or what she was doing. She looked upward, seeing 
Freda's smooth belly above her face, and then high 
above that the rounded swellings of the woman's 
breasts.

Freda crossed her wrists behind her head, arching her 
back as she ground her crotch up and down over Devon's 
face. She sighed in pleasure as she felt the girl's 
tongue against her clit and rotated her ass in slow 
half circles against it. "My clit. Lick my clit," she 
sighed, pulling her cunt lips apart and sliding her 
clit against the upthrust tongue.

She cooed in pleasure, feeling the softness of the 
tongue against her, and reached down with her hands to 
cup Devon's head, holding it as she rutted down against 
it. She felt her pleasure building, part from the 
stimulation of Devon's face and tongue, but mostly out 
of the deep, sensuous psychic satisfaction she got from 
dominating the pretty young woman.

She watched the glazed eyes beneath her, and jammed her 
cunt between the girl's mouth, sighing again, then 
laughing lightly. She felt her cut burning with 
excitement, and knew her orgasm was approaching. Then 
it was upon her. She let all her weight come down on 
her crotch, down on Devon's face, and rubbed 
frantically, almost jerking off against her face.

Hunter looked carefully through the eyehole, then 
opened the door. The man gazed at him without 
expression.

"Mr. Hunter?"

"You're Mr. Grant?"

"Yes."

"Uh... won't you come in." He held the door wide and 
the man stepped through, walking out of the hall and 
into the living room, his eyes sweeping from side to 
side.

Hunter closed the door, looking at the man dubiously. 
He wasn't at all what he'd expected. The man was short 
and balding, wore a good, but not great suit, and 
didn't look any more capable of physical violence than 
Hunter himself.

The man turned, his eyes calm behind round glasses.

"I have a document for you to sign." he said. "Then you 
can give me a check."

"Uh, no offense, Mr. Grant, but how do I know you can 
help me?"

"You don't. We give no guarantees. We will do what we 
can."

"But... well, you don't look, that is, you don't look 
like..."

"Like a tough guy commando? I'm not, I am an 
accountant, actually. My skills are in management and 
research."

"Oh."

"What you need, Mr. Hunter, is someone to find your 
daughter. That is the hard part. Once she's found, it 
will be reasonably simple to bring her back, assuming 
of course, that she is still alive."

"Of course she's alive. Why wouldn't she be?" he 
demanded. Grant sighed and shook his head.

"I'm afraid Mr. Hunter, that you simply are not wealthy 
enough to justify a kidnapping. You had to mortgage 
this house for our payment, did you not?"

"How did you..."

"We do check on our potential clients, Mr. Hunter. 
Since you're not a wealthy man, there are two 
probabilities that have the highest likelihood of being 
true. The first is that your daughter has gone off by 
her own free will, and simply decided not to tell 
anyone. You say this would not happen and I tend to 
agree that it is unlikely.

The second possibility, which then becomes the most 
likely probability, is that she was kidnapped for 
sexual purposes." Hunter blanched.

"I'm afraid you must face that fact. If she was 
kidnapped for sexual purposes, which, as I say, is 
likely, she is by now either in the grip of an 
organized gang, or dead."

"A... a gang?" Hunter whispered.

"Yes. If she and her friend were simply dragged off and 
raped, they would either have turned up by now, or be 
dead. If however, she was taken by an organized gang, 
and there are several in Europe, then she is being held 
still, probably in a very secure location."

"But who, why, how would..."

"Brothels, white slavery operations, there are several 
possibilities. We will investigate them all."

"You don't offer me much hope."

"That's not true. There is no hope, unless she has 
disappeared voluntarily, that she remains pure and 
chaste, but that does not mean we can not retrieve her, 
even if she is slightly soiled by now."

"You're talking about my daughter," Hunter snapped.

"I apologise if I offend you but pretty young women are 
not kidnapped merely to be admired with the eyes. Now, 
do you have my check?" he held out his hand.

Hunter pulled the check from his pocket and gave it to 
him.

Freda yawned and looked at the clock. It was four in 
the morning. She got out of bed slowly, stretching and 
rubbing her eyes, then pulled on a robe and walked out 
of the room, going down the hallway. She opened another 
door and walked in to find Franz carefully watching the 
blonde girl.

"How is she?"

"She has been mumbling now for some time. I can't make 
out what she's saying though." Freda looked down at 
Devon and wiped her eyes again.

"You can get some rest. I'll take over now."

"Okay. I wish you'd let me fuck her though. I'm hard as 
steel after five hours of this."

"Go and see the brunette. You can fuck her if Marc says 
it is all right."

"Goot." he turned and left the room, closing the door 
behind him. Freda sat down next to the still tightly 
bound blonde and tried to make out what she was saying.

She too could not make it out. Just babbling, she 
thought. The blonde's body was covered with a sheen of 
sweat. Her once bright blonde hair was now dark with 
sweat and plastered to the girl's head and face. Her 
head tossed back and forth every few seconds and her 
body trembled as if in pain.

She and Franz had been manipulating her for over twenty 
hours now, constantly stimulating her, bringing her up 
to the verge of orgasm, but never letting her peak, 
always backing off at the last second. Her body must be 
utterly exhausted by now.

Combined with the drug, the lack of sleep, the 
dehydration caused by the constant sweating without any 
fluid intake, and terrible, by now desperate burning 
need between her legs, had rendered the once self 
assured young woman into a pathetic, babbling, whining 
mess.

In the background, she could hear the recording still 
repeating itself endlessly. "Obey." it whispered. "You 
must obey. You must be obedient... Obey." Freda picked 
up the two vibrators and turned them on. She pushed one 
into the soaking slit entrance, sliding it up to press 
against the clit, then took the other and pushed it 
against the clit from the other side.

She had the little pink organ trapped between the two 
vibrators and rubbed them lightly from side to side. 
The girl sobbed in despair, her breathing increasing 
again, her body beginning to shake and quiver with 
renewed need.

Freda let her shake for a while, let the need build up 
in her until she began to grunt and groan, then she 
took the vibrators away and stood up, going into the 
corner and pouring herself a glass of water. She heard 
a broken sob of misery behind her and smiled to 
herself.

Sometimes, this could be such fun. She swallowed the 
water, then turned back to the girl. The sheet under 
her was dark and wet with sweat. Freda picked up a 
fluffy towel and rubbed it lightly across Devon's face, 
drying it off. She rubbed the towel over her chest and 
belly, then over her legs.

She tossed the dirty towel on the floor and sat down 
again, taking the girl's outrageously over stimulated 
nipples in her fingers and rubbing them from side to 
side gently. "Obey." she whispered. "You must obey."

In another room down the hall, Amber was squatting over 
Franz, who sat in a straight backed chair, his hands on 
her sides, just under her chest, helping her as she 
rose and fell over his lap. His cock stuck straight 
upwards and the little brunette was sliding her cunt 
sheath up and down the fat organ.

Amber had been much easier to deal with than the other 
girl. They'd known she would be from the start of 
course. Still, she too would not be permitted to sleep 
or drink for at least a couple of more days. She was 
already learning to obey in a more simpler manner than 
Devon.

Earlier, she'd been fucked by a number of Marc's 
servants, each instructing her in exactly the way he 
wanted her to respond. Any deviation or hesitation had 
led to pain. Not terrible pain, for that was not 
needed, but pain nonetheless.

Even as pain was used to force obedience, the girl was 
being trained to enjoy it. Her orgasms, of which there 
had been many, were always accompanied by hard pinches 
and squeeze, pulled hair, and hard slaps. She was 
coming to recognize that pain led to pleasure, and vice 
versa. After a while, she would be unable to tell the 
difference between the two sensations.

She rode up and down on his cock now, sliding her tight 
tube up the length of his shaft until the cock head 
rested between her lips, then slowly dropping down, 
taking it up into her belly until she was stuffed with 
hot, hard, male meat.

She was exhausted, perhaps even more so than Devon, for 
her orgasms, which shook her, and twisted her vitals 
into jelly like masses of quivering flesh, took a great 
deal of energy out of her. Nor was she being allowed to 
replace it. No food for her, at least, nothing with 
protein. She was allowed chocolates and candy, and 
nothing more.

Franz took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked 
hard. His hands cupped her sweetly rounded buttocks and 
helped her raise herself. He felt her cunt spasming and 
bit down hard on the nipple. Amber groaned as the sharp 
pain joined the buildup of orgasmic energy in her 
system.

Franz bit harder still, breaking the skin of her 
sensitive nipple and drawing blood. He sucked 
furiously, tasting her blood in his mouth and seeking 
more. His hand gripped her tit and squeezed tightly as 
he sucked, forcing more blood to well up into his 
mouth.

His other hand seized the girl's tangled hair and 
pulled viciously back, jerking her head way back so it 
was almost upside down, and stretching the skin over 
her rounded tit meat. He slammed his cock upward into 
her belly, rutting furiously as he drank her blood.

Amber whined madly, her body shivering and shaking. Her 
tits burned with pain and pleasure as her cunt erupted 
in furious electric spasms of volcanic lust. She 
screamed, bouncing desperately up and down on Franz's 
pumping rod as she was inundated by hammering blasts of 
orgasmic bliss.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled 
freely, her limbs shaking and twitching as her body 
quaked in the midst of a colossal seizure. For long, 
long seconds she trembled and shook, until the orgasm 
finally subsided. Only then did she finally draw a 
gasping breath of air into her tortured lungs.

-= Part Three =-

Jack Martin stepped off the plane as calmly and easily 
as if he were a businessman here for a simple meeting, 
which was his very well learned cover. He answered all 
the questions with a friendly, but not too friendly 
smile, then took his two bags and walked out to the 
parking lot.

There he opened the trunk of a dark blue Audi, tossing 
his bags in to either side of another bag already 
there. He looked around once, then unzipped the bag and 
checked. Everything was as it should be. He pulled out 
a holster and a small nine millimetre automatic and 
slid them under his blazer, then slammed the trunk.

He unlocked the driver's door, got in and started the 
engine. Still nothing. If anything were going to happy, 
it would happen, it would happen now. He stepped on the 
gas, pulling smoothly out of the parking space and 
driving to the exit.

He opened his briefcase and took a pair of small color 
pictures from the sleeve, lowering the cars' visor and 
clipping them to the inside. Not ten minutes would pass 
that he wouldn't look at them, not until he knew those 
faces as well as he knew his own.

He drove for several miles, watching carefully for 
tails. Finally, he turned off the road and pulled over. 
It took half an hour to be reasonably sure there were 
no bugs in the car, and to change the licence from the 
rental company one to another more common plate that 
belonged on the bumper of another Audi, one who's owner 
wouldn't notice the change for months, if then.

He started up again and drove toward the Autobahn, then 
turned north and stepped on the gas. A minute later he 
was in the fast lane, doing a hundred and fifty as he 
raced towards Rolburghe. It was, he thought, good to be 
able to get a car up to speed again. He let loose a 
brief curse for the fifty five mile an hour American 
freeways as the countryside whizzed by.

It was hardly Martin's first encounter with the high 
speed autobahns. He'd spent ten years in Germany first 
in special forces, then attached to the US Army's Delta 
force. He'd retired at thirty-five and found a much 
more prosperous employer, one who was willing to pay 
for the knowledge and skills the army had taught him.

He didn't know the name of the company, if it was 
indeed a company. His instructions came over a phone, a 
computer, or through the mail. His checks were 
deposited promptly in his Swiss bank account. 
Everything he needed was placed neatly for him, such as 
now, in the trunk.

Whoever he worked for was extremely competent. The 
information was good. Responses to queries were near 
immediate, and help was dispatched on request. His last 
case, he'd worked with four other "employees" like 
himself. Two had come from the British SAS, one from 
Germany's G-19, and one from the US navy SEALS. Quality 
guys, all of them.

This one he was working alone, at least so far. It was 
a simple case, find a girl, or find who'd killed her. 
Of course, if it turned out some wacko had raped her 
and her friend, then strangled them both and left them 
in a shallow ditch somewhere, his work was going to be 
cut out for him.

Random killings were work for crime labs and scores of 
detectives. The "company" apparently didn't believe 
this to be the case. That meant white slavery, a 
slight, but real problem in Europe. He hoped the girls 
hadn't been shipped to the middle-east. The hundred and 
twenty degree heat always put him on edge.

He turned off the Autobahn and drove east onto a 
provincial roadway. A sign pointed ahead to Rolburghe 
twenty miles distant. According to the information 
provided him, the two teenagers had gone out for a tour 
of the town and simply disappeared. Nobody reported 
seeing them at all, after they'd left their hotel.

Rolburghe appeared in his windshield and he eyed it 
closely as he approached. It was a middle sized town, 
population officially pegged at fourteen thousand. It 
was too small for the girls to disappear into without a 
trace. Someone had seen something.

He knew people who would say nothing to the police, 
would be much more amenable to him, one way or the 
other. He parked in front of the hotel, the same one 
the girls had stayed at, then got out, carrying his 
briefcase as a porter rushed forward.

"W-water..." Devon whispered, her voice cracked and 
weak. Franz looked down calmly, eyeing her as he would 
a laboratory experiment, with interest, but not care or 
worry. He drew back his hand and slapped her face hard, 
bringing a grunt, and a low moan.

At once he clicked on the vibrators and pressed them 
against her clit, rubbing them back and forth. With 
practised ease, he shifted his grip, holding both with 
one hand while he slowly, but forcefully stuffed the 
thick girth of a dildo into the girl's honeyed pussy.

The girl moaned, her ass sliding from side to side on 
the bed. She began puffing air through her nose 
furiously, as if hyperventilating. Her cunt shot up to 
jam itself on the dildo. Franz held it buried inside 
her for long seconds, then slid it back out and pulled 
the vibrators away.

The girl collapsed, knowing she'd get no more stimuli. 
It had been more than three days since she'd slept now. 
He and Freda and Marc, as well as a couple of other 
trusted assistants, had fondled and abused and 
manipulated the young woman's body hour after hour 
after hour, until now she was a raw mass of burning 
nerve endings.

It was, he knew, almost time. Just as he glanced at the 
clock the door opened and Freda strode through. She was 
wearing thigh high leather boots with six inch heels 
sharp enough to stab through wood. Her hands and 
forearms were covered by leather gloves that reached 
almost to her elbows. She wore a leather g-string and a 
tight leather corset that pushed her breasts up and 
out, displaying them to their best advantage. Their 
nipples stood out stiffly, like little erasers.

She stopped next to the bed, looking down at the 
exhausted girl. She held a riding crop in her hands, 
slapping it against her gloved palm.

"Untie her." she directed. Franz freed the girl's 
ankles, then her wrists. She didn't move much though.

"Devon, come here," she said. Her voice was low, but 
stern. Devon's eyes blinked wearily. "Devon. Come 
here."

Devon shifted slightly, drawing her arms down from 
above her and pushing half heartedly on the mattress. 
She rose a foot, then fell back. Freda tossed the crop 
to Franz, who stood by the bed. Freda herself stood, 
arms folded a dozen paces away.

"Devon. Come here. Obey." she said, her voice rising on 
the last word. Franz raised the crop and brought it 
whistling through the air, slashing down directly 
across Devon's right breast.

The girl screamed, her hands cupping her wounded flesh 
as she curled up and rolled to her side towards the 
edge of the bed. "Devon. Come here," Freda said. 
"Obey," Devon pushed her legs off the mattress and 
dropped to her knees on the rug. She slowly pulled 
herself to her feet, her hands still cupping her tit as 
she whimpered in pain. "Come here." Devon started 
forward, then dropped weakly to her knees. "Obey," 
Franz slashed the crop down on her back. Devon 
jackknifed, almost falling onto her back as she sought 
to grab her back and howled in pain. Franz slashed down 
again, the crop cracking against her right tit again. 
Again she screamed, cupping her tit as she knelt, 
curled up in a ball on the rug. "Devon. Come here," 
Freda said, remorselessly. Devon's chest was racked by 
great heaving sobs. She crawled across towards Freda as 
Franz walked slowly behind her. "You must obey me, 
Devon. You must always obey us." Freda said, sternly.

Devon stopped a foot or so in front of her and tried to 
rise. "Stay on your knees." Freda ordered. She lifted 
her right foot and placed it on the girl's shoulder, 
forcing her face down against the floor. "Obey." she 
said, shoving hard, mashing the pretty face into the 
floor.

She pulled her foot free, then slid it under Devon's 
face. "Clean my boot, little one. Clean my boot with 
your tongue," she ordered.

"Clean it," she repeated. "Obey." Franz brought the 
crop down hard across Devon's ass cheeks. The shaking 
blonde screamed again, jerking forward so her head 
rammed into Freda's boots.

"Lick my boots, dog," Freda snarled. "Obey,"

She held her boot against Devon's face and the girl 
quickly started licking on the ankle. Freda watched 
patiently as the girl ran her tongue all around the 
ankle and then down around the heel of the shiny 
leather.

"Good girl," she said, smiling. Franz pushed over a 
chair for her and she sat, crossing her legs. She held 
her top foot up so Devon could lick the bottom of the 
boot, her tongue dry and rasping harshly on the 
leather. "Stop." Devon stopped licking. "Lick my pussy, 
dog." Devon had to almost climb up the legs of the 
chair, leaning weakly against it as she pushed her face 
between Freda's spread legs and began to lick at her 
cunt meat. Her tongue was dry and as such moved harshly 
against the woman's clit, making her sigh with delight.

Her pussy juice began to ooze out between her naked 
cuntlips and Devon lapped it up quickly, glad of any 
moisture now. She jammed her tongue in between the 
pussy lips, sucking to get more of the cunt juice into 
her.

"Ahhhhh... Good GIRL!" Freda moaned, her cunt pushing 
out against Devon's face. She slid her hand beneath the 
teenager and cupped her quivering breast, squeezing 
lightly. Devon moaned and whimpered, her tongue driving 
in and out of the bald cuntlips.

The door opened and Marc came in, leading Amber behind 
him. She crawled on her hands and knees, her ass 
wiggling from side to side as she moved. He held a 
leash which was attached to a thick, studded leather 
collar around her throat.

Her eyes were wide and vacant as Marc pulled her in and 
ordered her to kneel a few feet away. She watched Devon 
sucking at Freda's cunt and whimpered a little, but 
made no movement. Freda groaned and slumped in her 
seat. She brought her feet up and placed them on 
Devon's shoulders as the girl continued to eat her out.

"You," Franz said, pointing to Amber. "Get behind her 
and eat her cunt."

Amber fell forward onto her hands and quickly crawled 
around behind Devon, sticking her face in the other 
kneeling girl's crotch as if she were a dog. She put 
her hands on Devon's ass cheeks and began to lick at 
her cunt.

Devon gurgled and spread her legs, opening her cunt as 
Amber's tongue began to rasp up and down the slit. 
Amber pulled the cuntlips apart and shoved her face in 
between, slurping and sucking and blowing. She moved up 
onto Devon's clit and began to rasp and drill her 
tongue on it.

Devon's own tonguing heated up as sexual energy flowed 
into her body. She shook and trembled as her cunt began 
to vibrate with high tension sexual electricity. She 
felt her belly heaving and churning and her entire body 
began to burn with a terrible, desperate need.

Her tongue was a swirling, shaking, dancing snake as 
she jerked and trembled against Freda's cunt. She felt 
her body burning hotter and hotter, and waited with 
ever increasing tension for that wonderful pleasure to 
be abruptly yanked away.

"Stop," Franz ordered. Amber instantly pulled back and 
Devon began to sob, heartbroken.

"Do you want it, Devon?" Freda cooed. "Do you want it? 
Do you want a hard fuck?"

"yes."

"Do you want it? You have to answer louder."

"Yes. Yes." Devon moaned through her tears.

"Beg. Beg for it."

"P-pleeeeaaasee," she sobbed. "Pllleeeaseeee,"

"Please what?"

"P-please fuck me," P-pleeeaaseee ffuuuucckkk 
meeeeee," she wept.

"Very well, turn around and crawl over to that rug 
there." Freda instructed, pointing, "and you'll get a 
good hard fuck."

Without a trace, a hint, even a shred of dignity, pride 
or self-respect, the girl crawled furiously to reach 
the small rug, then held still, her ass up in the air 
and her legs parted. She whimpered and trembled, 
looking back over her shoulder at Freda.

Freda smiled and rose to her feet. She picked up a 
strap on dildo and stepped into it, pulling the straps 
up over her ass and snapping the big thick thing in 
place over her own cunt. Devon shook and sniffled tears 
as she watched, her ass pumping slightly.

Freda took her time, sauntering across to stand behind 
Devon. She raised her foot and brought the heel down 
against Devon's right buttock, grinding the sharp heel 
in as Devon gasped in pain and shook in helpless need.

She placed the center of her shoe on Devon's ass, 
directly between the cheeks and pushed the heel against 
her little asshole. She shoved her heel against the 
little hole and it gave beneath the pressure, letting 
the heel through.

She pushed the hell fully into the trembling girl's 
asshole, not stopping until the bottom of her boot was 
flat against Devon's body. She drew the heel out, then 
shoved it back in. "Beg for it again, slut."

"P-pleeasse," Devon wept.

Freda pulled her heel out of the girl's anus, ignoring 
a trace of blood on the thing, then knelt behind her. 
She held her dildo in her right hand. It was too thick 
for her to get her hand all the way around, but she 
held it in place against Devon's cunt crack.

She placed it just inside, then seized Devon's hips in 
her hands, her strong fingers digging into the flesh 
and locking the young woman in place. Then Freda 
slammed her hips forward with all her strength. She 
jammed her rubber fuck-spike deep into Devon's cunt.

Devon screamed as if stabbed. She tried to crawl 
forward, then tried to get up. Freda held tightly to 
her hips as she forced the terrible thick cock rod 
deeper into the girl's fuck-pipe. Devon was sobbing 
hysterically as pain tore through her system. Her cunt 
was being ripped open by the fat cock.

Then she slumped to the floor again, shaking as the 
last few inches of rubber cock were driven into her 
body and her cuntlips pressed against Freda's. Freda 
left the thick cock in place for a few moments, then 
drew back, sliding the dark gleaming rubber out of 
Devon's clinging cunt sheath.

She pulled it half way out, then slammed forward, 
jamming it back inside, and bringing another shout of 
pain from Devon. She ripped open Devon's cunt-pipe with 
powerful thrusts, sawing the horse-cock in and out of 
the tiny fuck hole until it had loosened.

Then she fucked with longer strokes as Devon stood 
still, trembling like a terrified puppy. It was not 
fear that held her so. Her body was beginning to 
respond to Freda's rough, brutal fuck strokes. So long 
aroused, so long denied, it took little to turn the 
crackling fire between her legs into a white hot 
inferno of lust and desire.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She spread her 
legs wider and began pushing back to meet the savage 
stabbing lunges. Her face twitched, and her head jerked 
to one side, then to the other. Her cunt throbbed 
powerfully, sending searing waves of steamy sexual 
energy through her body.

She jerked spastically, then stiffened. Her eyes opened 
even wider and she held absolutely still. The only 
sounds in the room were the SLAP," SLAP," SLAP," SLAP," 
SLAP," SLAP," of Freda's lower belly meeting her buttocks 
and the sucking wet sound of the rubber cock tearing in 
and out of her.

Then Devon began moaning, a low keening sound at first 
that began building in strength and intensity until she 
was screaming at the top of her lungs, howling and 
shrieking in maniacal ecstasy and glory. Her body 
exploded, shards of sexual power blasting through every 
part of her system.

"AAEEEIIII! OH! OH! AAEERRGH!" Devon screamed. "GHUH!" 
GHUH!" GHUH!" GHUH! FUCK!" AARRGHH!"

Her body shook and thrashed, bucked up and down and 
rocked from side to side. Freda hung on, her body 
tossed and pulled by the twisting, shaking, convulsing, 
teenager. She continued to pound her rubber cock down 
Devon's fuck-box as the blonde girl slammed her ass 
from side to side and jammed it back on the impaling 
rod.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCKKKK! NNNNGGGGHHHH!"

Devon's cunt sizzled like burning flesh. She shook and 
bucked and tossed from side to side. Her upper body 
jerked up and down, then slammed back briefly against 
Freda as she sought to arch her back. She dropped 
forward on her hands again, and clawed at the rug as 
she hammered her cunt back against the skewering cock-
tool.

Then her arms gave way and she dropped onto her face on 
the rug, still rutting her ass back against the driving 
cock as she pounded her face into the floor and grunted 
repeatedly in a high pitched voice.

The grunts became weaker and weaker, and her movements 
started to ease. After almost a full minute, she knelt 
there impaled and unmoving, finally pulling herself 
free and rolling unconscious onto her side.

Jack left the sweet shop and strolled down the street. 
Another negative. He was starting to get irritated. 
There had to be someone in this place that had seen 
those girls, however briefly. Amber, at least, was not 
a girl you overlooked, nor forget quickly, especially 
if you were male.

He went through the big wooden door of an old Cafe and 
sat down in a corner table, ordering a drink. When the 
girl brought it, she could hardly fail to spot the two 
pictures on the table, or the thousand dollar bill next 
to them. She looked like she'd been shot, her eyes 
opening wide as she saw counted the zeros.

She looked quickly at Jack, then back to the counter 
where the manager stood. She quickly dropped his drink 
on the table and moved away. Jack's eyes narrowed. 
There had been something there, he was sure. She knew 
something, but was afraid to say anything.

He scooped the bill and pictures into his pocket and 
quickly finished his drink. Ten minutes later he was 
parked just down the street from the Cafe, able to see 
the front door and the side parking lot. It was 
possible she would go out the back and down the alley, 
but he rather doubted it.

Hours later she came out and walked down the street. He 
waited until she was a block ahead, then started the 
car and followed. Too public, he decided after a couple 
of blocks. He parked and got out, following behind on 
foot.

Ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a townhouse 
and unlocked the door. The door closed behind her and 
Jack eased into some bushes. He watched for a minute, 
then turned and left. He'd be back, after dark, then 
the lady was going to answer his questions, one way or 
another.

Devon was allowed to sleep for two hours, then Franz 
slapped her awake. He had a cattle prod in his hands 
and he put her through a dog's paces, forcing her to 
kneel, crawl, sit, heel, and beg. Anytime she was slow 
to respond he touched the tip of the prod to her cunt 
or tits or ass and white fire screamed along her never 
endings.

Amber performed right along side her, moving instantly 
to whatever command she was given. Both had been 
reduced to dazed terrified animals, waiting for a 
command to obey, fearing the lash or the prod. Freda 
sat in a chair watching, a cold smile on her lips.

She watched as Franz and Marc put the girl's through 
their paces, training them in the arts of deep-
throating cocks and rimming assholes. They made a 
lovely pair, she thought. "Stop." she called. Both 
girls halted instantly, kneeling beside one another, 
asses high. "Devon. Come." Devon crawled back to her 
quickly, stopping by her chair. Freda rose and picked 
up the strap-on dildo. "Stand up." Devon jumped to her 
feet, then almost fell down. Freda had to steady her 
with one muscular arm.

She slid the straps up the girl's legs and fastened the 
thing tightly against her crotch. "Go and fuck Amber." 
she instructed. Devon dropped to her hands and knees 
and crawled back to where Amber knelt. She mounted her, 
kneeling upright, hands on Amber's flanks as she slid 
the tip of the dildo into her friend's cunt.

She slowly sank the thing into Amber's cunt to the hilt 
as the three adults watched. "Fuck her HARD," Franz 
said. "Fuck her FAST!" Freda called.

At once she began to tear the dildo in and out of 
Amber's cunt tunnel, ignoring the girl's squeal of pain 
and whimper of fear. She pounded the rubber cock in and 
out of the moist cunt before her, her hips hammering 
back and forth as she skewered the brunette's cunt-
chute.

"Reach around and squeeze those big tits, Devon," Freda 
ordered.

Devon complied, sinking her fingers into Amber's big 
fat jiggling tits as they swayed back and forth beneath 
her. She clutched them tightly, opening and closing her 
fingers repeatedly as she fucked into Amber's twat. 
"Twist her tits. Tear them off," Franz shouted.

Amber whimpered and Devon moaned in misery and 
confusion. She clamped her hands tightly around the big 
meaty tits hanging beneath her girlfriend's chest and 
began to twist them from side to side, pulling them 
hard, trying to rip them free from her chest.

Amber cried and wept with pain and fuck pleasure. Her 
groin heaved and shook and trembled in the throes of 
orgiastic bliss. She humped back against Devon, the 
pain in her tits throwing her into a powerful explosive 
cum that sent her senses reeling.

"Stop!" Freda said.

Devon stopped pumping, her chest heaving with exertion.

Push her onto her back and fuck her like that."

Devon looked down at Amber in confusion and Franz put 
his foot on Amber's chest and shoved, making her fall 
on her side. Devon then helped her roll onto her back. 
Her legs naturally fell wide and Devon lay on her, 
placing the cock back into her pussy and driving it 
deep.

She began to fuck into Amber again, their tits rubbing 
against each other as she slid up and down Amber's 
body. She drove the cock high into Amber's little cunt 
hole, feeling it crushing against something hard up 
inside the girl's belly, but unable to slow down or 
ease off.

"Kiss her," Suck her tits. Squeeze them," The watchers 
called. Devon and Amber kissed furiously, their lips 
crushing together in a harsh imitation of passion. Only 
for Amber it was the real thing. Devon rutted 
desperately against her, fucking the big fat rubber 
dick up and down the brunette's cunt-pipe.

She felt the cunt's resistance wavering, one moment 
weakening, one moment strengthening, and knew 
instinctively that Amber was coming. Amber threw her 
legs around Devon and slammed her cunt up onto the 
impaling rubber cock, moaning and sobbing with pleasure 
as she came yet again, her tired, aching body bouncing 
and shaking through the fiery climax.

-= Part Four =-

It was midnight. Jack moved like a shadow across the 
road and into the garden alongside the barmaid's home. 
He stopped, his eyes glancing from side to side. He 
waited as minutes passed. Nothing. He slunk along the 
wall and probed at windows, then slid to his knees by a 
basement window.

It pushed open easily. He took out his knife and cut 
the screen free, then slid through the window and fell 
lightly to the floor, landing in a crouch. He didn't 
move, looking around with the night vision infra-red 
glasses. Nobody was here.

He eased the window closed and crept up the stairs, 
stopping at the top to listen. Again there was nothing. 
The door eased open a crack and he looked through. 
Nothing. He moved through the small kitchen and out 
into the living room/dining room. The girl wasn't 
there.

Upstairs then, he thought. He moved quietly up them and 
looked around in the small, narrow hall. There were 
three doors, one of which was open and showed the 
bathroom. The other two doors were closed. One was on 
his right, the other on his left.

The door on his left showed a small crack of light from 
beneath the door. Not so on his left. He moved to the 
door on his left and slowly turned the knob. It wasn't 
locked and the door opened inward. He looked through 
into a small bedroom. There was a narrow bed in the 
center of the room and a woman slept soundly in it.

He closed the door and moved back to the other side of 
the hall, where the door showed a light. Patience is a 
virtue, he told himself. He went back downstairs and 
waited. An hour later, he moved back to the door. The 
light was off. He eased it open and went inside.

The room was bright enough for his eyes, being lit from 
a streetlight near the open window. The woman was 
asleep in her bed. Jack moved next to the bed, taking 
out a small loop of rope from his jacket. The barmaid 
slept on her side, with her hands within a foot or so 
of each other.

He slid the loop around one hand, then gently lifted 
the other hand and brought it closer, looping the rope 
around it. Suddenly he jerked the rope tight, shoving 
his hand over her mouth as he bound her wrists together 
and pulled the rope up above her head, wrapping it 
several times around the bedpost.

"Now we can talk," he whispered, grinning at the wide 
eyed woman. She struggled briefly, but realized she 
could do nothing and settled down, her eyes still wide 
and fearful. She slept in the nude, and the sheets had 
slid down over her breasts to her stomach as she had 
struggled.

He took a moment to appreciate their bountiful size and 
fleshy roundness before his eyes slid down her smooth, 
white stomach to the edge of the covers just below her 
belly button. He sat down on the bed and lit a 
cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the window. The 
girl stared at him, now and then jerking her hands 
against the rope holding them in place.

She looked to be around twenty or so, and had short, 
straight brown hair, falling around her round face. 
Bangs fell just above the eyes. Her nose was slightly 
too sharp, but her body, from what he could see above 
the covers was lush and firm.

"Now then. I want you to tell me everything you know 
about those two missing girls."

She stared up at him, unmoving. Jack slipped some bills 
out of his jacket. They were hundred dollar bills, as 
the girl could clearly see. He laid one down on her 
belly, then laid another next to it, and a third next 
to that.

"It can be very profitable for you to cooperate, my 
dear. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody will see me leave." 
He placed a fourth bill on her chest, between her round 
breasts. He flicked a fifth under her nose, then slid 
it teasingly back and forth across her right nipple 
before placing it on her breast.

"On the other hand..." He pulled a long, ugly looking 
knife from his sleeve and held it up before her eyes. 
It was thin and razor sharp. He slid the cold metal 
over her left nipple, not deep enough to cut, then 
upended the knife, letting the tip stand against her 
nipple.

The weight of the knife pressed down on the tender 
little piece of flesh, sticking the sharp point into 
her skin as she moaned fearfully. "So you see, the most 
logical thing for you to do, is to come clean for me. 
Tell me what I want to know, and we'll both be better 
off for the experience."

He held the knife just under her nose as he pulled his 
hand away from her mouth. "Talk to me," he said.

"I don't know anything," she whined.

"That's not what I want to hear." he said, his voice a 
cold hiss. He placed a bill over her left breast and 
another on her forehead. "Don't be a foolish child." he 
advised her. "Tell me what I want to know."

"Money is not good to me if I'm dead." she gulped. 
"True. But death is a far off possibility, unless off 
course..." he slid the knife against her throat." you 
irritate me too much."

She swallowed nervously as her eyes tried to follow the 
knife. "You won't hurt me." she said. "You're some kind 
of policeman."

"I assure you I am not a policeman... Heidi." he said, 
catching the name from the tag on her uniform blouse, 
which was hanging on a bedpost. "I'm not even a 
German."

"You don't frighten me," she said.

"Don't I?"

He pulled the edge of the blanket down, tossing it 
aside to reveal her nudity completely. The knife slid 
along her flesh between her breasts, sliding down to 
her crotch.

"I have killed a large number of people, sweetheart," 
he said. He slowly and carefully, began to shave the 
top of her brown pubic thatch. Heidi held still, 
fearing he would cut her badly if she jerked aside. He 
scraped away at her cunt fur, getting closer and closer 
to her slit.

"I don't know anything," she whined, her eyes following 
the knife.

"Try to remember something. I'm sure you have a very 
good memory." He shaved lower. Now she had only a tiny 
line of hair above her slit. Jack pulled her right leg 
wide and poked her left thigh with the tip of the 
knife, forcing her to spread wide.

"Wider." he said, very calmly. He poked her thigh 
again, and she winced, pulling her leg apart even more, 
so the thigh tendons stretched painfully. He began to 
shave alongside her slit with the knife, humming 
softly.

"Please," she gasped. "I know nothing."

"Don't believe you," he said, distractedly.

His fingers pushed down on her flesh, easing it aside 
as the knife scraped continuously. He moved it over her 
cuntslit, pulling at individual hairs. He began to pull 
the hairs up, then cut them one by one. "Come now, my 
dear. Think of something," he said, cutting another 
long hair.

"When I run out of hair, I'm going to have to start on 
skin." he said, cutting another few hairs. She only had 
a few left. Then they were gone and her cunt was almost 
entirely bare. Only stubble remained. He slid the tip 
of the knife against her cunt slit and lightly moved it 
up and down between her pussy lips.

"I'm losing my patience," he said, sliding the sharp 
edged knife just inside her pussy.

"I... I may have seen them," she gasped.

"Uh hummmm," he said, sliding his fingers into her slit 
and spreading her cunt lips. He searched upward and 
found her clit, then pulled on it, sliding the edge of 
the knife against it.

"Now the thing about this is," he said. "That many 
countries, such as those in Africa and the Middle-east, 
perform clitorectomies on females so they can't become 
sluts. It won't kill you, but it will make any further 
sex for you rather unenjoyable." He slid the knife 
against her stretched clit and her eyes bugged out in 
terror.

"Don't! Don't! I'll tell you!"

"Excellent," he gazed up at her expectantly.

"Please, take it away," she whispered.

"Well, for now." he pulled the knife away and let go of 
her clit.

"I... I saw them that day."

"In your Cafe?" She nodded.

"What were they doing in there?"

"They came in for a drink."

"And who were they with?"

"They came in alone. They... they met a woman there."

"Who was she?"

"I don't know."

He tisked and shook his head, reaching between her 
pussy lips for her clit again. His fingers isolated it 
and pulled up on it as she hissed with fear. "Please," I 
don't know who she is."

"Then why wouldn't you tell the police? Why would you 
be afraid of telling me? You know a lot my sweet and 
I'm going to get it from you one way or another." He 
slid the sharp knife against her clit and she whimpered 
in fear.

"It was the Countess Schimmler,"

"I see. And who is the Countess Schimmler?"

"She... she lives in the castle north of town. She owns 
much of Rohlburghe."

"What does she do up there?"

"We don't know, but she has many many visitors. They 
are powerful men with bodyguards. People don't talk 
about them. If they do, they get fired and evicted. 
They have to leave town. If they cause trouble, they 
disappear."

"To where?"

"Nobody knows. They just disappear."

"I see."

"So nobody knows what she does up there, yet everyone 
is afraid of her?"

"Sometimes... sometimes we hear things, if we are near 
the castle and the wind is right."

"What things?"

"Screaming, terrible screaming."

"Why don't the police do anything?"

"About what? Anyway, the police are all owned by the 
Countess. The Chief is one of her most frequent 
visitors."

Jack had been unconsciously rubbing his fingers 
together against her clit as she spoke. Neither of them 
had really noticed, she because of her fear and he 
because he was listening intently to her story with one 
ear and listening for any sound of approaching danger 
with the other.

He noticed just then what he was doing, and noticed 
also that his fingers were wet, not from any blood he'd 
drawn, but with a silky, oily wetness that came from 
only one place. He said nothing, continuing to rub her 
clit as she lay spread out before him.

"What does this Countess look like?"

"She is very tall. Very strong." She gasped. "She has 
very short blonde hair, though it is not her true 
color."

"How long has she lived here?"

"Several years ago she came here and purchased the 
castle from the Baron de Sovnen."

"And she's been getting these... visits since then?"

"At first there were only craftsmen. She brought them 
from outside the town and they would speak to nobody. 
Then the visitors started coming. It is dangerous to 
speak of them."

"Where did these craftsmen come from?"

"From Stuttgartde."

"What company?"

"I do not know."

"And they said nothing about what they did there?" He 
rubbed a little harder on her clit and Heidi sighed 
inaudibly. "Noo. They would not talk with us at all."

"Does the Countess have guards at her castle?"

"Yessss." Heidi gulped, spreading her legs slightly 
wider. "She has many guards. They have... they have 
machine-guns," she gasped.

Jack slid a finger teasingly against her slit and eased 
the tip in between them, then slid it slowly up an down 
between her wet pussy lips as he continued to 
manipulate her clit.

"How many people are at the castle now?" "I... I don't 
uhhhh... knoooowww." she moaned.

"Have you heard of any other girls disappearing around 
here?" He pushed his fingertip into her cunt-tube 
proper, sliding it in to the first joint, then the 
second. "A... a... few." she whined.

"Often?"

"No."

"Who were they? Local?"

"Nooooo. Always... always foreigners."

"How many?"

"I-I... don't... maybe five or six."

"Young, old, rich?"

"Young, very young, teenagers, always very very pretty 
ones."

"I see." His finger was deep into her cunt-hole, buried 
to the knuckle. Her insides were hot and slick, tugging 
at his finger as he slowly eased it in and out. He 
pushed another finger in beside the first, hooking them 
upwards and sliding them back and forth so they rubbed 
against the bottom of her clit.

Her breath was short and ragged as her eyes shifted 
from his face to her groin. Jack slid his other hand up 
her belly to her left breast, letting it lie atop the 
round swelling meat, feeling it rise and fall, feeling 
her sharp, pointed nipple press into his palm, feeling 
her heart hammering in her chest.

He pushed a third finger into her cunt, stretching her 
pussy lips wide as he pumped them slowly in and out.

"Do you like that, Heidi?" he asked, as if the question 
was merely a continuation of the interrogation.

"Yessss," she sighed.

"You're very wet."

She blushed bright red.

He reached for his pants and quickly unsnapped them, 
pulling his zipper down and taking out his cock, which 
had become hot and erect. She looked at it wide eyed, 
her mouth open as air rushed in and out of her chest.

He lay down, then rolled atop her. She didn't move. Her 
legs stayed stretched wide apart as if the point of the 
knife still dug into her thighs. His weight came down 
on her and she grunted slightly, her eyes staring into 
his were both frightened and excited.

He reached down for his cock and placed the tip against 
her slit, rubbing it up and down between her pussy 
lips, then he centered it and pushed it into her, 
letting himself sink down into her belly slowly, inch 
by inch, until he was balls deep in her fuck tunnel.

"You like that, Heidi?" he gasped.

"Yessssss... Ohhhh Yessss," she whimpered.

He kissed her, his lips pressing fully against hers, 
pressing her head back into the pillow with their 
force. Her mouth opened and his tongue shot inside as 
his hands seized her breasts and began to fondle the 
malleable flesh.

He let his cock stay buried deep in her belly and began 
to grind himself against her, pressing his groin into 
her splayed crotch and moving his ass in slow circles 
as their tongues slithered together. She strained 
against the rope holding her wrists, but Jack knew 
instinctively that she didn't want to be released.

He began to pump against her then, staying deep inside 
her cunt-pipe as he rutted against her in short sharp 
humping motions as she moaned beneath him. His hands 
slid beneath her and gripped her fleshy ass cheeks, 
jerking her up against his short thrusts.

"Yessss... yessssss," she sighed.

Then he propped himself up on his elbows and began to 
thrust in earnest, using the full length of his shaft 
as he fucked against her with long firm strokes. His 
oiled cock slid in and out of her straining pussy lips 
as Heidi sighed and moaned, pulling repeatedly at the 
rope holding her wrists.

He felt her cunt burning with sexual passion, felt her 
body shaking and trembling beneath him as she 
approached orgasm. He hammered his cock down into her 
tight rubbery fuck-chute, slamming his pubic bone 
against her crotch as he rutted her.

She threw her head back and strained hard against the 
ropes, which dug painfully hard into her wrists. She 
jerked her ass up against him, wanting his cock deep 
inside her as she flew into her climax. Her body 
trembled and shook and her head thudded back against 
the pillow repeatedly.

Jack felt the cum being sucked right out of his cock, 
like a voracious vacuum on a straw it bubbled out of 
his balls, down his long cockshaft and spewed out into 
the pit of her fuck-box, foaming and bubbling with hot 
salty seeds.

Mandy had progressed faster than Devon. Her mind, less 
strong, less confident, less intelligent for that 
matter, was easy prey for Freda and her colleagues. Now 
she stood against the wall, shivering slightly in 
anticipation as the customers looked over the girls.

She wore the same studded leather collar around her 
neck. The collar was thick and big, making it difficult 
to look down. She wore similar bracelets and anklets, 
each of which was studded and locked by a small key, 
and each of which had a small, strong ring of steel so 
they could be easily fastened and tied.

She wore a bright green G-string that barely covered 
her shaved slit. Her large round breasts were nude so 
they could be better appreciated. In addition to the 
rings on her collar, anklets and bracelets, she had 
three others.

At her final session the previous day, she had been 
fitted with rings through her pussy lips and nipple. 
She herself had cupped each round breast, squeezing it 
out to make the meat balloon and swell, and her nipple 
stick out.

Freda had seized each nipple tip with a pair of pliers, 
squeezing the metal down hard to produce an agonizing 
burning pain in the shivering brunette. Then she had 
slowly stuck the thin needle through the end of the 
nipple, piercing it.

Small gold rings were placed in the holes to protect 
from infection. They were only for when she was alone 
however. Now that she was on display they had been 
replaced by large silver rings, each more than an inch 
wide.

Her body had screamed in pain and pleasure when Freda 
had stabbed the needle through her nipple. When she'd 
done it to her second nipple Amber had cum with a 
trembling, shaking fury. She had cum again as the 
needle was pushed through her pussy lips.

She stood straight, her chest pushed out and her legs 
slightly apart. A wide welcome smile was on her full 
red lips, and her eyes were wide and friendly. Her long 
brown hair showered about her shoulder like silk, 
framing her pretty face.

There were a dozen other girls standing around waiting 
the three men's choice. All were lovely. All had the 
same smiles and welcome eyes. All would do anything, 
absolutely anything that was ordered. Most were high 
school girls, some barely into their teens. One was a 
young lawyer of twenty-nine, her arrogance crushed with 
her spirit.

Not all of the girls were clad as Amber was. Some wore 
shimmering, translucent silk. Some sore tight, binding 
teddies and corsets. Some were in leather.

One girl was almost encased in leather. She wore thigh 
high leather boots with long heels, elbow length 
leather gloves, leather G-string and halter. The halter 
had two thin round holes so her breasts stuck straight 
out in bulging round fleshy sacks. Her entire head was 
covered in tight leather, leaving only her eyes visible 
through small slits. There was a zipper where her mouth 
would be, but it was zipped closed.

One of the men pointed to Amber and her smile 
lengthened. She walked over to him, looking up with 
longing into his stern blue eyes. He was tall and thin, 
with thinning grey hair and a tight, pinched mouth. She 
knew he wanted to hurt her and fought to keep from 
squeezing her thighs together.

"Come." he said, his accent thick. He turned his back 
on her and strode out of the room. Amber quickly 
followed, hurrying along in his wake, eyes demurely 
downcast. They moved down a wide hall to an open door 
and went inside. The room was wide and equipped with 
many things, not excluding a big brass bed.

He pushed the thickly padded door closed and turned to 
gaze angrily at her.

"Sit there," he said, pointing to a low bench. She 
quickly did as he ordered, keeping her legs apart as 
she'd been instructed.

"Lie back and abuse yourself." She was caught a little 
at first, but then realized he wanted her to 
masturbate. She smiled happily. She could do that,"

She began to fondle her breasts, doing it as she'd been 
shown, so he could see as much of her tit meat as 
possible. One of her hands slid up and down her belly 
and then into her crotch, which she cupped and rubbed.

Slowly she began to dip her finger in and out of her 
cunt, rubbing at her clit. Her finger pushed deeper, 
and was joined by a second, then a third. She continued 
to play with her breasts, twisting the nipples, 
squeezing the rubbery flesh, pressing her fingers deep 
into the tits.

She arched her back and moaned realistically. Beginning 
to feel her arousal in reality. Her fingers rubbed 
quickly, the heat in her pussy burning higher and 
higher with each passing second.

"Stop," he said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and 
pulled her hands away. She was panting heavily.

"Come here."

She walked over to where he stood in the center of the 
room. There were chains hanging from pulleys above 
them. They were set up so that a girl could be hung in 
any number of ways.

The man fastened one to each of her leather bracelets 
than pushed the buttons that worked the pulleys. 
Amber's arms were pulled up and apart until she stood 
on her tiptoes. Then she was lifted free of the floor 
altogether, hanging by her wrists a foot above the 
stone.

He stood in front of her, still taller than her despite 
her elevated height. His hands reached out and cupped 
her breasts, then his fingers squeezed brutally tight, 
twisting the sensitive flesh cruelly. She whined and 
shook, her tits flaring with agony. Her cunt burned 
anew with the pain.

He let go and moved against the wall, where an 
assortment of articles hung. He pulled down a long bull 
whip, then reconsidered and placed it back on it's peg. 
Instead he pulled down a cat o' nine tails and a thin 
cane.

He walked over to Amber, who trembled fearfully. He 
moved behind her, setting down the cat and hefting the 
cane. He slashed it through the air a couple of times, 
hearing the satisfying hiss as it cut the air.

He gazed down at the girl's lovely rounded buttocks and 
smiled cruelly. They would not be so smooth and white 
when he was finished. His name was Gunther. He was in 
his late sixties, but still strong, and still full of 
hate for Americans.

In his twenties, he had been in the SS, and had never 
recovered from the humiliation of Germany's surrender 
to the degenerate Americans. He hated them more than he 
hated anything, except Jews of course. He hated Jews 
more than even Americans.

The countess had been kind enough to provide him with 
several young Israeli girls, each of whom he had 
brutally tortured and raped to death.

It was an expensive hobby, but one which kept him 
occupied and happy. Right now, he was waiting for 
another Jew. The Countess promised one was en route and 
would arrive in a few days. Until then, he would have 
his pleasure with this sluttish American girl.

He brought the cane cracking down against Amber's 
buttocks, sending her lower body jerking forward as she 
screamed in pain. An angry red line appeared across her 
twin cheeks. Gunther gazed at it in satisfaction. The 
cane lashed out again, and again and again, each time 
producing a howling shriek of agony from the girl and a 
nasty red welt on her round fleshy buttocks.

Each time he felt the cane smash into her sweet flesh, 
his cock hardened more. Each scream raised the 
intensity of his pleasure. He slammed the cane against 
he ass again, rocking her forward and causing another 
agonized shriek to echo through the room.

Gasping, he dropped the cane and moved against the 
girl. His hand felt her ravaged buttocks, felt them 
almost pulsing with heat and pain. He dropped his pants 
and brought his own red hot erection up against her 
flesh, rubbing it against her cheeks.

Then he centered the point against her anus and pushed 
hard, forcing it through her tight sphincter and up 
into her asshole. She whimpered and groaned, the 
burning pain of her ass cheeks dazing her with it's 
intensity, yet still the pleasure was there, heady, 
glorious, rising with each blow until now it was on the 
edge of a precipice.

The hard male cock stabbed up into her asshole and 
pushed her over the edge. She grunted and moaned, her 
body dancing in it's bonds as she rutted her ass back 
against Gunther. He cursed and snarled, ramming his 
cock deep up her anus, his hands like steel bands on 
her thighs, pulling them apart as he tore his cock in 
and out of her rectum.

Her asshole clamped around his cock, sucking and 
chewing on it as the orgasm tore through her. He reamed 
her out, his cock a brutal plough as it jammed in and 
out of her little anus, churning her shit chute into a 
frothing bubbling stewpot.

In less than a minute his cock sprayed out his white 
sperm, spurting it up into the depths of her bowels as 
his cock pumped repeatedly. He clung to her, his hands 
around her now, clutching her fat tits in a death grip.

He relaxed and pulled back, his cock softening. He 
gazed at the half conscious girl hanging there and his 
lip curled into a sneer. He reached across the cane, 
sitting on a table, and picked up the cat, moving back 
slightly and raising it.

-= Part Five =-

Devon gasped for breath as Franz finally pulled his 
long, fat cock up out of her throat and let the head 
rest on her lips. She sucked in great breathes of air, 
seeking to fill her lungs before the meaty prick pushed 
forward again. Then he moved, pushing the cockhead 
against the back of her mouth.

It popped through and down into her throat, making the 
elastic flesh bulge outward painfully as if she'd 
swallowed something too big, which in fact she had. It 
slid down her food pipe until the head actually passed 
out of her throat and into her upper chest, cramping 
and aching there.

She was on her knees, naked of course, as Franz stood 
above her, his arms folded across his massive chest. 
Her wrists were bound tight behind her and a tight 
leather band circled her chest just below her tits, 
drawing her arms in tight against her sides.

Two thick rubber bands, like elastics, circled her 
tits, cutting the fleshy meat in half, making them 
bulge outward like mushrooms, the skin taut and tight, 
the nipples pointing out sharply.

Another band circled her waist, hanging low. From it 
descended a leather strap, which came down between her 
legs, cinching up tight between her pussy lips and 
fastening to the belt behind her. The belt was pinching 
and squeezing her pussy lips harshly, spreading them 
apart and crushing her tender flesh between them.

Her guts cramped around to ten inch long, thick rubber 
dildos stuffed into her cunt and rectum, and held up 
inside her by the belt. The dildos were in two parts, 
the upper part of the dildo, and the lower part. A 
number of tiny, but very powerful batteries were in the 
base of each dildo and their energy caused the two 
parts rotated in opposite direction.

In addition the very tip of the dildos was metal, and 
the power sparked through it into her body every few 
seconds, each time setting off a tiny explosion of pain 
inside her tormented body.

Franz pushed his cock down into her until his balls 
rested against her jaw. He didn't need to hold her in 
place for Freda stood behind her, her riding crop ready 
if the girl tried to avoid the throat fucking or didn't 
work hard enough.

Devon's back and buttocks already bore evidence of 
Freda's impatience. Time was money, and her clients 
liked their playthings obedient and submissive. She 
cracked the malleable rubber down across Devon's ass 
again, making the girl moan around the cock stuffing 
her throat and jerk forward, knocking her glasses askew 
on Franz's belly.

Freda had decided to keep the glasses for her. They 
added to her intellectual look and would make her quite 
popular. She herself found the girl adorable, and had 
used her tongue a dozen times in the past several days.

During that time Devon had not slept more than two 
hours at a time. Her brain was foggy and confused, her 
actions slow and jerky, and her thinking processes 
derailed without the aide of the drug. She still was 
given some of it, but not much. It wasn't needed.

She was making progress, and if it wasn't as fast as 
her little friend, well, that was to be expected. She 
lashed her ass again twice, the crop leaving angry red 
marks on the pretty little buttocks. Devon began 
fucking her mouth and throat on Franz's cock and Freda 
smiled in satisfaction.

Many men liked to face fuck, and some preferred it if 
the female did all the work. Devon's mouth, in fact her 
head, moved back and forth, up and down, sliding her 
throat tube up and down around Franz's penis. Her 
tongue writhed and wriggled around against the portion 
of the cock in her mouth, and whipped at the end of the 
prick whenever it popped free of her throat.

Franz's eyes closed and he groaned low, his body began 
to shake and he seized control of the girl's head, 
slamming his cock into her to the hilt. He rapidly 
fucked her throat until finally slowing down and 
sighing with pleasure.

His cock pulled out of her mouth and hung semi-flaccid 
between his legs as he looked apologetically at Freda. 
She frowned in irritation and moved back, tossing the 
crop on a table. She picked up a strap on dildo and 
pulled it into place, fastening it firmly at her 
crotch, then she sat down on a small chair and beckoned 
the girl over.

Devon had finally learned that once on her knees she 
could not rise without specific permission. She half 
fell, half rolled down onto her belly on the floor and 
then wriggled like a snake across the cold stone to 
reach the foot of Freda's chair.

She kissed Freda's ankle, then began licking it.

"Get up dog." Devon whimpered and wobbled to her feet 
in front of her. Freda unsnapped the rubber band 
hanging from the belt and pulled it free from between 
her raw, chafed cuntlips. Devon whimpered in pain, but 
stood unmoving as Freda's fingers fished around just 
inside her pussy and seized the end of the dildo, 
sliding it out of her and placing it on a table beside 
her chair.

Devon couldn't help a groan of relief as her cunt was 
finally freed of the dildo, which had been up inside 
her for hours now. Freda fisted her own rubber cock up 
and smiled.

"Come and show me how you fuck me, dog."

Devon sighed, blinked her eyes, swayed slightly, then 
walked forward, pulling her legs apart to straddle 
Freda's chair.

She squatted and tried to feel the tip of the rubber 
schlong with her bare pussy lips. She bumped down a 
couple of times before it centered on her hole, then 
she slowly slid down, engulfing it with her sweating 
aching cunt-tube, letting it slide up inside her belly 
until her buttocks rested on Freda's thighs.

She rubbed her sore, unnaturally swollen breasts 
against Freda's chest and face as the woman nipped and 
chewed at her flesh. She achingly pushed herself 
upward, feeling the dry rubber pull at her cunt as she 
tore herself free.

She rose until the cock was just inside her, then slid 
downward again, repeating this as Freda fondled her 
behind, sucked and bit on her breasts and nipples and 
rubbed her hands over her buttocks. Her eyes were dull 
slits behind her glasses, and mouth hung slackly.

The dildo up her ass started to slide out finally. 
Franz watched with a smirk and when it was half out, he 
gripped it and started to rapidly pump it in and out of 
Devon's sore, ruptured asshole. Devon whimpered but 
continued to slowly pull herself up and down on Freda's 
hard rubber cock.

"Good dog," Freda said.

She bent her back as Franz stuffed the dildo high in 
her anus once again, and moved to another table. Devon 
almost lay on her back, her feet hooked against the 
legs of the chair, and her cunt still locked on Freda's 
dildo.

Her body bowed back as her head hung down over Freda's 
knees. Her round tit skin became even tighter around 
her meat. Freda rubbed her hand over them, then took 
the needle from Franz. She pinched one of the girl's 
nipples, pulling it up hard, then jabbed the needle 
through it.

Devon gasped and wept with pain as the needle pierced 
her nipple and came out the other side. Franz knelt 
beside the chair, his fist in her hair, holding her 
head down. Freda rubbed the needle back and forth, as 
if fucking her nipple. Then she pulled it out and took 
a gold ring from Franz, sliding it into the new hole.

She pinched Devon's other nipple then, and stabbed the 
needle through it. A second ring was placed on her body 
as Freda smiled and rubbed her hands over them.

"Now we look pretty. Don't we?" she smiled, pulling 
Devon upright and hugging her against herself. She 
caressed Devon's hair as the girl wept over her 
shoulder.

"Now now. You must remember that you are here to 
serve," she stressed the last word, as the recording 
had been doing for days now. "You must be obedient." 
she said.

Amber's eyes were half open slits as she hung from the 
chains like a sack of meat. Gunther sniffed in anger 
and pulled his arm down. The girl's back was already a 
bleeding mess.

Still, he was dissatisfied. A professional, he knew 
that the cuts were all very thin and shallow, and would 
stop bleeding within minutes once he stopped. Within a 
few days there'd be no sign that the girl was every 
whipped at all. He didn't like that. That was why he 
preferred the big bull whip.

It left deep, ugly scars that only surgery could 
correct, and nobody would waste that kind of money on 
these sluts. It was too bad that scarred whores were 
worth less, he thought. If he wanted to use one up with 
the bull whip he had to purchase her, and he had to 
conserve his funds for the Jew-bitches.

Still, he was pleased as well as angry. This slut was 
well trained. It screamed nicely when he beat it, and 
then orgasmed, leaving him with the feeling of true 
power and strength. He moved around in front of her, 
contemplating her still unmarked front, and those big, 
soft breasts.

The girl didn't even look at him. Her eyes were 
unfocused and glazed as she stared at nothing. Her 
flesh glistened wetly in the reflected overhead light. 
He put down the cat for a moment, wanting something 
harder than it's thin leather tendrils for those 
shining mammaries.

He pulled a special little ping pong paddle from the 
wall. The paddle had been thickened. The rubber 
coatings had been removed and the wood polished and 
lacquered until it shone. He smacked it against his 
thigh as he approached her, then raised it and brought 
it down flat against her right tit.

The heavy wood cracked against the soft meat with a 
loud smacking sound, crushing the melon and leaving it 
bouncing and jiggling as he brought the thing back. The 
girl howled and jerked in her chains, her legs dancing 
and flopping in vain as her tit went red, then white, 
then red.

He hit it again, and again, and again, and again, 
watching the flesh bounce and jiggle and change colors, 
almost giggling with delight. The girl screamed 
relentlessly, her body thrashing and jerking insanely 
as he beat her tit.

He stopped and then refocused his aim on her left tit. 
He waited briefly, enjoying the sight of the two twin 
mammaries, one white, the other red. Then he began 
again, working this one into a blinding oozing mass of 
tortured nerves and aching, throbbing pain.

During the midst of the beating, the girl came again, 
her whinings becoming truly agonized as her eyes rolled 
back in her head. She bent her head way back, either 
deliberately, or unconsciously pushing her tits out at 
him as he slapped the paddle down against them both.

He dropped the paddle, lifting the girl's legs and 
stuffing his cock inside her. She grunted and groaned 
and drooled on his chest as his steel fingers dug into 
her ass cheeks and his cock slammed repeatedly up her 
fuck-hole. He bit down hard on her throat, only just 
barely restraining himself from biting hard enough to 
cause real damage.

His cock was being sucked and squeezed voraciously by 
her spasming twitching pussy slit. He thrust into her 
repeatedly, his cock sawing across her clit and sending 
her into yet another orgasm. He held himself high in 
her belly as his sperm gushed up into her.

When she had drained him, he finally relaxed, pulling 
his cock out of her and letting her legs fall again. He 
was tired now. He glanced at his watch. Almost lunch 
time. He rolled a little cart over next to the girl, 
then pulled wires from it, fastening one to each of the 
rings piercing her body.

He clipped her ankle bracelets to chains coming out of 
the floor, holding them spread wide so the girl hung in 
an X shape. Finally he turned on the machine and went 
into the bathroom to shower. Even over the water he 
could hear her sudden screams and shrieks as the high 
voltage electricity shot into her body.

It was not a continuous stream, alternating a low, 
gentle buzz with short, sharp, sudden stabbing jolts of 
much higher power. Gunther finished the shower, dried 
himself and did his hair, then dressed and went back 
into the room. The machine was on one of it's low 
voltage swings.

He paused and turned the dial all the way over, sending 
powerful agonizing voltage shooting into her. She 
shrieked maniacally, dancing and shaking and trembling 
and jerking continuously as she was held in the grip of 
the terrible electric current.

He watched for a while, then eased it back, letting the 
machine take over. The girl slumped almost unconscious, 
but he knew she'd wake fast when the next hard jolt hit 
her. He left the room and went to lunch, anticipating 
the scallops, and wondering what wine to order.

Jack studied the castle through the binoculars. It 
wasn't much of a castle, really. It was built more for 
looks than with the idea of holding off an army. 
Nevertheless, it was still able to produce a challenge 
for a single man. He watched the guards patrolling the 
walls and the front gate, which opened every hour or so 
for a car to come in or out.

There seemed to be several men by the gate when it 
opened and they all had sub-machine guns slung at their 
shoulders. They all looked depressingly alert as well. 
Still, he didn't have much problem finding several weak 
points in the structure.

It was built long before anyone had had the concept of 
a rocket propelled scaling rope or ladder for one 
thing. Although the walls were carefully patrolled, the 
towers to the south, being at least a hundred feet of 
solid stone with no windows, apparently were considered 
impregnable.

He knew he could hit the ledge, or balcony way up near 
the top. The problem would be the noise the thing made 
going off. Perhaps a distraction. The car, the one with 
the terrible engine, the engine that backfired 
explosively... whenever the proper button was pushed, 
would be appropriate.

Still, he needed to know more about the layout of this 
place. He'd already placed the order for the 
blueprints. They would give the basic layout. Whatever 
she'd done in there, he was willing to bet she hadn't 
been able to change things much. This place was all 
stone, and would have taken much longer to alter in any 
significant manner than those workers had spent here.

If the towers only let out onto the courtyard then 
they'd be next to useless. If on the other hand they 
connected with the main building, which he was willing 
to bet they did, then he should be able to get in there 
without anyone knowing it. If Devon was anywhere she 
was in there.

Another limo pulled up and he focused the telephoto 
lens on it, taking pictures of the driver, the man in 
the back, and the licence plate. He'd gotten a dozen of 
them so far.

That would be his fall back plan. Let the "company" 
check them out and find out who they were. There was a 
good chance one of them could be blackmailed into 
providing an intro for him. Then he'd be able to drive 
right through the front gate.

He watched for several more hours. Once it got dark, 
floodlights seared the walls and lit up the inside 
courtyard. This was gonna be a prick, he thought. He 
packed up his gear and quietly moved back to the car. 
Just in time, he sensed the movement and swung up his 
arm to block the man's knife.

He chopped out viciously, driving his hand into the 
man's solar plexus, then followed with a knee to the 
crotch that doubled his opponent over. He flicked a 
tight wire from his belt and wrapped it around the 
man's throat, getting behind him and pulling hard.

The man collapsed to his knees, his hands struggling in 
vain against the wire. Slowly his movements eased and 
then his hands dropped away. Jack hung on, tightening 
the belt until he was sure the man was dead. Finally he 
released him, letting him roll onto his back.

He looked down unhappily. A missing guard tended to 
cause trouble. Not as much as a dead one though, he 
told himself. He picked up the knife and slipped it 
into his belt, then lifted the lifeless guard, tossed 
him over his shoulder and slowly made his way back to 
the car.

He dumped the man in the trunk, then went back and 
checked for signs of a struggle, brushing at the dirt 
and grass until most of the signs were gone. He drove 
back to town down a long, winding, deserted road that 
went by a river. The guard took a swim, loaded down 
with weights.

"On your back, slut, fondle yourself."

Devon instantly fell back onto the rug, spread her legs 
wide and began to play with her breasts and cunt. Her 
hands moved enthusiastically as she moaned and whined 
in heat. Her fingers pumped in and out of her hole as 
she twisted and pinched her nipples.

"All right, stand up."

Devon stopped and stood obediently, standing with her 
hands clasped behind her and her back straight. Turn. 
Bend over and spread your legs."

Again Devon obeyed, spreading her legs wide and 
clasping her ankles. Freda brought the crop smacking 
down on her buttocks, once, twice, three times. The 
girl winced and moaned but held her place.

"On your hands and knees." Devon dropped to all fours 
like a dog, her legs spread and her ass raised.

"What are you?"

"Your slave, Mistress." she said, her voice calm and 
natural now, as if she were just asked the time.

"And what is your task?"

"To obey and to serve, Mistress."

"My feet are dirty. Clean them."

Devon crawled forward and began to lick over Freda's 
bare feet. Her tongue worked around her right ankle, 
then down between the toes. Freda lifted her foot 
slightly so the girl could lick the underside. She 
smiled at the eagerness she displayed.

"Stop!"

Devon stopped at once, a well trained dog.

Franz came in, holding a naked young girl by the arm. 
She was a newcomer, her body slight and thin, several 
years younger than Devon and mind befuddled with lack 
of sleep and drugs. Franz tossed her to the floor 
beside Devon.

"Take this," Freda said, tossing her a thick dildo. 
Devon took it and held it tightly. "Use it on her, and 
don't be gentle." Devon crawled over to the girl and 
pulled her legs apart, then punched the dildo against 
her slit, pushing hard to force it down the narrow 
tunnel as the girl whined and twisted weakly.

"Fuck her hard," Freda said. Devon jammed the dildo 
fully into the girl's cunt, then began jerking it in 
and out with all her force, heedless of the girl's 
agonized whines and cries. "Enough."

She stopped and then Franz walked to them. He lifted 
the girl to her knees and twisted her arm up behind her 
back. His hand pulled her hair, jerking her head back, 
thrusting her tits and chest out. Freda handed a long 
shiny knife to Devon, placing it in her fist.

She looked at it in confusion.

"Stab her," Freda said. Devon looked at the girl, then 
at Freda. "Stab her in the chest, right between the 
tits. Now!!" Franz yelled.

Devon turned, ignoring the girl's pleading, terror 
filled eyes, raised the knife and brought it down 
against the girl's chest. It hit with a dull thump. She 
pulled it back, but to her surprise, there was no 
blood, or blade for that matter.

She looked at the other end of the handle and saw the 
blade had disappeared inside. It slowly eased out again 
and she felt it. It was made of rubber. She looked up 
at Freda in confusion as the woman smiled.

"Just a test, dear. Just a test." She reached out and 
patted Devon's blond hair and the girl smiled timidly. 
The other girl had fainted. Franz took her away.

"Well, I think you're ready to start making me some 
money. Would you like that, dear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"There are many men who will enjoy fucking your pretty 
little pussy and rutting into that tight little 
asshole."

"Yes Mistress."

"You will treat them well. Won't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Gunther was annoyed. No sooner had he turned off the 
machine and disconnected the wires than the stupid slut 
had collapsed senseless. He glared at her in anger. He 
slapped her face... hard. It rocked her head but did 
not produce any groan or movement.

He slapped her again, and again. Still, she stayed 
unconscious. He muttered to himself and went over to a 
cabinet, pulling out a needle and little tube. He took 
the hypodermic and stabbed it into her arm, pushing 
down the plunger to send the adrenalin into her body.

Then he held the smelling salts under her nose. Her 
head twisted, jerked away, but he followed it until she 
gasped and grunted back to life. He put it away and 
went back to the table to fetch his cat. He wasn't 
finished with this little plaything by a long shot.

He was, in fact, considering buying her. She was such a 
soft morsel, and his cock stiffened at the terrible 
things he would be able to do to her if she were his. 
He made a mental note to enquire about her price, then 
brought the cat down on her right tit.

She howled and danced, her legs kicking and jerking up 
and down. Yes. That was much better. He thrashed her 
breasts repeatedly, first one, then the other, then 
alternating until his arm got tired and her breasts, 
like her back, ran red with blood.

He put the cat down and bent to seize her right ankle, 
freeing it from the chain. He freed her left as well, 
then lifted them both up, pushing her feet up into the 
air and locking them to two more chains descending from 
the ceiling. He pulled on the pulley, the chains 
jerking her ankles up beside her head, spread apart so 
her cunt and asshole were spread open before him.

He lifted a soft leather riding crop and his eyes 
gleamed as he saw the cunt and little asshole. He 
raised it and brought it cracking down to the center of 
the brunette's shaved cunt mound. Her piercing screams 
made him wince. He hit her again, aiming for her cunt 
slit, wanting to hit the clit.

The girl jerked maniacally in her chains, twisting and 
thrashing as she howled and whined and sobbed like an 
animal. His next blow landed across her anus and send 
more pain flaring into her body. He halted temporarily, 
stabbing the tip of the crop into her cunt and working 
it in and out.

He slid it out and jammed it into her anus, fucking 
that for several seconds, then he pulled it free and 
moved forward, pushing his cock against her pussy slit 
and drilling it down into her. He fucked her hard, his 
cock punching in and out of her agonized fuck hole as 
he gripped her tortured, sweating, bloodstained tits 
and squeezed them brutally, twisting them round and 
round as he pounded down into her.

The girl's body exploded into a gut wrenching orgasm, 
her cunt almost tearing his cock off as he pistoned it 
in and out of her. He continued to squeeze her tits, 
hanging on for dear life as she went made against him. 
He wondered at the strength of the chains to hold her, 
then gushed forth his silvery seed and withdrew.

Again he paused to catch his breath, then picked up the 
crop. Now he was really going to give it to her.

Jack gazed at the computer display in irritation. The 
little portable was horrendously expensive, but 
incredibly powerful too. It was displaying the 
blueprints of the castle, which clearly showed that the 
towers had only one exit, a door at their base on 
either side of the courtyard.

What was worse, according to the company both towers 
were used as barracks for the guards. So much for that 
idea, he thought. He wondered how the company knew 
that. But then, he'd wondered that often. Then he knew 
as the computer informed him that the company had 
managed to corral one of the men he'd photographed.

He was a powerful and very married politician, with 
four children and an image as a church going gentleman. 
The man was going to pay another visit to the castle 
and he was going to take Jack with him. The only 
condition was that Jack do nothing whatsoever while he 
was with him.

Well, that was all right. Once the introduction had 
been made, he could come back and get in himself, 
perhaps with a few of his own "friends".

-= Part Six =-

Devon was lucky. Freda wanted her for something more 
than just a pain-toy. She had dismissed Amber as a 
brainless piece of fluff even before she had been 
brainwashed. She didn't consider the girl smart enough 
for anything else.

Devon though, showed promise. The girl was smart, and 
now, completely docile and under control. There were 
many possibilities for a girl like her. Freda ran a 
call girl network in several major cities and a 
sophisticated and smart looking girl like Devon would 
be very popular.

Likewise, she ran a porno system, where she used the 
girls to make movies. She felt Devon would be 
believable in a number of parts. Then again, the girls 
played many roles right here in the castle, pretending 
to be daughters, nieces, schoolgirls, nurses, sisters, 
etc. Devon would be a good actress, and extremely 
adaptable.

So she was kept from the most rabid clients, those who 
would mark up her flawless skin, and instead began her 
initiation in the main guest room, or the orgy room as 
some of the girls called it.

The immense room had once been the ballroom where 
nobility had danced and chatted, their behaviour oh so 
proper. Now it abounded in plants and rugs and obscene 
paintings and wall hangings. In the entrance was a life 
size sculpture of an incubus raping a human woman. The 
incubus's enormous cock somehow fitted into the girl's 
cunt, though no real woman could have lived with 
something that size inside her. The girl had an 
expression of rapturous delight on her face.

Water flowed from fountains and fake waterfalls. There 
was a huge round pool with sloping sides for the guest 
to lie in. The floors were piled with large, thick 
cushions and pads, and alcohol flowed almost as freely 
as the water.

The girls were plentiful and available. Some were bound 
in obscene positions, their holes available for use. 
Some were attached to machines of various kinds which 
could be activated for the amusement of the clientele.

Though few of the clients realized it, there was a kind 
of ranking to the girls. The highest ranking girls, 
those who had proved their intelligence and capability 
over the months or years. These were the ones who 
roamed freely, ready to drop into a client's lap at a 
smile and gesture, who would cuddle and coo, and 
whisper sweet things into their ears.

These girls knew how to laugh at the unfunny jokes, how 
to interpret the client's moods and act accordingly, in 
other words, how to best please the clients. These were 
the elite, the most valuable of Freda's harem.

Under them in terms of seniority, were the "waitresses" 
who carried drinks and little delicacies around. They 
also were available for use and were, often. Their 
conversation and judgment was not yet as smooth as the 
freely wandering girls, but they were trusted 
nonetheless.

Next in rank were the bound girls, the ones who were 
positioned for the clients use in pretty standard ways. 
Some were bent forward across a table with their legs 
spread, or on their backs, also with leg spread. Some 
hung from the ceiling in chains, their asses sticking 
out so their holes could be used. Some hung 
horizontally, chains attached to their limbs as well as 
going under their backs. Their legs were open and their 
head hung back, all holes ready.

The newest girls, those who knew nothing and were worth 
less, were the ones bound to the machines and devices, 
or those bound in place next to the whip and torture 
shelves. These girls were mostly runaways who had 
received little training from Freda and her helpers. 
The did what they were ordered to try and avoid pain.

At any given time, there were various "shows" going on, 
each on a separate little stage that was about seven 
feet square and rose a couple of feet off the floor. 
The girls in the shows were of the same rank as the 
waitresses, and in fact, alternated with the 
waitresses, switching from one task to the other every 
little while.

Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an 
introduction for her. Just in case she had any shred of 
lingering pride or shyness, she was to perform in three 
separate shows the first evening. After that she could 
begin waitressing.

Her first "show" was a simple lesbian thing. She was 
paired with an older woman named Brigitte, who looked 
to be in her late twenties. Freda introduced her and 
left her there. Brigitte was a French woman and had 
little time for chit chat.

"Listen carefully," she said. "I am the school teacher. 
Understand? I'm an aggressive bull dyke and you are the 
sweet shy schoolgirl. I will start fondling and kissing 
you and you are to resist like a shy little girl, 
backing away, keeping your eyes demurely down. Say 
nothing until we are having sex, then you can groan a 
lot. Understand?"

"Uhmm Yes, Brigitte."

"When I get tired of your shyness I'll get mad and rip 
your clothes off and start doing you. Just follow my 
lead then. I'll be cursing and yelling at you. Just do 
as I say. Understand?"

"Yes Brigitte."

Brigitte was dressed in a tight, but conservative 
dress, her hair curly brown done behind her in a tight 
bun. Devon wore a knee length checked skirt, a white 
blouse, navy blue blazer, white knee socks, and black 
flat shoes.

There was a school teacher's desk in the center of the 
little stage. A swivel chair was behind it. Devon was 
slightly nervous, worrying that she wouldn't do a good 
job and Freda would be disappointed and angry with her. 
She tried to remember everything Brigitte had said as 
the woman walked ahead of her to the stage and sat down 
behind the desk.

She mounted the two steps to the low stage and stood 
awkwardly next to Brigitte, who ignored her. The 
Frenchwoman pretended to be writing. She put her pen 
aside finally and looked up at Devon, her eyes scanning 
her body from toes to head.

She started to speak, but Devon had no idea what it was 
since it was in German. Her voice was silky and sweet 
as she talked though. Then she stood up, standing 
directly in front of Devon and looking down. Devon 
stepped back a step and Brigitte smiled.

Her hand reached out and slipped through Devon's hair, 
brushing it away from her face as she continued to 
talk. Then she moved around to stand next to her, 
putting her arm around Devon's shoulder. She turned her 
so the blonde was pushed against the edge of the desk.

Devon looked at her, then remembered and cast her eyes 
downward. As she did, she realized that a number of men 
had paused to watch. She ignored them, staring at the 
ground as she felt Brigitte's arm, the one over her 
shoulder, slide down and cup her breast through the 
blazer.

Again, she forgot what to do. Brigitte leaned over and 
nuzzled her throat with her mouth.

"Push my hand away," she hissed.

Devon responded at once, shoving the older woman's hand 
off her breast and shrugging the arm off. Brigitte 
slipped it around her waist then, and kissed her cheek. 
Devon turned her head away.

Then Brigitte's right hand slid beneath her blazer and 
cupped her breast again. She needed no instructions and 
pushed it away, folding her arms across her chest. Then 
Brigitte's hand fell to her knee, sliding up and down 
her leg, then going up beneath her skirt.

Devon started to push it away, but Brigitte abruptly 
started snarling at her. She jerked her hair, hard, 
making her cry out involuntarily. She was afraid that 
she'd done something wrong, but then remembered what 
Brigitte said about pretending to be mad.

Brigitte forced her hand right up into Devon's crotch, 
forcing the skirt up along with it. Devon's legs spread 
as the older woman pushed her back against the edge of 
the desk and she sought to retain her balance. Brigitte 
cupped her pussy and squeezed it tightly, still pulling 
back on her hair.

Devon whined in pain as the woman slipped her hand into 
her panties and squeezed her cunt harder still. She 
pulled the hand out and then let Devon's hair go. She 
had been beside her but now turned to face her, her 
body touching Devon's and still forcing her back 
against the desk.

She glared angrily and snarled again, her voice was 
very loud and nasty. She gripped the edges of Devon's 
blazer and yanked them open, pulling the jacket off her 
shoulders and letting it hang half on, half off, 
holding her arms. Her hands then went to Devon's blazer 
and ripped it open, tearing it completely open and then 
right off the blonde's body, leaving naked from the 
waist for she wore no bra.

Her hands went to the sides of Devon's head and held 
her tightly, then she kissed her, harshly, savagely, 
forcefully, her mouth mashing down against Devon's and 
her tongue shooting into her. She let go with one hand 
and slid it to her panties, tearing them off with a 
single ripping snap.

Now all of Devon's private parts were revealed to the 
audience. She didn't feel bothered by that. She was too 
busy concentrating on doing everything right. 
Consequently, she had no difficulty looking worried as 
Brigitte pressed her larger body against her and forced 
her back against the desk.

The older woman's fingers being pumping roughly in and 
out of Devon's pussy as her mouth came down on the 
blonde's once again. Then her hands were in Devon's 
hair and she was tugging the young blonde girl forward 
and forcing her down to her knees in front of her. Once 
Devon was on her knees, cowering meekly, Brigitte stood 
back and tore open the front of her dress, which 
slipped down her buxom body into a heap around her 
ankles.

She stepped out of them, naked, and gripped Devon's 
hair again, pulling her face into her pussy. Devon 
began licking energetically. Whenever she forgot to 
make any noise, Brigitte pulled sharply on her hair, 
causing her to moan and whimper into Brigitte's pussy.

Brigitte groaned loudly, rutting her pussy into Devon's 
mouth. She began to slump lower and lower, pushing 
Devon back until the blonde teen was flat on her back 
and Brigitte was squatting over her face, rubbing her 
wet pussy against Devon's lips as the girl ate her.

The end of the show came when Brigitte came, groaning 
and moaning loudly in orgasm, shaking her head wildly 
and humping furiously against Devon's face. Some of the 
watchers might have thought it was too theatrical, but 
Devon, who's face was buried with gushing cunt cream, 
knew better. Brigitte really had cum.

Freda pronounced herself satisfied with the little 
show, though she reminded Devon that it hadn't taken 
her much effort in her little role. Brigitte smiled 
worshipfully after Freda, proud that the woman had 
stopped to talk briefly to her. She then led Devon to a 
changing room to dress for the next show.

As they dressed, she casually revealed that she had 
been in the castle for over twenty-five years now. 
Freda gave her a nice birthday present every year, she 
said, proudly. As Devon learned, Freda's most effective 
girls... and boys, were not taken in their teens, but 
much earlier.

These were either kidnapped, or purchased outright from 
poor parents all across Europe. Freda had decided that 
the perfect age was five. At that age the children had 
no shame in their bodies to be unlearned, but were old 
enough to be taught obedience.

They were easily brainwashed and then raised and 
trained to give sexual pleasure. The girls were taught 
submissiveness more than the boys. Both sexes were well 
schooled in sexual techniques and perversions of every 
variety, getting much experience in the lower caverns 
as they grew.

There, beneath the ballroom, was the special area set 
aside for the rich of Europe who proffered their lovers 
on the young and tender side. The children grew up 
learning nothing about life other than sex and 
obedience. They didn't even know how to read or write.

If be some mischance one or more of them had found 
themselves outside the castles walls, they would most 
likely have simply wandered back inside, for they knew 
nothing at all about the outside world. No television 
or radios existed for them inside, and they had never 
seen such things as airplanes or trains, let alone 
cities or wild animals.

Brigitte had spend seven years in the lower levels, her 
stay being cut slightly short by her rapid development 
around twelve. Since then she'd been in the upper 
levels, servicing the less perverted, but still 
depraved wealthy of the continent.

She was now Freda's number one girl, and usually didn't 
do shows, as she arrogantly pointed out to Devon. She 
was only doing them now to help Devon and make sure she 
didn't screw up. She worshipped the ground Freda and 
Franz walked on, and would have done anything for them, 
including killing herself.

At first, Devon didn't understand her when she said 
she'd been at the castle all her life. She thought 
Brigitte was Freda's sister or daughter or something. 
When she corrected her by saying she had been brought 
there as an orphan when she was a five year old, Devon 
had been even more confused.

"But why would they bring you here when you were five?" 
she asked.

"Because I was an orphan and had no place else to 
live."

"Oh."

"I'm glad. They've taught me so much."

"Did you go to school?"

"School?"

"You know, a school."

"Oh? Oh yes, them. No, Freda and the teachers taught me 
everything here. They were very nice to me, especially 
since I was such a slow learner. I threw up the first 
time I tried to take a man's cock in my throat." she 
confided.

"I almost did too." Devon nodded, pulling on another 
girlish skirt.

"Well, I was only six then," Brigitte sighed.

"Six?" Devon gaped.

"Oh yes," Brigitte sighed. "The other girls and boys 
managed it when they were five, though Josie couldn't 
until she was seven." Devon thought this was appalling, 
but, if Freda was doing it, she thought, it must be all 
right."

She and Brigitte went back out into the ballroom, 
dressed much as they were before. This time Brigitte 
didn't try to seduce her at first. Instead she yelled 
at her in German, then slapped her.

Devon slapped her back, which caused a strange thrill 
in her mind. She was terrified at once, her eyes going 
wide as Brigitte's narrowed. Brigitte had told her she 
must slap her back, but Freda had never allowed her to 
hit back when someone hit her and she was frightened 
that she had been wrong to do so.

Brigitte grabbed her wrist and pulled her across her 
knees as if she were a little girl, then lifted her 
skirt up, exposing her buttocks and pussy to the 
watching men. She continued to say things to her in 
German, almost none of which Devon understood, except 
for the words "bad girl" which she had heard often.

Then she started spanking her. Her hand slapped down 
with a loud crack against Devon's ass cheeks, making 
the white flesh jiggle and bounce as she brought her 
hand down over and over, turning the white skin pink, 
then red.

Devon began to sniffle and weep, partly from the pain 
and partly because she was still worried and anxious 
that she had broken the rules by hitting Brigitte. 
Brigitte continued to slap her behind, lifting a ruler 
from her desk and using that to beat Devon's ass while 
she yelled at her.

Finally she stopped, her words becoming soothing and 
comforting. Her hand began to caress Devon's pulsing 
hot ass cheeks, then slid down between them and rubbed 
lightly over her pussy. Again, Devon wondered at how 
marvellous things felt on her pussy since all her hair 
had been shaved off.

She felt her cunt lips pried gently open as Brigitte 
slipped a finger into her. The finger pumped in and 
out, stuffing in to the knuckle, then pulling back out. 
Brigitte held the finger in front of Devon's nose, 
saying something in a chiding tone, which, Devon 
thought, was probably about how wet her finger was now.

She slid the finger into Devon's mouth and Devon sucked 
on it, tasting her own juices for the first time. Then 
the finger was withdrawn and Brigitte began to pump it 
and a second finger in and out of Devon's cunt slit.

Devon groaned in pleasure, bouncing lightly on 
Brigitte's lap as she sought to work her pussy back on 
the fucking fingers. The two fingers became three, then 
four, then Devon whined and whimpered as pain shot 
through her groin. Brigitte was trying to force her 
entire hand inside her.

Then she did it, the heel of her palm slipping through 
Devon's taut pussy lips and the lips closing around the 
woman's wrist. Brigitte closed her fingers inside 
Devon's cunt and shoved her fist down to the pit of her 
cunt tube.

She began to pump it slowly up and down in the tight 
rubbery cunt sheath, almost lifting Devon off the chair 
with the force of her cunt's clinging tightness. Devon 
shouted and came, jerking and twitching like a mad 
thing. Brigitte continued to pump and pump until she 
came a second time, then a third, screaming and howling 
in agony and ecstasy with the thick, bony fist up in 
her belly.

Finally Brigitte pulled it out, shoving Devon off her 
lap onto the floor in front of the chair. She jerked 
her around by the hair until her face was against her 
pussy and Devon slowly and tiredly began to lick her 
out.

After that show, Brigitte showed her how to waitress. 
They dressed in the little waitress outfit, which was 
little more than a silk thin, elastic webbed black 
mini-dress that fully outlined her figure and descended 
to just an inch below her crotch. She wore now 
underwear so she'd be available to be taken by any man 
who wanted her.

The dress was also very low cut, revealing most if her 
breasts, and could be shoved off her shoulders or 
lifted above her hips with ease. In fact, as Brigitte 
followed her around, one of the men that she was 
delivering a drink to haul her down onto his mat, 
spread her legs and shoved his erection into her.

He pumped steadily into her fuck hole, not saying a 
word as he kissed Devon's lips and jammed his tongue 
into her mouth. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, 
jerking her lower body up off the mat to meet his 
lunging fuck strokes.

Devon didn't need Brigitte's presence to remind her 
that she should moan and groan. Over the previous days 
she had been turned into a very responsive sexual 
creature and her body had begun to ignite and respond 
the moment the man had lifted her little skirt and 
stuck it into her.

Unfortunately he came quickly, then pulled out and 
motioned her away. She gasped and panted as she rose to 
her feet, tugging her skirt back down as Brigitte 
handed her her tray back. "That was very good." 
Brigitte said, and Devon smiled happily, following her 
back to the bar for another drink.

Along the way they passed numerous other girls, some 
being taken by men, some tied into strange positions, 
some being punished. Then she recognized Amber, who she 
hadn't seen in days.

Amber was standing beside a framework of pulleys and 
gears. Her wrists were bound behind her and a thick 
rubber cable descended from the framework above her to 
tightly encircle her large breasts so they bulged out.

Devon sympathised with her, remembering how her own 
tits had ached when a similar band had been tightened 
around them. There were three other girls, all 
similarly bound, standing in a row under the framework.

Devon wondered what Amber what they had done to be 
punished. She watched as a pair of men moved over to 
where several levers were and laughing pulled one. The 
girl beside Amber, another very busty brunette, was 
hauled into the air by her tits.

The girl shrieked and moaned as her tit meat was 
strangled and pulled. Then the other man pulled another 
lever and Amber was slowly pulled off her feet, hanging 
by her big fat red tits. Amber also cried out with pain 
and wept in fear and misery.

"What did they do?" Devon asked, as they passed.

"Huh?"

"Those girls, Amber."

"Oh them, nothing, why?"

"Aren't they being punished?"

"Not especially."

"But, that must hurt a lot." Brigitte shrugged, 
unconcerned. "Some men like to hurt pretty girls is 
all. Their just common whores anyway. That's what 
they're there for, for men to hurt."

"But why?"

"I don't know, Devon. You ask too many questions." 
Brigitte sniffed, exasperated.

"If they weren't bad, they shouldn't be hurt." Devon 
said, subdued.

"If men want to hurt them they can. Men like hurting 
girls. It makes them happy," Brigitte huffed, 
impatiently, as if it were obvious.

"Will we be put on those?" Devon asked, timidly.

"No. Not us. We're smart. We do the shows and stuff and 
get to do movies and even get our own rooms, well, I 
do. You will too though, if you're good."

That sounded nice to Devon, but she still felt badly 
about poor Amber, who was dangling by her big tits as 
the men twirled her round and round.

Jack eyed the guards carefully as they passed through 
the gate. This could all be a trap, of course. He was 
counting on Herr Kruger's intelligence, hoping the man 
would realize that should anything happen to him, the 
information about his sexual escapades would certainly 
get out.

So far, Herr Kruger had been completely cooperative. He 
was far from happy of course, but he was cooperative. 
Jack was Whilhelm Verman, an important businessman and 
old friend. Nobody had questioned this as Kruger was a 
trusted long time client.

The limo pulled into the courtyard and stopped by the 
door. A doorman pulled the door open and he and Kruger 
got out, Kruger leading the way in through the brightly 
lit entrance and down a hallway.

"What do you wish to see first?" Kruger asked.

"Just give me the grand tour," Jack said, in German.

"As you wish."

-+AD0- Part Seven +AD0--

They moved through the various areas of the castle that 
were open to the clientele. Kruger led him to the 
specialty rooms, each done up in different modes. One 
was an ancient Aztec mode, where, he whispered, you 
actually could sacrifice a virgin if you wanted to pay 
enough.

"You mean dead?"

"Of course."

They went to the old roman room, where clients were 
clad in togas and the slave girls wandered around with 
grapes and wine. There was the Arabian room, with its 
dusky slaves and the Greek room, which was filled with 
very young, very muscular men and boys for the pleasure 
of the clientele.

They then went into the largest room, which Kruger said 
was the main "lounge" and entertainment area. There 
were scores of girls here, some on the mats that were 
spread around, being fucked by men old enough to be 
their fathers, or grandfathers or more. There were 
girls bound in all manner of positions, and girls 
walking around carrying food and drink.

They stopped at a low stage where a pair of young 
teenagers were engaged in a wet and slurpy sixty-nine, 
then moved on to where another girl, one with very 
short blonde hair was standing by a wall, her wrists 
tied to thick ropes above her.

Her back was laced with scars and new cuts, many of 
which were still bleeding. Beside her was another girl, 
a brunette, similarly bound, who's back and chest were 
covered with cuts. "These are for testing the whips."

"What?"

"If you want a whip or cane or something, to beat a 
girl with, you may test them on these two. See?"

He lifted a short whip off the wall next to the girls 
and slashed it down against the brunette's already torn 
and bleeding right breast. The girl screamed weakly and 
wept. Kruger returned the whip to the wall, where there 
were dozens, scores of others.

They moved along and passed two girls with lovely asses 
bent over tables. Their legs were straight and spread 
wide, opening their holes for the use of passers by. 
Their heads protruded over the other end of the table 
so men could face fuck them.

"Are all the girl's pussies shaved?" he asked, 
intrigued.

"Pretty much. Most of us like it and it keeps them 
cleaner."

He led him along, passing other girls bound in place. 
There was a table, with girls spread out like a buffet. 
Each had her ass on the edge and her legs pulled back, 
ankles tied to the table to either side of their heads.

Kruger looked at his watch and smiled.

"Ahh," he said. "There's a show just starting. We don't 
want to miss it."

"What kind of show?"

"Come, hurry or we'll be late." He pulled Jack along 
until they joined a group of thirty or forty other men 
staring through a big window. There was a teenage girl 
in a small room not much bigger than a closet.

She was sitting on a table right underneath the window, 
her back to them. She was fully clothed, wearing a blue 
blouse and black mini skirt. Her blonde hair was a bit 
tangled, but quite soft and fluffy looking as it fell 
across her shoulders.

"It's one way glass," Kruger said, in an aside.

"Who is she?"

"Nobody. Someone they picked off a street somewhere and 
brought here drugged. She has no idea where she is or 
what she's doing here." he said, gleefully.

"What's going to happen to her?"

"Watch." He looked at his watch, impatiently.

Gretchen kicked her feet idly, wondering how long she'd 
be left here. She yawned tiredly and sighed. She'd been 
on her way home from cheerleading practice, and had 
just gotten off the bus when someone had grabbed her. 
She'd felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm, then 
nothing. She'd wakened here hours ago, terrified at 
first, banging on the door and walls.

She'd gradually calmed down but was still very 
frightened. Who had taken her and why? Her parents 
weren't wealthy. Perhaps it was terrorists, she 
thought, or maybe it was simply a mistake and she'd be 
released when they found out.

Then the door opened and two enormous men walked in. 
Her eyes opened in stunned amazement. Despite all the 
terrible things she'd imagined, two hulking, brutes 
wearing little more than bikini bathing trunks had not 
even entered her mind.

She jumped off the low table, backing against the far 
corner as they came forward. Both were very handsome 
men in their early twenties with thick shaggy hair. 
Their muscles bulged out everywhere, like they were 
body builders.

"Who are you?" she asked, fearfully. Neither answered.

"What do you want?" she pleaded. They both smiled and 
moved forward. They grabbed her, effortlessly fending 
off her attempts at resistance. In quick order, her 
clothes were stripped off her lithe young body, leaving 
her naked. They twisted her this way and that, as if 
posing her, then lifted her up onto the low table.

Jack watched in disgust, mixed with a strange 
excitement as the two big men positioned the young girl 
on the table before the window. Her sobs and screams 
came clearly through the speaker above the window as 
one of the men held her shoulders down and the other 
slowly pulled down his bikini.

Jack was impressed. The guy was really well hung. His 
long thick cock pointed straight out at the girl, who 
was blubbering in horror as she watched it. Her body 
thrashed uselessly as the man came up to the end of the 
table and pried her legs apart.

Then he slowly stuffed his cock down her pussy as she 
wailed and begged pathetically. He fucked her with very 
hard, brutal strokes, jerking her small body up and 
down on the table as he used her. Then he finished and 
pulled away.

He took the place of his friend at the other end of the 
table as the other got between her legs and sank his 
cock down her hole. The first man grabbed the girl's 
hair and tore at it viciously, then dropped his semi 
hard cock into her mouth. She had little choice but to 
begin sucking on it.

The second man hammered his cock into her pussy for 
long minutes before finishing. When he did, the first 
pulled free of her mouth and moved around again. He 
shoved the girl's legs far back, so the audience could 
clearly see him force his thick meat down into the 
squalling girl's anus.

Each of them took her several times. When they were 
threw, several of the men moved to a door at the side 
of the window. This led to a hallway, Kruger explained, 
which gave into the little room. They could all enjoy 
raping the girl, now that she was broken in.

"What happens to her then?"

"Oh, she'll probably begin training then. When that's 
finished she'll be out here like these." He led him 
along the various girls. "Some of them are simply 
discarded of course."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, there's two such shows a day. They can't 
accommodate that much fresh meat here. Some of them are 
sold to other places, many shipped to the Middle East. 
Others are just released back onto the street."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Not really. Those ones were taken far from here and 
will be released back where they came from. Even if 
they complain to the police, there's nothing to link 
them here, and almost none of them complain. They're 
too embarrassed and afraid."

They wandered down the room, passing a pair of girls 
stretched out on their backs on a table. Their legs 
were split wide, tied tightly parallel to the edge of 
the table. An old black man stood in front of one, 
casually fucking her. There was a fat, middle aged 
woman in front of the other, one of the few women 
clients Jack had seen.

She held a simple heavy belt in her right hand and was 
determinedly whipping it down into the girl's cunt. The 
young redhead arched her back in agony, gasping in pain 
each time the belt landed. Her entire groin area was 
red with pain.

Beyond her was another of the little stages. A girl lay 
on her back alone, her legs spread as she fucked 
herself with a pair of dildos. She writhed and moaned 
as she pumped the dildos in and out of her pussy and 
anus.

They passed numerous chairs, piles of cushions, and 
thick mats, on which clients lounged watching shows or 
eating. All had female companions, some had several. 
Many rutted away in full view of those passing, 
unconcerned with being watched. One old man was sitting 
up, calmly reading a book as a girl sixty years younger 
than him sucked his cock, taking it deep into her 
throat as she bobbed her pretty face up and down.

A pair of girls were tied to a large stone pillar, 
their hands bound tightly together above their heads. 
Their backs smashed against the hard stone as two men 
whipped their naked breasts with canes. The cried in 
pain, trying helplessly to dodge the blows.

"Here's a nice one to start." Kruger said, stopping by 
a blonde girl who knelt on a small raised platform. She 
was on her hands and knees, her legs spread. Her ankles 
and wrists were tied tightly to the corners of the 
platform. Her ass was at the perfect height for a man 
to effortlessly fuck her.

"Take her. I'll take this one, he said, pointing to a 
younger girl hanging from her wrists, ass sticking out 
invitingly.

"I'm not here for that," Jack hissed, though he had 
been painfully aware of the bulge in his pants since 
the rape show.

"Well you'd better, otherwise they're going to get 
awfully suspicious. We don't get shy boys here, you 
know." Jack looked at the girl with obvious 
reservations.

"Look old man. She's had more fucks than you'll ever 
hope to. Just screw her and be done, then we can go and 
look at some more things." He unzipped his pants and 
took out his cock, pressing it against the other girl's 
anus. She moaned and turned her head around, winking 
invitingly.

The kneeling also turned around with an inviting smile, 
her eyes wide and bright. She wiggled her cheeks at him 
and shoved them higher. "Wanna fuck me, Master?" she 
asked.

"Want me to?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Master, I like being fucked,"

Jack slid his hand along her flanks, feeling the 
softness of her sweet young flesh. His hand slid along 
her inner thigh and over her bare pussy mound. The girl 
sighed with pleasure, pushing her cunt back at him. 
Jacks' cock pulsed furiously. What could it hurt? he 
thought to himself.

He took out his cock, which was hot and hard and past 
ready, and placed the helmeted tip against the girl's 
slit. She moaned again and pushed back against him. His 
cock forced its way past her pussy lips and into her 
tight little cunt sheath. He had intended to take her 
softly but found his excitement too great.

He drove his cock rod deep into her belly, making her 
squeal in pleasure as he filled up her pussy tube. At 
once, he began to rut against her, his cock slicing in 
and out of her sloppy wet hole. His hands continued to 
caress her soft ass flesh, then slowly made their way 
up her back and under her ribs to cup her hanging 
breasts.

He squeezed them tightly as his cock pounded into her 
hole. The girl was moaning desperately, humping back at 
him as she sought to increase the friction against her 
clit. He stretched a hand down her belly, sliding it 
over her abdomen and then down to her cunt. His finger 
sought her clit and pushed down on it, forcing it 
against his rubbing shaft.

The girl went wild, gasping and grunting as her whole 
body shook and shuddered through a colossal orgasm. 
Jack's cock rammed deep down to the base of her fuck-
tunnel and gushed out a hot load of jism, spurting wad 
after wad as his nuts poured out their bubbling honey.

He sighed in relief and pulled his softening cock from 
between her thighs, patting her soft ass and squeezing 
it once as he did up his pants. Kruger finished fucking 
his girl in the ass, and pulled out, leaving her 
slumped in her chains. He wandered across to the girl 
Jack had just fucked and stuck his dirty cock in her 
mouth.

She began to suck and lick at it, showing no hesitation 
at all. Jack was slightly irritated, seeing as how he'd 
just fucked the girl, but then realized that there was 
no real feeling between them. The girl had dozens of 
fucks a day, probably.

Kruger pulled his now cleaned cock from between her 
lips and wiped it in her long blonde hair, then 
casually put it back in his pants and wandered off, 
waving at Jack to follow.

The passed another show, this one featuring a tiny 
brunette who was being held upside down by a couple of 
the muscle men type he'd seen through the one way 
glass. Each easily held a leg as they fucked her fore 
and aft. They held her a foot off the ground. Another 
musclemen type lay flat beneath her. His cock stuck 
straight up and the girl's mouth bobbing up and down on 
it.

A fourth musclemen knelt in front of her, his hands 
gripping her big tits and squashing them against his 
cock as he humped back and forth. She was jerking off 
two more musclemen who stood to either side, their big, 
thick cocks looking even bigger and thicker in her 
small hands.

Then he stopped suddenly. There was a girl bent 
backwards across a big rounded wheel-like apparatus. 
Her ankles were bound tight to the floor, spread far 
apart. Her wrists were bound to a pulley, which was 
pulling her with more and more force as a large fat man 
turned the wheel.

Her head, upside down on the far side of the wheel, was 
almost obscured by her thick, tangled brown hair and 
the thin man pumping his cock into her mouth. 
Nevertheless, he recognized her as the girl that had 
been with Devon when she'd disappeared.

He barely kept himself from yelling in delight. So she 
was here," He'd been almost sure of it, but not quite 
certain. The man fucking her face was happily slapping 
at her big fat tits with his open hands, slapping them 
one way, then the other, hitting one at a time as he 
then watched the meaty melons bounce and jiggle.

"Wait here," he said.

"What for?" Kruger looked at the group casually. 
"There's much better than this ahead." He said, almost 
proudly.

"I want to talk to her."

"Talk? Are you joking? She's a brainless piece of ass,"

"I Still want to talk."

"She won't have anything to tell you." He looked around 
worriedly.

"Listen to me, my friend, these girls here are well 
trained. They are very professional here. That girl has 
been very carefully brainwashed. If she thinks you're 
going to do anything against the rules, anything that 
the Countess wouldn't like, she'll tell them."

"Not if I tell her I'll get her out."

"Are you mad?," She doesn't want to leave," She'll fight 
you tooth and nail if you try to take her away. I tell 
you these girls are completely under their control," 
Look, see?"

The girl was moaning and gasping and jerking against 
her bonds, very obviously in the throes of orgasm. Jack 
frowned in indecision. Maybe Kruger was right. He 
couldn't risk himself with this girl, not until he had 
the other.

"Look, if you want her, buy her."

"Buy her?"

"Of course," They're all for sale, other than a very few 
special favourites of the Countess."

"How much would it cost?"

"It depends on the girl. She's just one of the torture 
girls so she shouldn't cost that much."

"Very well, you buy her for me."

"Me? What would I do with her?"

"Give her to me of course."

"That's a lot of money, friend."

"You just said she wouldn't cost much."

"Well, compared to some of the others no, but she'll 
still set me back thousands."

"So make a good deal," he glared.

Kruger humphed angrily, then left to seek out one of 
the supervisors. Jack continued to watch as the skinny 
man slapped and squeezed and twisted her tits. They 
must have been awfully sore, but the girl was obviously 
enjoying herself, either that or she was an awfully 
good actress.

The skinny man finished, pulling his cock out and 
cumming in her face, shooting his sperm into her eyes 
an nose. He jerked his cock with his fist, then sighed 
and stuffed it back in her mouth for her to clean.

Kruger returned with a tall, barrel-chested man and 
pointed to the girl. The man frowned.

"You want her? She's got nice tits but she ain't got 
much upstairs."

"I don't need her to perform mathematical equations." 
Kruger snapped.

The man laughed and nodded his head. "That's true. Well 
then, given as how she's pretty new and has hardly 
earned back the money spent training her, she'll cost 
you."

"She's all marked up," Kruger glared.

"Only with light markings. They'll disappear in a week. 
Look at that gorgeous body and sweet face. Her breasts 
are large and firm." He walked over to the girl, who 
was no alone on the wheel. The fat man had left with 
the skinny man and the girl was still tautly stretched 
back across the wheel.

"Why don't people ever put things back the way they're 
found?" the big man sighed. He rolled the wheel back, 
easing the strain on the girl's spine and arms. She 
sighed in relief.

"Now then," the man said, standing next to her in the 
same manner as a car salesman standing next to a car. 
He even put his hand on her belly. Jack expected him to 
launch into a spiel about the paint job and engine.

"She's newly trained, and seems to enjoy her new 
position," he turned and smiled at her, then turned 
back," so to speak. She was trained for pain and 
submissiveness." he slipped his big hand under her 
crotch and squeezed hard, making the girl gasp in pain.

"One of our clients made her cum just by whipping her 
tits with a cat o' nine tails." he said, proudly, 
showing the multiple little partly healed cuts on her 
mammaries.

"She has a pair of tight holes here and sucks like a 
vacuum. She's a real natural, in fact, if she weren't 
so dumb, we'd have put her in the higher batch and 
she'd cost you a lot more. She's a real bargain." he 
rubbed his hand up and down her belly, smiling proudly 
again.

"How much?" Kruger sighed.

"As I said, because she's so new and hardly used, her 
price is higher. Fifteen thousand."

"That's too high." Kruger snapped. The man shrugged. 
"Wait a few months and she'll cost much less, well, 
better make that a few weeks, she won't last months. In 
fact, you're not the first to enquire about her."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Herr Gunther." Kruger looked pained.

"Yes, such a waste of fine flesh that would be." The 
man sighed, squeezing the girl's right breast. Kruger 
looked at Jack resentfully. Then back at the salesman.

"Very well," Kruger said.

"Will you take her with you or would you like her 
delivered?"

"We will take her with us."

In due course, Amber was untied and carried away from 
the wheel. Her legs were too sore to walk on right 
away. She was bathed, her hair washed and brushed 
neatly, then led naked around to the front. Her hands 
were bound behind her, but that was a mere formality as 
everyone knew she would make no attempt to escape.

There at the front was the Countess. Jack stared at her 
carefully as she spoke to her assistant. The woman was 
tall and gorgeous. Despite the pictures he'd seen, he 
was amazed at her. Of all the women he'd seen tonight, 
she was the one he'd most like to fuck.

"Herr Kruger," she said, pleasantly.

"Yes, Countess. So good to see you."

"And I you. What is this I hear? You are purchasing one 
of our little slaves?"

"Yes, Countess."

"Won't your wife be slightly annoyed with you?"

"It is a gift for my college, Countess." The Countess 
turned her piercing eyes on Jack.

"May I present Whilhelm Vernom from Bonn."

"Such a sweet little town, Bonn," she said.

"I like it. It has it's charms."

"I hope you will take good care of our little Amber. 
She needs much attention."

"I'm sure I can supply it."

"Amber." she said, pulling the girl forward. "This is 
your new master. You will go with him and obey him as 
you would me."

The girl looked stricken, looking from Jack to the 
Countess and back again.

"But... but... Am I leaving?" she whimpered.

"Now, now, now." the Countess said, patting her head. 
"Herr Vernom has purchased you for a large sum of 
money. Is this how you show your gratitude. You must 
behave and act like a true slave, so we will be proud 
of you."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry," the girl said.

"Come again any time, Herr Kruger, Herr Vernom." The 
Countess said, sashaying away. The back of her gown 
dipped down to her ass cheeks, giving Jack a view of 
the cleavage between the two buttocks.

"Well, let's go then," Kruger said. "This evening has 
certainly cost me enough."

They drove through town and stopped only at the little 
country estate the company had rented. Jack and the 
girl got out and the limo departed. Jack looked down at 
the girl, who stood motionless on the stone driveway, 
looking idly around her, not at all worried at being 
seen nude.

Fortunately, the company always chose it's residences 
for their seclusion. There were tall hedges around the 
little mansion, and they couldn't be seen from the 
street.

"Come on then," he said, climbing the small set of 
stairs to the front door.

"Yes Master," she said, following behind.

He shut the door and told her to sit on the 
chesterfield. Her hands were still cuffed behind her 
and she was still nude. Somehow though, he didn't think 
of either getting her anything to wear, or freeing her. 
She seemed natural like this.

"I'm glad I found you," he said.

"I am too, Master."

"I've been looking for your friend."

"My... friend?" she asked, confused.

"Devon."

"Oh, her. Oh yes, she's there."

"You're sure?" he asked, eagerly.

"Oh yes," she bobbed her head up and down 
energetically.

"I've seen her a couple of times. She does shows. I 
wish I was allowed to do shows." She sighed, wistfully.

"Why?"

"Well, cause everyone stares at her and is happy. Plus 
she doesn't get hit so much."

"I thought you liked getting hit."

"Not really. I mean, I do eventually. It makes my cunny 
really really warm and all, but I prefer just fucking. 
Wanna fuck me?"

"Not just yet. When was the last time you saw Devon?"

"Uhhh, a coupla hours ago."

"Great. I must have just missed her. I could have 
bought her instead."

"You don't like me?" she pouted.

"Oh sure I like you. I wanted to get her back though. 
That's what I've been hired for."

"Well, you couldn't buy her anyway."

"Why not?"

"Cause."

"Cause why?"

"Cause she's the Mistress's favourite.

"Her favourite?" Again her head bobbed up and down.

"I heard some of the girls talking. "She's the 
Mistress's favourite now and the Mistress never 
sells..."

"Her favourites. Yes, I heard."

"Wanna fuck me now?" she rolled over and knelt with her 
belly on the chesterfield and her legs spread wide 
apart, pushing her ass and bald crotch up at him. His 
cock gave a lurch as he eyed her tight looking slit and 
little puckered anus. It suddenly occurred to him that 
she really belonged to him, that she would do anything, 
absolutely anything he wanted, without complaint or 
hesitation.

She's a child, his subconscious snapped.

Not with a body like that, he responded. Look at that 
ass, and those tits. As if she could hear his thoughts, 
she wiggled her ass from side to side.

"Wanna fuck me in the asshole, Master?"

Well, he had some time to spare actually.

-= Part Eight =-

Devon's third show had not been with Brigitte. Instead, 
wearing the same schoolgirl outfit, she'd been raped 
and ass fucked by a tall, muscular black man. The man 
had roughly stripped her, pushed her flat on the low 
stage and spread his weight on top of her. Then he'd 
roughly sodomized her as the men stood around and 
watched in amusement.

He had been so much bigger than her that he'd crushed 
her beneath his weight. His cock had been long and 
thick and had hurt badly as he'd pumped it in and out 
of her anal opening. What was worse, two men who'd been 
watching wouldn't let her leave when the show was over.

Instead, she'd had to lay there on her belly as first 
one, then the other, imitated the black man's efforts, 
coming down on her back and raping her little asshole 
with all their might. She hadn't liked that at all.

She'd been near where Amber was being stretched on the 
wheel, and had watched the man slapping her tits, and 
then the group of men who'd gathered around her. After 
that, Amber had been untied and led off, a full hour 
before she was supposed to be shifted.

After the two men had ass fucked her, she'd gone into 
the back for a shower and then changed into her little 
waitress outfit. She'd run into Brigitte along the way.

"Where did they take Amber?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Amber. My friend Amber. She was on the wheel."

"Don't ask questions kid. It's none of your business." 
Brigitte frowned.

"I just wondered."

"They sold her, OK?"

"Sold her?"

"Yeah. Something wrong with that?"

"Well, it's just that... I won't get to see her 
anymore."

"Tough."

"But, who did they sell her to?"

"How should I know. Forget her and get your pussy out 
there on the floor." She shoved Devon towards the door.

She'd gone out as she was told. Before she even made it 
a dozen steps she was pulled down to the ground by a 
horrendously fat man. His fat belly had almost 
smothered her as she'd sucked him, then nearly crushed 
her as he fucked her.

When he was finished, she found her dress was ripped in 
several places and had to go back into the private area 
for a new one. There were two girls there, both younger 
than her. They'd both been here longer though. They 
were talking and at first she didn't pay much attention 
to them, then their words penetrated to her 
subconscious.

"...think it's a waste is all. Mistress should get rid 
of him."

"He pays a lot of money though." The other girl said. 
They were changing into their costumes for a show. They 
were to play sisters in a bed at night who started 
fucking each other.

"It's just that she was such a sweet little thing."

"Forget her."

"Well, it's just a shame is all. That man is really 
mean. He could beat up girls without killing them."

"He likes to kill girls, Brigitte says, especially 
Jewish girls."

"Is Emma Jewish?"

"Uh, huh. I think so."

"So he's gonna kill her then? I still say that's a 
waste. She has a really pretty face and nice hair. It's 
not her fault she's little and flat."

"She's only about thirteen."

"I wasn't flat a thirteen."

"You were never flat." The other girl giggled.

"Are you talking about Emma Myers?" she asked. The two 
turned and one nodded.

"Yeah. You know her?"

"I saw her this morning in Mistress's quarters.

"Was she eating Mistress?" one of them giggled.

"Uh, huh. What's wrong with her?"

"She's been sold, silly."

"To that awful Gunther man."

"Is that bad?"

"Course it's bad, silly. Gunther beats up girls bad, 
an' when he wants to really really hurt them, he buys 
em'."

"Everyone knows from hearing the Mistress's and Masters 
talk that girls he buys get killed in awful ways."

"Mistress wouldn't allow that, would she?"

"Course she would."

"The girl is only untrained meat anyways."

"Huh?"

"Like you when you got here. She's not trained."

"Guess it would be a waste of time." the other said.

"Do all the girls that get sold get killed?" Devon 
asked, worriedly, thinking of Amber.

"No silly, most of em' don't anyway."

Later that day she was called up to see Mistress again. 
That happened often enough and she was always proud, 
knowing how jealous the other girls were. This time 
though there was another girl there.

The last time, Emma had been there and Mistress had had 
her and Emma suck each other. Emma hadn't been happy 
though, snivelling and crying a lot. She had been 
hoping to be alone with Mistress now and was unhappy to 
find this other girl.

The other girl was a slim redhead. Her eyes were wide 
and vacant, which Devon knew meant she was still on the 
drugs. She was new then, she realized. The girl was 
sitting in Freda's lap and Devon was instantly jealous. 
She walked over and knelt in front of Freda's chair as 
the woman caressed the redhead's small breasts.

"Isn't she sweet, Devon?"

"Yes Mistress," Devon answered, dutifully. Slut, she 
thought.

"She's a pretty little thing, yes she is." Freda cooed, 
kissing the girl on the cheek. "Her name is Amy. She's 
from Ireland." She shifted the girl about so Amy was 
sitting with her back to Freda's chest, using the 
Mistress like a chair.

Freda had one arm around the girl's waist and the other 
was caressing her hair as she leaned back. Freda pulled 
her legs apart, which pulled the other girl's apart as 
well.

"Suck her off, Devon."

Devon pushed the girl's legs wider and pushed her face 
into her crotch, which was still tinged with red fur. 
She was resentful at having to lick this new girl, 
especially as she had all that hair that would get in 
her teeth. Still, there was no thought of disobeying.

She slurped her tongue up and down the girl's cunt 
slit, pumping it in and out as Freda continued to 
caress Amy's hair and face, eyeing her dazed eyes 
closely. Devon sought out Amy's clit and began to lick 
at it, her tongue whipping up and down and up and down 
in quick, rasping motions.

The girl began to stir, whining and jerking her legs 
and arms.

"Shhhhhh. You keep still, little one." Freda cooed. 
"You let Devon lick you good. It'll feel very nice."

Devon buried her face in the girl's muff, slurping ad 
licking and rubbing with her fingers. She pushed her 
finger in between the cuntlips and began rubbing it up 
and down the inside of the pussy lips. The girl groaned 
louder, humping up towards her face.

Devon pushed her finger deeper and deeper, until she 
came to an obstruction. She frowned, her concentration 
on licking the clit. She pushed harder, stabbing her 
finger forward. Amy yelped, her cunt pushing and 
jerking hard as if she were in sudden pain. Devon's 
finger slid deep into her very tight cunt.

"Shit," Freda cursed. She grabbed Devon's hair and 
twisted her hard around so the blonde yelped in pain, 
then flung her to the ground.

"What did you do you stupid cunt?"

"I... I only licked her like you said, Mistress." Devon 
whined, holding her hair. Freda slid a finger into 
Amy's pink cunt and probed around. Her face was furious 
as she looked over at Devon.

"You fucking imbecile slut+ACEAIQAi- she raged. "She was a 
virgin. Do you know how much her cherry was worth?" In 
fact, she wasn't really planning on auctioning the 
cherry, she had planned to save it as a novelty, and 
eventually take it herself, using her biggest strap-on 
dildo.

"I didn't tell you to stuff your dirty little finger up 
her cunt, you bitch," she snarled. She shoved Amy aside 
and stood up, then kicked forward with her foot, 
slamming her boot hard into Devon's belly as the blonde 
knelt there.

Devon gave a low gasp as air shot out of her lungs and 
fell forward. Freda kicked her again, this time in the 
side, sending her rolling onto the floor on her back. 
Fred followed and as Devon twisted around frantically 
slammed her leather boot right up into Devon's 
cuntmound.

Devon shrieked with agony, her hands clutching her 
pussy as she rolled over several times and curled into 
a ball on her side. Freda stomped over next to her and 
slammed her boot heel down into Devon's right breast, 
mashing it against the floor and grinding her heel into 
it as Devon whined and sobbed and frantically tried to 
apologise.

There was a knock at the door and Franz entered. Freda 
kicked her in the belly once again and moved away to 
confront him. "What do you want?"

"Uh, just these for you to approve." He handed her some 
papers.

"You're mean." Devon said, clutching her wounded tit. 
Both of them turned and stared at her in surprise. 
Freda glared angrily.

"Looks like somebody needs some more training." Franz 
grinned.

It had been a long day's wait, but the men were finally 
here. The company had not been happy when he'd told 
them that the only way to get the girl out was a 
frontal assault. Fortunately, they'd had some influence 
with the federal German police.

Most of the men were therefore, policemen. Jack and two 
of his associates were to go in first and find Devon. 
They had twenty minutes, no more, then the place would 
be raided.

He didn't want to think about the headlines tomorrow. 
The press would have a field day with a castle filled 
with sex slaves and important industrialists an 
politicians. That wasn't his problem though. Right now, 
his problem was getting in.

They couldn't bring their own weapons. Everyone passed 
through a metal detector at the entrance. That didn't 
matter though. They'd take guns from the guards when 
needed.

"I'm sick of this little slut anyway," Freda snarled.

"You want her retrained?"

"No. Put her with the bitches for torture. Maybe she'll 
come to learn some manners when her flesh is torn off 
by whips."

Franz dragged her up by the hair and pulled a pair of 
cuffs from his pocket, clicking them around her wrists 
as he held them behind her. She moved back to the couch 
and sat down, lifting Amy and pulling her back across 
her lap again.

Devon whimpered as Franz shoved her out of the room and 
dragged her down the hall towards the stairs. "Too bad, 
bitch. Should have kept your mouth shut." he grinned. 
He took her to the first floor, then down the hall, 
away from the big hall where she'd worked that day.

They went down to the other end of the hall.

It was child's play to enter the private area, after 
all, the guards were alert outside, but seemed to be 
distracted inside. They just followed one of the girls 
through the door when she went in to change.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here," she said.

"Forget about us," he said.

"Okay." she replied, promptly turning her back and 
walking away. Mark and Steve gazed after her in 
amazement, their eyes still bulging from the scenes in 
the room they'd passed through.

"If we wanted to, she'd fuck us right here, wouldn't 
she?" Mark sighed.

"We have work to do," Jack frowned, leading the way 
through to the far end of the corridor and into the 
section used by the Countess as her personal suite. 
They went up a lengthy set of stairs and found 
themselves in a luxuriously carpeted hallway.

"This looks like it," Jack said.

"I liked it downstairs better," Mark said.

"Hold onto your dick, will you?"

"Hell, I have to."

They moved quietly down the hall, checking the doors 
they passed. Then they opened a door and found a tall, 
skinny man glaring at them in outrage.

"Vos ist los?," Gunther demanded.

"Who are you? What do you do here?"

Mark slammed his boot into the guy's crotch, doubling 
him over. Jack brought his knee up into his face as he 
doubled down, throwing him back up and pulping his 
face. The man flew across the room and landed on his 
back, his head making a loud crack as it hit the stone 
floor.

Steve hurried over and checked his pulse. He looked up 
with a frown. "He's dead."

"Well he shouldn't have been so fuckin' noisy." Mark 
said.

"I hate marines." Jack sighed.

"Hey, up yours buddie."

"Hey, look here." Steve pointed at a box the size of a 
small coffin. He pried the top open and jumped back 
with a curse, then he stepped forward again. Jack 
looked over his shoulders and saw a very young teenage 
girl lying unmoving in the box.

"Got a pulse, but it's pretty slow." Steve said.

"She's been drugged, probably for shipping. The old guy 
must have bought her."

"Well, glad we killed him then, fuckin' pervert." Mark 
said, indignantly.

"I thought you wanted to screw them girls back there." 
Steve said.

"Not the little kids," Mark snorted indignantly.

"She's all right here. Let's go find the bitch," Jack 
said.

"Not nice to talk about our client like that," Mark 
grinned.

"Not her. The Countess." He shook his head and led the 
way back into the hall and down towards the opposite 
end. They checked more doors. Finally, he heard voices 
as he peeked into a room. They moved carefully inside 
and across to a far door where the voices were coming 
from.

"Lick me darling. Lick Freda," one of the voices said.

Jack nodded and they rushed in. There was a naked 
teenager spreadeagled on the bed. Freda was squatting 
naked above her head.

"What the..." She jumped up and ran towards the far 
wall as the others ran forward. Her hand closed around 
a gun and she jerked it out of a drawer, but then 
Jacks' fist tightened on her wrist and she dropped the 
weapon with a cry of pain.

"Nice lookin' pussy," Mark grinned.

"Forget it, Mark. She don't do boys," Jack said.

"Now suppose you tell me where Devon is, lady."

"You had better leave before I call the police," she 
sneered.

"If you don't tell me where Devon Hunter is I'm going 
to see how much of the punishment you give the girls, 
that you can take." Jack said. He shoved her across to 
Mark, who grabbed her arms and twisted them up behind 
her back, holding them easily with one hand as he got a 
solid grip on her hair with his other.

Jack lifted a riding crop from the table beside the bed 
and pushed the end against Freda's chin.

"You like to use these, baby. I wonder how good they'll 
feel on the receiving end?"

"What do you want?" she gasped, fearfully.

"I want the girl, Devon Hunter."

"I don't know any such girl," she protested. Jack 
raised the crop and brought it slashing down across her 
round right breast. She shrieked and hurled herself 
from side to side, crying out in agony as an angry red 
line appeared on her tit.

"I got all night, baby," Jack lied.

"She's downstairs. She's downstairs," the countess 
whined.

"Where downstairs?" Jack raised the crop again.

"She's... I sent her to the Aztec room," she whimpered.

"The Aztec room, you mean where they sacrifice 
virgins."

"Virgin, hah," she snarled. Jack slashed the crop down 
on her other tit, whipping it several times as she 
sobbed and screamed and jerked and twisted against 
Marks' hold.

"I want to know exactly where she is." He said to the 
snivelling woman, then he brought his knee slamming up 
into her crotch. Her eyes opened wide and she grunted, 
and would have fallen had Mark not held her.

Devon was laid out on an alter, her wrists manacled in 
heavy chains to the top corners of the stone. Her 
ankles were also bound, but there was give in the chain 
so she could move them a little, though not close them. 
Her back was cold on the stone and she trembled, both 
with cold and fear.

Around her, the room was in darkness, save for the 
circle of tall candles lit all around the alter at a 
distance of about ten feet. There were about twenty 
robed and hooded people standing around just behind the 
candles. They were chanting something in German.

Then one of them stepped forward. He was tall and thin. 
She could see nothing of his face behind the hood. Then 
he pulled the hood back and she screamed. His face was 
a hideous mask of hair, with long tusks coming out from 
the sides of his huge mouth.

Then she sighed in relief, realizing it was a mask. The 
man was wearing a mask like a monster of some kind. He 
dropped his robe and walked up to the alter naked. His 
entire body was painted red. His cock was huge," Then 
she realized that that too was fake.

It still frightened her, for he apparently intended to 
stuff the giant cock into her and she didn't think she 
could take it and live. The thing was easily a foot 
long and as thick as a baseball bat. He chanted louder 
than the others, then climbed up onto the alter, coming 
down on her.

She whimpered in fear as she felt the thing against 
her. It felt like it was very hard, like bone or 
something. He pressed it against her cunt and jammed 
down, causing pain to shoot into her fuckhole. She 
grunted and whined as he put more and more pressure 
against the hole.

Slowly, slowly, she felt the thing forcing her cunt 
lips wider. Already they were wider than they had ever 
been, but they tightened and widened still further. Her 
cunt was on fire, burning with agony as he split her 
open. She screamed, her body shaking and pulling 
against the chains that held her.

He pushed down harder, letting all his weight come down 
on the hard sex organ and forcing it bit by bit up her 
undersized cunt tunnel. She felt her cunt pipe tearing 
open, forced far apart as the blunt hard object pushed 
relentlessly down into her body.

Deeper and deeper it pushed, and she felt her pubic 
cones separating as if she were giving birth. It moved 
further into her, causing agonizing pains and cramps 
all through her lower belly. Her cunt felt like it had 
been torn open, as if she had been stabbed by a 
terrible knife or sword.

Still it forced it's way inward, cramming her cunt 
walls apart, rasping down her silky tunnel until it hit 
her cervix, and still it pushed inward, causing 
incredible pain as it rammed against her cervix with 
terrible force.

She passed out from the pain. That wasn't part of the 
ceremony though. As soon as they realized it someone 
moved forward with smelling salts and woke her. She 
looked up at the devil mask above her and screamed 
again. Her cunt was bloated with something huge and 
hard.

She felt it stuffed way up in her belly and groaned in 
terrible pain. Then the demon man began to pull back. 
The hard cock thing was locked tightly inside her, her 
pussy lips so taut around it that it wouldn't move. He 
had to exert all his force to slowly rip the thing back 
down her cunt, actually lifting up her body from the 
alter by the force of the suction her cunt exerted on 
the massive thing.

He pulled it out, then pushed it slowly back in. He 
wasn't being gentle or considerate. No amount of force 
would get the thing to move faster. He fucked her in 
slow, measured strokes, groaning and grunting with the 
strain as Devon wept and shook.

Slowly he managed to work up some speed, though not 
much, and fucked down into her hard enough to make her 
grunt loudly every time the thing thrust into her. He 
fucked for long minutes until finally he reached down 
to his groin and squeezed the base of the fake cock.

Something hot and wet sprayed into Devon's belly. It 
wasn't like a cum, with its small shooting wads. This 
was a massive outpouring as if someone had turned on a 
hose inside her. The liquid was very hot and bubbled in 
the deepest recesses of her cunt as the demon man 
slowly pulled the hard bone-like cock out of the tight 
confines of her pussy.

Finally it pulled free and her cunt gaped open, thick 
red liquid gushing out of it. She looked at it in 
horror, realizing it was blood and knowing she would 
die from that great a wound. She didn't feel like she'd 
been cut, but the pain in her cunt was enough to blur 
something like that.

She waited to get cold and weak, which she knew was 
what happened when you lost a lot of blood, yet it 
didn't happen. The blood wasn't hers. The man got back 
down off of her and held his arms in the air, shouting 
something. The others responded and slowly moved 
forward, standing around him.

Then he turned back to Devon and he had a hideous long 
knife in his hand. She stared up in terror as he raised 
it above her chest, chanting along with the others. 
Suddenly a shot rang out and the man was thrown 
backwards, landing on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

The others started screaming. They broke and ran in all 
directions as Devon slumped back against the alter. A 
man came over and stood next to her, gazing down at the 
blood still coming from her cunt in horror.

"It's not mine," she said. He looked at her with an odd 
expression then looked relieved.

"Well, that's good. I'm glad to finally meet you, Miss 
Devon. I've come to take you home."

Not a bad week, he thought to himself as he parked the 
car and got out. It had been easy work, all things 
considered. Very rewarding too. It wasn't every day you 
freed more than a hundred enslaved women, most of them 
teenagers or younger. He opened the front door of the 
mansion and stepped through.

Amber came bouncing in from the other room, where she'd 
been watching TV. Her face was happy and her eyes wide 
and pleased as he locked the door behind him.

"Welcome home, Master," she squealed. "Wanna fuck me?"

"Yes, Amber. I think I do," he grinned. He gripped her 
hair, pulling her face against his crotch. She giggled, 
her hands fumbling at his belt and pulling his pants 
down. Once his cock sprang out she turned and bent 
over, spreading her legs. He knelt and stuffed his cock 
into her...

***

This is not the end of the story, but it's all you're 
gonna get. The rest is so shocking it can't be shared 
with the public.

END